this one is okay i guess idk

anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm kinda new here so idk if you've gotten this kind of request for hc/short fic before but here goes nothin I guess. How do you think junkrat/roadhog, mccree, hanzo, and gabriel help out a disabled/chronically ill s/o on a bad flare day? (Btw I've been reading what you write and I really enjoy it :) ..)

I have not gotten one specifically for this yet. I hope these are okay. And thank you! XD While i like writing for myself, I find more satisfaction in writing for others, so I’m glad you enjoy what I’ve posted


  • Is aware you have diabetes
  • One day he comes over for the day to hang out
  • The two of you were going to go out and go to the junkyard in search for scrap parts for his next big invention
  • Except when he gets to your room, he finds you sitting at the table with your head in your hands
  • Immediately concerned, the junker drops the dirty sack meant for the parts on the floor by the door and hobbles over 
  • “Ye okay, darl’? Ye look a bit pale,” Junkrat says, noticing your pale complexion and the way your eyes seemed a bit distant. Carefully he kneeled on his peg leg, watching you with concern
  • Giving him a tired smile, you noted his face was dirtier then usual and reached up to gently wipe at his face with a napkin from the table
  • “Your so dirty,” you whisper, sighing heavily and feeling bad.
  • Catching your hand, Junkrat presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist, before pausing.
  • “Have ye taken yer blood thingy with the needle jabber ye have?” Junkrat asked, looking at you with concern now. He’d seen you with low blood sugars but obviously it was a bit worse then usual.
  • Giving an exhausted nod, you brush your finger tips across his cheek. “I’m sorry, Jamie. I just don’t have the energy to go to the scrap yard today. I feel like I might topple over, honestly,” you said apologetically, hoping he wouldn’t be too disappointed.
  • Shaking his head, Junkrat stood and straightened his back, showing his true height as he towered over you. Then he leaned and scooped you up, causing you to squeak. Despite having a wiry thin frame, the man was well built and seemed to have endless energy and strength, you once noticed.
  • “Don’t mind me, darl’,” Junkrat said, plopping you down on the couch. He got your fuzzy slippers for you, before rummaging through the cupboards and fridge. He brought back a can of pop and a bag of chocolate covered pretzels for you, before sitting beside you.
  •  “Here. Movie day is just as good, as long as it be with me best girl,” he said with a goofy grin.
  • The look of adoration you gave him made today all the worth it. “Thank you,” you said gently, before snuggling to him for the day as he worked on raising your blood pressure with you and letting you relax to get your strength back


  • The two of you were out for the day 
  • Despite having heart disease, the two of you ended up buying a ranch half a year ago
  • The place is a lot of work but usually your good about not working on your bad days and being honest about them
  • Today you weren’t. The two of you were going to go for a ride through the meadows and have a nice lunch out. Wanting to very badly, you didn’t tell Jesse about how your chest had been hurting since you woke up.
  • When you found yourself a bit short of breath during the start of the ride, Jesse noticed. You insisted you were fine and that your horse’s speed was a bit rough today
  • Jesse didn’t believe it. Butterfly rode like a dream. 
  • The two of you were almost getting to the spot when suddenly, the pain in your chest intensified. Pressing a hand to your chest, you gasped for air and felt blackness at the corners of your vision.
  • “Y/n!” Jesse gasped, turning his horse around and hurrying over just as you fainted. You were lucky, he caught you from falling off the horse just in time.
  • When you woke up, the pain was a dull ache in your chest. You were laying on the couch in your living room, and you blinked hazily as you struggled to remember exactly what had happened last.
  • Jesse sat on the edge of the coffee table, holding your hand and looking to be both angry and relieved.
  • “Jesse-” you croaked but he cut you off.
  • “You can’t do that, y/n. We agreed when we got the ranch that you would take it easy. You should have told me you weren’t feeling good,” Jesse said, clutching your hand desperately. He had been so worried, and you know it scared him, the thought of anything happening to you.
  • A slow smile tugged and your lips, and when he saw it he rubbed his eyes. “Why are you smiling?” he growled, but was silenced when you reached up to caress his cheek.
  • “Your right. I’m sorry, Jesse. I just…I’m so grateful to have someone who cares so much,” you say softly, the look on your face serene as you squeeze his hand. For a moment he just looks at you, as if considering whether or not to let you off the hook. 
  • Finally he rests his forehead on your shoulder and lets out a long sigh.
  • “I love you, stupid,” he mumbles, before pressing a kiss just before your ear.
  • Letting out a soft chuckle, you relax.
  • “I love you too, you goofball,” you murmur.


  • Today Hanzo had woken and noticed that you had been a bit difficult to wake up
  • When you did, you had been really tired. It didn’t take you long to realize your lupus was acting up but you refused to admit it
  • Touching your forehead, Hanzo had immediately noticed the hot fever plaguing you as you attempted to insist that you would be fine
  • Your joints were really aching this morning, and Hanzo could tell by the way you winced whenever you moved.
  • Hanzo ended up sentencing you to bedrest for the remainder of the day, even though it was the day of one of japans biggest festivals
  • You had been so excited to go…it broke your heart that you would have to miss it, but you knew as well that you couldn’t go out in your condition.
  • You tried to tell Hanzo to go, but he just gave you a look that left no room for arguements. Instead, Hanzo put himself to work making food for you while you laid curled up in bed
  • Hanzo always stayed home when you weren’t feeling good.
  • Around lunch time, Hanzo walked in with a tray. There was homemade stew for you, as well as freshly made juice and biscuits.
  • You couldn’t help the soft smile that touched your lips. Hanzo always took excellent care of you, going above and beyond to ensure that you would at least be happy while you were recovering. 
  • “Thank you,” you murmur as you take the tray, watching as he carefully sat beside you. “How lucky I am, to have such a beautiful nurse,” you tease gently.
  • A smile tugged at his lips. “You really are, aren’t you,” he says quietly, reaching up to tuck your hair behind your hair.
  • Watching you while you ate, you noticed Hanzo looked a little more lost in thought then usual, more troubled. Usually he went to meditate when he was troubled, but instead he sat there, tracing circles on your knee as he thought.
  • “Are you okay?” you murmur, before taking another bite full of food.
  • Blinking, after a moment Hanzo gives you the barest smile. “Nothing to worry about,” he says softly. “I just…get quite worried over you. I am afraid of there ever coming a day where I might have to wake up without you at my side…” 
  • Stunned, you put down your almost empty bowl of soup to stare at him, realizing what he was worrying over.
  • “Hanzo Shimada! I am not dying now, nor any time soon. I’ll be damned if if we don’t grow old together!” you said determinedly, wishing he could try and be as sure of it as you were. You’d fight tooth and nail to live as long a life you could with this man you loved.
  • Eyes meeting yours, Hanzo hesitated before a real smile touched his features. “You are right. You are a fighter,” Hanzo murmurs softly, watching you with adoration evident in his eyes. “It will be okay. You’ve never been wrong before.”
  • With a laugh, you playfully punched his shoulder. “As if,” you murmur, before returning to finish your delicious soup.


  • It has been two days since you two have spoken
  • The last time you two had been together, your heart disease had acted up unexpectedly when the two of you had been out shopping. You’d blacked out in public, and when you woke up he’d taken you to the doctors to have a check up, worried for you
  • This has happened a couple times this year, or at least situations that were similar
  • Gabe didn’t like to be avoided, so he decided the best thing to do was to come to you. 
  • Marching up the front steps of your house, he walked in without knocking. Immediately he went upstairs to try and find you, only to see that you were curled up in your bed with your back to the door
  • For a moment, Gabe contemplated leaving, wondering if maybe you were just sleeping. Then he realized that you were shaking lightly, and slowly he walked over.
  • “Y/n..” he said softly, reach down and rubbing your back gently. At your touch, you let out the barest sob. It broke his heart.
  • “Move over,” Gabe urged gently, and you moved over. Crawling into the bed, he snuck himself under the covers before spooning you and burying his face in your long hair.
  • Silence ensued for a few minutes as he just held you, fingers rubbing soothing circles into your arms as he cradled you against his body. He didn’t want to pressure you to talk, especially when you were upset.
  • Finally though, you spoke. 
    “I’m sorry,” you whispered, rubbing at your eyes. There was once more a dull ache in your chest. The pain had been evident since the last time you’d seen him.
  • “Don’t be, baby,” Gabe said softly. “I was just really worried, is all. I just…tell me what’s wrong, baby. Please. Tell me what I can do to make it better.”
  • At his words, another sob engulfed you. How long would he say that, you wondered? How long before he tired of your episodes too?
  • “Make it stop,” you whimpered. “Make it go away, Gabe. I’m…I’m so tired…I’m just so tired of it. I can’t do this anymore. I never know when its going to be a good or bad day and I’m so sick of it. I’m just holding you back from having a normal relationship…”
  • Honestly, you had depression too. This disease was eating at you alive, not just your heart but it was ruining life for you. You felt like it was impossible to enjoy yourself knowing you had this illness.
  • Gabe would be better off with another girl, you thought, who didn’t faint in public and gasp like a goldfish out of water..
  • Turning you around, Gabe stared hard into your eyes. “I don’t want to hear that nonsense, y/n. I love you,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I love YOU. You aren’t holding me back. You are who I want to be with. None of this can stop me from wanting you. So unless your trying to get rid of me, stop thinking such nonsense and just tell me you love me.”
  • You couldn’t help the tiny smile that pulled at the corner of your mouth when he got pushy. It was a little cute. You had trouble believing it though. How could he…
  • “Y/N,” he said seriously when you hesitated. “I will never leave you. I promise you.”
  • You stared back into his eyes, hesitating, wanting to believe him so badly. Gabe didn’t tell fables, you reminded yourself. You couldn’t get better if you continued focusing on all the bad stuff…the voice in your head strangely reminded you of things Gabe had said to you many times over.
  • Hesitating once more, you hugged him tightly. 
  • “I love you,” you whispered, sniffling and you couldn’t help being grateful for the gift that was Gabriel in your life.
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I hc Otabek as very awkward when he meets new people (like.. when he actually talks to them, even if he seems cool) and that’s just so cute to me I can’t stop thinking about his first awkward convos with Yuri where he tries too hard I’m d ead

let’s just talk for a moment here. 

I’m gonna say itLena Luthor loves Kara Danvers. loves her. and there are soooo many reasons why. 

first, let’s just list the reasons off the bat, then I’ll explain my reasonings. 

  • donuts
  • lip bites/glances/looks
  • the thirst factor
  • food dates
  • meeting Alex
  • gala
  • flowers
  • her heroics
  • “I’ve never stood behind a man” 
  • “I’m here for you, if you still want that”
  • “I miss you”
  • “I didn’t see your name on the by line”/ “unquit”
  • “I trust you”/Catco
  • heart emoji

ok let’s get started:

first, the doughnuts.

 lena is known for eating healthy. she drinks kombucha. she gets kara to probably eat vegetables. y’know the regular. probably is on a no carb diet. we never see her eating anything bad, because she’s probably been preened all her life to be picture perfect and eat only what’s good for you. but here comes her bff, her gal pal kara danvers, traipsing in with a bag of doughnuts. this happened a couple times, actually. lena indulged in a doughnut for kara. 

the lip bites, holy fuck. I’m going to tie this in with the glances too. because holy mother of god. 

lena is always checking kara out, biting her lip (most likely surprising moans bc hot damn she’s in love with this woman) and the looks. the looks of. pure. unadulterated. love. 

I mean you cannot tell me the look on lena’s face is anything but love? come on. even a blind man could tell. 

next, lena’s thirst factor. 

girl, she is always, always, (almost) always seen with a drink when around kara! 

exhibit A: their first meeting, lena has to pause and get herself a damn glass of water

exhibit B: granted, yes they’re at a restaurant, but lena’s got an almost empty glass, bc hot damnvers kara is something. (lets take in account that kara’s glass is empty)

exhibit C: in the most recent episode 3.01, lena is yet again, shown pouring herself some water bc girl is thirsty af 

exhibit D: oh looky here, Lena’s getting a drink. I am pretty sure Kara just makes her speechless and she needs water to talk

exhibit E: y’all see where I’m going with this, right?

their brunch/lunch/dinner/kombucha dates

lena always seems to have a food date with kara. always. I mean it’s one thing to have one on occasion but they’re known to have these? and I know damn well that kara isn’t always the one to initiate them. lena is probably the one to invite her because she’s rich and offers to feed kara’s immense appetite. 

what about the first time lena was introduced to Alex properly?

this. this is the face of jealousy. she shows up unannounced at kara’s apartment (where’d she even get kara’s address?) and sees this beautiful woman in kara’s apartment and she’s jealous af, and Alex doesn’t let on anything. doesn’t, for a split second, let on that she’s kara’s sister, because I’m pretty sure she knew what Lena’s thoughts were. she knew for a flash of a second, lena was actually jealous, but ew gross, kara is her sister, and that’s when kara finally speaks up, and Lena’s face softens, and she remembers what she actually came over for… 

the gala

she invites, not only kara and supergirl to the gala, but kara’s man friend, mike of the interns, because she doesn’t care. if kara’s friends with this person, she figures she can trust this person too, who tf cares if you met them five seconds ago and could’ve easily told him “It’s an elite party, and I’m inviting kara as my plus one, sorry” but no, she extends an invitation to mike of the interns…

the flowers: plumerias

these are plumerias, for anyone who hasn’t seen them before. they come in all different colors, ranging from blues, pinks, purples, melon, peach, yellow and white. they are an exotic flower, and a bit hard to come by. they have to be imported, usually from Hawaii. they have a few different meanings, but in Chinese, they symbolize love. they mean “I love you” and “you are special” 

and kara’s office, just so happens to be overflown with flowers, most likely plumerias because she mentioned they remind her of her mother, and lena would totally import those flowers and fill her office as a thank you to saving her just because she loves kara. and you know damn well she knows what those flowers mean. she’s smart, we’ll touch on this fact later.

lena being a hero

she is.. its a fact. whether it’s supergirl or kara danvers’s hero, national city’s hero, or anyone’s hero, lena is a hero. 

lena chooses kara and being the hero and will always choose kara and being the hero. when it came to saving jack or saving supergirl, she chose kara over her ex-lover. and we can probably assume that because a) lena is young and b) lena is a luthor, jack was probably her only real relationship. she did love him, you could tell with the emotion from the kiss and even the relaxed-ness of her date with him, they were friends. and she did miss is company, though she wouldn’t date him again. yet then it comes to kara, as supergirl, and she has to choose whether to save jack or end his life to save national city’s hero. she chooses to let jack go, therefore ultimately killing him so she can save kara. she also saves kara’s man child boyfriend from the evil daxamite guard. by shooting him with an alien gun. and she and Winn made whatever that thing was under the table at the gala and it stopped those evildoers from attacking supergirl, and the kicker, my favorite, saving the whole population of national city, not once, but fucking twice.

in s2e8 lena, after finding out her mother is the ringleader of CADMUS, and kara ultimately yells at her and accuses her of knowing what her mother did, etc, still saves national city. she undermines her mother, weasels her way onto her mother’s good side, double-crosses her and makes the medusa virus inert, therefore saving national city’s population of aliens when the only friend she had hated her for the moment. she could’ve easily just given in and killed all the aliens, but she didn’t. she chose to save them because she loves kara and her pro-alien bleeding heart views, even when they sometimes disagree and fight. 

and then again in s2e22, lena, and with the help of Lillian, build a device to rid the planet of the daxamites invading earth. a device that sends out lead into the atmosphere. and she knows what it’ll do. she knows that it’s going to send Mon-el away, and you know she was lowkey happy about that, but she knows it’ll put kara through hell, yet she let’s kara make the ultimate decision to choose whether to go on with it, and kara does. supergirl tells them to use the device. and lena yet again, saves everyone, all because she loves kara and kara is her hero.

and let’s not forget the best time lena was a hero and shot Corbin, therefore saving none other than Special Agent Alex Danvers with the DEO… hot damn, she’s my hero.

lena’s never stood behind a man

*eh hem* I’ll just leave these here. two examples of lena never standing behind a man, because she’s independent and fierce, but Kara is always protecting her and she lets kara/supergirl. we know damn well lena can hold her own, she is a Luthor after all, but she lets kara take the forefront and she stands behind her with grace and poise and love and admiration. 

“I’m here for you, if you still want that”

Lena knows the hell kara is going through. she knows that kara lost her man child thing of a boyfriend she liked for five days. and kara is going through hell. and yet, she’s still cautious. I think this is one of the most significant things ever and we’re going to dissect for a second here. in the second image: kara tells lena “I’m right here” letting lena know she can talk to her and she wants her to, she’s almost willing her to. 

yet in the top image, lena adds the “if you still want that”. she is letting kara know a few things here. a) that she feels guilty over the lead being released in the atmosphere b) she doesn’t want to use kara, because she’s not a talker herself. her walls are always built up so sturdy until kara breaks them down with her super strength and c) she doesn’t want to lose kara. she’s letting her know she’s there if kara wants her because its kara’s choice. she’s not going to force kara into being her friend just because kara is the only friend she has in national city and she will be ready to help kara any way she needs when the time comes. 

“I miss you” 

this also follows with the “if you still want that” because she’s telling kara that she’s being ignored, but she’s not pushing. she knows that kara is distancing herself. but she still lets kara know in a subtle way that she’s still here, she still loves her and that she truly misses her best friend. she just misses her. she misses Kara Danvers, the girl she’s falling in love with more and more as each day passes.

“I didn’t see your name on the by line”/”unquit”

now, first off, kara does anything lena suggests. Lena suggests, she become a reporter and guess who becomes one? Kara. lena tells her in such an unprofessional manner to “unquit” her job. and according to my laptop, unquit isn’t even a word, yet it came out of poised, perfect, prestined Lena Luthor’s mouth. “unquit” 

so kara unquits, and lena sends a heart emoji

a red heart emoji. man, do I have some words about this. Lena, you little lesbian in love with your bestie, damn. lena could’ve easily replied back with a “okay” or “sounds great” or even a “see you tomorrow!” or if we’re going the emoji route: a smiley face, a thumbs up, or fuck idk, a yellow heart? because lena is very, very, very smart. and we all know she knows the meanings that colors represent. like how yellow means happiness, friendship, sunshine, and energy, yet miss luthor sent kara a red heart. red meaning love, passion, heat. you can’t tell me she doesn’t know what they meant. she could’ve replied with so many different ways, yet she chooses a red heart.

and lets not forget the last points: lena buys fricken catco–– “I trust you”

lena “I bought your job for you and I have no fucking idea how to run catco” luthor bought a multimillion dollar corporation so a sexist bottle of cheap cologne couldn’t and she has literally no idea how to run the company, yet she’s enlisting and trusting her best friend and the woman she likes to run it with her. she bought kara a company. because kara asked and she 

lena just dropped everything, and potentially could ruin her career for this woman, and she did it all out of love. 

she even admits to not even knowing how to run the place! yet, just because kara asked, she did it. kara says “jump” and lena asks “how high”. the girl will do anything for the woman she loves. 

anyway, so those are my thoughts and reasonings as to why I believe lena is in love with kara. you can agree or disagree, leave your opinions if you like, but if you’re anti-supercorp please do not leave your opinion. 

*please note: gifs and pictures are NOT mine and I will not take credit for them, I simply borrowed them from the internet. also I stg if the gifs don’t load I will cry, I don’t know if they actually will, let’s hope.

edit: none of the gifs loaded I hate everything… oh fucking well, you get my point and y’all probably know what each gif is a scene of anyway… fml

Masculine Poses for Inquiring Trans Guys

Having spent my whole life posing to be “pretty” (from family portraits to Porn shoots), I found myself wanting to look more masculine in my personal photos. But how? I looked through Tumblr and all I really found were a bunch of man-butts – which wasn’t terrible, but also wasn’t what I was looking for. So I did my own research and made this post for anyone else who was wondering! 

Just an important note: this is not meant in any way to uphold gender roles. I just want to help people out who want to express themselves more masculinely in visual media or who are self-conscious of photos because they don’t want to look like a girl (i.e. me, and probably most pre T boys). Regardless of your sex, gender, race, orientation, origin, or class, you should be allowed to be yourself! I just wanted to point out some rules of conventional photography and posing that allow a person to present in a more “masculine” way :)

So, some things to remember when taking photos that will accentuate your masculinity:

  • Your eyes should follow the line of your nose.
  • A lot of photography has men squinting. Not sure why, but maybe they’re on to something?
  • Closed hands (a.k.a. fists or loose fists) are considered more masculine than open hands in photography. If your hands are open, keep your palms pointed down and try to shoot the tops of your hands. The sides of the hands are considered dainty and womanly.
  • When posing, try not to raise the shoulder you have pointed at the camera or tilt your head toward a raised shoulder. If you do a head tilt, tilt your shoulders in the same direction as your head. It sounds complicated, but there’s a picture of it below!
  • IT IS OKAY TO SMILE! If you feel like smiling makes you look too feminine or makes you look silly, try a smirk or a lustful look. Or just look serious I guess. IDK, I’m new to this too so :P In porn there’s this look they have us do called “fashion face.” You literally make no expression, you just stare at the camera like you have resting bitch face. If you’re not one for smiles, try it, you might like it! (I personally make an effort not to look angry or depressed in my photos, and I have always sucked at faces so that’s why I rambled here. Don’t hate me lol).
  • Try to accentuate your jawline – find a facial pose that makes the jawline look strong and present. Always keep your chin tilted up and toward the camera!

Here are some photos of different poses considered masculine in conventional art and photography (there is one that has more anime-style poses for those of you who like to cosplay or just like to be really cool!):

In the end, it’s important to remember that it will take time to grow into your body, and it will take time to learn how to command it, too. If you’re like me and have to wait a few more years before you can start T, but you still want the world to see you as you are, I’m sure this will help. I’ll be trying out some of these poses and uploading them here, and I’d love to see yours. I know my blog is small, and I’m no expert, but I really hope this reaches anyone who needs it.



As much as you wanted your brothers to stay with you in the Bunker you told them to go. Those victims and to be victims needed Hunters to take the case before anything got worse. These people were dying. You were fine…weren’t you?

Sam and Dean knew you struggled with mental health issues, which is why they were reluctant to leave you, but you promised them you’d be fine. How could you be fine? 

Your breathing was deep and heavy as you reached for your phone. It didn’t take long for him to pick up: “Y/N?” Sam’s worried voice was supposed to fill you with relief, but instantly guilt washed over. “Hey Sweetheart, you okay?” He spoke much more quickly this time.
“Yeah I’m fine…uh…” You tried to think of a reason to call that would convince him you were telling the truth. “I knew we shouldn’t have left you…” He sighed.

“Sammy everything’s fine.”

“Then why are you calling me? Bug, it’s okay to not be okay. I’m proud of you for calling.” His soft loving voice made you well up with tears.
“I just feel so empty.” You whispered, tears trickling down your cheeks.

“Hey shh, it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay I promise.”

You nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “I miss you.” You sobbed, trying your best to hold it in, but ultimately failing.
“I miss you too, love. Dean can handle the case on his own I’m coming back, okay?”
“Are you sure? I’m not worth it, Sammy. There are people’s lives at stake-”
“Don’t put yourself down like that Y/N. You’re just as important and I’m not gonna let you suffer. I’m coming home….Love you, sis.”
“Love you too Sammy, hug De for me?”
“Of course.”


You didn’t want to wake him but this was important. Creeping down the hallway, your body visibly shaking from crying, you made your way to your brothers room.
You quietly closed the door behind you, your feet padding on the ground as you made your way over to him. He was asleep.

“D-Dean?” You managed, your lip trembling.
Immediately he was awake -Hunters instincts. After his initial panic, he calmed down. But not for long as he noticed your state.

“Y/N?” He got up from his bed and rushed toward your sobbing figure.

“Sweetheart what’s wrong?” He knelt down so he was eye level with you. His gentle hand tucked away a strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lightly resting on your cheek before he held his arms out for you. You collapsed into him, his arms enveloped you in a hug as he held you close.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” He cooed, his arm stroking your hair as you sobbed into his chest.
He knew you struggled with depression, he knew you didn’t need to talk about it sometimes but just a shoulder to cry on. Dean was there for you whatever the need.

He gently led you to his bed where you sat next to him, still clutching on to him for dear life.
He continued to hold you, breathing with you, reassuring you through the occasional whisper and kissing your forehead.
You stayed there for quite some time, even when your sobs died down to sniffles then to nothing.
You remained, your head resting on his chest, the fabric of his flannel shirt a comfort of its own.

“I’m sorry.” You finally said, looking up at him with sad eyes.
“No you don’t have to be sorry, sweet.” He assured you, rubbing your back “Not ever. I’m proud of you, so so proud of you.”
You nodded against him, not wanting to get up from his comfort.

“If you want to talk about anything, me and Sam are always here. Always.”
“Thank you.” You managed a weak smile.
“Come on, you can sleep with me tonight.” He let you go to shuffle up so there was room for you to crawl on. You did, curling back up against him and closing your sore eyes
He wrapped his arms round you protectively, reassuring you he was there. Your soar eyes drooped shut as he held you close and lulled you into a deep sleep.

Requested by @winchesterjackson

Going ahead with my request XD Okay, I have an ideia. Can you do one with that the reader!sister is feeling down and depressive, and Sam notice that and try to cheer her up. (Fluff, pleaase, like I’ve told you lol)
I thought I might as well do both Sam and Dean Idk I guess this blogs been too Sam-centric recently and as much as we love our Moose Squirell deserves some love haha, Hope you liked it! x

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goDDD okay reasons im still not over this scene;

-the fact that kirishima purposefully teased bakugou into helping him study when he could’ve easily just gone to momo’s like literally everyone else??? (and learned shit without getting smacked lmao)

-the fact that they decided to go out??? they could’ve just gone to like? idk a library or something?? (but i guess they’d probably get kicked out cuz of bakugou ahaha) 

-okay just imagine that conversation?? tsundere ass bakugou somehow coordinating a meet up with kirishima??? FUCKIN MEET ME THERE AT 6 OCLOCK SHARP BITCH!!!!

-bakugou’s outfit?? the popped collar?? asdfghjkl idk if we’ve ever seen him wear this before honestly it looks like one of his nicer shirts and stuff- he kinda dressed Up for the occasion and kirishima is just wearing lazy studying clothes LOL 


Finished this WIP (here are the headcannons) overnight (its 3 in the morning haha). Have both final version because i couldnt choose ? Not sure if i like it, maybe i’ll do a gif version where the earthball floats and they breath

  •  I think Hunk created the floating earth lantern ball ; coran gave him the raw materials from some castle lanterns
    • Pidge typed the programm that makes its spin around in 24 seconds
  • Lance just stare at the ball for hours when he misses home
  • they uploaded pictures in it (like in some memory stick but, round) and it takes photos so you can zoom up into earth places they know
  • pidge is pulling all nighter to make it change its appearance to look like the planet they’re on
  • and Hunk tries to build a mini-lab inside
    • *pokedex voice* You’re on Exerus, the fifth moon of Kartasar..
    • Pidge : IT’S ALIVE
  • (I’ll do a close up of the pic one day )
    • They took it in a space mall while shopping (see : fashion voltron for the full experience ahah yes i link my own drawings in headcanons wth im gonna die what is sleep)
  • Also the poster is found in an old abandonned boutique of space roadtrips ; earth used to be popular inside aliens societies 
    • It’s all burnt and torn but Keith found it and immediatly thought about giving it to Lance so he keeps it preciously
    • also the earth is on fire on it
    • it’s probably 3millions years old but okay
  • In the morning Keith wakes up sore and lance is freezing because he gave his shirt to the boy #gotta keep your galra baby hot
    • He never questions the snuggle needs
    • Sometimes Keith come just to be pat like a kitty
    • he totally purrs

(can be seen as klance or not) (also the mobile version shows only one pic ? idk it’s okay)

little larry things that have been happening these past few weeks that they are trying to not make it obvious but its obvious:

• both were mia in the uk for days
• louis suddenly feels the need to fly to LA after being home mia for so long, that same week we find out about harry going solo
• louis is literally the only one who hasnt liked any of harrys ig posts or congratulated him
• louis has been getting papped / seen every single time something new happens with harrys solo stuff, other than that hes mia
• always making sure when papped they are both seen across the world
• they both have been hiding their arms and legs for weeks now (louis has been walking around hot ass LA wearing all black sweatsuits like …)
• harrys twitter account quotes pictures of louis standing in front of pink backgrounds, it was up for about 45 mins, still no explanation for it
• when harrys twitter did that louis twitter was online at the sametime and followed lorde who was just on snl
• like 2 days after the weird twitter activity we get harrys album cover which is him … in pink water … okay
• they were both mia all this week, no fan sightings, no stalker pics, no pap pics except the one bon jovi bts pic and snl stuff

idk if im missing anything, this is just a recap for me so i dont forget cause everything is so weird but also really obvious and i dont get what is going on i guess ill try to keep updating it

The FAHC aren’t good people. They’re criminals, they’re the bad guys, they’re the monsters that parents tell their children to be wary of, and for a good reason, too.

They aren’t good people, but they will fight tooth and nail to be that way.

The “good people”, those are the ones they hate. The perfect politician with a plastic face and even more fake promises. Promises of making things better when they don’t even know how bad it is. The big name CEOs who dip their toes in donation money so they can fish some out for themselves, even though they have enough golden bars and diamond rings at home to fill a swimming pool. Government officials who make laws only for their personal gain, to put more $100 bills in their wallets so they can throw them at abused strippers later.

The Fake AH Crew hates them. Hates them with a passion because they were the ones who forced them into this life in the first place.

They’re the one’s who took away Geoff’s will to live as soon as he finished servicing, not giving him a cent to his name and making him live on the streets. Lucky for him, he was used to it from his rough childhood, so he knew how to climb the system and make a name of himself in the criminal ring so he wouldn’t be eaten alive.

They’re the ones who stripped Jack of her humanity, reducing her to her genitalia. The one’s who took away her rights and stopped her to the ground, leaving her to die on the side of the road where no one would care or even know her name. Lucky for her, Geoff helped her to her feet, or else she’d be rotting and another misgendered name in the obituaries.

They’re the ones who made Ryan believe he was insane. The ones who told him he was “crazy” and “dangerous” because his brain worked differently. He had no where to go without being miserable, forcing him to rob banks just so he could afford his medication, just so he could feel like a person. Forced him to rob the wrong house, where he found a strange man and woman who offered him shelter and food and Ryan felt like crying.

They’re the ones who fucked Michael over, keeping him in a corrupt system all because of a stupid mistake he made as a teen. He had to live the prison life for five years, and when he got out, he wasn’t a citizen anymore and he had no where to go except a man named Geoff who took him in when he saw a poor 25 year old on the side of the road, starving to death because all the soup kitchens ran out of funds years ago.

They’re the ones who made Gavin prostitute himself. Made him into an object for rich men and women to abuse just so he could eat that night. He hated how dirty he felt, but how else was he supposed to survive? Until a man offered family instead of sex, offered a safe haven so Gavin wouldn’t have to sell his body just to live.

They’re the ones who kept Jeremy from moving up. Kept him poor and barely surviving off minimum wage. They didn’t help the addiction that ran in his family and spit at him when he developed it, too. He didn’t remember the last time he ate because he spent his entire paycheck on meth and booze. If he didn’t, he would feel itchy and and paranoid, and eventually, he was evicted. Geoff found him on the side of the road, almost dead from an overdose.

So, of course they hate the “good guys”. The ones who fuck them over, all the while saying they’re for the people. That’s why, when a “good person” is found dead, a bullet hole in their head, a little fuck you note is stapled to their chest, sincerely from the FAHC.

Okay, so I think that you guys might possibly find this interesting. Idk if you all know about the character Firestorm from the DC universe, but he’s going to be in a game called Injustice 2. 

Now, guess who’s going to be voicing him? 

Dante Basco. Who also voiced this other hothead.

Now, at certain times, Firestorm can use blue flames, making him seem more like this other hothead.

Now for one final part to this that’s also funny. Firestorm is also a character in the cartoon Justice League Action, and I’ve fallen in love with him there. He’s got such a lovable personality. In it, he’s voiced by P.J Byrne.

Now, as we know, P.J Byrne voices Bolin.

He’s not a firebender, but his brother Mako is.

So inclusion, Firestorm makes me think of the firebenders of the Avatarverse, and I love him for that.

anonymous asked:

top five "mom" jeans?

i mean i don’t have many mom jeans but i guess these are some jeans i would put on like, eliza pancakes? yea i guess she isn’t a mom but she’s very “mom” to me. im not good at this stuff sorry lmao

1. @feather-sim‘s rose embroidered jeans

2. @citrontart‘s floral jeans recolor (i love this one for party wear idk why! it goes really well with cropped turtlenecks)

3. @sondescent‘s big belted bad boy jeans (i use these so much it’s not okay)

4. @waekey‘s high-waisted flared pants

The Perfect Smile

A/N: I probably overdid this, but I love it. Neuroscientist James is my spirit animal.

Thomas had always thought that Alexander was absolutely beautiful. His smile always seemed to be contagious, making Thomas’ own eyes light up as well. Thomas’ gaze would flicker over to Alexander’s any chance he got, and he felt better every time he saw Alexander smiling at something.

There was a smug smile that seemed to be reserved for only him. Something that only showed up when Alexander was sure that he had somehow bested Thomas. Every now and then, it would throw Thomas off for a second. He had seen the smile so many times, but it only seemed to get better each time.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Alexander asked one day. Thomas had been staring at Alexander’s smile, and one had appeared on his own lips.

“No reason,” Thomas had said, going on to wreck all of Alexander’s argument in one swoop.

Alexander immediately retorted. The game went on.

Maybe Thomas wasn’t allowed to feel this way about Alexander, but to him it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that he already had someone who loved him at home. All he wanted was Alexander. He needed Alexander. It wasn’t that he didn’t love James, it was just a different type of love. It didn’t have the passion Thomas felt for Alexander. That was gone, and only the skeleton remained.

James and Thomas were just very good friends that had ended up married, and basically given up on it the first time they had tried to have sex. It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t sexual. It was just a deep friendship.

A part of Thomas always wanted to tell James exactly how he felt about Alexander, but it seemed like there was a line. Telling your husband you had a crush on another man was a stupid idea.

“Who’s making you smile that much, my husband?” James asked, stressing the pet name. It was mostly ironic, a joke about the world forcing them into this position. The day they had gotten married, it was just my husband and your husband all the way to bed. Now it was some sort of joke between the two. The world was cruel for letting them get married in the first place.

Thomas looked down at his phone. He was texting Alexander, and he could feel the smile on his lips. It was another debate about something trivial, and Alexander had sent him the message I don’t know whether to laugh or cry with a smiley face in response to a pun that Thomas had made. Somehow, it was just as contagious as seeing the real thing.

“Just somebody from work. He liked my pun.”

James chuckled, walking over and sitting down next to Thomas. “Want to watch a crappy reality TV show?”

“As always,” Thomas said, putting down his phone and leaning into James.

“Have you heard of the Texas sharpshooter fallacy?”

That was the thing with James. He was just so incredibly smart and talented and frankly wonderful, and James didn’t deserve to be stuck in a marriage with Thomas, not when he could win absolutely anyone over. Maybe Thomas would actually hand James the divorce papers one day.

James twisted the ring on his finger as he talked about someone shooting at a barn or something, and ended up connecting it to the trashy reality show they were watching. Thomas chuckled, nodding along the way. It was nice. He couldn’t deny that.

But it wasn’t what he wanted.

Thomas wanted the pounding of his heart that he felt every time Alexander stepped closer. He wanted to press his lips against Alexander and kiss him like there was no tomorrow.

There was probably a reason he was with James. Out of all people, James was the one that he had chosen to propose to. James had been there for him his entire life. They had grown up together, gone to the same college, even moved in together before they started dating. They were meant to be. James made him feel comfortable. Thomas could be satisfied with just this feeling, and he wouldn’t have to worry about the pounding in his heart. Thomas ignored his phone buzzing.

Thomas didn’t wear his wedding ring anymore. James didn’t either. James kept his engagement ring on, though. It seemed to matter too much to him for him to take it off. Thomas didn’t question it. James could do what he wanted. Thomas always saw James fidgeting with it, and he never said much about it. One day, Thomas had walked into James just holding the ring and examining it, gently turning his fingers so that he could see all the sides. Thomas sat down next to him, neither of them saying anything. They both knew that the other felt the same way. James had just slipped the ring back on and leaned into Thomas, asking him about his day.

“So you’re saying that they purposely make these people look like idiots,” Thomas said.

“That’s just an example of the entire thing. It’s why that entire Kennedy-Lincoln conspiracy theory is idiotic. It’s ignoring the fact that coincidence is going to be a normal part of life, and that just because a bunch of things seem to line up a certain way that seems incredibly miraculous, the fact is that it was statistically probable in the first place,” James replied.

Thomas began to wonder if James had picked this specific discussion for a reason. The fact that they were meant to be had always floated around their relationship. Was James finally calling bullshit on that? Thomas focused on James’ engagement ring more than the show, watching James twist it around his finger.

“Which is why when they have hours of footage, they can pick out the parts that they want and make it look like these people are idiots. To us, all these clips seem to show that Patricia is an idiot, when the bigger picture shows that they’ve cropped out all of her humanity, only showing us these snippets. We assume she’s just an idiot because that’s all we get to see of her. Same thing with all coincidences. There’s so much more that you’re cropping out, you just never see it.”

“Nerd,” Thomas teased. James playfully punched his arm.

Still, it made sense. Thomas was thinking of only the things that he and James had in common, the things that made it seem like they were meant to be, instead of all the differences they had. Different jobs, different food choices, different outlooks on life. There seemed to be much more of those than just being born in the same place and being accepted into the same college.

Maybe they weren’t meant to be.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Alexander asked. It was the same question as before, and Thomas could feel his heart racing even more.

Thomas just took Alexander’s hand, pulling him into a supply closet and kissing him hard. It was everything he dreamed of.

“What are you doing?” Alexander asked, looking up at Thomas with wide eyes and a grin.

“You make me smile,” Thomas said, picking Alexander up and leaning him against the wall, kissing him again.

Alexander let out a breathy giggle, inviting Thomas over that night. They had dinner, talked a bit, debated a bit, and Thomas left only after he and Alexander had kissed each other for a few minutes. Alexander gave him the feeling that he always wanted, a feeling that was hard to get with anyone else.

James was typing something on his computer, the TV playing in front of him. Thomas walked in and sat down on the couch next to James.

“Work late?” James asked.

“Dinner with a coworker,” Thomas answered. He was about to talk about everything that had happened between him and Alexander, but James was still his husband. That was the curse of it all. They were married best friends, and that came with its own set of problems.

Thomas had considered asking James to make it an open relationship, but he could tell that James wasn’t very into the dating thing at all anyway. It would be a selfish request, and Thomas didn’t want more strain on their relationship.

James nodded. “I’ll be out for the next week, scientist’s convention. I’m presenting some of my research.”

“What’s it about?” Thomas asked.

James instantly launched into an explanation of action potentials and synaptic transmission that Thomas didn’t understand any bit of. He just nodded and tried to be as supportive as possible. James chuckled at Thomas’ confused face at the end.

“Forgive me, but I have no idea what anything you just said was.”

“I’m trying to figure out a better way to regulate brain chemicals from the inside so that people like me don’t have to take antidepressants all the time,” James said, simplifying it for Thomas.

Thomas nodded. “I’m happy you’re helping people.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m not teasing. Aren’t I allowed to appreciate my husband?” Thomas asked, snickering.

James flicked Thomas’ hair playfully. Thomas stuck out his tongue. James chuckled. “Think my husband hasn’t grown past Kindergarten.”

“I’m going to sleep, farthead,” Thomas said.

“Hypothesis confirmed,” James teased.

Thomas rolled his eyes.

“Have some work to finish. I’ll see you in bed when I’m done?” James asked.

“As always. Good night, my husband,” Thomas said, walking up the stairs to their bedroom.

They slept as usual, back-to-back, and Thomas couldn’t help but wonder what sleeping with Alexander would feel like. They’d probably sleep facing each other, Alexander’s face in Thomas’ chest, probably arguing about something stupid. Thomas berated himself for thinking about Alexander when he was in bed with his husband. However, when his brain floated back to the thought, he couldn’t help but smile. He slept uneasy that night.

Alexander and Thomas were kissing every day. Thomas couldn’t stop smiling.

James left two days later for his convention. The house was quieter without him, but not for long. Thomas passed Alexander in the hallway.

“My place tonight. You have condoms?” Thomas asked.

He was going to revel in making Alexander speechless for the rest of his life. He kissed Alexander’s forehead, hoping nobody would see, and continued on his way.

They walked out to Thomas’ car together.

“I’m only doing this if you’re ready to commit” Alexander said.

Thomas grinned. He wanted Alexander. James didn’t matter for this one day. Thomas could deal with the consequences later. Alexander was here with him and that’s all he needed. “I’m ready.”

“Do you like me?” Alexander asked. “Like, actually?”

“Yes, I do,” Thomas said. He really did. He loved the smile that always displayed on his face when he was talking to Alexander. He loved the pounding of his heart when he talked to Alexander. He loved Alexander, and everything about him. “I love you.”

“Wow, loser,” Alexander said, rolling his eyes. “I’ve been dropping hints for a year, you could’ve asked me out at any point.”

“My bad,” Thomas said.

Alexander kissed his cheek playfully, and Thomas’ smile brightened at the giggle that followed. “I love you too.”

Alexander kissed Thomas against the door as he was fumbling with his keys to the house. As soon as they were in, Alexander pushed Thomas against the door again, kissing him hard.

“Wait for the bedroom, asshole,” Thomas said, giggling.

“Condoms are in my back pocket,” Alexander whispered into Thomas’ ear. Thomas blushed, reaching into Alexander’s back pocket and taking out the box. Alexander wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Shut up,” Thomas said.

“Make me,” Alexander purred.

Thomas kissed him again, before grabbing Alexander’s arm and running up to the bedroom, Alexander stumbling behind him. He pinned Alexander against the mattress, kissing at Alexander’s neck. He pulled off Alexander’s shirt, kissing his chest. He began to suck little marks into Alexander’s chest, his fingers working at Alexander’s pants.

“Take your shirt off, tease,” Alexander said.

Thomas chuckled. “Rather not.”

He pulled down Alexander’s underwear, beginning to kiss down his chest.

Thomas took his own clothes off eventually, of course. He took his sweet time with Alexander first though. By the end of it, they were breathing heavily on top of each other. Thomas faced Alexander, snuggling into each other. Alexander nuzzled into Thomas’ chest, pressing a kiss to Thomas’ jaw every now and then. It was better than Thomas imagined.

Thomas smiled.

They skipped dinner and went to sleep together that night. Thomas smiled as he woke up to Alexander studying his face. He gently leaned in and kissed Alexander.

“I was scared yesterday was just a dream,” Alexander said softly, smiling as he cuddled into Thomas.

“I’m glad it wasn’t,” Thomas said. He picked up Alexander and carried him downstairs, Alexander giggling the entire time. For a second, it seemed like they had let go of everything that was weighing them down. It felt like floating. Thomas poured Alexander a bowl of cereal. He buried his fingers in Alexander’s hair, gently combing through and working through the mats. Alexander purred happily at the feeling, feeding Thomas spoons of cereal every now and then.

They went to work together, debating something trivial before going to their individual offices. Around lunchtime, Alexander sat down in Thomas’ room, working across from him. Thomas cancelled all the meetings he had for the day, happy to be alone with Alexander. He leaned in and kissed Alexander whenever the smaller man started to get frustrated, and Alexander’s smile was back in a few seconds.

Thomas beamed.

He brought Alexander home another night, blindly kissing each other all the way to the bedroom. Alexander teased him this time, to the point where Thomas was begging. The both laughed the entire time, and Thomas rested his head next to Alexander’s, smiling softly.

Alexander hugged Thomas, smiling into Thomas’ bare and marked chest. Thomas smiled back. This was perfection. He relaxed softly.

“So I was thinking that we go on an actual date after this?” Alexander suggested, biting his lip.

“Maybe I can take you out to the debate and you can punish me for everything I’m thinking,” Thomas replied suggestively.

Alexander rolled his eyes, nipping at Thomas’ chest playfully. “Don’t think that a debate is a great date idea, love.”

“Maybe we could-”

Thomas’ phone buzzed.

Thomas didn’t think much of it. He looked over to the bedstand next to Alexander. “Could you get that for me, darling?”

“Sure thing,” Alexander said, reaching over for Thomas’ phone. His eyes grazed over the contact image, and he stilled. Thomas had completely forgotten that his contact for James was still “my husband” with a bunch of hearts after it. It was ironic, not serious, but that would be impossible to explain to Alexander.

Alexander looked at him with wide eyes, dropping the phone on the bed and backing away.

Thomas was shaking his head. “No, wait Alexander, I can ex-”

“You’re married?” Alexander asked.

“Yes, but it isn’t what you think!” Thomas protested, sitting up. Alexander was already off the bed, backing away to the door. “Please, stay.”

“Does he know about this?” Alexander asked, voice wavering.

Thomas shook his head, biting on his lip.

“I’m not letting you cheat on your husband. That’s not fair to him or me,” Alexander said.

“Jem is not… we’re not… we’re married, but we’re not in love,” Thomas tried to explain.

“So he’s cheating on you, too?” Alexander asked.

“No,” Thomas said. He could see Alexander deflate. “Please, we can keep this a secret-”

“You said you were ready to commit! I believed you!” Alexander yelled.

“I am ready.”

“Not when you have a husband,” Alexander said, shaking his head. Thomas could see tears in his eyes. Alexander took a deep breath, steeling himself. “I’m not making the same mistake again. I thought you cared. Have fun with Jem or whatever.”

“I care, Alexander! I love-”

“Save it for your husband,” Alexander spat, turning and slamming the door behind him.

Thomas’ smile melted right off him, and he was sure he’d never feel the same one on his lips ever again. There was a moment where everything was still, and Thomas could feel every emotion twisting in his gut.

He sighed softly, picking up his phone.

“Hi Jemmy. Nothing new.”

Meant to be.


Okay, let’s start with how extremely adorable Jughead is. Like, he cares so much about the drive-in and as we found out, the place was literally his home. Like, someone protect my son please. And he tried so hard to save it, talking to the mayor, talking to Fred and handing out flyers and stuff. Forget Archie and that love triangle, this is the important story here.

Speaking of Fred and Archie, look how nice Fred was to that fucking pedophile. Like, he was complimenting her, inviting her to dinner and being such a great guy and that bitch is just sleeping with his son. Ugh. I hate her. 

Betty keeping a diary is so cliche™ but I love it lmao. 

I AM SO HERE FOR BETTY, RONNIE AND JUGHEAD HANGING OUT. Kevin’s okay too, I guess. Still haven’t decided if I like him or not. I mean, he’s funny and all but idk he just feels way too stereotypical and I’m still most certainly not over the biphobia. But maybe he isn’t really biphobic and that was a one time thing bc how else would Betty and Veronica, who are both obviously bisexual still be friends with him? Idk man. 

Cheryl, I love you for being a bitch but damn you just got your ass handed to you by Hermione Lodge, who is just as much of a goddess as her daughter. 

Betty calling out Archie on his shit 👏 👏👏

but like she was so…good about it?? Like she got her point across but didn’t immediately threaten to tell and stuff. And, Archie, honey, how could Ronnie even back you up? Firstly, what you’re doing ain’t cool and secondly, that’s her girlfriend you’re arguing with so ??? 


Where can I sign a petition to get rid of Alice Cooper? 


Betty questioning Grotesque Garbage is   👌 👌 👌 she was really good at that too honestly I just really love Betty Cooper man. 


“I don’t think of my students that way” lmao bitch stop lying

Jughead being a rebel with a cause is my aesthetic. And awww, he’s talking about himself and his family for once. This boy must be protected at all costs.. 

Archie, wtf are you trying to do, telling Betty to stay out of it? She’s literally doing what’s best for you like smh man shut up. 

BETTY AND VERONICA BEING DETECTIVE GIRLFRIENDS IS MY JAM. Like, seriously, they have so much chemistry like just let Bernoica happen man. It’s literally already canon. 

I would sell my soul to Satan and sell my body on the black market to make Beronica canon. 

I’m fully aware I’m being queerbaited but Betty and Ronnie are just. so. goddamn. cute. 

‘Jennifer Gibson’. THAT BITCH.

She has a gun in the car. THAT FUCKING BITCH. SHE’S THE KILLER!!!11!

Alice, wtf is wrong with you. Fred is a chill parent. He isn’t going to tell his son to stop talking to his best friend just ‘cause you’re a psycho who wants to control her daughter.

Okay, but like I really love Hermione and Veronica’s relationship it’s so good and–WAIT A SEC THEY’RE BUYING THE DRIVE-IN. Why must you crush Jughead’s happiness?  I TRUSTED YOUR HERMIONE.

Omg Alice saw the gun oops shit shit shit (betty what were you thinking hiding it in your fucking drawer smh girl). Wow, Alice just hit a new low. It’s not cool to read your daughter’s diary 

I would have felt bad after learning about Grundy’s backstory but my obvious hate for prevented that from happening thank god. 


Let’s talk about the drive-in.

Poor Juggie god I feel so bad for him Archie where are you your boyfriend needs you


Veronica Lodge is like fine wine. She gets better and better the longer she exists. 

I kinda sorta weirdly like the Veronica-Cheryl-Kevin squad?? They can be the ‘burn you to a crisp’ squad.

Ooh, Kevin’s got a new hottie. Also, did I mention I really love Kevin’s dad? He’s so nice.

YAS KEVIN GET SOME (My feelings are so conflicted like I want to support Kevin because he’s the only important, openly LGBTQ+ character on the show so far but like, something’s just off about him) 

Archie, please never speak to Grun–OH. HE’S LEAVING HER. YES ARCHIE YES YES YES–OH WAIT. OH NO. 


Alice why tf do you have to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong? 

Man, I feel bad for Fred. 

Archie, don’t defend that woman, please. She deserves it. 

Such drama much intense very wow. 

Oh no. My bby Betty is crying FUCK YOU ALICE. 

Okay, I know there’s probably some people sad about Grundy after her backstory but we got nothing but good stuff immediately after she left? 

Fred and Archie having a moment 👌 👌 👌 (I mean, I feel bad that Archie cried and that he was upset but it had to be done) 

Betty finally standing up to her asshole of a mother  👌 👌 👌 (I still kind of think that Betty is actually Polly but idk) 

A cute scene between Betty and Archie  👌 👌 👌

The scene where Veronica confronts her mom was certainly…something.


Grundy is like a bag of opened chips. She gets worse the longer she exists. Archie, you could not have been more wrong when you said she wasn’t a child predator. I already feel bad for that poor new kid victim of hers. 

On the whole, this was a really, really good episode. I give it a 9 out of 10, but that’s because my queen Josie wasn’t in it and there was not enough Jughead and Archie and there was way too much Archie and Grundy interaction but hey, at least she’s gone now. 

God, I’m literally crying over Jughead. The picture with him and his sister (who tf named them Jughead and Jellybean tho) was so adorable and so sad. My poor child. 



Also, I would just like to add, Betty is the best friend anyone could ever have and she needs to be appreciated more. 

So, what do you guys think? What do you agree and disagree with me on? Let’s talk! Reblog this while adding your notes or send in an ask (PLEASE SEND ME ASKS) or send me a message or something and I will see y’all next week.

So I made a short Kagehina comic based on this post that I found earlier today. It’s really rough because I’m lazy and it’s late here but I wanted to do it before bed. I hope you guys can read my crap handwritting though…

I just thought it was really funny. Maybe I’ll clean it up and color it when I have time lol. Until then enjoy!

WHAT?!….(thats my mind, fighting about which one of these pairings i like more)
Okay the contrast of their voices is really cute
…sorry vector haha

idk xD i feel stupid for spending so much time on this

annnnd espios eyes move so quickly uhh..but i guess its normal, because he´s a chameleon?? //D

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