to hook it ya know


Previously on America’s Next Top Shadowhunter
When Jace discovers that the sandwich he left in the fridge has gone missing he starts accusing everyone in the house of eating it. Alec tries to cool him down. 

Why the Zodiac signs were late

Aries:  I had to shower and I got caught up singing

Taurus:  I had to grab some food.  I’m not myself on an empty stomach!

Gemini: I had to stop by this one-day sale. Don’t give me attitude I got something for you!

Cancer:  I saw a cat crossing the highway, had to pull over.  I actually found it a forever home too!

Leo:  I was getting ready and kept changing my outfit. I wasn’t feeling the one I picked out last night.

Virgo: I’m not late. You started early.

Libra: I saw a hot chick and I started talking to her…  

Sagittarius:  Oh I forgot to push my clock forward (some BOGUS lie)

Scorpio:  I had to hook up with someone(s) and these things take time, ya know?!

Capricorn:  I had a meeting run long. Closed a huge deal.

Aquarius:  I was 3 hrs early and fell asleep in my car.

Pisces:  I never even remembered we were meeting so you’re lucky I’m even here.

Klance Fic Recs: Completed Works

 I have spent an incredibly large chunk of my life reading Klance stories that I decided that I might as well start jotting them all down. Here we go, these are all completed long works, I’ll do recs for one shots/WIPs later.

of florists and tennis shoes  by  venpast

One of those pure AU with the pure headcanons that you can’t get enough of. It’s a flower shop AND a coffee shop AU so you can’t go wrong. It includes flower language which is one of my favorite things so that’s a plus. Keith works at the flower shop and Lance buys flowers to try to impress girls but turns out that the only person being wooed by flowers is him. The cutest thing ever, great story, great idea, just very great.  Rated T and 63,774

The Different Rules of Summer by themultifandomnerd 

This fic is the cutest thing in the world, it’s is a modern day AU where Keith and Lance are volunteers at a library and meet by talking about ghosts and aliens. In this fic, Keith is deaf and it is all written very well. It was my favorite thing to read because they updated everyday. This is fan-fiction gold right here. Interesting story, well-written, and has fluff galore. It’s a great read. Rated G and word count is 57,589

A Shove Towards Love  by General_Button

OooOOoo I love this one. This one is a bop for sure. It’s a (somewhat) soulmate AU so you know you already wanna read it. Basically some aliens think Lance and Keith totally should be together 5ever (same really) so they sorta like. Bind their souls. Anyway, some crazy stuff happens to them because of this so basically you just have to read it. Rated T, word count 30,955. 

time out of mind  by  aknightley

I loved reading this one. I’m a sucker for older, domestic klance and well here we are. Keith and Lance wake up one day and they are several years in the future. And married. Hilarity ensues. This fic is so read as we see all of Team Voltron older and how Keith and Lance react to it all. Also I love the writing style. An A+ fic in all. Rated T and 27, 849 word count

your claws in me by burlesquecomposer

This one is intense, angsty, and dark and it’s soooo good. Lance falls under control of a druid, which turns him dark and takes the rest of Team Voltron on crazy ride to try to contain him and get it back. If you like angst then here it is and it’s amazing. They write Dark!Lance so well, I swear you get hooked fast. Rated M for ya know. Mind control and violence and all around angst. Word count is 49,072

in stasis  by  ilgaksu

Another good angsty one with a super interesting concept. Lance’s body goes way out of commission, so he is programmed into the castle as an AI while he recovers. The writer does an awesome job working with an awesome idea and this fic is perfect in every way. It deals with a lot of topics regarding albeism and anxiety. A lot of langst, but with just the right about of humor to make any Lance-lover put this fic on the top of their list. Rated T and word count of 26,940

Spaghettification and Other Extreme Sports by SociopathicAngel

I might be slightly biased on this one. This fic takes place in a final battle with Zarkon, where he opens up a black hole like the jerk he is. Lance, ever the hero, sacrifices himself to save the group. However, in the blackhole, Lance is taken to a universe where things are similar, except for one or two or several important details. Especially how a certain Red Paladin treats him. It’s super intriguing the way things are set up in comparison of the two different universes. An amazing, well-written story and the writer is also awesome and fantastic and you should check out everything they have written and shower them with praise. Rated T, word count 17,980

Sealed by Fate  by  thejapanesemapletree

A fantasy fic where Lance is a selkie and Keith finds him and takes in him, this is one of those stories you just really want more of. I’m a sucker for anything that has to do with Lance and mermaids, this is a interesting spin on it all. Selkies are a really interesting branch of the whole water fae, and this was a really awesome read. Rated T and word counts stands at 25,973

Shameless Self Advertising but I happen to have a completed klance story as well. It’s called  Sand as Fuel and it’s rated T and has 20k words. It’s set some time the future where Shiro had never returned back to Earth. Lance, Hunk, and Pidge all graduated from the Garrison like they were supposed to. Everything was going smoothly until they crash while colliding into a mysterious ship and Lance somehow finds himself being dragged across the desert. 

Hope you find something you like! You can find any more of my fics at  somethingaboutamoose!!!

If harry ever came to auradon
  • *jay and harry fighting*
  • jay: I was just trying to get to my class when bi bi birdie over here ATTACKED ME
  • harry: it's not that big a deal jay why don't you put on happy face
  • jay: why don't you shUT UP
I Wanna Be Yours

Hey guys! I am so excited to share some of my new fics with you guys! WHOO! This is for @decemberftw who requested a fic based on the song I Wanna Be Yours by the Arctic Monkeys I hope you like it! This is the first time I’ve done anything someone has requested, so I hope it lives up to what you wanted. :) Thanks for being a wonderful follower! <3 Happy Sunday!!

Warnings: wittle bit of angst, fluff, sarcastic reader in a funny way, language like kind of not really

Today was the third Friday of the month. That could only mean one thing.

“MOVIE NIGHT WITH MAH BOYEEEEEEEZ!” You howled as you ran through the kitchen and crash landed on the couch, just missing Steve who was already lounging on the cushions.

“(Y/N), please, I’m begging you to stop talking like that.” Steve groaned.

“Steve, if you’re gonna call yourself my friend then you have to deal with every side of me, including the 90′s rapper side that makes the occasional appearance.”

He chuckled and shook his head while he handed you the remote to pick tonight’s movie. You glanced down at the clock and furrowed your brows.

“Hey, where’s Buck? It’s nine on the dot, he should be here.”

“He didn’t text you? He’s not coming,” Steve said cautiously.

“Not coming?” Your finger froze on the button it was about to push. “What do you mean he’s not coming? It’s our movie night.”

“Well, he’s with a girl, (Y/N), it is Friday night.” His defense made you snarl, but you took a deep breath to try and calm yourself.

“Okay, I’m gonna ignore that last statement and pretend you didn’t just disrespect our movie night.”

Steve snorted at you. You rocked in your seat to face him, tucking your feet under you and strangling a pillow in your lap. “Which girl is it now? Dot?”

“No. Uh, he said her name was…”

“Oh is it, umm, what’s her freaking name…” you snapped your fingers in the air until you remembered the blonde who only seemed to be able to access about 12% of her brain. “Kelly?”

“Uh-uh,” he declined.

“The one who lives down on Ferry St.?”


“The one who works with Sharon?” You asked.

“That’s Kelly,” Steve chuckled.

“Jesus, I can’t keep ‘em all straight,” you shouted, completely exasperated and throwing yourself down on the couch.

“I think this is a new one anyway. He didn’t say much about her.”

“He never does.” You grumbled as you picked the first movie that popped up on the screen.

Before the opening credits ended you texted Bucky.

How dare you skip out on movie night.

You placed the phone on the coffee table and made yourself comfy as you watched the set up of the action movie you’d seen a couple times before.

A few minutes later your phone lit up with the most unflattering picture of Bucky, meaning he had texted you back. You sat up so quickly, the couch creaked. Steve spotted Bucky’s face on the screen before you could yank it out of his sight.

“(Y/N), he’s on a date, leave him alone.”

“Uh, I highly doubt it’s a traditional date, Steve,” you mumbled as you unlocked your phone and read the message.

I know, I’m sorry. 
I could bring her over and we could all watch something?

You growled aloud and shot him back a text. 

Absolutely not. No randos at movie night.

You tossed your phone on the couch next to you and tried to focus on the movie. A message lit the screen again and you looked down without unlocking it.

You’re a piece of work, (Y/N).

You sighed and burritoed yourself in a blanket, watching the explosions and gunfire on the television.

“What did he say?” Steve asked you once the violent scene had quieted down. 

“He apologized,” you grumbled. 

Steve sighed. “It’s harder than you thought it would be isn’t it?”

The confused look you gave him made it clear he would have to elaborate. 

“To live with us and hide how you feel.”

You shouldn’t be surprised that Steve knew about your feelings for Bucky. Steve and you had been friends for years and he knew you so well, it was like he always knew what was inside your head. 

“I just- he shouldn’t be hooking up with all these girls, ya know? It’s not good for him.” You practically whispered. 

Steve threw his arm around you. “He’ll figure that out.”

You sighed into his touch and leaned on his shoulder. The rest of the movie went by quietly until you both picked up and went to bed. 

The next day you went to the gym to blow off some steam and by the time you got back, Bucky was finally out of bed and making some coffee. He was standing in the kitchen, his long hair pulled into a messy bun, black tank top clinging to his chest and shoulders above thin, grey sweatpants. He was a sight to behold if you weren’t so angry with him for bailing on you and Steve the night before. 

“Good morning,” he said sleepily, sensing your presence as he focused on pouring his drink.

“Morning,” you answered quietly as you squeezed by his large body to grab a plum from the bowl on the other side of the counter. You bit into it as silence hung in the air.

Bucky finally cleared his throat. “How was the movie night?”

“Great,” you shortly declared as you reached to the top cupboard for a glass. Bucky’s eyes fell to your waist as your workout tank rose off your hips and your pale skin peeked out for a moment. You closed the cupboard with a slam and asked, “How was your night?”

“Fine,” he said, side stepping out of your way as you filled the glass with water.

“So you’ll be moving on rather quickly then.”

He sputtered and coughed as he choked on his sip of coffee. “What?”

“If your night was only fine, I’m sure you dumped her this morning and you’ll be moving on to someone new tonight, right?” you spat before taking a sip of your water, grabbing a napkin for your plum and heading out of the kitchen. 

“Hey! You can’t just say something like that and then walk away,” he said, grabbing your elbow and spinning you around.

“Well, it’s true, isn’t it?”

“That-that’s none of your business,” he stammered. When you scoffed, it sent him over the edge. “Is this all because I missed your stupid movie night?” he shouted.

“Well, that was quite the cherry on top, Buck! Since when are your hookups more important than me and Steve?”

“They’re not just hookups, (Y/N)! What kind of a guy do you think I am?” He yelled, ripping his fingers through his long hair.

“I don’t even know anymore! All the sudden you’re going through girls faster than you go through freaking underwear! What the hell happened to you? What are you trying to make up for?”

He pressed his lips together and refused to answer you. You shook your head and put your glass and plum down on the counter with a bang and stalked out of the room. 

“(Y/N)!” he called after you.

You spun around in the doorway. “What, Buck? What do you want?”

“I wanna be yours.” It was soft like a prayer, but you were sure you heard it. 

His words pulled at you, made your hands fall to your sides from their strong position on your hips, your jaw relaxed from its clenched position, the air pulled right from your lungs. But your heart soared as he continued.

“I really care about you, (Y/N). I try to be everything that you need- I try to give you everything you deserve, but I know I’m-Jesus you’re way out of my league and I know that, but I just- I don’t know.” The words flew out of his mouth like they were on fire. When he ran out of steam he sighed and stared at his bare feet on the kitchen floor.

“Bucky-” you started but he interrupted you.

“Ju-just forget it, okay?” He mumbled like a kicked puppy. With his head down, he crossed in front of you and got out of the kitchen as fast as he could before you could stop him.

The next day you laid out on your bed waiting for the sign from F.R.I.D.A.Y., but it never came. 

Later that night you asked her, “F.R.I.D.A.Y., do you remember the plan?”

“Yes, Miss (Y/L/N). But Mr. Barnes hasn’t left his room today.”

“He hasn’t?” you knew an AI couldn’t lie, but you were amazed at her answer. Maybe something else was bothering him or he was busy with paperwork from missions, he always let that stiff pile up. Surely he wasn’t that upset about what happened between you two in the kitchen yesterday.

You waited for her signal for hours before you finally let yourself fall asleep. He would have to come out sometime, you thought.

F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice startled you when she woke you up in the middle of the night. “Miss (Y/L/N), Mr. Barnes is in the kitchen.”

You rolled over and sat up too quickly, your head reeling from your sudden movement. You grumbled, “What time is it?” and though you weren’t really expecting an answer, the AI announced that it was 3AM. 

Throwing a sweatshirt over your head you asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to follow through with her part of the plan. “This better freaking work,” you mumbled in a sleepy fog.

The elevator doors opened and butterflies flooded your stomach when you heard the slow guitar strums coming from the speakers in the kitchen. You sneaked down the hall and peeked your head around the door frame and you couldn’t help but giggle at what you saw. 

Bucky was frantically running around the joined kitchen and living room, pressing just about every button on every remote to try and turn the loud music off.  

You swallowed your fear and a little bit of your pride and stepped into the dim light in front of the refrigerator.  You took a deep breath and started to sing softly to the song and you ignored the heat running through your system when Bucky froze in his pace and stared at you.

“I wanna be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust. I wanna be your Ford Cortina. I will never rust. If you like-”

Your soft singing was cut off by Bucky’s chuckles. “You wanna be my what? My vacuum cleaner?”

“God, Bucky, shut up! Listen!” you shouted, holding a finger up to the speaker as the song rolled on and the most important lyrics were about to be sung. You let the record sing for you because your voice was stolen by your nerves. 

“You call the shots, babe. I just wanna be yours. Secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought.” 

Bucky’s smirk fell as he listened to the lyrics booming from the speakers. When he practically ran toward you, you involuntarily took a step back and ran into the cabinets. 

“Maybe I just wanna be yours, I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours,” it sang.

As the music swelled Bucky’s hands cupped your jaw and pulled your lips to his. You fervently kissed him back and when he was sure you weren’t going to run away, his hands fell to your waist and his arms wrapped tightly around your body, pulling you closer to him. 

The four words repeated over and over as he wrapped himself around you and you hid from the world in his long, thick limbs. Every breath was in sync as you ran your fingers through his hair and he fisted the back of your sweatshirt in his rough hands. 

The song ended seemingly as soon as it began and you pulled away from Bucky, his face still only inches from yours. 

“So, you had to wake the whole team up just so you could tell me you liked me back?” He said with a smirk.

“That’s your fault for eating dinner at three in the morning.”

“I was hungry,” he said, playfully pinching the skin on your back. “And where the heck did you find this song?”

“Youtube,” you said, as if it was obvious. “Do you get it? The song’s called I Wanna Be Yours and that’s what you said to me? Do you get it? I spent a lot of time on this, Buck, please acknowledge-” 

“Yes, I get it,” he groaned before stopping your sarcastic rambling with another kiss. You laughed against his lips and thanked Youtube for introducing you to the Arctic Monkeys. 



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me: man i have so many tv shows to watch rn so idk where should i start?

also me: *rewatches Mr. Robot (2015-) for the sixth (6) time*

Riverdale: Actually a satirical way of inverting cliche?

So this is something I’ve been thinking about for a while, but it was also something where I was always thinking something is missing. There’s a crucial element to this puzzle that I am just not seeing. What is it?

I have watched and rewatched Riverdale SO many times now. I’ve watched all the interviews with the writers and the actors, but most IMPORTANTLY the writers. Listened through the podcasts with the writers. Written out scenes long hand to try and put myself in the minds of these characters and as a writer myself, try to figure out where they are coming from. Why are the writers making THESE choices for these particular characters instead of THESE choices, and so on. 

First off, I will note that I did not grow up with the comics. I literally knew nothing about Archie except it was comic about two girls fighting over a dude. That’s it. I almost didn’t watch the show, but my two best friends got me into it. (Drawing me in with Cole Sprouse). I admit, I stuck around because I was a fan of Cole as well as Jughead and his storyline. I was also a huge fan of Cheryl. I also admit, that I do not care for the murder mystery and I do not care for high school drama. But there was always just SOMETHING about this show that had me hooked, ya know?

Maybe it was the shipping possibilities. There are just MILLIONS to choose from. My friends are hardcore Beronica/Cheronica/Let all the ladies be lesbian fans. I am too, for the most part. But the couple that stood out in my mind was Jarchie, by far. And yes, I will admit, it was a little bit because of how biased towards Cole I am. The reason they stood out was because of their intense chemistry, beyond that of any other ship on the show. This was what kept me coming back.

But there was something that was always just…off…about this show to me. I’ve been mulling it over so much in my head. Why is that the writers write such cliche dialogue? Why is that they make some characters so stereotypical and completely erase certain aspects of others? I’ve done a lot of research into the original comics since then. Studied what the original characters were like and their relationships and such. I can understand why people are so upset with how the characters have been changed in the show. The only one that I truly felt was unnecessary was the erasure of Jughead’s asexuality (and even still I believe they haven’t COMPLETELY thrown it out yet). To be honest, I chalked it up to poor writing. I chalked it up to “this is a tiny first season and they’ve barely been able to scratch what they want to do”. And the latter is still partially true. But there’s something else I’ve stumbled upon. Every choice they’ve made, I think, is done for a purpose.

As we know (although not all of us do), RAS wrote a play a while back that feature Archie coming out as gay. The play was based on Archie growing up, coming out as gay and facing severe censorship because of it. The play was shut down because the owners of the Archie brand believed that portraying Archie as gay “tarnished” the perfect All-American Boy image Archie had. The play was days before opening, and when it, too, was censored. We also know that RAS is chief creative director of the comics, and the showrunner of Riverdale. He wrote the pilot, pitched it, signed it, everything that gets written is filtered through him and serves to promote HIS vision of the Archie comics. And HIS vision of Archie HAS INCLUDED ARCHIE BEING GAY. Remember this, but it’s important to a later part of this post. 

For now, though, the things that have rubbed me the worst way about the show have been several things. Namely, cliche dialogue, underdeveloped storylines, archetypal/stereotypical characters, queerbaiting and instalove ships. 

Someone who has a lot of interest in the writing of the show is Cole. He’s always the one who seems to know the most (of what little the cast can/do know) about the direction of the writing and the characters. He always has eloquent and poignant things to say about the show, and one thing he said in particular about the show’s execution of American Tropes stood out to me:

“I think this aspect of our show is actually its strongest. Archie comics arose out of the same “golden age America” that many current audience members wrestle with politically. I also don’t think it’s coincidental that we use the image that Trump’s entire campaign harkened back to, the time in America that was actually much darker than the biased care to admit. We pollute that image slowly but surely to make it more sensational and engaging. We use those feelings and settings, heavily, poke fun at them, find their stereotypes, exploit them, utilize them to paint a pretty nostalgia. The success of season one has allowed us to turn up the volume on that area of our show. All of the characters are a constant dialogue between actor and creative team. Thankfully the characters are much more flushed out this season, and so we can enter into scenes with much more confidence on how they would interact with their worlds. It’s also important to remember that each one of our characters is an archetype or trope. These character tropes are well understood parts of the entertainment industry, and Riverdale pokes fun at them often. Archie comics is also, in no small part, responsible for the creation of these now well understood drama stereotypes, so we are consistently juggling that as well.“

Then it hit me. This show, in it’s entirety, is basically a giant satirical piece that is purposely making fun of itself. It’s taking the cliche tropes and building them up in the beginning to set up their inevitable downfall. We’ve already seen it in some of the initial aspects of the show (Dark Betty, The Blossoms, etc) and throughout Season 1. But now with season 2, we can look forward to even more inverting of those things that just seem to irk us so much. And I think that’s what I’ve been chewing on this whole time. The thing that didn’t sit well with me was that I didn’t know WHY the writers were making conscious choices do these things (like Veronica and Kevin and Jughead saying some of THE MOST cliche/cringe lines I’ve ever heard in my life), but now that I’ve come to the conclusion that it is partly based on satire, it’s all come together in my head. I will try to break down some of them right now. Starting with The Classic Love Triangle.

We know, since RAS has stated it numerous times, that the shift from a Veronica/Archie/Betty love triangle to a Jughead/Betty/Archie love triangle was something he wanted to do since the beginning. Many people took this as a sign that Betty/Jughead was meant to become the end all couple of the entire show. Simply because they got together first. RAS’s stated that he wanted to do this because he wanted Archie’s two best friends who quote “we’re only connected because of their mutual friendship with Archie” to get together, leaving Archie as a third man out. Archie had no feelings for Betty before, so why would he suddenly now? This has led me to think about the new factor in this love triangle. Jughead. 

Jughead is the new addition. The only one whose never been part of the triangle before. Something that has always IRKED me to hell and back about “love triangles” is that they’re never actually TRIANGLES. They’re V’s. Meaning 2 separate people are fighting over 1 other person. That means there are only TWO romantic lines in involved here. Usually the 2 who want the 1, are forcibly platonic, whether it be because of being related or just being friends. There is NEVER a romantic line between the third “pair” of the “triangle”. Without that, you don’t have a love triangle, you have a love V. Since I was very young, I always thought thought this about love triangles. That, and, WHY DON’T THEY JUST ALL GET TOGETHER?? (OT3′s rule!)

Taking the knowledge of the writers building the cliche in order to tear it apart, we can assume that there is something about this new “triangle” that were not seeing (or willfully collectively ignoring). RAS has written Archie as gay before. That was his vision. Not only would making Archie (at least partially) attracted to men invert the stereotypical cliche of “The Loveable Jock Who Gets With All The Girls”, but making the love triangle (eventually) shift to focus on Jughead/Archie ROMANTICALLY would COMPLETELY subvert the trope of the two who were supposed to be “platonic best bros fighting over their fave girl”. It would also tackle that theme of CENSORSHIP of gay people that RAS wanted to focus on in his initial play. What’s the #1 way of censoring a gay person? Making them look hetereo (ie. B//ghead with Jughead’s aceness/homoromanticness and Archie with all the girls). (And then make Betty and Veronica get together because that would ALSO be a complete inversion of the cliche that was them fighting over Archie in the comics.)

Another reason why I think this is because Betty and Jughead are a CLASSIC interpretation of Instalove. They had no build-up whatsoever, and their relationship is chock full of insecurities and problems that they just can’t see eye to eye with. She’s the classic “Perfect Girl Next Door” and he’s the “Loner Emo Weirdo”. Their relationship is THE MOST cliche version of a relationship in storytelling history. This is made even more prominent by the constant reiteration and comparison of B//ghead to Romeo and Juliet. Romeo and Juliet WERE NOT A GOOD COUPLE PEOPLE. THAT STORY WAS THE EPITOME OF INSTALOVE TURNED TRAGEDY. Instalove is NOT real love. Plain and simple. And now? Betty’s on the North side and Jughead’s on the south. What does that remind you of? Only every star-crossed lovers story ever. Giving them this relationship right off the bat gives them a chance to eventually grow out of it. Allowing Betty to come into her own and deal with her mental issues is an inversion of the Perfect Girl-Next-Door cliche, and allowing Jughead to address his family issues, accept who he is and learn how to become a part of a collective will invert the stereotype his character is based on as well. All of this just points straight to the fact that this couple is not gonna last. That I am fairly certain of. 

There are so many other tropes that will possibly get shifted and there are aspects we already KNOW are gonna be shifted. It’s been confirmed we are delving deeper into Kevin as a character, which could very likely lead to a less “stereotypical 2D” version of Kevin’s character. The whole premise of season 2 is shifting with Archie’s emotional state. Season 1 was light because we were looking at it through the lense of a naive Archie. Problems with girls, school, football and music. What more could be Classically American than that? Now, we know Archie is going to go through a SHIT TON of emotional/psychological changes, and that changes the whole tone of the show. Why not (eventually) throw in a sexuality crisis! We are going to get to know the serpents as new characters. We’re finally going to HUMANIZE the “southside gang” that’s been demonized the ENTIRE first season. Jughead is going to grow close to Bisexual Icon Toni Topaz and boy oh boy do I hope we get some good old fashion Identity Discovery up in their friendship. 

There’s so much already set up in the first season, that makes many of us think “ugh, cliche, boring, been there done that” that was then inverted by the finale, and now is the chance for Riverdale to really shine by turning the rest of what it’s already set up on it’s head. (Also, I want to point out that this doesn’t all need to happen by the end of season 2. If they have multiple seasons after this then I am perfectly okay with elongating this process. Slowly but surely wins the race). I think it’s already done so well already, and I think if this show is really given an opportunity to flush out everything the way the writers want to, then this show really has some potential to be great. 

Good to be bad (part 3)

Disclaimer: I do not own descendants just this story

Pairing: Harry Hook x reader

~~~~~~~~~a week later~~~~~~~~~

I push aside the doors entering Ursula’s Fish and Chips, the only place with decent food on the Isle. Using my pixie dust I create a few dollars and then order my food. A few moments later a plate is set down in front of my face.

“ ‘Ere ya go princess,” Harry says.

“For the hundredth time I’m not a princess,” I reply.

“Maybe not, but your mine,” he says winking.

“You wish, Hook,” I retort.

“Come on, love. One date, ya know yoou want to,” he purrs stroking my face with his hook.

“I can’t be charmed so easily Hook.”

“At least tell me your name love. Ya been here a week and yoou still haven’t shared”

“You’ll have to earn that luxury,” I state. I put down the money to pay for my food. “Ya know what Hook,” I start, “Find me before the sun sets, if you do we’ll go on that date and maybe just maybe I’ll tell you my name, love.” I wink and walk out, this is gonna be fun.


He found me. So I kept my word. It was a perfect date. Stargazing at a gorgeous sky with a gorgeous guy. Unfortunately all good things must come to an end, and so did our date.

Walking back to Ursula’s Fish and Chips hand in hand, I rested my head on his shoulder. Sitting down at a table we continued to talk making the most of our time together before we were interrupted.

“Harry!” Uma yells, “Close up the shop, I need to talk to your little friend.” Harry did as he was told and Uma made her way over to me. “So you’re the little princess that has captivated my first mate’s attention.”

“I’m no princess, what do you want,” I reply coldly.

“Chilling. I’ve been watching you. You aren’t from around here, but that doesn’t matter. You know how to fight, steal, and implant fear around the Isle. Join my crew.”

“I’m disinclined to acquiesce to your offer. I’m a one woman show,” I retort.

“It wasn’t an option, it’s a request.”


“Very good. Harry will help you get settled,” She smirks, “Harry! Once your finished show our new recruit her new quarters on the ship.”

“Aye Captain,” Harry calls out. Uma leaves, and I wait for Harry to finish his job. “Ready love?” He asks.

“Ready Hook.”

We reach the lost revenge and Harry opens to door to a cabin, revealing only one bed.

“Um, Hook where do I sleep?”


“Okay. Where do you sleep?”



“Do you not have a room?”

“This is my cabin. You can have the bed.”

“I’m not gonna take your bed from you, I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“That’s no place for yoou princess. We’ll share.”

“Okay. Where can I change.”

“Here, I’ll turn around. I need to change anyway.”

He turns around finding his own clothes in the drawers of the dresser. I pull my pj’s out of my backpack and sneak a peak only to see the back of Harry’s bare chest. I quickly look away. I feel my face heat up. I pull off my shirt and begin changing, feeling a pair of eyes lingering.

“You gonna be a gentleman or do I have to ask, Hook?” Smirking as I feel his gaze ripped away from my back. “That’s what I thought.”

I finish changing and turn around to see Harry already laying on the bed. Climbing in I stay as close to the edge as possible looking towards the wall.

“Goodnight love.”

“Pan. My name is (y/n) Pan.” closing my eyes I drift off into a peaceful slumber.

Harry’s pov

Pan?! I only know one person with that last name and it’s my father’s sworn enemy. She couldn’t be.. could she. It all makes sense.

I wait until she is completely asleep before getting up kissing her forehead lightly. Uma had asked me to run some more errands and now that she is asleep I finally have the chance. I just hope she doesn’t hate me when she finds out what I’m going to do.


(y/n) pov

I wake up to see Harry no longer beside me. Where is he? Slowly I get out of bed and get dressed when suddenly I hear loud chanting above me. I race to the top deck to see the crew gathered with Mal, Lonnie and the other VK’s on the dock. I catch Harry’s eyes… is, is that Ben tied up next to him? What is he doing here? What is he doing on the plank?

“Harry?” I yell, “What’s going on?”

“Go back inside!” He responds.

“(Y/N)?! (Y/N)!!!!!!! It’s really you! Don’t worry I’m going to get you out of there!” I hear a familiar voice yell… Jay…


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anonymous asked:

i've seen your tags and im confused i know colin is a handsome man but it's so much more than that! why do you hate hook when he's around women?

ya know there r thousands of metas and posts abt how gross this character is so me repeating that would be kinda meh (plus i’ve already talked abt it many times before), but listen i can actually show u something that will def blow ur mind,

u say that colin’s face doesn’t help his character, well i say bullshit

now imagine w me this once upon a time

( those r actual quotes said by ouat!hook)

i mean this surely makes u think w ur mind not w ur pants,

Jealous Girl
Lana Del Rey
Jealous Girl

You say you want your own life well I do, too
You wanna’ lead me all night well I’ll show you
C'mon girls march it out show him what you’re all about it

Whoopin’ the house down, show him who’s the leader
Bring ya’ baby down, down
Go cheerleader

Baby, I’m a gangsta too and it takes two to tango
You don’t wanna’ dance with me, dance with me
Honey, I’m in love with you if you don’t feel the same,
Boy, you don’t wanna’ mess with me, mess with me

I’m a jealous, jealous, jealous girl
If I can’t have you baby, if I can’t have you baby
Jealous, jealous, jealous girl
If I can’t have you baby, no one else in this world can

You say you got your own life; good for you
You got more important things to do
C'mon girls, say it loud, tell him that it’s over now

You’re not off the hook, ya’ deceiver
I know whatcha’ done done, sing cheerleaders

Baby, I’m a gangsta too and it takes two to tango
You don’t wanna’ dance with me, dance with me
Honey, I’m in love with you
If you don’t feel the same,
Boy, you don’t wanna’ mess with me, mess with me

(Why ‘cause I’m a)
I’m a jealous, jealous, jealous girl
If I can’t have you baby, if I can’t have you baby
Jealous, jealous, jealous girl
If I can’t have you baby, no one else in this world can


Whoopin’ the house down, show him who’s the leader
Bring ya’ baby down, down
Go cheerleader

Think you should be my man
No one’s better than I am
C'mon give it to me, bam
If I can’t have you baby, no one else in this world can

Baby, I’m a gangsta too and it takes two to tango
You don’t wanna’ dance with me, dance with me
Honey, I’m in love with you
If you don’t feel the same,
boy, you don’t wanna’ mess with me, mess with me

Why 'cause I’m a
I’m a jealous, jealous, jealous girl
If I can’t have you baby, if I can’t have you baby
Jealous, jealous, jealous girl
If I can’t have you baby, no one else in this world can

Jealous, jealous, jealous girl
If I can’t have you baby, if I can’t have you baby
Jealous, jealous, jealous girl
If I can’t have you baby, no one else in this world can.

Kyle: Well Stan is my super best friend so there’s lots of things I like about him. But if I have to pick one thing it would probably be…he’s always there for me I guess, I mean Kenny can be supportive. And Cartman is……Cartman. So Stan is my one friend I can usually rely on.

Kyle: Kenny is… well I worry about him sometimes. But what’s great about him is that even when really shitty stuff happens to him he almost always bounces back. He has a terrible home life, but always puts on a smile for us. Which in my book is really awesome. Maybe not so much for him but there isn’t much I can do about it.

There are a lot of things I feel about Cartman. I think he’s a fat, short, asshole who doesn’t know how to mind his own business. He’s always ruining shit and getting in the way of of everything. If something bad happens it’s usually because of something this dumbass did. But I figure you weirdos won’t leave me alone until I say something positive about him..So I guess he has nice hair. Are you happy now?

Stalker: Harry x Reader Part Two

A/N: I’m sorry if this really badly written I’m on a train!

Laughing and giggling all the way home, you finally arrived outside your house and pulled Harry to a halt.

“Well this is me” you sighed slightly at the thought of your fun ending, “Thanks for getting me home safe.”

He walked closer to you and smiled, “no problem princess.” He said gazing up at your house. You raised yourself on your tip toes and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, almost certain they had turned a crimson red, although the moon as your only light was not enough to be sure.

Your jaw dropped as he simply released your hands and walked away whistling, leaving you stood in awe outside your door.


A month. You hadn’t seen Harry in a month, since the night he left you after saving you. You looked for him wherever you went, praying he would turn up and you would get to see those beautiful blue eyes again. But not once did he appear, not even for a second, not even for a short glance.

You knew where you would have to go to find him, but the thought made your stomach twist and turn. Uma’s fish and chip shop. Not many people dared set foot inside, not unless they were certain they were welcome, and given your old friendship with Mal, you highly doubted it.

Standing outside staring at the door, you gulped the alcohol in your hand and gained all the courage you could muster.

Stumbling inside you glanced around as the room fell silent, “Where is Harry?” You asked loudly and confidently.

Uma appeared and approached you angrily, “I don’t know who you think you are why do you think you can just storm in here and start asking questions?” She spoke shoving you slightly. “I’ll have you killed if you don’t fuck off.”

“It’s okay Uma, leave her be.” Harry’s voice cracked through the room and you both turned to face him. He stalked towards you grabbing your arm and pulling you out the door, “come on y/n!”

Standing outside he stared down at you, a hint of anger in his eyes. “What the bloody hell are ya playin’ at? Do ya have a death wish love?”

You began to tear up slightly, “I, I just wanted to see you again, after that night you just left.” Your eyes fell to the ground as you spoke.

Harry’s hook lifted your chin gently, “ya know why y/n, ya know we can’t be together, it’s too dangerous for the both of us.” He placed a gentle and tender kiss on your lips, sadness in his eyes, but you knew he was right.

“I’m so sorry lass.” He said before re entering the shop, once again leaving you stood in awe.

Peter Pan Imagine - Stolen

Imagine: you’re Captain Hook’s daughter, yet Hook kept it a secret from Pan because, ya know, it would be pretty dumb if he didn’t. Pan wants information on Baelfire, and in this alternate reality version, Baelfire was never captured by the Lost Boys and thus he was never taken to Neverland. Instead, he spent a few months on the Jolly Roger in which you two became really close, before he left. This Imagine takes place about a month later. Pan wants information on Baelfire and he kidnaps you to get it.

- Warnings: suggestive sexual hints, (very light) violence, cursing

- Fandom: Once Upon A Time

- Length: Very long

Also, I was inspired to write this Imagine by another one that I read by “peter-panouat-imagines”. There are some similarities, but for the most part, this is my own.

I paced anxiously below deck in the Captain’s Quarters, listening to the commotion up above. Our ship, the Jolly Roger, has been invaded and my father, the infamous Captain Hook, ordered me to stay in his cabin where it was safe and to not come out until he came down to get me.

I couldn’t understand why. Usually (though it was a rare occurrence) when a skirmish broke out with other pirates I’d been allowed to fight with everyone else, and to be honest I quite enjoyed it—we always won, anyways. Killian had taught me to sword fight at a young age and I was good at it. I also had a dagger that he’d given me that I was skilled in using. I was a talented fighter to say the least, and I had never missed out on a brawl ever since I was old enough to defend myself. So why now would Killian tell me stay hidden? Who was really so dangerous he feared for my safety?

I clenched and unclenched my fists. I should be out there helping! I wasn’t a little girl anymore. I was capable of defending myself. I unsheathed my sword and swung it around a few times. Two minutes passed—and when you’re anxiously waiting in suspense, two minutes is a long time. Still the fighting above did not lessen. I heard thuds and shouts and grunts of pain, muffled through the layers of wood that divided us. I really wanted to go up there, but I also never disobeyed my father’s orders. Afterall, he always knows what’s best for me. I lashed my sword some more, going over a few of the moves Killian had taught me.

Then suddenly, the noises ceased, so I did too, and I listened. Minutes ticked by. Surely the fighting had stopped; why hadn’t Killian come to fetch me yet? Maybe something bad had happened. I couldn’t wait any longer. With my sword in my hands, I unlocked the cabin door, quickly but quietly went up the stairs, then pressed my body against the door that opened to the deck. I heard someone talking—a voice I did not recognize, though I couldn’t make out any words. Something wasn’t right here.

Taking a deep breath and ignoring my pounding heart, I stuck the keys into the latch. Click. I flung open the door.

What I saw made my blood run cold. Across the deck Killian was tightly tied to a mast in rope, a cut on his forehead dripping blood. How someone managed to tie him up like that, I don’t know. Must’ve been someone with great power and magic, that’s for sure. Pure hatred smoldered in his eyes; he was glaring at a boy who stood in front of him in dark, leafy clothes, a smugly devilish look plastered over his unscathed face. The entire crew was frozen as if time had stopped, still holding their swords as if they were in the middle of slashing someone. I knew right away they had been immobilized by magic. Several people in ragged clothes, their features hidden by cloaks, walked around them, yielding all sorts of weapons such as knives or bows or spears. And as soon as the door opened, they all whipped around to stare at me in startlement, and I realized with a jolt of shock they were teenagers. Teenagers! What the bloody hell?

All this took only a split second to take in. “Killian!” I screamed. Not even thinking, I yanked my dagger out of its sheath and sprinted forward at full speed toward my father. Several of the boys lunged for me but I somehow managed to dodge past them all I was running so fast. I skidded to a halt on my knees in front of my father, dropping my sword, and started to cut at his ropes desperately with my dagger.

“Bloody hell, (y/n)!” Killian exclaimed in a hoarse but deep voice. “I told you to stay hidden!”

I opened my mouth to reply but didn’t get the chance too because I was suddenly yanked into the air by an unseen force. Panic surged through me before I landed on my back; the impact knocked the breath out of me, sent pain shooting across my body, and made by dagger fly out of my grasp. I didn’t take the time to dwell and catch my breath; I immediately scrambled to my feet, looking around wildly for my dagger. But before I could do anything the boys’ leader had the tip of my own sword pressed under my chin. I froze, staring at him in malice.

“Step away from her, Pan!” Killian snarled.

Pan? As in Peter Pan? I’d been told stories of the demon boy. No wonder I was ordered to stay out of the fight—Pan and his Lost Boys fought with their weapons dipped in dreamshade, a deadly poison. They were vicious and ruthless, especially their leader. And now here I was, at his mercy.

“You never told me you had a young girl as part of your crew, Captain,” Pan chided. “And a rather fetching one at that,” he added, looking me up and down.

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I figured at some point Luke would actually make the friendship bracelets instead of just extending them metaphorically.

whispers sorry for the bad quality i rly miss having a scanner

~jealous dex~

i have this idea that one time at a kegster, before they get together, dex sees nursey talking a redheaded girl from one of his classes, and like gets so jealous he literally walks up and takes nursey by the hand and pulls him out of the Haus in the middle of their conversation

and nursey is like, “ dude, what the hell?? that was so rude, we were talking about our poetry assignment”

and dex just sort of gently pushes him up against the side of the Haus and kisses him and they kiss and kiss and dex didnt even know he liked derek like that

they obviously arent dating, but dex is nursey’s only redhead, ya know?

like nursey’s hooked up with brunettes before and kind of dated this blond guy from the water polo team freshman year (who, by the way, is still trying to get back together with nursey) but dex is his redhead and it’s gonna stay that way

and anyway, they hook up and dex wakes up with an armful of Derek Malik Nurse and a hangover the size of Canada and he just Does Not have it in him to have a conversation where he shares his newfound feelings and gets turned down

so he gently untangles himself from Nursey and slips into his clothes from last night. there’s a text on his phone from bitty that just says breakfast? from ten minutes ago and dex could actually really go for some Bitty Advice™ so he texts back fifteen minutes? because he’s not showing up in last night’s clothes thank you v much

and he tries to sneak out and he thinks he’s in the clear when he reaches the door but then he hears the bed shift and Nursey’s says “still haven’t found your chill yet?” 

ghost au

after everyone dies ending

in which sam gets her organs ripped out, mike burns to death, emily gets her eyes gouged, matt gets impaled on a hook, ashley checks the noise, chris finds her beanie and they both get decapitated, jessica gets her jaw ripped off, and josh has his head crushed 

they’re all ghosts wandering round blackwood mountain, mainly sticking together because as much as there’s tension between them all they dont want to be alone because theres no way in hell these kids were at peace when they died so obviously they’re gonna stick around until they can come to terms with what happened and move past it

where emily cant see and gets frustrated when matt has to guide her around because she feels so helpless

where jessica constantly hides in corners because she remembers when they all first saw her after dying and how they cringed away from the grizzly display that was now her face and she can no longer talk so sam starts to teach her sign language because she took a course in it and now it was finally coming in useful but shes the only one that can translate for her so jessica mainly sticks with her and mike

where ashley and chris’ heads float an inch above their necks and they try and make the most out of it by chris constantly making head puns and chris tried once to juggle them but ended up poking himself in the eye, and the two of them switching heads to cheer the others up

where mike jokes that he’s extra crispy and extra tasty to jessica who smiles with her eyes and makes a noise akin to a laugh that just sounds like gurgling

where even though josh has no head whatsoever he can still hear and see them and just talks with his hands which they find both amusing and disturbing

where one day chris sees jessica off in her corner again and tries to cheer her up by floating his head across in front of her and saying “now i may be in over my head here… but you look like you could use some cheering up” and makes her feel better with bad jokes and ending it with “now you just gotta keep your chin up… in the metaphorical sense” and jessica smiles with her eyes again and awkwardly hugs chris because they weren’t really that good friends before but she appreciates it

where they all turn to joking about what happened to them to move on:

“em, you know im hooked on you”

“whats the matter, sam? ya got no guts??”

“mike, jessica says the you really light her fire

“come on, chris, dont lose your head

“fuck it… you know im blind without you guys”

and none of them expect emily to join in but hey, death can do weird things to people