town with no cheer

copperghosts  asked:

what was the "short" even about omg

–Spoilers for the frozen short, if any of you are worried– 

It was about “their first christmas as a reunited family” so they are setting up this whole big party for the town and everyone in the town is like “well it was fun to ring the bell for holiday cheer and all that but for some reason we can’t stick around to eat a bunch of awesome food in the castle because we have OUR OWN traditions to get to - bye!” 

so ana and elsa are like ‘weh no one wants to come to our party. And … whats his name. The dude with the elk. is like “hey i have a tradition to do with trolls” and sings a dumb song but they are still like “WEH WE DONT HAVE ANY TRADITIONS OF OUR OWN!!” 

so Olaf is like “well ima go find some for you, brb” and he goes from door to door asking everyone what their traditions are. He takes bits and pieces of them and puts them in this sled. Then he goes home like “boy howdy I sure did get a lot of traditions! Including this fruit cake! which we are going to try to make a joke at least 10 times! because fruit cake is hilarious??? thats what is in these days right?? fruit cake jokes?” 

But then the sleigh LITERALLY catches on fire because of one of the things he had in the sleigh was a freaking ACTIVE sauna with hot coals in it. And it crashes and burns at the bottom of a canyon. And they have to do this whole freaking search party thing to figure out where Olaf went.

They find him and he’s like “weh i didn’t find a tradtion” 

and they are like “BUT OLAF…. YOU WERE OUR TRADITION ALL ALONG” (literally) 

and then they are all happy and there is another fruit cake joke. There was like… 10 songs. 

The ultimate packing list if you are going to study abroad this year

For many of us, the new school year/semester is coming very fast and very soon. For some of us, a new education year is nothing special - you just have to set the alarm clock back into ‘I have got to get up early’ mode and go to school, college, university or however you want to call it.

However, for some of us starting a new year means more. It is related to moving out of home sometimes into a new city or even into a new country. This is related to getting familiar in a new surrounding and starting a new life where you don’t know where to find the best coffee in town, how to ride the bus or how to speak the language (cheers to all langblrs out there ;) ).

For all of you who belong to the second type of people, I dedicate today’s post. Organizing all the things that are related to such a move and saying goodbye to all your loved ones needs enough energy. You should not spend your time thinking about all the items that you need to pack for the big journey. And for this reason, I provide you with the ultimate packing list if you are going to study abroad this year. If you’re missing something that you would never leave at home reblog this post and add your most important travel gadget/item!

With that being said, travel safely and pack wisely ;)

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -


  • Bath towels
  • Brush
  • Face wash
  • First-aid kit
  • Flip-flops (in case you have to share your bathroom)
  • Floss
  • Hair straightener (no hairdryer, buy it at your destination)
  • Hand towels
  • Makeup (eyeliner, mascara, foundation, blush etc.)
  • Makeup remover
  • Nail products (nail polish, clippers, file)
  • Patches
  • Pain medication
  • Razor
  • Thermometer
  • Toothbrush
  • Toothpaste
  • Travel-sized shampoo, lotion, deodorant)


  • Alarm clock
  • Blanket
  • Decoration (e.g. pictures of your friends and family)
  • Earplugs
  • Favorite pillow
  • Mattress pad
  • Pillowcases
  • Sleeping mask


  • All of your chargers
  • Batteries
  • Calculator
  • Extension leads
  • Headphones
  • Laptop
  • Smartphone
  • USB stick

Kitchen (buy this stuff at your destination)

  • Favorite candy from home
  • Kitchen scale


  • Bujo or a traveller’s journal
  • Driver’s licence
  • Extra bags
  • Financial aid information
  • Important addresses
  • Luggage tags with your contact details
  • Medical insurance card
  • Passport
  • Passport photos
  • Travel details & confirmation
  • Travel tickets
  • Visa
  • Water bottle
  • Wallet (Cash, coins and credit card)


  • Coat
  • Gloves
  • Hat
  • Jacket
  • Scarf
  • Sunglasses
  • Sun protection
  • Umbrella
  • Water-resistant boots
  • Water-resistant jacket


  • Accessories (few, please!)
  • Bottoms
  • Blazer
  • Dress
  • Hoodie
  • Jeans
  • Pajamas
  • Shoes
  • Skirt
  • Socks
  • Sportswear and athletic shoes
  • Sweaters
  • Sweat pants
  • Tops
  • Undergarments

Extra tips

  • Before you overload all of your bags contact your university and try to find out which of the items they will provide. Perhaps there is something like a starter kit they offer so you do not have to carry bulky bed or kitchen items with you.
  • Take only your favorite clothes with you. But there is this fancy dress that you own that one day could look so cool? Leave it at home. You won’t wear it. Period.
  • Don’t take things with you that can be easily bought after your arrival. This includes hair dryers, kettles, flat irons, big bags, stationery, kitchen items etc.
  • In case you want to travel with additional luggage ask your airline before your departure date regarding their conditions. There are airlines that offer an online check-in for your additional luggage or a pre registration. If you take advantage of such offers you can save a few coins.
  • Don’t forget to make a (digital) copy of your most important documents and cards!
Ruining an Entire Arc

(Context: my friend is a pretty new dm and just sent my two person party to a new location where something is putting a serious negative energy out) 

DM: Okay so the town is pretty dreary but there’s a very cheerful sign with colorful letters and a big blue gem-

Me (just trying to be a dick): I steal the gem and punt it off the cliff

DM: N-no, what? You know what, roll

Me: *rolls a nat 20*

DM: Suddenly everything is fine in the town and-, I was really proud of this puzzle and now it’s over because you kicked this ancient magic item off a cliff

(Cue vicious cruel laugh from me and the other player)

Merle’s wedding, like his marriage, was completely out of his control.

The ceremony was long and dull; the preacher read off prayers to Pan with complete precision and no charisma, the cake was stale, and most of the reception was spent shaking the hands of relatives he would never see again (all Hecuba’s relatives of course, there was a distinct lack of family on Merle’s side). He kept his chin up and his charm on as much as he could and the only thing that kept him going was the feeling that Hecuba was just as uncomfortable as he was.

Lucretia learned about Merle’s wedding from the information gatherers she had started to hire to check on the boys every now and then.

She hoped that the partnership would bring him some sense of peace.

Magnus’ wedding took over the entirety of Raven’s Roost.

The streets were brimming with people celebrating their heroes uniting in matrimony as they had united the town. Everywhere was filled with music, cheers and laughter. There were lines stretching through all of the Craftman’s Corridor as people tried to catch as glimpse of the gazebo where the happy couple were wed. The bride wore a yellow sundress and the groom almost seemed to burst out of his suit. They say that neither of them stopped smiling the whole day.

Lucretia heard about Magnus’ wedding from the local gossips before her spies could report back to her. It seemed that whole region of the sword coast was talking about it.

It made her heart sing to hear about his happiness.

Taako’s wedding was very much Taako’s wedding.

Kravitz had had some hand in the process but as long as he was actually married by the end of the day, he was content with whatever Taako planned. It was an extravaganza of light and sound, and hundreds of acquaintances, well-wishers and fans were invited to bask in the glory of their union. When he was tired of the admiration, Taako grabbed his husband and the handful of people he actually cared about and whisked them away for a feast made with his own two hands. The night was spent drinking, dancing and rejoicing until the sun came up.

Lucretia was told about Taako’s wedding from the people who had been invited, in hushed tones and over the myriad of photographs that had been taken. She knew why she had not been asked to go.

It killed her regardless.

(thinking about how luce never got to go to any of her family’s weddings)


Minville 🌸🌿🍊

Hey guys I have to tell you all about this book I read. It’s called “Not Your Sidekick” by CB Lee! It’s about a Vietnamese-Chinese (nothing about the Chinese side in it) bisexual protagonist in a world where superheroes and villains are real. Jess lives in a small town of third rate villains and heroes. The story starts off in a light small town mood in a world where people cheer on their favorite heroes and curse their favorite villains. If you’re lucky, your parents have the gene for powers and you might inherit it. No such luck for Jess. Her role in a villain-hero world isn’t nonexistent though, because she ends up working an internship at a large tech corporation that sells products to every household in the country. There’s more to that than meets the eye.

There’s a happy ending, wlw romance plot, a black trans guy with a significant role in the story, and other gay characters populated throughout.

I was really surprised. I thought this would just be a casual light hearted read but I was totally gripped by the end as the hole of lies got deeper and deeper. I checked this out via my digital local library!

Mod W

I just want a sitcom where newlyweds Richie and Eddie move in next door to married couple Stan and Bill. The conflict can be that Richie decides to run against Stan for presidency of the Neighborhood Association (in which Stan has been president for 5 years now and their neighborhood crime rate has dropped 30% thank you very much) and general shenanigans of being neighbors. Imagine a town hall meeting debate of Stan v. Richie. Bill and Eddie both passionately cheer on their husbands. Everyone competitively made baked goods. Call it the Gay Agenda or whatever, just someone make it a real show t h a n k s

anonymous asked:

Hey tq! Just a quick question regarding monster town. Have the residents set up any rules,laws or regulations regarding magic? Cheers from finland btw.

Hi finland person~

They have the same laws they’ve always had regarding magic. That is, the same ones they had underground. More or less, it boils down to “Don’t use magic to do crimes.“ And the most dangerous spells are outlawed, and information regarding those spells and their execution isn’t freely available to the public. Records are still kept about them, however. That’s how Chara learned about Soul Fusion.


It’s Only Logical - Chapter 11

Previous Chapter

Pairings: Logicality/Prinxiety

Warnings: Swearing, Mention of past infidelity, kissing and such

Chapter Eleven: Unwelcome Returns

[Three Years Earlier]

Logan sighed as yet another person shook his hand, offering condolences. He was tired, tired of the pitying looks, tired of the false compassion, and most of all he was tired of the aching hole where his heart should have been. His mother, the one person who had truly understood him and loved him, was gone. He didn’t know how to deal with this, couldn’t even fathom how to begin. He would have given anything to have a shoulder to lean on, and one would think his boyfriend would provide such a thing, but Jason was nowhere to be seen.

Logan knew they’d been having…well…more problems than usual. There had been some bitter arguments lately, particularly the one about the swimming pool. Jason wanted one, but Logan had put his foot down and refused. It was a waste of money, he had no need for such a thing, and the house and grounds were his, as was the money that would be spent on it, and he had other plans for those funds. If Minny’s Garden was going to become what he wanted it to be, frivolities like that had to be cast aside. Jason had hired a contractor behind his back, and Logan had been furious. He’d stormed over to his backyard and flatly informed the man that if one person put a single shovel into his land, he’d call the police to scrape up what was left of them. With Jason he’d been even less patient, explaining that the house and the grounds belonged to him and any decisions made involving them were his. Jason had stormed off, but come slinking back later with a pot of violets and a meek apology, and Logan had taken him back, just like always.

When a wayward guest bumped into him, spilling a little wine on his tie, Logan had offered a polite smile and excused himself. Finally, an excuse to get away! He quietly slipped upstairs, heading to his bedroom, pulling off his tie as he went. He’d just barely cracked the door when he spotted the fire in the fireplace. It was down low, tossing hints of red and gold into the shadows. He heard them first, the quick breath, the low laughter, the rustle of clothing.

Then he saw them in the firelight, Jason, his boyfriend of two years, and the woman who was a guest in his home, supposedly here to mourn his mother’s passing. Embracing. No…more like grappling, hurrying to touch and taste each other. He could feel the excitement from them, the snap of the illicit thrill, and knew even in those few shocked seconds that this wasn’t the first time. Hardly the first time.

He stood, with the sounds of his mother’s mourners behind him, and absorbed the betrayal, and the greasy slide of humiliation underneath it. He quietly stepped back, leaving them there, his hands shaking. He stuffed the tie in his pocket, then turned and walked back to the stairs.

There was a part of him screaming at him to go back, to shout at them, to make a scene, but he somehow couldn’t muster the energy to even try. He was cold, numb, and this did nothing but detach him further from everything. If he’d learned anything over the last two years, it was that Jason Bryce lived on scenes, on drama and pain and emotions. Logan’s eyes went dark and cold as he stepped back out into the living room, filled with people, his face a mask of indifference. It would be a cold day in hell before he gave that bastard the satisfaction. Logan felt nothing, and he doubted he would ever feel anything ever again.

When Jason snuck back down, coming to him with sympathetic eyes but still smelling of the other woman’s perfume, he’d nearly gagged. When Jason had leaned in to kiss him, he’d subtly turned his face, so those traitorous lips could only brush his cheek. The woman he’d been with had quietly slunk out of the house, and Logan had let her go without incident, other than one pointed look that had her scurrying faster.

Once everyone was gone, and the house was quiet, only then did he allow himself to turn to Jason and let the façade drop. “I saw you, tonight. And her.” Jason froze, his eyes widening slightly before he started to open his mouth.

“No, don’t bother. Save the excuses. I really don’t care. We should have been done ages ago, this just cements it. You have one hour to get your things and get out of my house.”

“That’s it?! You’re just going to…kick me out?!”

“My first inclination was to quietly murder you, so this is really the more civilized alternative, don’t you think? 59 minutes. One second later, and I’m calling the police and filing trespassing charges.” Jason’s eyes widened, and his jaw snapped shut before he turned and stormed upstairs. Logan was sure there would be some things of his that disappeared tonight, but he didn’t care. He just wanted Bryce out of his life.

Approximately one hour later, all of Jason’s things were loaded into his car, and he stood on the threshold, glaring fiercely. His designer suit was slightly rumpled, and there was a smear of dust across his flawless cheek.

“You always were a frigid robot. Frankly, you should have paid me for having to sleep with someone so utterly useless in bed! Good luck finding anyone else willing to take you on, freak.” The utter disgust in his voice cut Logan to the quick, but he refused to let it show. He gave away nothing, as though every word hadn’t hit him like a physical blow.

“I did pay you. Or did you think I hadn’t noticed the $5,000 withdrawal from my personal account? You weren’t worth that, but I’ll consider it the price paid for making a very foolish mistake. Please leave my property, you’re no longer welcome on it in any capacity.” With that, he shut the door in his face. He heard Jason huff indignantly, then stomp to his car. When he’d angrily peeled out, and everything was quiet again, when the house was so still he could hear the faint “tick” of the grandfather clock in the hallway, only then did Logan allow the first tears to fall. Utterly alone, he slowly sank to the floor, silent sobs wracking his body. He might have stayed there forever, but his phone had buzzed. He was expecting angry texts from Jason, but what he found was one from Virgil.

“Just checking on you. Do you need company? I know you’re not okay, so I won’t even ask.” Logan released a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob. Of course Virgil would know. The man had an uncanny knack for being exactly where Logan needed him to be, exactly when he needed him to be there.

“Company would be excellent. Alcohol would be better.” He shot back.

“On it. Be there with Princey in 10. Kick your loser bf out, he’s not drinking my booze.”

“Unlikely he’ll be here. I just dumped him.” Across town, Virgil released a victory cheer, giving a very startled Roman an enthusiastic high five.

“HE DUMPED THE FUCKER! Oh thank fucking god, Logan is FREE!”

“…Logan dumped his boyfriend on the night of his mother’s funeral?!” Roman sounded horrified, and now that Virgil was thinking about it…oh shit. He quickly shot out another text.

“….Fuck. Be there in 5.”

[Present Day]

Virgil glanced at the speedometer and punched it up even higher. He knew he was driving like Roman, knew he was being insanely reckless, but all he could picture was Logan’s face three years ago. The empty, hollow look in his eyes, the way he’d mechanically drank alcohol until he was so drunk the story had come pouring out. All of it, too, not just the bit about that evening, although that was more than enough to put Jason Bryce on Virgil’s permanent shit list. He owed that motherfucker a serious ass kicking.

When he pulled into the parking lot at The Darkest Roast, he was spoiling for a fight. His phone was blowing up, probably with texts or calls from Logan, Roman or both of them, but he wasn’t interested in that right now. The only thing he wanted was to introduce Jason Bryce to the concept of pain, repeatedly and with gusto. He swept into the shop, looking for his prey, and found only Max quietly wiping down the counter and a couple of regular customers.

“Max, where the hell is he?!”

“Oh, he took off. Seems he didn’t appreciate our special brand of service here at Darkest Roast.” The smirk Max gave him made Virgil simultaneously outraged and proud.

“Oh? What finally pissed him off enough to fuck off?”

“I told him he was a failed abortion whose birth certificate was an apology from the condom factory. I also gave him a double shot of espresso and 2 energy packets in his decaf coffee. Hope his fucking heart explodes, pretentious douchebag.” Virgil blinked once, twice…then actually laughed. He could feel some of the screaming pressure that had been pounding in his chest subside.

“God, Max, I ought to give you a raise just for that!”

“I mean, I’m not saying no, boss.” Max grinned widely, and Virgil felt he last of his tension drain out. Okay, maybe Roman was right. Maybe it was better he didn’t get to punch Bryce out today. But still…

“Did you see where he went?”

“Nope. Pretty sure he got the hint he’s not wanted. What with the giant “Fuck Off And Die, Jackass Bitch” I wrote on his cup and all.”



“I never do this, but you earned it.” Virgil promptly high fived his confused barista before walking back to his office, pulling out his phone. Yup, tons of texts and missed calls from Logan and Roman. Roman he’d get back to. Logan could simmer a bit, as far as Virgil was concerned. It may be petty, but being petty was one of the few things he specialized in.

The bell above the door rang cheerily, and Patton looked up to see a very attractive man in what had to be a designer suit. That jacket probably cost more than his last mortgage payment before he moved, Patton would swear to it. He was tall, maybe a little taller than Logan, with high cheekbones, striking ice blue eyes and an elegant mouth. His dark hair was perfectly coiffed, not a strand out of place. Patton didn’t feel a single ounce of attraction for him, but he could certainly acknowledge the man was aesthetically beautiful. He was looking around the shop curiously, a cup of coffee in his hand. He took a sip and grimaced in distaste.

“Hello! May I help you, sir?” The stranger glanced up, his face relaxing into a charming smile.

“Why yes, I believe you can. I need to have a very specific bouquet made, with very specific flowers and plants. Could that be arranged?”

“Of course! Why don’t you come over here to the counter and tell me what you need?”

“Wonderful. I’ll need an orange lily, hydrangea, marigold, bird’s foot trefoil, a black rose, and wormwood. Do you think you can manage that?” Patton stared at the man, a little dumfounded.

“Sir, in the context of this arrangement, the flowers you’ve selected mean hatred, frigidness or heartlessness, pain and grief, revenge, hatred and bitter sorrow. Are you…quite certain this is the message you want to send?” The man smirked, his eyes narrowing a little.

“Oh, most definitely. I feel the message is more than appropriate to the person who will be receiving it.” Patton blinked, then shrugged. It wouldn’t be the first time someone designed a “fuck you” bouquet, and he doubted it would be the last.

“Alright then. I think we can manage all of that. Give me a few minutes to grab some items from the back, and I can have it ready for you in say…ten minutes? Or would you rather arrange for delivery?”

“Delivery isn’t going to be necessary. Ten minutes sounds perfect. I’ll just browse while I’m waiting.” Patton smiled and headed back, grabbing what he needed. He used white hydrangea to help go with the orange of the lily and marigold, the black of the rose, and used the other items to fluff around the bouquet. It was a little odd, but actually kind of pretty in its own way. He carefully wrapped it in tissue paper and plastic, including the little packet of plant food, not that he expected the recipient to keep these very long.

When he returned to the front, the mystery man was browsing the shop, a very calculating look in his eyes. It reminded him a little of the expression on Logan’s face when he was doing inventory, mentally tallying costs. “Sir? You’re all set.”

“Splendid! Oh, it does look deceptively lovely, doesn’t it? How much do I owe you?” Patton named the price, and the man paid with a small smile on his face.

“Well, have a nice day, then! Enjoy your bouquet.”

“Actually, it won’t be going far.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Could you leave this for the owner, please? He’ll know exactly who it’s from.” Patton felt his stomach clench, sickening realization washing over him.

“Do you know Logan?” The smirk that spread over that man’s face made Patton’s fists clench, and he could feel his temper rising, but he hid it behind a sunny smile.

“Far too well, I’m afraid. You’ve been immensely helpful. How nice to know he’s managed to hire competent staff for a change. If I were you, I’d start looking elsewhere for employment. I’ve heard he won’t be here much longer.” Patton ground his teeth, but didn’t reply, keeping his face pleasantly neutral.

“Have a lovely day…” a glance at his name tag “…Patton.” With that, the man swept out of the shop, dumping his nearly full coffee in the trash on his way out. Patton glared at the bouquet sitting on the countertop, breathing slowly and deeply as he tried to reign his anger in.

“Hey Patton, do you have the…woah! Who is THAT for?!” Shiroya’s startled exclamation spurred him into action. He harshly grabbed it, throwing it in the garbage.

“No one. And don’t you dare say a word about this to Logan. It would only upset him.” Understanding dawned in the other man’s eyes, and Patton was gratified by the fury that quickly followed.

“Oh, that prick. That utter, utter prick! And of course you wouldn’t know him because you never met him before.” Patton grabbed the trash bag with the offending flowers in it and tied it off, his movements jerky and clumsy. He was such an idiot! But Logan didn’t need to know. He never needed to know, as far as Patton was concerned. It would only upset him, and Patton would do anything to protect his beautiful boyfriend from that slimy piece of garbage.

“I’m taking this out to the dumpster where it belongs.”

“Pat? It’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known.” Patton felt something tight and miserable unwind within himself. Guilt.

“…I know, Shir. Doesn’t stop me from feeling like I should have.” Shiroya sighed, glaring at the door once more.

“Maybe he’ll trip into traffic and die. You never know!” That actually made Patton’s lips twitch upwards a little.

“We can only hope.” With that, he headed out back, carrying his bag of shame. If that was Jason Bryce, then he definitely needed that talk with Logan. Tonight.

Logan sighed a little, happy to be home. The Garden Club meeting had run long, and he was mentally exhausted. Cecille DeVille had been relentless tonight, cornering him to ask him a million questions. The woman was a gossip fiend! He knew she was only sniffing around to try and get information on his ex, and how he felt about Jason being back, but he wasn’t an easy mark. Then there had been the drama with Virgil, who still wasn’t talking to him. Roman had assured him that no bail money would be required today, as thankfully Jason had breezed in and out again before Virgil could get there.

Patton would be over any minute, so he loosened his tie and took his suit jacket off. Patton had texted him that Thomas was happily sleeping over at Roman’s tonight, so it would just be the two of them. His heart leaped in his chest at the thought, but he also felt that same stab of fear. He knew they’d been dating for months now, and the furthest they’d gone was a few heated makeout sessions. He was sure Patton wanted more, and deep down he did as well but…he didn’t want this relationship to end yet. And he was quite certain, based on past performance, that Patton would absolutely leave him if he tried anything more than what they’d done. Or, at the very least, he would be extremely disappointed.

“Lo? Baby, are you home?” Patton’s cheerful voice broke him out of his negative thoughts, and Logan quickly walked to the foyer to greet him. Patton pulled him into a kiss, soft and warm, and Logan felt all of his previous doubts melt away under the force of his obvious affection.

“Mmm. I missed you today. How was Garden Club?”

“A nightmare, as per usual, but my duty is complete for another month. How was your day?” Something flickered in Patton’s eyes, there and gone before Logan could place it, but the bright smile he got in return eased his suspicions.

“It was good, not as good as when you’re there, though.”

“It was only for a few hours, Patton.” Logan smiled, turning and walking back towards the kitchen. Patton followed closely behind.

“Is it so wrong that I like spending time with you?”

“Of course not, dearest. I enjoy spending time with you as well.”

“Lo…can I ask you something?” There was something serious in his tone, and Logan immediately stopped and gave him his full attention.

“Of course. You can ask me anything.”

“I know that we’ve been taking it slow, and it’s great! I’m not complaining or pressuring you here, and I want you to understand that. I’d just like to understand why. Are you…asexual? Are there limits I’m overstepping?” Oh. Oh dear. He hadn’t considered that Patton might think this way, although he could certainly understand why he did.

“No, Patton. I’m not asexual. I’m homosexual, and I can assure you that you have not overstepped a single boundary. I appreciate your patience with me very much.” Now Patton frowned, confusion on his face.

“Then why…?” Logan sighed. Well, apparently, they were having this discussion. He supposed it couldn’t be helped.

“It isn’t that I don’t want you, Patton. I can assure you, I definitely do. But…in my previous relationship, I had many issues in that particular area. I was informed it was my own lack that caused these problems, and that I was…frigid…unresponsive. I have only been hesitant because I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Logan. Please look at me.” It was said softly, but with an underlying thread of steel. Logan glanced up, his hazel eyes meeting blazing blue.

“You are many things, but frigid is not one of them. I would bet all of the money in my pockets that any issues you had were due to the other person, not you. But even if that weren’t the case, do you seriously think that would ever make me care any less for you? I want to be with you, in whatever capacity you’ll let me. I want to show you how much I care about you. Will you let me, tonight? Please?”

Logan stared, his mouth dry…and slowly nodded.

A/N: Aaaaaand that’s where we leave it, kiddos! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Next up, we’re moving towards the holidays, so family holiday fluff with everyone! Reminder that if you are of a mind to read the more explicit version, you’ll have to find it on Ao3 by going here. Otherwise, this is as spicy as you’re going to get. As always, please let me know what you think!

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anonymous asked:

uuuuuuhh sportarobbie fall picnic date with one of them crushing leaves and putting the crushed leaves on the other?

This was just fun to write.


“Yes, Sportaflip?”

“There are leaves in my salad.”

“Good job, Sport, yes there are.”

“I mean, not lettuce leaves.”

“Is it romaine?”



“No. Like, tree leaves.” Sportacus held one up. It was a red maple leaf. A bit of tomato was stuck to it.

Robbie munched on his cookie without even looking, “Imagine that. A leaf in a salad.”

Sportacus frowned. The two were having lunch outside in the park. Fall was in full swing around them but Sportacus didn’t think it was the colorful trees that had put a leaf in his salad. 

Robbie finished his cookie and rummaged in the bag for another, “Can you pass me my soda?” 

A thought occurred to Sportacus as he picked up the open can. With a smirk, he plucked a leaf off the ground and crushed it up in his palm. He poured the leaf bits into the can and passed it to Robbie, “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” Robbie took a sip and immediately spit it out. Sportacus pretended not to notice, putting down his ruined salad in favor of a fresh apple. “There’re leaves in here!”

“Well it is the park.”

“Not the park, in my drink!”

“Oh. I don’t drink soda, Robbie. Does it always have leaves it in?”

Robbie gave Sportacus such a dark look that Sportacus nearly broke into laughter. He reached up a fist, “You have something on your head, love, let me get it.” And he pulled off Sportacus’ hat and crushed a handful of leaves into his hair. 

That did make Sportacus laugh and he grabbed a bunch of leaves to defend himself. “You started it!” Sportacus pointed out, pressing the clump of leaves into Robbie’s face to get him to back off.

They wrestled for a few more moments; firing off half insults and throwing more leaves. The fun ended when Sportacus’ crystal went off. Robbie sat up immediately. 

“Someone’s in trouble!” Sportacus shot to his feet, dropped a quick kiss on Robbie’s forehead, and ran off. He was just in time to save Trixie from rollerblading into a cake-carrying Bessie. The other kids ran up, asking if they were alright.

When Ziggy caught sight of Sportacus, he just stared. The others followed suit. Sportacus blinked down at them. “Is something wrong?” he asked, looking at Bessie.

“Dear, you are absolutely covered in leaves.”

Protective || Riverdale Preferences

Archie Andrews:  

“Yeah I’d love that. Thanks.” His signature grin instantly appeared on his chiseled features. The girl that stood in front of him mirrored his facial features, her fingers gripping the strap of her bag tightly. “So… I should come to your house tonight or…” She trailed off, oblivious to the fact that Archie’s girlfriend was standing right there. “I-I…” Archie trailed off, his brown orbs snapping to your figure. “No. You will not be coming to his house. And no, he will not be going to your house either. You’re giving him notes, that’s it. You seriously can just do it right now. So you will do. And I, his girlfriend, will explain what the stupid Chemistry notes are. So back the fuck off.” You growled, finally having enough of the situation. She rolled her eyes before stomping off angrily, upset that she couldn’t so far into Archie’s pants as she had thought. Your (e/c) eyes still blazed with anger before they met his soft ones, and they then settled down. “You’re so funny.” He laughed, pressing his lips to yours. “Haha. Last time I checked, I’m the only one you’re supposed to be sleeping with.”

Jughead Jones:

The first thing that really caught your attention was the way that Jughead’s slender fingers curled in anger at the fact that his father stood right in front of him. Jughead never truly knew what it was like to have strong parental figures, and there were many reasons why. Jughead’s mother left with his younger sister while his father got drunk while trying to get over the loss. This left Jughead with nothing. “D-Dad..” He stuttered, trying to not only control his anger, but also the tears that threatened to spill over the edge. This was the part where you had to step in. FP Jones was known to have an uncontrollable temper, and you were not going to allow him to do anything to the broken boy who quivered beside you. “Back up. Back up right now.” You hissed, pushing the drunken man backwards. “Don’t you dare talk to him. Don’t you dare lay a hand on him. You never have been a father figure, so why try being one now? Get the fuck away right now or so help me Jason Blossom will not be the only murder case in this town.”

Betty Cooper:

“There was a reason I didn’t let you on the cheer squad before Betty!” Cheryl hissed, crossing her arms sassily against her chest. “But sadly, that Veronica of yours is so obsessed with you she wouldn’t stop talking. So guess what I had to do. So now that you’re sadly on this team, you might as well put some effort in!” Her face was now as red as her hair, and it only infuriated you more. Betty shook her head, mimicking her by crossing her arms. “I put in effort! S-Sorry that I don’t have 10 years of experience behind me!” She attempted to shoot back, her voice wavering. This was your moment. You had to step in. “Stop it!” You blurted out after a few uncomfortable seconds. “Stop talking, stop yelling, stop moving, just stop all of it! Cheryl, I have had enough of these stupid games that you play, and I’m done with trying to ignore it. You need to stop speaking to her, looking at her, conversing with her. I am done with your games Cheryl Blossom! So shut the fuck up and get back to cheer practice.”

Veronica Lodge:

Music pounded in your ears, and lights caused your vision to go blurry. There were so many bodies everywhere. Sucking in a deep breath, you attempted to locate your raven-haired girlfriend, and it was sure difficult. When you finally spotted the girl, she was squished between two unknown bodies, and it was obvious that she was very uncomfortable. Marching over to the trio, you crossed your arms. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” To whom you were speaking to, it didn’t matter, as the two men departed quickly. Rolling you eyes, you turned to follow them. You found them before they entered the bathroom, and you tugged them backwards. There was no way they were going to walk away unscathed. However, you were unaware of the presence behind you, so you continued along. “That girl you were with? The girl you were touching? She’s mine. So I’m just warning you. The next time you lay a hand on this girl, there will be consequences. So don’t even attempt to defy me.” Turning around, you were met with a warm embrace. “I love you.”

Cheryl Blossom:

“What class do you have next?”  You questioned curiously, glancing up at the red-head. Cheryl shrugged, crossing her arms as the two of you walked the hallways. “I believe I have math.” she nodded. Before you could respond, a couple of girls walked by, shoving Cheryl with their shoulders. “Watch it…freak.” They hissed before they began to walk away. You growled, letting go of Cheryl’s hand before storming after them. Who the hell did they think they were, talking to her like that? She had already been through enough trauma in her lifetime, why would she need someone to make it worse. “Hey!” You growled, grasping their wrists in your tiny hands. They attempted to tug away their hands, but your grip was relentless. “Oh wait. I’m sorry. Did I interrupt you from your task of ruining people’s lives? News flash! You don’t get to do that and get away with it. Especially with my girlfriend. So you better watch who you touch or talk to, because I will seriously do something much worse to you than you did to her. So watch it.”

His Raven, part 1

Killian Jones x Reader

Warnings: None.

A/N: Changed  few things from the canon story to fit my own. This will be a few parts. Story commissioned by the lovely @chabertlacey

Summary: Storybrooke was a small, quiet town - a perfect little haven. It had been your only home for, well, as long as you could remember. Nothing out of the ordinary ever happened, in fact, the town was quiet ordinary. Except it wasn’t.But the residents of Storybrooke were oblivious to the curse that they were under and only three people knew of said spell - Mr. Gold, Mayor Mills, and Henry Mills. That is until a pirate of a famous name came sailing into the dock of the town, seeking revenge.

Originally posted by pirateherokillian

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Not Your Man

Calum Hood

Not Your Man

“Come on babe”, Calum argued with a bit of a whine, “I swear to you that I didn’t flirt with her! I wouldn’t even let her take two steps toward me”, Calum pleaded with you in his soccer jersey, “J-just believe me”, his voice cracked a bit.

“We’ll see”, you crossed your arms, trying to hold back tears, “Your game’s starting”, you gestured to the field of players.

“I-I have to make sure you’re okay”, Calum rubbed your arms, you tried to push him away, “Y/N just fucking talk to me!”

“No”, you yelled back, “Just go play or I’m fucking leaving”, you pointed toward his coach who was yelling for him.



He nodded once more before jogging onto the field, immediately getting cheers from your classmates, fellow students, and towns people. You crossed your arms before climbing onto the top bleacher, isolating yourself from the crowd. You had never missed one of Cal’s games and you never would. You watched as the people cheered for him, six goals! It definitely wasn’t his best (shocking!) but something seemed off.

“Calum Hood, #25, he looks so off today”, a girl from your math class whispered to her friend.

“Did you see him and his girlfriend before the game? Huge fight about something”, she trailed off before whispering something in her friends ear before they both looked up at you, you quickly diverted your attention back to the game.

“Let’s go Knights”, the head cheerleader, the one who had been flirting with Cal, yelled to the crowd before sprinting onto the field.

“Hell no”, you whispered to yourself before sprinting through the crowd and onto the field.

“Amazing game Calum”, she smiled at your boyfriend before taking a few steps toward him.

“Th-thanks”, he backed up a bit, looking down at the floor.

“Why the sad face”, she pouted before rubbing his arm.

“You really shouldn’t–”, he began sadly.

“Let’s go somewhere”, she whispered to him.

“I already fucking told you–”, he began with anger.

“Good game”, you interrupted the conversation, looking at the girl with a glare.

She rolled her eyes, “I thought you two were splitsville.”

“You thought wrong, he’s not your man. Remember that”, you said clearly.

She scoffed, “I can do what I want.”

“So can I, so walk away before I punch you in that disaster you call your face”, you said harshly.

She gasped before turning around quickly, yelling to some people about it. You rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around Calum’s neck.

“Baby”, Calum whined into your neck with his arms around your waist, “I’m sorry”, he said softly.

Your heart slightly broke at the tone of his sweet voice, you quickly entangled your fingers in his hair and whispered in his ear (since he likes it so much), “I know, and I accept your apology. I was a jerk too.”

“You had every right”, he nibbled on your ear.

“Love you”, you pulled away and placed a sweet kiss on his lips.

“I didn’t play the same without you”, he mumbled against your lips.

“I could tell”, you joked before pulling away, grabbing his hand, and beginning to walk away.

“You jerk”, he slapped your butt, “Plus I know that we’re both really sorry because you hugged my sweaty ass after a game”, he winked.