using that excuse all the time now

anonymous asked:

Is ric122 (that South Park blog) a troll or is he serious? L O L

Well many have theorized that he is a troll but I have come to the conclusion that he is a strange mixture of both, he is serious in his love for stendy and the creation of his fanfictions but accidentally becomes a troll because he is unaware of the rules of plagiarism and some social cues. Overall I don’t think he truly means any harm and is on the autistic spectrum (this doesn’t excuse some of the super terrible things he’s done but I really don’t think he’s self aware at all) I think all he really wants is some ship art just like the rest of us. But he has been shown to learn from his mistakes as hasn’t plagiarized fan fiction in quite a while and is now writing completely original work which I’ve lowkey been supporting because it’s so much nicer than him stealing others hard work. He still seems to struggle with crediting artists but I think that too he can learn in time and if asked nicely he will usually do it.
(But keep in mind he still has done some terrible stuff such as sexual harassment and racist comments so please judge his character for yourself)

anonymous asked:

I'm a closeted bi. A friend of mine that used to be homophobic is now saying that she was attracted to this girl and hinting that she might be bi. She knows that I'm a supporter of the lgbt and I want to feel happy for her but she made me feel so insecure and afraid of my sexuality in the past...

well i guess its probably a good time to ask her why she used to say those things, like you can just bring it up casually like “remember when you used to say xyz”, “do you still think that way”, or “why’d you say that before” etc. because  who knows, maybe what she was saying internalized homophobia or maybe she thought she could “fit in” by saying those things but now she feels more comfortable with herself. idk these are just possibilities they may not be the reason at all and im not excusing whatever she said or how it made you feel because intent doesn’t mean anything when it comes to impact, i’m just offering what her thought process might’ve been. you could also be blunt with it and just ask her if she’s bi or if she likes girls, and if she says yes then be like same. 

but at the end of the day you’re not obligated to forgive or forget anything that she’s said or how unsafe she made you feel so if you feel like you can’t be yourself around her, whether she’s changed or not, then distance yourself. theres no shame in protecting yourself 

6

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Just like Marzi, these introverts can often be found in libraries, at home watching Netflix, brainstorming excuses to miss your next party, or doodling cute cartoons. Being an introvert in an extrovert world isn’t always easy, but it certainly is an adventure. In Introvert Doodles, follow Marzi through all of her most uncomfortable, charming, honest, and hilarious moments that everyone–introvert, extrovert, or somewhere in between–can relate to.


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anonymous asked:

So, because there hasn’t been a super hero movie with a female star in a long time, they want to segregate men? Yep, that’ll show them! Make it so you get half the money you typically would. Sexist logic. And yet, if the rolls were reversed and theaters stated they were refusing to sell tickets to women for movies like John Wick so that men could have a "Men's Only Showing", then hardware stores would have all their pitchforks and torches bought up in an instant. But please, give us your excuses

You can go to, like, literally any other showing. 

Does it suck having to share your toys with girls now? Yes? Well, let me say sincerely, LOL. 

Sometimes I look at old pictures and I think- who was that girl? That girl on the left was sad. I used to lay in bed and cry.. I wanted so much more out of my life and my weight was truly holding me back from being happy. I never imagined being where I am today. I used to make every excuse as to why I was over weight- you know the “I’m big boned” or “my body was meant to be this size” all of which is total bullshit- but at the time I totally believed it! I had no idea what my body really looked like under all those pounds- 130 to be exact! Now it’s hard for me to look I the mirror and see what the rest of the world sees. Obviously I know I’m no longer “fat” but I also don’t see myself as “thin.” Sometimes I feel like a whale- how is that even possible? Extreme weight loss is a total mind fuck. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I just hope you know- if you’re that girl on the left- you are brave, you are capable, you are significant- and you can accomplish anything 💕

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Serpent Girl (Jughead x Reader)

“Could you write one where the reader and jughead used to be best friends but he left her for Betty and the scene where jughead gets the serpent jacket he notices the reader smirking among at him with her own jacket and he smirks back putting the jacket on please??xxx” –Anonymous

Imagine: Your childhood best friend, Jughead Jones has always vowed to be there for you. When he falls in love and leaves you behind, you finally decide it’s time to join the pack. Surprisingly, Jughead tags along.

A/N: I have hella other requests before this but I thought this idea was absolutely inspired, and it basically wrote itself! Hope you enjoy!


“I think something weird is happening between me and Betty,” Jughead stammered in confusion, pacing the room. “I dunno, ever since we’ve been working on this investigation thing she’s been really sweet to me and I think she’s been relying on me for emotional support ever since the stuff with her sister and–”

“Jughead, you like her,” you insisted, feeling your heart crack inside your chest. You said it to clarify his worries, but also remind yourself of this slowly worsening reality. It would be a lie to say you didn’t fall in love with Jughead through the years of nighttime talks, him sneaking into your room every weekend. You had hoped, just barely, that he felt the same.

He paused. “I… I do?”

Jughead was so dumb sometimes. So, so dumb. “Of course you do.” You smirked to hide your pain. “Now what are you gonna do about it?”

Jughead sat next to you, staring into your eyes sincerely. “What do I do?”

You cursed whatever God or higher power had fated you to setting up the love of your life with another girl. “Well, you’ve gotta sneak into her house like you do at my house. Don’t be weird about it though. Maybe say something cheesy you would say like ‘hey there Juliet’.”

Jughead chuckled. “Okay.”

“Then, you just have to do it. It has to seem spontaneous and passionate. You’ve gotta lean in like this,” You leaned in, Jughead mirroring you. “And then kiss her.” Your voice came out in a whisper, your lips centimeters apart. You could see his constellation of freckles and his stormy blue eyes and you wished so badly that things could be different.

“Okay.” Jughead said, leaning back and grinning in understanding. “Thanks, (Y/N).”

You smiled sadly. “If you and Betty start going out, you’ll still come see me, right?”

Jughead pulled you into a hug. “Always.”


This had happened before.

You and Jughead grew up together, your fathers partners in the Serpent business. In fact, it was your father who offered FP Jones a higher position upon his firing from Andrews Construction. When your mothers would work the graveyard shift, your dad and FP would leave you in a meticulously child-safe’d room in the Serpent headquarters, leaving you with nothing to do but torment and entertain each other until your relationship became something remotely resembling that of friends. Even best friends.

Eventually, FP worked out the logistics to transfer Jughead to the Northern Riverdale School District, leaving you in the South Side.

“Will you come back?” Ten year-old you, asked, eyes watering.

“Of course I will, (Y/N)! I’m gonna tell you all about it.” Ten year-old Jughead vowed. “Then I’ll come back and rescue you forreal.” He whispered. Your favorite play-pretend game was fairytales. Naturally, you were the princess and he was your gallant knight who always rescued you.


Unlike before, missed visits grew and grew, each with its own unique excuse. Some relating to Betty, some not. One thing was for sure, you weren’t getting “rescued forreal” any time soon.

You approached your father in the kitchen, ready to take on his invitation to join the family business.


One month later…

“You’re one of us, now,” the Serpent said, handing Jughead a brand new leather jacket embroidered with the South Side Serpent Sigil.

“…Juggie?” Betty peered out of the trailer, voice shaking.

Jughead looked back to her, and back to the gang of bikers who he had once called his family. All like fathers, or uncles to him…

He noticed a girl in the group. Familiar, but colder. More mature. Your eyes darkened with makeup and hair windswept by the motorcycle ride. You sported a Serpent jacket of your own, helmet in one arm. You smirked at the poor boy who used to be the love of your life.

Jughead glanced back at Betty Cooper, and he swallowed hard. Looking back at you, he shrugged on the jacket, the Serpent’s image tightening around the muscles on his back. He smirked back.

He began to walk towards the man who addressed him, but not before stepping near you, long enough to be acknowledged.

You stared down your former friend. “So much for ‘rescuing me forreal’.” You muttered, your childishness getting the best of you.

Jughead then leaned in, so close you could feel his breath warming your neck in the nighttime chill.

“Watch me,” he said.

a pretty good bad idea (1/?)

pairing: Trini/Kimberly (Power Rangers

words: 2097

summary: With great power comes unexpected and awkward side effects. Also: kissing lessons. (Isn’t that how the saying goes?)

a/n: Guess who saw Power Rangers and is predictable trash? Guess who loves all that trope-y cheesiness? Guess who doesn’t remember how to write, but is doing it anyways? Me me me. Anyways, I tried to bring the cheese, my friends, but I’m just not capable of writing poetry like ‘Are we Power Rangers or are we friends?’. Alas.

AO3 Link here!

WARNING for @smallandsundry : there is KISSING in this fic. (Also, no bear rangers.) Please avert your eyes.

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BTS reaction when you turn them on because of your behaviour

anon: Can I request BTS getting turned on by accident for something that you’ve done? Btw, I love your blog 💕            

I had write it in my English lesson. I think that when my teacher saw it, she wasn’t happy  😂 

Enjooy~


Jin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Day like all other days. You are making dinner for you and Jin. You wanted it to be good so you focused on it. When he saw you like this, cooking and beeing focused on it, he find it sexy. And “beast” in his body waked up. He take you and lift holding with his hands on your ass. He sit you down on countertop and passionately kissing you, leaving hickeys all over your collarbones. Jin don’t bother to take you to bedroom, he stayed with you in kitchen, letting you know what he wanted.

“I need you. It’s your fault and take responsibility for it”

Yoongi

Originally posted by minsecretsoul

Red dress with lace. It was your outfit for todays dste with Suga. You looked incdredibly sexy and gorgeous. He waited for you to open the door. Then you show and he can’t say a word, keep looking at you. You looked so good. This red dress were speaking to him. He walk into your house pressing his lips to yours and feeling that today date will end in this part. Nothingcan stop horny Yoongz.

“This dress is too tight. Let me take it off and give you relief of wearing it”

Hoseok

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

Hobi and you were in practise room. He dancing and you looking at him and adoring. You wanted to show some moves too. When you started to sexily dancing he just bite his lips and eyeing you all the time. When you finished he just stand up, slowly coming closer then pressing you to the wall and kissing you all over your body. You were worried that someone can see you but he just continueing and heading to the main point

“I don’t care if someone will see us. I just want you to be mine now”

Namjoon

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

You wear one of his t-shirts. And it was the only thing that you were wearing. Not even a bra, only t-shirt and knickers. When he saw you, Namjoon automatically turn on. He wanted you know and don’t want to hear any excuses. He took you from behind and then he would take you and started to doing with you all what he wanted.

“You’re doing in on purpose,Y/N and now you’ll be punished”

Jimin

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

You dyed you hair for thw first time. You wanted to look more attracitve for Jimin. Your plan work out and he loved your new look. At once he saw you he felt that he have a problem and you are the only one person which can help him with it. Chim took you in his arms and you two ended on the sofa in salon “celebraitng” your new look. You knew what he wanted ~

“You look so damn sexy Y/N”

Taehyung

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Sometimes we have this day when we feel hauntingly, beatiful and hot. And this was that day. You wear some really tight jeans which make your ass look like a miliom dollars and same with your legs. When Tae “accidentaly” looked at your butt he started to feeling really needy for you. He back hug you, kissing your neck, then your lips, getting you to the bedroom. When you two were close to bed he just throw you on it and started a game.

“And know you’ll know why to not turn me on when I’m calmly sitting,Y/N”

Jungkook

Originally posted by jeonify

You were taking a shower. Jungkook back from practise and wanted to quickly wash and go to bed but you spend in bathroom so long. He walk in to the bathroom to ask if you can finish and let him take a shower too. You show your leg from behind -this something which is hiding your body in shower (idk how it names 😂)- and seductively ask him “How about you shower with me?”. His tiredness disappear. You don’t have to ask him twice. Jungkook take off his clothes in the blink of eye and join to you. Starting to kissing you and then you can imagine what happened.

“Let me help you with cleaning you babygirl. I will take good care of you”

Got yelled at for transgender bathrooms because you know how customers are

So I work at the store that isn’t Walmart and is red instead of blue, pretty obvious right I’m a cashier so pretty much useless when it comes to the brand of my store and today a man and his wife and kids came thru my line as normal and we’re pretty polite not awful and then as they’re walking away no one was in line behind them so the man goes “so is it true about the bathrooms? What’s going on with the bathrooms?” And I am in work mode at the time and I’m SO confused so I go “nothing’s wrong with our bathrooms in fact I was just in there everything’s fine what’s the problem?” And he goes “no target said they’re gonna have a bathroom for those transgender people” and I go “excuse me?” And he goes “it’s all over the news the bathroom at target for the fucking *******(used the word that rhymes w/ granny’s)” and I go “I’m sorry I don’t keep up with target news I’m just a cashier I don’t make decisions about things like that” and he is yelling st me now going “THATS FUCKING DISGUSTING I WONT COME BACK HERE” and at this point I am PISSSED mostly because I don’t give a fuck where someone wants to pee and I don’t think anyone else should either and the fact this mans yelling at me for it is crazy and I just go in a nice calm tone “I think where people want to use the restroom is their own decision you clearly have a different opinion let’s leave the conversation at that alright, I am a cashier not the owner of the store, telling me this is not helping your opinion in any way, & honestly if you’re that concerned I wouldn’t want you shopping in my store anyways and I’m sure if we are getting bathrooms like you say then the people I work with wouldn’t either” and at that point he looked at me dumbfounded bc he thought screaming at a little girl was ok and that id just hide in my corner and back down and luckily his wife literally PULLED him away at that point going “just stop it just stop you read fake Facebook articles I don’t even think it was real” which was the icing on the cake for me lmao but I never play customer is always right game when it comes to old people spouting their hateful opinions at me fuck that

Beautiful Speak Now Album Things:
  • TAYLOR WROTE IT COMPLETELY BY HERSELF AT AGES 18-20!!!! AND IT WON 2 GRAMMYS!!!
  • Like every fuckin’ bridge on this album makes you want to cry
  • And all the lyrics are fucking awesome. It’s a lyric-driven album
  • “Every time I look at you, it’s like the first time”
  • “You made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter”
  • Opening “Mine” with “uh-oh” and closing it with the background vocals echoing “I can see it now” to show the emotional journey of the character as she believes in love again over the course of the song
  • “BRACED MYSELF FOR THE GOODBYE / ‘CAUSE THAT’S ALL I’VE EVER KNOWN / AND YOU TOOK ME BY SURPRISE / YOU SAID, ‘I’LL NEVER LEAVE YOU ALONE’”
  • The entirety of “Mine,” the best love story ever told
  • The fact that Taylor resurrected Sparks Fly from the dead and put it on her 3rd album because we asked her to
  • The fact that Taylor also rewrote Sparks Fly and took out the lyrics that made it more sexual and about performing in a bar
  • The fact that the original lyric (now displayed in The Taylor Swift Experience) was “brown eyes” and she made it “green eyes”
  • How she describes the love interest as “a full-on rainstorm” and later says “meet me in the pouring rain”
  • The juxtapositions of rain and fire and then darkness and light in Sparks Fly
  • BACK TO DECEMBER
  • How the entire song is just an apology without any excuses. It just’s “I messed up and you suffered for it and you didn’t deserve that” 
  • “you gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye” 
  • How the orchestra makes everything so fucking beautiful??
  • The use of seasons in the second verse to describe the rise and fall of the relationship
  • How she references the 2009 VMA incident (”how you held me in your arms that September night / the first time you ever saw me cry”)
  • Speak Now being about the Paramore relationship drama and how Taylor was actually at the wedding it’s about lol
  • Taylor singing up an octave in Speak Now to sound like a gentle little girl about to crash the shit out of wedding
  • “a gown shaped like a pastry” “fond gestures are exchanged” “a song that sounds like a death march” “she floats down the isle like a pageant queen” = so descriptive?? conveys the feelings?? Queen of conveying emotions through descriptions
  • “you need to hear me out and they said Speak Now” “Your time is running out and they said Speak Now” “I hear the preacher say, ‘Speak Now or forever hold your peace” “So glad you were around when they said Speak Now” = queen of altering her main chorus line
  • “I’m not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion” –> What’s the kind of girl tho?? I never knew
  • The giggle in the bridge
  • DEAR JOHN. THE ENTIRE SONG. ALL THE LYRICS.
  • How Dear John calls out emotional abuse by a much older man onto a 19 year old without any apologies or sympathizing with the man but also has pieces where the victim blames themselves and calls out a pattern of abuse of other women
  • But it ends with the victim retaining their self worth and escaping and it’s amazing
  • “the girl in the dress cried the whole way home” –> have you ever seen such a beautiful conveying of a young girl’s loss of emotional innocence 
  • YOU SHOULD’VE KNOWN”
  • How the secret message of Dear John is “loved you from the very first day” which is a line on a bonus track “Superman” which is about how the love interest seems like the best guy in the world and a real life Superman 
  • That fuckin’ banjo in Mean
  • How Mean began about a critic who said Taylor ruined her “entire career overnight” at the Grammys and then Taylor performing Mean at the Grammys and wining 2 Grammys for it
  • The use of a big city to display one’s level success (which is what actually happened when Taylor moved to NYC)
  • “A simple complication, miscommunications lead to fallout” 
  • “I’D TELL YOU I MISS YOU BUT I DON’T KNOW HOW / I’VE NEVER HEARD SILENCE QUITE THIS LOUD”
  • Isn’t it weird how she says “and people would say they’re the lucky ones” then on the Speak Now Tour she wrote “The Lucky One” ?? weird
  • “So many things that I wish you knew / so many walls up I can’t break through” –> “So many things that you wish I knew / but the Story of Us might be ending soon”
  • That fuckin’ ramp up back into the chorus after the bridge in The Story of Us
  • How perfectly Never Grow Up conveys how scary can it feel to grow up
  • The bridge of Never Grow Up
  • How every song except Never Grow Up and Last Kiss use heavy production and background vocals and it makes those two songs that much more powerful in their simplicity 
  • “I just realized everything I have is someday gonna be gone” and how this line gets more powerful the more years that go by
  • How Never Grow Up starts as a song to a baby, watches that baby grow up, and ends with Taylor  looking back at her life and the passage of time and swearing to protect that baby from harm….you ever cry
  • Just take 5 minutes and listen to Enchanted again pls
  • “Wonderstruck” “Enchanted” “Passing notes in secrecy” “this is me praying” “the very first page, not where the story line ends” “your eyes whispered” “this night is sparkling” “blushing all the way home” “I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew” “this night is flawless” “dancing ‘round all alone” –> So much mystical and whimsical imagery that you feel like you could call in love with the next person you see
  • The guitars in Enchanted
  • The production of Enchanted
  • “Sophistication isn’t what you wear or who you know / or pushing people down to get you where you wanna go” 
  • “I always get the last word” “There is nothing I do better than revenge” “show me how much better you are” –> Taylor is v self-aware 
  • Also how “show me how much better you are” is a reference to that JoBro song “Much Better” lmao so much 2008/2009 Disney drama
  • How Taylor wrote Innocent about the VMA incident when she could’ve just told you-know-who to fuck off
  • How Innocent looks at the subject from the perspective of their childhood and how they had “monsters” and “demons” that made them do bad things later in life and how this doesn’t make them a bad person
  • Knowing that you-know-who was one of Taylor’s favorite artists growing up so Innocent is also Taylor reconciling with herself how someone she artistically looked up to for years hurt her 
  • The use of light: “time turns flames to embers” “your string of lights is still bright to me” “in your firefly catching days” 
  • How Innocent is Never Grow Up but applied to someone else through the lens of forgiveness
  • “I hope you’ll remember: today is never too late to be brand new”
  • The orchestra in Haunted and how it makes the song sound urgent and the situation dangerous
  • “holding my breath” “your eyes go cold” “something’s gone terribly wrong” “can’t turn back now” “a fragile line” “it’s getting dark and it’s all too quiet and I can’t trust anything now” “come on, come on, don’t leave me like this” “can’t breath whenever you’re gone” “you’re not gone, you can’t be gone” –> everything sounds dangerous and urgent!! Like she’s actually gonna die!! And it’s called Haunted!! You get haunted by dead people!! But she’s saying she’s haunted!! The Haunting is killing her!! Holy shit!!
  • Last Kiss
  • The secret message of Last Kiss: “Forever and Always” 
  • The breath in the bridge of Last Kiss
  • The use of time and the passage of time: “at 1:58″ “that July 9th” “you can plan for a change in weather and time” “your name forever the name on my lips” “I’ll watch your life in pictures” “I’ll feel you forget me” “I’ll keep up with our old friends” “I still remember” “L
  • “I’m not much for dancing, but for you I did” –> “I don’t wanna dance if I’m not dancing with you” (Holy Ground)
  • THE BRIDGE: “So I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep / and I’ll feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe / and I’ll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are / hope it’s nice where you are / I hope the sun shines and it’s a beautiful day / and something reminds you / you wish you had stayed /  you can plan for a change in the weather and time / but I never planned on you changing your mind”
  • LONG LIVE
  • How the secret message of Long Live is “For you”
  • How Taylor ends Speak Now with a song for her fans and her band that she wrote during the Fearless Tour
  • How Long Live because even more powerful and beautiful and even sadder the more the years go by and the more successful Taylor becomes and as original member of The Agency leave/are left go
  • How Taylor wrote “we will be remembered” when she was like 19 and was still on her second album and before she won AOTY for the first time and wasn’t even close to the prime of her career but she was proud of how far she had come already and how Long Live sounds like a song someone writes at the end of their career to reflect on their accomplishments 
  • How Taylor wrote “promise me this: that you’ll stand by me forever” and every band member she has ever had still speaks highly of her and defends her
  • “When they point to the pictures, please tell them my name” but now no one will have to because everyone knows who she is and will know who she is for a long time because of her accomplishments and effect on popular culture
  • “It was the end of a decade but the start of an age” Taylor literally had no idea how true this line would become 
  • HOW SHE ENDS THE ENTIRE ALBUM WITH “ONE DAY, WE WILL BE REMEMBERED”
Harry Styles - “Confessions” Part Six

I am back to … kill you? Read on to find out!!

Thank you @lovingstyles87 for the inspiration and ideas!

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five


Harry felt it, he knew things weren’t the same. The two of you returned to your home in London but it just wasn’t the same anymore. He sensed the way you would recoil a bit when he would touch you. He would walk up behind you while you did the dishes to pull you into his arms and you would use some excuse like you needed something from the other counter, or were finished, just to move out of his arms. 

He knew it wouldn’t be easy to get back to what the two of you used to have but some days you wouldn’t even look him in the eye. The kisses were short, the touches brief and the sex was non-existent. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t love him, you truly did, it was simply that every time he touched you or every time that you felt his lips on yours all you could picture was her. Now that you had a face to add to her after meeting her, it was easier to see the two of them together. Even though they hadn’t made a child together, they still had sex and you kept seeing it. You would fall asleep beside Harry and as soon as your eyes were shut it was there in your mind. 

You wanted to talk to Harry about this, you knew you should open up to him about how you were feeling but what could you say? ‘Oh hey, I still imagine you fucking that chick every time you touch me so that’s why I move away from you all the time.’? You just didn’t see that going well so you simply just tried to push all of those thoughts away. 

It was late one night, the two of you had been watching a movie when he slid closer to you and his lips found your neck. You tried so hard to lean into his touch, to let the sensation of his lips encompass you and take away all of those thoughts but as his large ringed hand rested on your thigh and slowly started to work it’s way up, you couldn’t do it. 

“I can’t, I can’t I’m sorry.” You breath and push him away before standing up. 

“What’sa matteh, love?” Harry questions, frowning up at you. You hated seeing that concerned look in those gorgeous green eyes so you shake your head and look away. “Love?” He stands then but you take a step back. You will the tears away and turn away from him. 

“I don’t know if we should have done this, Harry.” You whisper then, bringing your hand up to your mouth as your vision begins to swim and your chest begins to constrict. 

“Done wha’?” Harry’s voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as he asks this even though you could tell from the catch in his throat that he knew what you were referring to. “Will you jus’ look at me, please?” But you couldn’t, you couldn’t see that brokenhearted face that you had seen so much over the last couple of months. 

“I thought that maybe I could move past it, that maybe we could make this work but all I ever see when I look at you or when you touch me is her. I see you with her and it kills me every time.” You hang your head then, your hair falling in your face as a couple of tears finally slide down your cheeks. You ignore the warm tracks they leave and take in a deep breath, trying to steady the shuddering in your chest. 

“Don’ do this, love, please.” Harry moves over to stand behind you and lifts one of his hands, hesitant to touch you because he didn’t want you to recoil or get even more angry with him but he was aching to hold you in his arms, to wipe away the tears he knew were falling even without having to see your face. His chest felt tight knowing that once again, he had caused this. He did this to you, to himself but he also thought they were getting better, a little bit at least. 

“I think you should go, Harry.” You turn then, looking up into his shining green eyes. He had a furrow in his brow, a deep crease formed between them. “This was a mistake.” He stares at you for a few seconds, his chest beginning to heave but then instead of sadness or heartbreak, he felt the first sense of anger well up instead. 

“Okay,” He says quietly, taking a deep breath to contain his emotions. “I ge’ tha’ I messed up, bu’ I’ve done everythin’ I can to make up for it! I don’ know wha’ more I can do to make you see tha’ I love you, tha’ you were my life. Wha’ can I do to show you tha’?” His voice was steadily raising, the tears turning cold and angry on his cheeks as they fell. 

“Harry,” You start but it seems now that he had started, he wasn’t going to stop until he had said everything that he needed to. 

“I don’ know what more I can do. I’ve given you space, I’ve given you time. I haven’ pushed you to sleep with me. I even gave you the choice of me stayin’ somewhere else when we go’ back to London but you asked me to stay here!” You say nothing, knowing he had a point. He had driven you here from the airport with the intention of going to stay with his sister until he found somewhere else because he didn’t want to crowd or rush you but you had pulled him inside and asked him to say. “I gave you even more space and slept in the guest room bu’ you also came to me in there. Why? Why do all of tha’, why would you ask me to come back to our bedroom if you fel’ like this?” 

“I was hoping it would make me change my mind. I was hoping having you close again would make those thoughts go away. I love you, I’m in love with you, but I can’t help how I feel, Harry!” You yell back but the tears continue to flow down your cheeks. You watch as Harry shakes his head, his eyes full of disappointment and slight confusion, clearly conflicted on what the next step of this conversation should be. 

“Maybe we le’ this go on for too long.” He says this so quietly and his face changes. It crumbles as he comes to that realization. “If you can’ forgive me, I don’ know if I can keep tryin’.” He watches as more tears fall down your cheeks so he pulls you into his arms and holds you close as you bury your face in his chest and let out a sob. He kisses the top of your head, tears falling down his own cheeks. 

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, pulling back. He gives a small smile followed by a nod. “I don’t know if I actually want you to go. Maybe I just need more time.” You suggest but you see that he has clearly already made up his mind as he gives you a concerned look. He blinks a couple of times, trying to clear his eyes of tears and then releases you, stepping back. 

“I’ll be cliche here and jus’ say tha’ I’ll always love you, Y/N.” You watch, helplessly frozen to your spot, as he backs towards the door. “I’m truly sorry that I ruined us like this. I hope you find someone who won’ do this and hur’ you like I did.” Your face furrows in a deep frown followed by a sob making it’s way up and out of your chest. 

“I love you, Harry.” You whisper, giving him what you hoped looked like a smile but as more tears fell down your cheeks and another sob came out, you knew it probably didn’t come out that way. 

“Goodbye, Y/N.” With that he turns and you hear the front door open and then shut with a click a few seconds later. It was when you heard his Range Rover start in the driveway that it clicked that he was about to leave for good and that no matter what you felt towards the cheating, this hurt more. You would work harder on forgiving him, you just needed more time but he was about to leave, and it would be forever. 

“Harry!” You yell then and finally are able to rush towards the door. As you yank it open and run out across the porch, he was already backing out of the driveway. “Harry, don’t go!” But he gives you a sad look and a shake of his head and then he was gone. “Please.” You sob, falling to sit on the top step of the porch with your face in your hands.

This was it. He really was gone now and there was no going back. Harry was gone and out of your life.

BROKEN

“Sign on the dotted line and everything will be complete.” Your lawyer handed you a pen and you took it hesitantly.

You looked at the piece of paper that lied on the table in front of you. Once you signed it with your signature, your marriage to James Buchanan Barnes would be over.

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But what if Betty was new to town and she was a lone wolf just like Jughead? Can these two come together to help fix the damage done onto them by others?
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It was…. different.

The town was small. it was small and it was quiet, very different to the busy Harlem streets she was used to, it unnerved her. Nothing was supposed to be this perfect, she had learned perfection always came with a cost. What was the cost exactly? Well …she was gonna find out.

Her father had always said “mystery calls to you Elizabeth Cooper, you can either choose to answer it or leave it ringing.” Smiling at the thought of her father, she shifted the suitcase in her hands. He had been a good man, Loved her more than anything, and would do anything for his family. Which he did.

“Elizabeth?” She looked up at the sound of her mothers voice, she had a questioning look on her face and reached out to place a palm to her forehead “are you feeling okay? You look a little pale.”

Betty shook her mothers hand off
“I’m fine, just thinking.”

Her mother never pressed her, she had learned that the hard way a while back, it wasn’t wise to question Betty, it would just set her back and she would lose it. Sure maybe it was immature but she figured she deserved a little leniancy.

“Were here.” The beautifully put together blonde woman smiled at her equally beautiful daughter.
The house was huge, it was massive. Her eyes instantly zeroed in on the room up top with the bay window. She felt a hand being placed on her arm “you can have that room.” She smiled gratefully to her mom. Taking a deep breathe, she steeled her shoulders and gripped her suitcase
“Well, what are we waiting for?Ready to enter the belly of the beast?”

Rolling her eyes and smiling, Alice cooper led Betty through the doors. Looking around Betty felt herself smile for the first time in hours. The walls were a dreamy white and the furniture was rustic and beautiful, everything was simple and clean. It was perfect.
“Now I know, it’s very big for just the two of us, but you’re father wanted us to have it. We were all going to move in here together.. it’s what… I” choking up Alice took a deep breathe and excused herself, Betty knew that meant she needed to cry. Feeling the guilt rip her stomach, Betty ran up the stairs to look at her new room.

Shit.

It was huge and roomy, painted a light yellow, her favorite color. She closed her eyes and angled her head to the sky, swallowing a lump in her throat. He knew she would’ve wanted this room, he painted it for her, her drawings and paintings were hung on the wall in beautiful frames. Thank you dad.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she started unpacking her suitcase. She only had one suitcase for all of her things, they didn’t have much back home, all of her dresses and shoes fit into the one large rolling bag.

Suddenly she heard music from outside her window, her curiosity peaking, she looked through the shifty curtains. It was two boys, a redheaded one was facing her playing a guitar in the house directly across from hers and a dark haired boy facing away, all she could make out was the gray beanie. Great her neighbors were boys her age, she just knew her mother was going to want to introduce them. Suddenly the music stopped and the boys looked to be packing up, getting ready to go out she assumed.

As she continued unpacking, she pulled out her sketch book and pencils with an unenthused “ta da.” Gripping the book to her chest, she made her way downstairs.
“Mom I’m going out to explore, I’ll be home in a few hours.” She called Into the living room.

“Okay honey, try and make some friends!”

She rolled her eyes uttering,“ no promises” before she shut the front door.

Where should she go? What did people do around her?

After about twenty minutes of wandering she came across an old fashioned diner. Perfect. She could shack up in a back booth and work on some of her drawings.

As soon as she entered the diner, she spotted a familiar beanie. It was the boy next door. And he was…

Staring at her. Hard.

Choosing to ignore his gaze, she moved to the booth diagonal to his, he was typing on a laptop, a coffee by his side and his sleeves rolled up.
He really was quite attractive, his wavy long hair underneath that ridiculous hat, the piercing blue eyes she felt staring into her shoulder, and the absolutely sinful Lips.
Okay Betty, get a grip. She smiled to herself shaking her head slightly and moving back to her sketches.

Meanwhile Jughead was struggling to control his straying thoughts. Never had a girl stolen his attention like this, sure she was beautiful, actually she was absolutely gorgeous. All silky blonde hair, long tan legs and bright green eyes, but there was something else, something about her made it impossible to look away. She was the type of girl you write stories about, fortunately for him, he wrote stories more than he breathed.

Suddenly archie was sliding into the booth across from him “check out the new girl, she is something to look at right? I’m pretty sure she’s my new neighbor. The coopers. It’s just her and her mom.” Coincidentally the smell of gossip brought the one and only Veronica lodge to his once comfortably secluded booth.

“Total smoke show for sure. But rumor has it her dad was murdered in front of her. My sources tell me that’s why they moved here.” Veronica looked over to the blonde frowning. “Poor thing.”

Jughead hated rumors, they pissed him off, especially about the girl he felt an unexplainable connection with. “How do you even know anything about her Veronica? She moved here this morning, don’t go spreading rumors until you get it from the actual source. That girl.” He said with a nudge of his head.

Veronica was unphased by his icy tone, raising a brow “so that’s your type hmm? Well let’s go chat her up, shall we?” She stood and wiped her skirt as Jughead desperately tried to get her to stay
“Veronica! No! Leave her alone” he whispered panicked.

“Oh relax jugs, I’m just going to be polite.” And she was gone, already halfway to The beautiful blonde.

Both of the boys at the table watched as Veronica spoke to the mysterious new girl. About two minutes later she came back to the table smiling
Archie looked at her expectantly “so?”

She just smiled again “I asked her to come sit with us and she pretty much shot me down. No. not pretty much. She definitely shut me down.”

Jughead looked confused “and that’s making you smile because..?”

Veronica laughed “she’s awesome, totally reminds me of you Jughead, except for the fact that she seems like she’s totally cool, no offense. She said she preferred to work on her art alone, people were a distraction, but when she finished her sketches , she would come join us.”

Jughead glanced over at her again. He was the exact same way, whenever he was writing something new he had to have complete focus and silence.

After two burgers and four chapters, he felt a shift at the table. Looking up expecting to see Archie, he started speaking

“Dude, I don’t think…” his eyes caught on the beautiful bright green ones staring back at him and giggling.

“I haven’t been called dude in a very long time, I mean I’ll take it, but most people call me Betty.” She gently placed her sketch book on the table and jughead resisted the urge to grab it and flip through the pages.
Apparently he could no longer speak, that ability was now gone from his life.
She seemed to take his silence as a bad thing, and quickly started playing with her fingers
“Your friend.. Veronica? I think it was. She invited me to come sit, I totally understand if you’re busy, do you write?”

The simple question seemed to Knock him out of his stupor. “Uh.. yes. I write stories, I’m currently working on one regarding riverdales secrets.” He mumbled out

Her eyes lit up and she leaned over the table slightly “I’ve been wondering about all the things This little town has to hide. Can I read it when you’re done. I’m always down for a mystery.”
He smiled at her enthusiasm
“I’ll let you read it, if you let me look at your drawings” he said confidently.

She placed an open palm over her notebook and stuck her free hand out, wiggling her finger tips
“You got a deal….?”

“Jughead. Jughead jones.” He prepared himself for the ridicule that always came with his first name. But she just smiled warmly

“You got a deal Jughead jones”

As soon as their hands touched, he felt an unfamiliar tingle, no way , this was not some teen romance, this was riverdale. This was him.
He looked into her eyes to see if she felt it as well, sure enough she was staring at their joined hands wide eyed.

“Well look who’s getting all cozy. I told you Jughead, she’s just like you. Only cooler.”

Kevin, Veronica and Archie were all standing over the diner table and smiling at the pair, pulling his hand away he whispered for only Betty to hear

“Welcome to the Scooby gang Velma.”

The Signs During Summer Break
  • Aries: Throws like 50 pool parties
  • Taurus: Goes on a giant shopping spree just for summer clothes
  • Gemini: Goes to all of Aries's pool parties
  • Cancer: Talks about going out and making the most of summer but just ends up staying inside watching YouTube videos 80% of the time
  • Leo: Happy because now they have an excuse to show more skin and not get yelled at for it
  • Virgo: Goes out once, gets sunburned, never comes back out again
  • Libra: Freaks out because they ate too much during winter and now they have 2 weeks to lose 10 lbs
  • Scorpio: Crashes all of Aries's parties
  • Sagittarius: Having the time of their life. Doesn't spend a single day not doing anything.
  • Capricorn: Uses this as an opportunity to get shit done
  • Aquarius: Counts down the seconds until break begins. Goes on adventures with Sagittarius
  • Pisces: either spends the whole time sleeping inside all day or spends the whole time out with friends
Uptight

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

A/N: I was listening to Gorgeous by X Ambassadors, which is a song that always puts me in a fluffy mood, and I felt inspired. 

Prompt: While you worry about school, volleyball, graduation, mythical creatures, and your entire existence, Stiles only has one thing on his mind since coming back, and that is you. 

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“I mean honestly, like Lydia? Love her to death, I’d do anything for her. But if she beats me for valedictorian, I will cut her”. 

“Oh, you’re going to cut her”?

“Yes. I will seriously cut her”. 

“With what? Are you going to make a shank out of your mechanical pencil? Y/N this isn’t an episode of Orange is the New Black. You can’t just ‘cut’ people”. 

“Well fine then, I won’t cut her…. But baby, could I please borrow your baseball bat for a few days…. Just until results for valedictorian come out…”

“Y/N…. shut up”.

You could hear the joking tone in his voice, but still, Sties felt a nice elbow ram into his stomach which caused him to loosen his grip around your waist and keel over.

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Request: “Hi! I was wondering if you could write something based on the song 18 by Anarbor, with Sirius please, I don’t know maybe something about reader having parents with a really strict no dates until out of howarts rule but Sirius has been always in love with her but she not as much as him, every time I hear it I can’t stop thinking of how fitting it is! The reader could be a slytherin who parents obviously kind of disapprove Sirius so that why Sirius or reader want to piss them off. Also, your writing is beautiful. X”

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: smoking, drinking, implied smut

Originally posted by theunclaimedgeneration

Eighteen, crazy
pulled up in your daddy’s car
Should’ve seen this coming from a mile away
I know what you want from me

“So,” your father started, poking at his dinner, “are you going to meet up with your friends at the station tomorrow?”

You perked up at the mention, nodding, suddenly excited as you realised the break was finally over.

“Is that boy going to be there?” Your mother wiggled her shoulders, a cheesy grin spreading on her face.

“Boy?” Your father’s head popped up from the mashed potato he had been scuffing down. “What boy?”

“Oh honey did you fail to notice? (Y/n) was waiting with a boy when we went to pick her up after school finished.”

“No. Who is he?” Your father directed his severe attention to you now. “Pureblood, I hope.” He narrowed his eyes slightly.

“He is, actually.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you viciously stabbed your vegetables.

“Good, good.” He responded, eager to drift away from the conversation topic.

“What’s his name?” Your mother asked with raised brows, impatient to learn all the details.

The corner of your lip twitched as you twirled your fork. “Sirius.” No reaction from your father, who was now reading the headlines on his copy of The Daily Prophet. “Sirius Black.”

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clementinecastiel  asked:

How about a little fic where Rocket, Groot, and Tony are geeking out over the Iron Man suit (and Tony can totally understand Groot) while Peter stands off to the side in amusement/joy at the sight of his boyfriend and family being total dorks before joining them in the conversation or just standing behind Tony and wrapping his arms around him and snuggling up while listening to the nerdy engineers go at it?

A/N: This drabble doesn’t contain any plot spoilers for GOTG 2; however, it does spoil an after credit scene. Proceed with caution. 


“Not bad for something made on this backwater planet.” Rocket stroked his chin as he looked over the hologram blueprints for Tony’s latest Iron Man suit. He grabbed one of the suit’s arms and eyed the repulsor. “Could be better though.”

“Excuse you?” Tony said snidely, holding the tablet Peter had given him, which was loaded with as much information on the most badass technology in the universe.

Peter sat back in one of his boyfriend’s lab chairs, sipping what Tony swore was a recreation of the Squeezeit drinks he used to have in his lunchbox when he was a kid. He didn’t remember the drink being so sugary, and he was having a hard time drinking it now.

“I’m not saying you did a bad job. You did as good a job as you could have, considering all you had was crap.”

“I am Groot.” Groot never looked up from his video game. Groot used to be intrigued by Tony’s lab, but ever since Tony banned Groot from playing with anything flammable, Groot had taken to finding a corner in Tony’s lab and playing whatever handheld video game he had in his possession.

“Don’t you start with me, sapling.” Tony wagged his finger at Groot, smiling the whole while. He knew exactly what kind of reaction he was going to get out of the angsty teenager.

“I am Groot!”

“Right, right. You’re not a sapling. How about ‘sprout?’”

“I am Groot!”

Groot hunched his shoulders and glued his gaze onto his video game, refusing to talk to Tony anymore.

Tony chuckled. “Aw, c’mon. Don’t be like that.”

“And to think people call me an asshole. At least I’m not picking on kids.” Rocket picked up a screwdriver from one of Tony’s toolboxes and without any warning started taking apart the armor.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Tony flung himself over the top half of the armor. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Rocket shrugged. “What? I’m doing you a favor. I’m upgrading your armor.”

Tony shook his head. “Not without telling me in exact detail what it is you’re going to do.”

Rocket sighed. “Fine. Pull up a chair while I explain it to you, primate.”

Tony grumbled something that Peter was unable to hear from his location, but Tony did as Rocket asked and plopped himself in the nearest chair. Rocket then dragged the hologram showing the blueprint of the armor forward and had the hologram zoom in and out of pieces of the armor Rocket wanted to improve. At first he spoke slowly and deliberately, like he did with Groot when Groot was still young. However, once Tony started butting in with his own thoughts, Rocket picked up the pace, and soon the two were working on building a completely new suit of armor.

The sight of Tony working with Rocket–Peter’s family–warmed something in Peter. He felt like he was high, and he wasn’t going to come down from the rush anytime soon.

He set down his drink and walked over to Tony.

With the sound of his footsteps as his only warning, Peter wrapped his arms around Tony’s shoulder from behind.

Tony paused in what he was saying to look behind him. He smiled when he saw it was Peter.

Peter returned the grin, his happiness doubling.

“I am Groot,” Groot groaned and rolled his eyes.

“You’re going to have to learn about the birds and bees some time, kid,” Tony hollered at Groot.

Groot sneered. “I am Groot.”

Tony clutched Peter’s arm and laughed at whatever Groot had said.

The moment was pretty damn close to perfect, and Peter loved it.

i bought more washi tape recently smh someone RESTRAIN ME

THEYRE SO CUTE!! JELLYFISH!! CACTI!! WATERMELONS AND MAPLE LEAVES

 also look at that fucking long ass fox LMFAO