were they homeless

anonymous asked:

Your new ebook has already been debunked - because you are famous. Always easy to find women in that position. If you were homeless, broke and finding quality partners then your advice would be believable.

I was homeless living on welfare when I found FL and turned her into a social media celeb.

She was overweight, struggling with a raging ED still, in debt and out of shape. 

Some say that if she was 2016 FL at her peak then she would not have hooked up with me if I was homeless and broke but they are wrong. Robin was dead broke, homeless and not famous at all. Sure he was literally my biggest fan and copied everything I did so it made FL feel more familiar with him but that further ‘unbunks’ what you said. Does that make sense?

My advice is legit mate. When you lose your excuses you WILL find your results.

Ive got a chapter in the ebook for guys just like you. This ebook is going to BLOW some guys minds and make others want to hunt me down and burn me on my bamboo bicycle lol.

15 Trans People who Have Made History

I feel it is extremely important to know about the people in our community who came before us. Throughout history trans people have made history by acting as activists, advocates, and just by being themselves in a world at that against them. This list is by no means complete but the point is to highlight some of the trans people who have made history for our community. 

1) Frances Thompson: Frances was most likely the first trans person to testify before a congressional committee in the US. In 1866 she was a victim of the Memphis Riot. The riot occurred when a group of white men went into a neighbourhood where former slaves, such as Frances, lived. They burned buildings and attacked the former slaves. It was on this matter that she testified before the committee. Ten years later she was arrested for “transvestism.”

2) Lucy Hicks Anderson: Lucy was born in 1886 and began living as a woman a young age. She was first married in 1929 and then attempted to get married again in 1944.However, in 1944 her marriage was denied and she was accused of perjury for saying that she was a woman. After then she became one of the first fighters for marriage equality in America.

3) Marsha “Pay it No Mind” Johnson: Marsha is most known for being one of the leaders at the Stonewall Riot in 1969 however her involvement in the LGBT community stretches beyond that. She was the co-founder of S.T.A.R. which provided support and resources for homeless trans youth. She was also heavily involved in the Gay Liberation Front. She fought for LGBT rights and for people living with HIV and AIDS. She supported the community until her life was cut short in 1992 under suspicious circumstances.

4) Sylvia Rivera: Sylvia was also one of the leaders at the Stonewall Riots. At only seventeen years old she co-founded S.T.A.R. She was also a founder of the Gay Liberation Front. She spent a lot of time advocating for trans people, drag queens, and other people who were not included in the mainstream gay rights movement including fighting against the exclusion of transgender people from the Sexual Orientation Non-Discrimination Act in New York. She was an advocate for the community until her death in 2002.

5) Miss Major Griffin-Gracy: Miss Major was another leader at the Stonewall Riots in 1969 and the community in New York at the time. In the late 1970s she moved to San Diego and started grassroots movements such as working with a food bank to serve trans women who were incarcerated, struggling with addiction, or were homeless. During the AIDS epidemic she provided people with healthcare and organized funerals often one or more a week.  In 1990 she moved to the San Francisco area where she worked with many HIV/AIDs organizations. In 2003 she began working at the Transgender GenderVariant Intersex Justice Project where she works to help transgender women who have been imprisoned. She continues to work as an activist to this day.

6) Hiromasa Ando: Hiromasa was a professional speedboat racer in Japan and publically transitioned when he was given permission to start competing as a male in 2002 becoming the first openly trans person in the sport. He also is one of the first openly trans athletes in the world. 

7) Aya Kamikawa: In 2003 Aya made history when she became the first openly transgender person to be elected into office in Japan. She has also worked for the LGBT community both as a politician and before as a committee member for Trans-Net Japan.

8) Trudie Jackson: Trudie Jackson is a long-time activist for the LGBT and Native American Communities. She has worked with the ASU Rainbow Coalition, the Native American Student Organization, The National LGBTQ Task Force, and the Southwest American Indian Rainbow Gathering. She has been the recipient of numerous awards including the Equality Arizona Skip Schrader Spirit of Activism Award, one of the 2013 Trans 100, and Echo Magazine’s 2013 Woman of the Year. She is a huge advocate for the Native American trans community.

9) Kim Coco Iwamoto: When elected to the Hawaiian Board of Education in 2006 she held the highest office of any openly trans person in America. She served two terms on the Board of Education and is now a commissioner on the Hawaii Civil Rights Commission.

10) Diego Sanchez: Sanchez was the first openly trans person to hold a senior congressional staff position on Capitol Hill in America when he was appointed by Barney Frank in 2008.

11) Kylar Broadas: Broadas is an attorney, professor, and the first openly trans person to testify in front of the U.S. Supreme Court when he spoke in support for the Employment Non-Discrimination Act in 2012. In 2010 he founded the Trans People of Color Coalition.

12) Isis King: She became the first openly trans person to be on America’s Next Top Model in 2008. Her openess and involvement in the show and involvement in the show attracted a lot of both negative and positive attention. She has continued to work as a model, role-model, and advocate for transgender people. 

13) Blake Brockington: Blake first made headlines when he became the first openly transgender high school homecoming king in North Carolina. He was also an activist for the LGBT community, transgender youth and fought against police brutality. Sadly, Brockington lost his life at the age of 18 in 2015 after committing suicide.

14) Diane Marie Rodriguez Zambrano: She has been a human rights and LGBT rights activist in Ecuador for many years. In 2009 she sued the Civil Registry to change her name and set precedent for other trans people to be able to change their names. In 2013 she became the first openly trans person, or LGBT person, in Ecuador to run for office.

15) Ruby Corado: She is an activist born in El Salvador but living in America. She was involved in the Coalition to Clarify the D.C. Human Rights Act which was changed the act to include gender identity and expression. In 2012 she opened Casa Ruby which is the only bilingual and multicultural LGBT organization in Washington, D.C. She has been working for human rights for over 20 years.

Before she died I said to her “Sylvia (Rivera), it just drives me crazy when people say to me ‘now was Stonewall a gay rebellion or was it a transgender rebellion’”. And I told her “I just tell them yes”. “Sylvia, what do you say? What would you say if somebody says 'did you fight back that night because you were gay, because you were a self-identified drag queen, because of police brutality, because you were a sex-worker, you had to turn tricks in order to survive, because you were homeless, because you knew what it meant to go to jail, because you didn’t have a draft card when the demanded to you that night?” And I’ll never forget her answer it was so succinctly eloquent, she said: “we were fighting for our lives”. And the fact is that oppressions overlap in people’s life, as they do in this room. There are people in this room who are carrying heavier burdens of discrimination and oppression. There are people who had more dreams that have been deferred. There are people who have less opportunities, more doors slammed in their face. And that was true at the Stonewall too … But the fact is that when they all came together, shoulder to shoulder, to fight back against a common oppressor that night, they made history. Not in spite of their differences, but because they came to understand the need to fight together against a common enemy. And that was the most important lesson of the Stonewall rebellion for so many of us, that was the power of what we could do when we all came together.
—  Leslie Feinberg www.youtube.com/watch?v=yaRF0Ohb1mg

I’ve compiled a list of bughead fanfiction I’ve really liked for everyone in the bughead fam! don’t worry if your fic isn’t on here! this is a pretty small list(i read a lot) and i’ll probably make a p2, hope you enjoy xox. 

  • all in english.
  • most of the fics are on ao3 and some on tumblr. 
  • non completed fics will have *.  

smut 

  • you taste like strawberries by aplaceformyshipstoanchor -  Betty gets a job waitressing at Pop’s Diner and Jughead has no problem watching her work. When a situation at work gets sticky, Jughead has no problem helping Betty clean up. 
  • goldilocks by lusterrdust -  Her hair just does something to him.
  • touch me, tease me by lusterrdust -  Jughead is enamored with her, her blonde hair spilling over them like a lustrous curtain and enhancing the sounds of their breathing. He wants to declare his eternal love. He wants to pour out sonnets and ballads and write novels about every freckle on her skin, every blue shade in her eye. He wants to trace his fingers over every inch of her body until there’s no part he hasn’t memorized.
  • friends with benefits by heytherejones * 
  • third time’s the charm by septemberbeauty13 - “Oh God, get a room!” Cheryl said in passing, pushing past them to get to her locker. That was enough to push Betty into a fit of giggles, burying her head into Jughead’s chest. “You know,” Jughead whispered. “I don’t normally take advice from redheads but this is sound advice.”or Jughead and Betty try very hard to get a room. 
  • resplendent by lusterrdust - A bright light all her own, his shadows are drenched in her radiance. 
  • three words by lusterrdust - Betty is an addiction Jughead never wants to be rid of. 
  • stars by lusterrdust - Despite the gritty, gravelly exterior he presents to the world, Jughead is the epitome of sweet toward her. He’s tender and considerate and just the right amount of reticent to be endearing. And though she loves that about him, Betty’s not in the mood for slow and sweet. 
  • in distance by lusterrdust -  It’s the little things he notices that make him ache for her to come back home. 
  • camp stories by jugandbettsdetectiveagency -  Betty and Jughead end up sharing a tent when the core four go camping. 
  • close calls and getting caught by wordsonpages1 - four times Betty and Jug didn’t get caught doing inappropriate *things* and then the one time they did. 
  • up close and personal (part 1, part 2) by wordsonpages1 
  • they suck at being quiet by heytherejones

angst 

  • fall in light by sylwrites - She moved to New York to find herself, but as the saying goes: wherever you go, there you are. 
  • hotdog by burgerheadjones - “Easy, Hotdog! He’s family.” How Hotdog becomes Betty and Jughead’s family in every sense. Or, where we trace the life of Hotdog with Bughead.
  • the stacks by malmo722 * - After a senior prank goes wrong, River Vixen Betty Cooper is forced to complete community service at the Riverdale Public Library with high school outcast, Jughead Jones. Romance ensues. 
  • the unexpected by spxcewvlker - "She loved that she had found peace in his arms, and comfort in his glittering blue eyes. She loved him.“ In which Jughead helps Betty with her anxiety. 
  • beanie boy by bugheadandjughead * -  “You were lonely, homeless, broken. I just gave you a place to stay.” Beanie Boy Jughead and Good Girl Betty are in it together… until romantic feelings for each other bloom between them.
  • self conclusion by nopleasestayhere - Betty Cooper is sitting at the edge of a cliff, thinking about jumping, when Jughead Jones comes to do the same thing. Betty tries to talk him down. He gives her 48 hours to change his mind. Can they help each other? 
  • drown by lusterrdust - Loss… injustice…unfairness… it’s the ugly truth of life. There doesn’t have to be a reason or a person to blame. Sometimes, misfortune just is. 
  • i’ll wait for you by AGirlNamedWhiskey * - Betty Cooper just wanted to survive her Senior year, but after being coerced into covering an underground racing competition, against a rival school, she knew her life would never be the same. Especially, when she meets the infamous street racer, Jughead Jones. 
  • space and time by agirlnamedwhiskey * - After their abrupt breakup, Jughead Jones is on a mission to win back Betty Cooper. 
  • living with betty cooper by believe_that_you_can_my_friend  - Jughead Jones, facing the reality of having nowhere to stay anymore after the Drive-In gets shut down, finds temporary shelter at the Blue & Gold office. But what happens when an upset Betty Cooper catches him on the act? 
  • red sunrise by lusterrdust -  Lifting her hand up, her thumb twirls the band on her ring finger until the diamond digs into her pinky. She pushes the jewel against the skin until it stings, redirecting her emotional pain into the physical.

fluff 

  • once upon a coffee shop by javajunkie * -  Betty works at a coffee shop where Jughead is a regular customer. 
  • your eyes look like coming home by ariquitecontrary - Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones who have both seen the world in color since they met each other when they were two years old. Everyone always says that they’re so lucky to have met when they were so young, that they have their whole lives to be together and in love. There’s just one teeny tiny problem. Betty and Jughead hate each other. 
  • foldin’ clothes by birdlovesafish -  Jughead contemplates he and Betty’s situation and he does laundry. 
  • it happened one starry night by one_starry_night 
  • skin to skin by burgerheadjones * - Jughead Jones doesn’t know how the crimson crescents ended up on his palms.Betty Cooper is clueless when it comes to the messages on her arms.Soulmate AU where all the little marks and injuries belonging to Betty and Jughead start finding themselves on each other’s skin. 
  • drop in the ocean by lusterrdust - She can feel the tickle and scrape of coarse sand against their bare legs, but pays it no mind. Her focus is consumed with her boyfriend’s touch and the trail of heat his fingers leave against her skin. 
  • the exception to the rule by ShirlyGallagher 
  • do you believe in fate? by Jennimisk * - Is there such a thing as a coincidence? Or do we create our own reality because of the choices we make and the people that we let into our lives? Regardless of what you believe, sometimes you just need to be open to what the universe is throwing your way.This is a non-canon AU work based on Jughead and Betty during their college years. They have no prior relationship before meeting in Rome, Italy. 
  • dry run by Naoko Asakura - She drew a line and offered to let him cross it. 
  • lost and found by lusterrdust - Maybe as a seventeen-year-old, sneaking kisses with the blonde he’d been in love with at the time—maybe he’d had a thought or two of her as a mother; a boy’s fantasy of the blissful domesticity he never had. 
  • red lipstick by lusterrdust -  She pulls the passenger mirror down and wipes her red lipstick off, smudging the color across her skin and marking it in a way that reminds Jughead of bee stung lips after a kiss. 
  • to the first of many by jugandbettsdetectiveagency - Betty’s first Mother’s Day begins with a not-so-welcome wake up from Hot Dog. 
  • first apartment by peacelovebughead - A short series of one-shots of Bughead in their first apartment

series

  • break free and run by sylwrites - A Bughead college AU set in Boston; featuring Veronica and Betty as roommates, and Jughead living off campus with his dad. 
  • fall in light by sylwrites * 
  • like home by lusterrdust * 
  • bizarre love triangle by ficmuse * - When Jughead stumbles upon the yearbook from the Class of 1991, secrets are revealed that will forever alter how the teens of Riverdale view their parents.
Byun Baekhyun//Psych - Part 1

Originally posted by callmeminseok

Summary: After a month of being broke at college, you finally find a place to stay, but the only con is that there is nine other people you have to share a house with - one in particular who makes it his mission to irritate you at every turn - but they’re hiding something from you. Something big. (1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7)
Scenario: Werewolf!AU, college!AU, series
Word Count: 5,972

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pairing: Jimin x Reader

genre: angst | fluff | smut | au 

warnings: language

summary: who would’ve thought Park Jimin, one of the richest kids in the world, would fall in love with a homeless one?

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Affair of the Heart

Affair of the heart

Word count: 11.4k

Genre: smut, angst

You were in love with your roommate Hoseok. Jimin knows your secret and wants to help you make him jealous.

Happy Birthday to my world and sunshine! Im not trying to cry but I hope my angel has the best day ever!!


You got home, to your shared apartment, after your morning shift. You hated being a waitress but Sunday mornings did bring in a big crowd. You think people who just got out of church were supposed to be nice but no. Everyone is cranky and wants brunch. Either way people tipped you well this morning and you needed to go buy groceries for you and Hoseok.

Hoseok, you thought. You wondered if he was awake. It was about two in the afternoon so you figured not. You knew he went out for a night of drinking with his friends. You also knew he brought a girl home last night. Mostly because you could hear everything they had done last night, well technically this morning. His room was across from your room and down the hall, that’s how loud they were. You could hear the bed hit the wall, the way she was screaming out for him, it was all too much for you. Especially his moans, they sounded so dirty and needy. You just wished they were for you, aching for you. Here you were in the kitchen writing a grocery list and getting wet thinking about Hoseok moaning.

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Little Break ½ -Homeless Cat (Torasan & Chibisuke)

They were homeless cats.
These two are brothers, But these two are always fighting. Because they have to take the their personal place.
I have various difficulties. ..But these two are happy. Homeless cats are dependent on human beings.
I have a hope for many of them to be saved. and  I want to draw as many of them as possible.

寅さんとちびすけ。 彼らは兄弟で、元々野良猫でした。今も陣地取りの習性で常に喧嘩しています。 どちらかというと寅さんの方が意地っ張りのような…あとから来たちびのことを認めていないようなところがあります。私は育てるのは大変だなぁと思うことが多いですが、、(^^; 彼らは幸せです。
野良猫たちは人間に依存して生きています。一匹でも多くが幸せでいることを願ってやみません 。
そして私は今後もできるだけ可能な限り彼らの多くを描いて見たいと思う。

SJW: “Here’s $20″

Homeless man: “Thank you.”

SJW: “Thief! help police I’m being robbed!”

Homeless man: “But you gave it to me.”

SJW: “I decided as I was giving it to you that I changed my mind so when you took it you were stealing it.”

Homeless man: “What…You could have just said you changed your mind and I wouldn’t have taken it.”

SJW: “I don’t have to tell you I changed my mind you dirty thief, you should have asked me again if it was okay or just don’t accept money at all.”

Homeless man: “I…what…the fuck. Are you insane?”

SJW: “Hello police I’d like to report a robbery.”

Happier - Jughead Jones

Request: Hi there! I’ve been obsessed with Happier by Ed Sheeran lately. I was wondering if maybe you could do one where Jughead and the Reader broke up and Betty and Jug are together and maybe the readers a singer and she sings the song at a show or something? Thank youuu 💕💕 You writing is amazing btw

@satanwithstardust also wrote a fic based on this song, you should go and read it because she’s bae kthxbye :3 oh and uhh this goes out to… my mother! @betty-coopers-number-one-stan 

Warnings: saddish :c

Hope this was okay, and thank you so much!

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It had been a month and you still found yourself huddled up in your duvet, trying to keep your mind off of recent events by listening to Hamilton and Divide on repeat. Said recent events included a certain boy who’s name used to make your cheeks heat up and your smile bloom wide. 

Currently, the name sent a spear of repentance, grief and anguish through you, practically embedding itself in your heart so you could hear it tear in two.

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March 9th 1945: Bombing of Tokyo begins

On this day in 1945, the bombing of Tokyo by the United States Air Forces began. There had been raids by B-29 bombers since November 1944, but this was one of the most destructive in history. The raid on the night of March 9th saw 334 B-29s take off in Operation Meetinghouse, with 279 of them dropping around 1,700 tons of bombs. 16 square miles of the Japanese capital were destroyed, around a million were left homeless and around 100,000 people died as a result of the firestorm. Tokyo saw many raids such as this, with over 50% of Tokyo being destroyed by the end of the Second World War. However the firebombing on the night of March 9/10th was the single deadliest air raid of the war; the immediate deaths were higher than seen at Dresden, Hiroshima or Nagasaki as single events.

“Killing Japanese didn’t bother me very much at that time… I suppose if I had lost the war, I would have been tried as a war criminal…. Every soldier thinks something of the moral aspects of what he is doing. But all war is immoral and if you let that bother you, you’re not a good soldier.“
- Curtis LeMay, the American general behind the firebombing campaign

talesfromcallcenters: "I'm totally not a sex-offender. Oh, my social is [social.] What do you mean, you found my profile and you know I'm a sex offender?"

(*During my job at 211, I worked with a few sex offenders who were homeless and needed a place to stay. There are three different types of sex offenders in Ohio, tier 1, tier 2, and tier 3. The gentlemen in the story was a tier 3 sex offender.)

Me: “Thanks for calling [agency] how can I help you today?”

Man: “I need a place to stay.”

Me: “OK, what’s your full name please?”

Man: “It’s [not his name.]”

Me: “OK.” Not knowing the man, I pull up nothing in the database. Me: “Sorry, I’m not finding you. Can I have you repeat the spelling of your last name?”

Man: “Sure, it’s [still not his last name.]”

Me: “OK, let me check one more thing. Can I have your social please?”

Man: “Sure, it’s [number.]” Pulls up profile

Me: Reads profile: all info is erased but social and name, and all information is replaced with: TIER 3 SEX OFFENDER, BANNED FROM ALL SHELTERS. He would still be allowed at the winter shelter, but that was not yet open.

Me: “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid that we don’t have any shelters open that you can attend—”

Man: “I’m NOT a sex offender!”

Me: Blinks “I’m sorry?”

Man: “I’m not a sex offender! I need a place to stay. I’ve stayed at name of shelter before.”

Me: “Just a moment.” I put him on hold and called the shelter he’d stayed at before. It had just been a day. It turns out he’d lied to the first rep who had gotten him, but the shelter had somehow found out the truth and immediately evicted him, as the *shelter was near a school.**

Me: “I’m sorry, but we can’t serve you at any of our current locations, and our winter shelter won’t open for several more months now. I can try and—”

Man: “No! I need a SHELTER! I am not a sex offender. She deserved it!”

If it had hit me with what he’d said, I’d have terminated the call there, but at that point I was used to strangeness, so nothing phased me for good and bad. Me: “I understand that, sir, but we don’t have any options HERE–”

Man: Click.

[He called back several times, getting multiple people. Each time he would refuse any other resources, swear he was someone else, and would give his correct social. He always seemed amazed when we found him in our database.]

By: writeandknow

anonymous asked:

do you think dark!remus still has his remus-y traits? does he also turn children or?? i'd love to read a list of your hcs for dark remus if you're ever bored!

(( OOC: Ooookay… I just came up with Dark!Remus on the fly, mostly because I wanted to do Remus with Tattoos and shit… So I’m completely bullshitting here…. let’s see how this goes. 

Remus is taken at the age of five, and raised in a small pack that is overseen by Fenrir outside of his home. Fenrir isn’t involved a lot with the raising of the kids, he just “takes care” of the pack in general, stops in every once in a while, uses them when he needs them, and makes sure that the caregivers raise the children the way he wants them to be raised. 

Most of the individuals in the pack are either people that were turned and fell out of touch with society at a young age, or people that were easy prey (homeless, runaways, etc.) Because of this the children receive a very limited education. 

On top of that, the pack, being made up of so many random victims thrown together for the sake of survival, suffers from a lot of internal contention. When Fenrir is not around, it’s hard to maintain order or civility. There are kind hearted wolves mixing with selfish, and sometimes dangerous wolves, making Remus’s childhood very unstable. 

Remus learns to survive through depending on his street smarts and basic survival skills. He is raised to believe that witches and wizards are cruel, vicious, and that they want him and his kind dead. He grows up isolated, hidden from the wizarding world, and that causes him to fear it. The only interaction he has with people outside of the pack is through hunting. 

Unlike Fenrir, the children’s main caregiver (who joins the pack when Remus turns eight) never gets the children involved in hunting. He is a kind man that was turned at a later age, and has compassion for humans.  

Remus hears little snippets about the wizarding world from this man, and grows curious. He and the caregiver become close, the caregiver sharing his knowledge with Remus and expanding the young man’s horizons. As Remus grows older, he begins to help with raising the kids, sharing his caregivers pro-wizarding-world ideals with them. His curiosity begins to peak, and soon he finds himself wanting to interact with the wizarding world. 

Unfortunately, Fenrir finds out about the caregiver’s empathetic feelings towards humans (and the fact that he keeps the children from hunting humans) and the man disappears from the pack. 

Fenrir, determined to do damage control, takes over leading Remus’s pack, and the following moon he takes Remus and a few of the older kids on their first hunt. Remus ends up getting too close to the city and attacking a young woman, and when he comes to she is turning, but doesn’t survive the transformation, and ends up dying. Remus is mortified by the experience and refuses to eat for days after, terrified that the meat being served is human. 

Fenrir realizes how much of an impact the caregiver had, and turns to manipulation and fear in order to get his “little ones” back on track.  

Remus, being older, is not as easily swayed, and Fenrir turns his attention to the rebellious wolf. He forces him on hunts, and punishes him when he doesn’t submit… determined to shape him. 

This causes Remus to push back harder, his resentment and fear towards Fenrir causing him to draw closer to the wizarding world. 

Fenrir then decides to switch tactics, making him his “right hand man”… giving him special treatment. Remus becomes more compliant, since the pack is the only life he knows and he fears leaving it, but Fenrir isn’t satisfied with compliance. 

He decides to give his “pup” a reason to fear and hate wizards, and ends up dragging Remus into the wizarding war, showing him the worst of humanity, and the atrocities that they commit on “monsters” like them. Remus starts to find himself slipping back into submission, his fear of wizards growing and overcoming any empathy he had felt for them. 

Fenrir then tests the waters and starts to send Remus out on specialized hunting missions… going into the cities to “collect” victims… instead of feeding off of the “scraps” on the streets. Fenrir wants the wizarding world to fear them… and the way to do that is through targeting the youth… the young soldiers that will be joining the war soon.

Take away the youth and the hope goes with it.  

Remus, having been educated about the wizarding world by the caregiver, is trained and sent in to lure young adults out of bars, to interact and smile and appeal to them, and then take them or turn them…

… You guys can imagine where this is going. ;) ))   

Jujube Jones || Jughead Jones

Prompt: 42 with jughead jones the third please

42.) “Stop being so cute.”

A/N: This is probably not what you had in mind when you submitted the “Stop being so cute” prompt, but I hope this super long and fluffy fic makes up for it! 

Gif by @nessa007

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If someone told you four years ago that when you turned sixteen you would be five months pregnant with your best friend’s baby you would’ve laughed in their faces. Young you probably would’ve made a judgmental remark saying that you weren’t like “those River Vixens” and that although you loved Jughead, you and he could never be more than best friends.

Well, one night changed that.

It was a typical movie night for the two of you. Watching the classics, eating popcorn. You didn’t know who initiated it. You didn’t know who kissed who first. The next thing you knew was that the two of you had made your way upstairs to your bed and that clothes were coming off. You knew that this wasn’t right. The two of you were best friends. You couldn’t do this.

But how could something so wrong feel so right?

The both of you agreed it was a mistake immediately afterwards. Agreed to never talk about it again. Agreed that as far as the two of you were concerned, it never happened. It hurt you. You thought that you and Jughead had something there. A connection. But you couldn’t tell him how you really felt. You couldn’t hurt the relationship more than the two of you already had. Jughead felt the same way, although he never voiced his true thoughts either. He was Jughead after all. The friendship was more than a little awkward after that but the two of you managed. For a few weeks at least. Around six weeks after the two of you had sex, you started feeling fatigue. You got violently ill almost everyday. You thought it was just a stomach bug until you missed your period.

You immediately told Betty and Veronica about your suspicions. They told you that you needed to take a pregnancy test as soon as possible. While Betty stayed with you and tried to calm you down, Veronica was kind enough to go to the convenience store and buy the test for you. She said that she had been in your place before and that it was probably just a scare, like hers.

She was wrong.

As you stared numbly as the positive pregnancy test, you knew that your life was forever changed. You already made your decision about what you wanted to do. The next step was to tell Jughead and your parents.

Betty told Jughead. From what he told you later, it had just slipped out. She didn’t have any malicious intentions. You knew she didn’t, but it didn’t stop you from being angry with her for a good month or so. He had come over to your house the day after you took the test, tears in his eyes. Immediately you saw he was terrified of being a dad. The situation about what happened to his mother and sister and having a deadbeat dad involved with the Southside Serpents didn’t help either. Jughead vowed that he would never leave you to do this on your own and promised to help in any way he could. When you told your parents, they were furious. Without another word, they kicked you out. Now you and Jughead were both homeless, expecting a baby in approximately seven months.

Fred Andrews came to the rescue. He had found out from Archie that the two of you were homeless and found a little two-bedroom trailer near the edge of his construction site and got to work on fixing it up. He even offered Jughead a job, which Jughead accepted immediately, giving him work after school and on the weekends. In the meantime, Hermione Lodge had found out about your situation from Veronica. She swooped in, scheduling all your doctor’s appointments for you and paying for all of them (“It takes a village to raise a child, Y/N.”) She even convinced Pop to give you an after-school and weekend job after the baby was born. But most surprisingly of all, it was the Coopers, specifically Alice Cooper, the Alice Cooper, that offered to babysit for free when you and Jughead were at school. Why? You didn’t know. But you had a feeling it had something to do with making up for lost time with Polly in her youth.

Since the trailer Fred fixed up had two bedrooms, and one of them was being used for the baby, this made your and Jughead’s relationship complicated. In the beginning, the two of you agreed to sleep together, but not together. You weren’t a couple. You had also originally agreed to platonically co-parent when the baby arrived, wanting to stay as friendly with each other as you could. You weren’t going to repeat Jughead’s parents’ mistakes.

As time progressed, you began to fall more and more in love with Jughead. You knew it was a dangerous path you walked on, knowing that he didn’t like you back. As your due date got closer, the two of you started fighting more. It wasn’t like the two of you were angry at each other, but you were stressed and you just happened to be taking it out on each other. After one particularly bad screaming match, you had started crying uncontrollably, the stress becoming too much to handle. To your surprise, Jughead began to cry too, apologizing to you over and over again even though it wasn’t his fault. Whether it was the hormones or whatever, you had kissed him impulsively. He had kissed you back and the next thing you knew, you were on your bed.

So much for platonically sleeping together.

Afterwards, rather than lying again and saying the sex (again) was a mistake, you decided to be bold and told Jughead you loved him. After Jughead was silent for what seemed like an eternity, he said that he loved you too. That he had since he was a kid. More tears followed and you never screamed at each other again.

Forget the platonically sleeping together, so much for platonically co-parenting.

Jujube Forsythia Jones, named after your and Jughead’s favorite candy and Jellybean Jones’s real name (“For God’s sake, we don’t even know if it’s a girl, Jughead! And if it is, we’re not naming her Jujube Jellybean Jones! One candy is enough! Just use Forsythia!”) was born on a unusually cold and rainy spring day. Jujube’s (nicknamed Julia by you and everyone else except Jughead) birth was pretty uneventful which you were thankful for. Everything was relatively calm (thank whoever was up there for the epidural) and everyone didn’t panic (the exception being Jughead). When Julia was laid in Jughead’s arms for the first time, you saw the wall that he had built up over the years come crumbling down. He immediately adored her. Julia was his everything. When she cried, Jughead was immediately up and ready to attend to her every whim. She was a daddy’s girl. She was also the spitting image of him, with his hair and smile. But she had your eyes, making her a beautiful mix of the two of you. Everywhere she went, people melted. Even Cheryl liked her. (“I guess you’ll make a good River Vixen someday.”) You had never seen Jughead look so horrified at such a prospect before in your life.

You sighed as you remembered all the craziness that had went down in the last three years. You looked over from behind the counter at Julia who was in a booth, drawing with some old crayons and printer paper from Sheriff Keller’s office. Julia was an unusually well-behaved toddler. You had been waiting for the terrible twos to hit but at 2 ½, she was still relatively relaxed. That meant you were waiting for the hell that would come from the fearsome fours. Despite this, when you were working, you always made sure to check on her to make sure she wasn’t causing mischief. She never was. All she did was draw. Although it was just scribbles now, you knew she would be a great artist one day.

The bell tinkling of the front door brought you out of your daydream and you looked up, smiling at the person who walked through it.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Jughead said, closing the distance between you and giving you a quick kiss, the counter the only thing between the two of you. “Got held up at work.”

Hearing her father’s voice, Julia looked up and beamed.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed

Jughead’s smile widened when he saw his daughter.

“Hey, Juju,” he kneeling down to pick up the little girl, holding her tightly against him as she rested her head on his shoulder. He pretended the toddler was heavy, and groaned, acting as if she was nearly impossible to lift.

“You’re getting too big for me to carry, Jujube.” he said, standing up, Julia’s head still resting on his shoulder.

Julia lifted her head, her little black pigtails bouncing, and looked at her father.

“I’m not getting bigger! Aunt Betty said I’m getting cuter.” she proclaimed.

Jughead snorted.

“Yeah, well, stop being so cute. It’s not healthy.” he said, touching his nose to hers, giving her a little eskimo kiss.

Julia giggled and Jughead turned his attention back to you.

“You ready to go?” he asked, putting down the little girl.

You nodded as you took off your apron, looking up at the clock. It was 6 pm, the end of your shift.

“Yeah.” you said as you waved your goodbyes to Hermione and Pop, joining Jujube and Jughead as the three of you walked out the door, you and Jughead holding on to Julia’s little hands.

Your little family.

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A/N: That was my all-time favorite fic to write. I hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :) Let me know what you thought!

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Badass females personalities masterpost (add more if you want to)
  • Female badass that just sits back and watch men fight for her and avoids getting her hands dirty, but knows what to do when she has to 
  • Little girl from a small town who plays angel to everyone around her, but not only runs out to hook up at night but can protect herself just fine with or without a gun
  • Overconfident business woman who takes the word “bitch” as a compliment
  • Hot mercenary girl who would rip your head off if with you even considered touching her and has already proved her point many times
  • High school girl who’s always reading a book and is taken as introvert and bookworm, but is actually pretty arrogant and is not afraid of saying that she doesn’t talk because no one is interesting enough
  • Smart cheerleader girl who took fighting and acting classes as a child, and can literally smile normally while breaking your arm
  • Daughter of a criminal who is 100% done with her father shit and just walks out of the whole thing, and when he comes after her she makes it very clear that she’s gone for good
  • Robin Hood girl who steals from the rich and gives to the poor
  • Still on the Robin Hood subject, a girl who doesn’t even react if you tease or pick on her, but if you mess up with the weaker ones she’ll make you go home crying like a baby
  • A business woman who doesn’t want a family and doesn’t give a flying fuck if others think she won’t ever be a “complete women”
  • A mother who gave up her career because her child was more important and does’t give a flying fuck if that makes her someone who settled
  • A woman who somehow found a way of having a career and a child and is pretty good at working and mothering
  • A farm hunter girl who is pretty sweet and nice until she gets a crossbow on her hand
  • The girl who never said a word her entire life but somehow is on the top of her career
  • Confident woman who won’t stand failure and fights for everything she wants
  • Pretty girl with no academic knowledge but wiser than anybody else
  • Old woman with lots of tattoos and piercings and a colored hair
  • A medium girl that everyone thinks is crazy until she quote exactly what your dad said when you were three years old
  • Homeless girl who at some point turned her life around and got a job and a shared apartment and is generally really sweet, but if you push her around the edge her wild personality will come up
Yoongi Scenario: Cold Water.

Request: Hi, so i hope you can do this story for me, i want a yoongi scenario with him being my boyfriend and he helps through depression, like he helps when i have a panic attack or when i feel i can’t breathe.. it’s really angst but i really want this scenario with him. She doesn’t want to burden him but also wants his help and he is very supportive boyfriend. Thank you girls

Genre: Angst / Fluff.


You closed your eyes tightly as another thought came to your mind, like by closing your eyes to the world you could do the same with what happened with the images your brain formed, only that you had to try twice, thrice as hard.

They were like arrows, penetrating your mind with a sharp edge of venom,  they also tended to come without warning, even when you were doing the simplest things such as cooking a meal, while at work or when watching tv with your boyfriend, it didn’t matter where you were or what you were doing, the thoughts came to you making your stomach shrink and suddenly whatever you were doing faded away as you tried to fight back and calm down. 

If you thought that your life didn’t have an accurate course and you were going to end up homeless, then you tried to think that you were doing everything in your power to not end up like that, you worked hard and were cautious, it shouldn’t be like that, even if right now you weren’t doing what you studied for, you told yourself that you would see the end through this and your dreams would be fulfilled. But it wasn’t that easy. 

Because technically your life could go down to shit at any moment.

You closed them tight again and felt a hand intertwine with your fingers to then give it a squeeze. Yoongi slid closer until his nose was brushing your ear, silently he held your hand, letting you feel his body closer. His soft breathing tickled your ear but you didn’t mind, if anything it was relieving, you were there with him, your life wasn’t what your fears pictures it to be.

-Hey- he whispered after some minutes. -Don’t let it get to you- he said before he kissed your cheek, so tenderly like you could disappear if was too rough, Yoongi was so loving it made you want to cry.

You didn’t deserve him, he didn’t deserve this.

Again you closed your eyes and you felt that squeeze in your hand. -You want to share?- he said after another couple of minutes.

-No, I’m ok- you whispered turning to him, giving him a kiss to then accommodated your face at the crook of his neck. 

He just held you close, not insisting or pressing you to talk, Yoongi was gentle like that, your silence wasn’t pregnant with unsaid things, it was if anything reassuring that you could talk whenever you were ready, and that he was going to be there to listen, holding your hand and keeping you close.

-It’s ok if you have some other thing to do Yoongi, I’m fine- it was a bit of a lie but also felt it was unfair to him to be here, even if you wanted him to stay.

You felt him kiss the top of your head. -Nah, I’m free today, let’s take a nap-
That made you smile, the king of napping you’d call him since he’d take a nap literally anywhere, so you snuggled more to him, his presence easing you to sleep.

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World Behind My Wall

Jughead x Reader

The reader has built up walls around her heart, but Jughead is determined to break them down. Based on the requested song: World Behind My Wall by Tokio Hotel

Warnings: Mentions of abusive parenting, homelessness

Wordcount: 2,775

A/N: I’m a terrible person.


they’re telling me

it’s beautiful

i believe them

but will I ever know

Dreams are a funny thing. They either show you what you want to see, or something you never want to experience. You weren’t exactly sure where Jughead Jones fit into the equation, but he was there nonetheless.

You hadn’t known Jughead that long either, truth be told you’ve only had one, maybe two conversations with him about schoolwork, but your brain must have taken a liking to him because every night, there he was.

It was the same every night. You and him would be looking up at the stars, and he would lift his hand and point to the brightest one.

‘That one was made for you,’ he would say, ‘the light in the darkness.’

I couldn’t seem to keep ahold of anything else from the dream, except that moment.

You didn’t really mind being asleep all that much, it was better than being awake.

A part of you felt like it was fate, that maybe these dreams were because you were connected spiritually or maybe you were even soul mates.

Or then it also might just be because you’re sleeping where he was just a few weeks ago. That’s right, you were homeless. Well, you could probably go stay with your aunt and uncle, but they lived all the way across town, and you would have to go to a different high school and that was not an option. Rumour had it is that Jughead was staying under the stairs for a while after the drive-in closed, until he went to go live with his best friend Archie. It seemed too perfect that your parents had to be assholes at the exact same time an abandoned place opened up right in the middle of the school.

Not even a day after Jughead had gotten all of his stuff out, you moved in.

It had been a long time coming, though, even you had to admit. Your parents weren’t the best, always out late, always working, always drinking. They never seemed to be sober anymore, always ignoring their real problems. They had probably cheated on each other so many times they lost count. They were emotionally abusive, picking on you for every little thing you did wrong in their eyes. Only problem was, you never knew which version of a parent you were going to get, so it was impossible to please them all the time. You had started staying out later to avoid them, your grades dropped to B’s and C’s instead of A’s because of your busy schedule, and when you came home with a tattoo on your 18th birthday that you had been talking about for the past three years,  they about lost their shit, and said that they didn’t know you anymore. They said if that’s the way you were going to repay them for everything they had done for you then you might as well leave, so you did.

You didn’t have very many friends, at least none that you were extremely close to that you could ask to stay with as you just genuinely tried to be nice to everyone, and you very well didn’t want to live on the streets, so the school closet it was. It was four walls, and that’s all you needed.

You woke up early, just like every day for the past two weeks, to shower and get dressed before the rest of the school arrived. You stop your alarm clock for the 5th time and drag yourself out of bed. You grab your shampoo and towel and open the door. You’re still rubbing your eyes, when you run face first into a wall.

You step back to orientate yourself, when you realize that there wasn’t a wall there, there never had been. You open your eyes all the way to see none other than Jughead Jones staring back at you.

“Uhm.. hi.” is all you manage to mutter out, not sure what to do. You’re basically a deer in the headlights.

“Who are you?” he asks, dumbfounded.

“I’m (Y/N), the new homeless person living under the stairs! Didn’t you hear? The front desk is renting it out, 10 bucks a night!” you exclaim, trying to make light of the situation. Making fun of yourself and laughing at things is how you’ve learned to deal with everything, because as long as people were laughing with you they wouldn’t be laughing at you. (Y/N) was your name and sarcastic humor was your game.

“What?” he asks, not really getting the joke.

“I’m Harry Potter, I’m living the dream, pretend you never saw me.” you tell him, turning towards the showers to try to make a speedy exit.

“Oh no you don’t.” Jug says, grabbing your arm before you make it too far, “I know this routine all too well.”

“What routine?” you play dumb. You were a very observant person, always listening to things happening around you. Archie and his gang were famous around here, or at least that’s what it seemed like. You couldn’t help it if you got to school early every day to avoid your parents and just so happened to overhear his conversation with Archie about his living situation. It was all timing and coincidences.

“Are you living here?” he asks, an odd look of concern in his eyes.

“Yeah, the last guy couldn’t keep up with rent, so I thought it was a steal.” you joke, cracking a small smile.

He doesn’t say anything, he just stares at you, no smile. It’s completely silent in the hall, and you swear that if a pin dropped, you would be able to hear it. Your smile disappears.

“All right, all right, I get it. ‘But (Y/N) can’t you go home? Don’t you have family? It would be so much better if you could just get along with your parents,’” you mimic, “I don’t have time for this. I have to shower before the sane people who get to wake up at normal times start arriving.” you tell him, finally taking your arm away from his grip.

You walk away from him, not turning around, because you know that if you did, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from telling him everything.

That night you lay down to sleep, hoping that he will be there to greet you.

one day i will be

ready to go

see the world behind my wall

Lunch time was the only time you could be alone. You enjoyed the time, being able to sit and observe others, make up stories about what’s going on in their minds. You always imagined that their lives were actually put together. You loved to daydream. Sometimes you would sit and observe and daydream about having a best friend, someone to rely on. Of course, you had a few friends, you were nice to everyone, but you were always someone’s second choice. All of your friends seemed to have better best friends. A best friend and a not shit family was the most prominent thought in your mind, and so that’s what your daydreams consisted of.

You pick at your food, unable to eat most of it from the cafeteria. You had been getting free meals since you can remember, your parents not bothering to fill out any paperwork. The school just assumed you were poor, but it was food, so you couldn’t complain.

You’re in the middle of making up a story for a couple sitting on a blanket under a tree when a figure appears in front of you, casting a shadow over your face and blocking the view.

“Hey, this is quality TV, what are you doing?” you tease, motioning for them to move. Only when your eyes move up to meet theres do you realize that it’s Jughead Jones.

You roll your eyes, managing to smile slightly at the look he’s giving you. It’s almost like he was a disappointed, concerned husband.

He didn’t say anything, only sat down and started to eat his lunch. Since he didn’t respond you just kind of stare at him, and then look around to see if any of his friends are in this lunch period, and sure enough: Betty and Ronnie, Archie, and Kevin are all there.

So why was Jughead sitting with you?

Maybe he just wanted to be nice, because after all, he did just discover you the other day living in a closet in the school. This was probably his way of trying to be nice to you or something, so you let it pass. It was probably nothing in his eyes anyway.

At least, that’s what it seemed like for the first day.

Every day for a month, Jughead would come and sit by you. He wouldn’t say a word, he would just sit at lunch to keep you company. He also didn’t tell anyone about your living situation. He didn’t report it to the school, and he certainly didn’t tell his friends. Every now and again they would look over at where you were sitting with Jug and you knew they were probably talking about you both, but oddly enough you didn’t care.

Every night for that same month, Jughead would appear in your sleep.

‘That one was made for you,’ he would say about the star, ‘the light in the darkness.’

It was getting cooler out, and on a nice autumn day you had decided to finally ask him why.

Why did he sit with you?

You got to the table a little early that day, the crummy food from the cafeteria getting cold on your tray already. You anxiously look around, pulling your sleeves down over your hands.

You watch the same couple from under the tree, making up a new story than the one from yesterday and the day before. A familiar figure soon blocked your view.

“Hey, this is quality TV.” you would always say, his cue to sit down across from you, which is exactly what he did.

You sit in silence for a few minutes, picking over your tray once more.

You finally glance up, only to see him looking back at you. Did he always do that?

“So.. uhm..” you start, unsure of what to say. You’d been daydreaming about telling him for so long now that it was the real deal you weren’t exactly sure how to say it.

He just  looks at you with expectant eyes, his mouth pinned in the straight line it always was. His hair curled perfectly underneath his signature beanie.

“Why are you sitting with me?” you blurt out, flinching at your own words. Your voice didn’t sound like yours at this time of day, you rarely use it.

“Hm?” he questions, raising his eyebrows.

“Why have you been sitting with me all this time? For the past month you’ve come here every day and just sat with me, not saying anything, I might add, and for what? Your friends are right over there, why sit with me?” you ramble, trying to avoid eye contact. Despite sitting with him every day you really didn’t know anything about him.

“I figured you might need some company. Someone to talk to, when you were ready. I figured, why keep thinking about it, when I could just do it? So I did.” he states plainly.

You’re speechless for a minute, not sure of how to respond. Your normal humor wouldn’t work, that seemed like such a genuine response.

“Well, I think I’m ready.” you say, finally looking in his eyes. You weren’t sure, but you were almost positive that you could see a hint of a smile playing on his lips as you both took a sigh of relief.

i’m ready to heal

i’m ready to feel

You tell Jughead everything. You tell him about your parents, your non-existent friends. Hell, you even tell him about the struggles of living in a cabinet under the school.

He just nods, listening to everything. He doesn’t judge, and seems to show interest in every detail of your woes.

When you are finally finished, he just looks at you for a minute, blinks a few times, and says, “Let me take you to Pop’s after school.”

You couldn’t say no, it’s not like you had any real obligations to attend to after school.

You smiled, excited at the possibility of an actual dinner.

The bell rings before you can respond.

He meets you out front right at the end of school, a smile on his lips as you walk down the steps.

“For a minute I thought you wouldn’t come.” he says as you begin the trail to Pop’s.

“And miss food? Are you insane?” you say with a chuckle. Your arms are swinging lightly in the wind, feeling free as you’re not confined to the small four walls you were used to.

He just smiles, shoving his hands in his pockets, his shoulder bag behind his back. He starts kicking rocks along the road, trading off and even letting you kick some.

This continues the entire way there, giggling and laughing like you haven’t done in years.

In no time your at Pop’s, ordering burgers  and milkshakes.

“I have a question.” you say, getting his attention. He has his laptop out, typing away.

“Hm?” he raises his eyebrow, the cue to continue talking.

“How did you know?” you look him dead in the eyes, the question burning in the air.

“I had a dream about it. About someone under the stairs. A girl. You.” he states, glancing up for only a moment, “I had to at least go check.” he admits.

“Why though? Why not just push the dream aside?” you wonder, seeing if you can get him to admit anything else.

“It would nag at me if I didn’t. And if I was wrong, I could move on. If I was right, which I was, I might add, then I knew that the universe was probably trying to tell me something.” he breathes out, the last part of the sentence so soft and airy you can barely make out the words.

Suddenly you get an idea. It’s crazy, and probably a little insane, but you have to try.

“Come with me.” you say, sliding out of the booth and grabbing his arm, just like he did to you the first time you had an encounter.

You lead him outside, back down the path and onto the football field, racing him. He is surprisingly fast, able to keep up with you. When you reach the field you turn to face him.

“What are you doing?” he asks, breathless. You were honestly surprised he keeps putting up with your antics.

“Just wait.” you say, releasing his arm and going over to the light box. You flip the switch, turning all the jumbo lights off, revealing the starry night above you.

“I’ve always wanted to see what this looked like for real.” you say as you walk back over to him.

He looks up at the sky, then back at you, and in this moment you know that you are going to tell this boy everything. You’re going to feel and you’re going to heal again because of Jug. You admit to yourself that you like him, but if you were being honest with yourself you knew you always had. You couldn’t deny it any longer.

“You see that?” he asks, pointing to the brightest star in the sky.

You nod as he takes your hands, making your heart skip a beat.  

“That one was made for you,” he says, “the light in the darkness.”

You nearly have a heart attack at the words, speechless to say or do anything.

“What?” is all you can manage.

“(Y/N), you’ve been the highlight of my day for the past month, just sitting there and looking at you looking at everyone else. You were a mystery, and you still are, but somehow I feel like I’ve known you for a lifetime. I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner, that I didn’t see you sooner.” he says, one hand going to cup your cheek, “Please, come stay with me.”

You lean into him, a huge smile on his face.

“Jug, I-” you begin, but he stops you by placing a kiss on your lips, bringing you close to his body.  You feel safe, you feel loved, and you know that no matter what anyone says, the universe is somehow trying to tell you something.

You just hope you can remember that when you wake up.


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