hello lovely people, it’s time for our first creation event! This event will last four weeks and the themes are:
WEEK 1 (22nd to 28th May) - Just Ron WEEK 2 (29th of May to 4th of June) - Ron and Harry WEEK 3 (5th to 11th of June) - Ron and Hermione WEEK 4 (12th to 18th June) - Ron and the Weasleys
You do not have to be a net member to get involved in our events!
How to get involved: - Follow the network! - Reblog this post to spread the word - Create anything you like based around the theme (e.g. moodboards, headcanons, playlists) - caption it: @ronbweasleynet creation event: (event name) (quote/description) - tag the network (#ronbweasleynet) - members: when reblogging your own posts to the net be sure to tag it #mc and then the post type (e.g. #mc: moodboard or #mc: gifset)
We look forward to seeing all of your amazing creations about our boy Ron!!
A new week is a chance to start over if you need it or an opportunity to keep going strong!⠀
My goals for this week are:⠀
✖️Daily walks - doesn’t matter if they’re long or short, just get outside⠀
✖️4 gym workouts⠀
✖️Get a ton of blogging done⠀
What’s yours? Let me hear your goal either here in the comments or by tagging me in your own Monday post! I’ll be rooting for you! 💕⠀
There are more goal setting and chit chat on the blog today 👉🏻 link in profile @annesmiless ✨ Have a great Monday! ❤️
your blog is amazing and i wish mine was more like yours. Any advice on how to make my blog more popular and gain some interactive followers?
Making your own content is the best way to go!! Whether it be text posts, typography, gifs, etc. Whatever you enjoy making, be sure to tag it so people can find it and also you can participate in promos. Those usually help. Getting started is always difficult at first but don’t give up!
Tagged in this again by @charlottekath and because she can be a whiny three year old when she wants to be, I am going to answer xD (kidding you’re my favourite <33) putting it under a cut so I don’t clog up your dashes but I’m tagging anyone who wants to do this! Tag me if you do, I like finding out about people
Rules: 1. Always post the rules 2. Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you. 3. Write 11 questions of your own. 4. Tag 11 people.
RULES: 1. Answer the new questions given by the previous person 2. Write 11 new questions 3. Tag 11 people
Got tagged bt @riitsus soooooo…..here you go :p my first time doing these….i think x3
1. Do you have any creative projects you’re working on right now? (Like cosplays, art, a fic, etc)
yeah, and is RozenFalls
But also a cosplay for a convention called Desucon
2. Most recent dream?
Getting RozenFalls done
3. Have you moved before? If so, where was your favorite place to live?
i only moved to the same city all the time, so i don’t call it so much moving…but i am moving to my own apartment in 1st august 2017.
4. Do you plan on traveling in the future, and where to?
Japan!!!!!!!! i really wanna travel there with king :3
5. What’s the most exciting thing you’ve ever done?
Going to England with my sister c:
(you can see me in the corner there )
6. What song is stuck in your head right now?
Little swing by AronChupa, Little sis nora
7. How many blogs do you follow?
8. Favorite pizza place?
is a place there i live and it has a really good pizza there c:
9. You can’t tell me you didn’t at least try to read Homestuck, so how far did you get?
we need to talk
10. What was the last movie you saw in theaters?
Beauty and the beast….it was really good c:
11. What are you most proud of?
my videos of me, King, Henrik and Data. they bring so many good memories.
i think ovo;;
1.Dream job? 2.anything you regret? 3.have you watched steven universe? 4.have you ever had that one oc that you made when you were a child? 5.who is important to you? 6.what is your most memorable moment in your life? 7.how old are you and when are your birthday? 8.any Plans this summer? 9.what do you think of norway? 10:favorite ice cream flavor? 11.anything nice to say to the end?
I Love the idea of comforting cryptids . monsters who live under your bed to assure that nothing bad can fit under there because They’re there & there’s no more room . unspeakable eldritch horrors that follow you around just so they can tell you shitty puns . Mom Friend™ poltergeists who passive aggressively disrupt all your electronics when ur a lil shit who should be sleeping because “you have an exam in the morning!!” , but Also tag along on blind dates in case you suddenly need an out . sirens who work as lifeguards & sing so instead of panicking you can focus on your movements & breathe easier . forest ranger Bigfoot who patrols the woods in case anyone gets lost & needs a guide out .
The next generation of former teens on Tumblr are going to be embarrassed not because they were “Potterhead fandom grab your wands” but because they were harassers and suicide-baiters and the like.
At least people back then only had to worry about being total cheeseballs and having harmless fun, some of y’all are gonna have to own up to being actual monsters to other people for what? Validation? For funsies? Getting your sick kicks at posting hateful content in the positivity tags?
One day you’ll hopefully grow up and realize what you really were. You’ll have to look in the mirror every day and remember what a horrible person you used to be, all the people you hurt and all the lives you probably ruined, all the suffering you no doubt contributed to.
I hope it haunts you. I hope it’s a twisting rusty knife in your chest.
I wanted to save this for a milestone, but…what the heck, why not? Let’s have a follower appreciation dice giveaway!♥ This one will be followers only, for y’all who’ve stuck with me so far. Thank you so very much!
Winner will receive one standard polyset of dice, valued at $15 or under, from anywhere on the internet! Feel free to ask for help picking out a set you know you’ll like. I’ll also pay shipping.
Must be following me! That’s a given. New followers also count!
Do not tag your reblog as “giveaway,” it can lead to the notes getting messed up and no one wants that.
Likes and reblogs both count for an entry! You may reblog as many times as you like.
You can get a THIRD entry by submitting a picture of your own dice to my blog! (One entry per person this way.)
Winner will be chosen by RNG on May 31st, 2017
You MUST have your askbox open and MUST be comfortable giving me a shipping address.
**This giveaway is not affiliated with tumblr in any way**
since i sometimes get asked about this, lemme state for the record:
if i write something (meta/fic/random headcanon) and it makes you want to create something of your own (a fic, a drawing, a video, an aesthetic, a gifset, ANYTHING) PLEASE BY ALL MEANS GO FOR IT. you don’t need to ask my permission. MAKE THE THING, then tag me in it so i can see it.
creating things should be fun and if some ridiculous idea i had inspires you to do something fun and creative i am all for that and i would love to see what you make out of it. i’m not precious about my ideas. go forth and make art.
- “We met because you tripped over me (because I’m tiny of course) and now you’re trying to propose to me but while looking for me you tripped… over my entire body.”
- “You always try to sneakily kiss me because I can’t get you back but little did you know I’ve been working out just so I can climb you like a tree to do the same.”
- “You somehow forget that I’m tiny and just face-planted into the floor because you tried to lean on me. I know it probably hurts but this is too funny.”
- “I just watched you stack 3 chairs on top of each other to reach the top shelf because I accidentally put something up there. And… now I had to catch you because that was a stupid idea.”
- “I went out and bought super tall high heels so I could finally be your height only I don’t know how to walk in these.”
- “We went to school together but haven’t seen each other in a long time and wow have you gotten tall.”
- “I don’t know who you are but I need you to lift me up so I can grab that thing off the top shelf. I know it’s awkward that we’re strangers and your hand is close to my butt, it’s fine (mainly because you’re cute).”
- “You started messing with me by putting stuff on the top shelf so now I’m getting back by hiding everything in the bottom drawers/cupboards.”
- “Everybody thinks that you’re dating a minor because I’m as tall as a short 13 year old and you’re… I don’t know, super tall.”
- “We don’t own a ladder but we really need to fix stuff around the house so now I’m using you as a ladder.”
There are some serious fucking problems occurring on this website, like:
Peoples’ grimoires are way too artistic. Like seriously you all need to tag that shit like “hey this may trigger you because this Van Gogh beautifully-crafted art style might blind you and gush your morality with its beauty and cause your perspective of your own grimoire/BOS to wilt like a flower on fire”. I don’t take the time to even update my BOS, never mind decorate it with these gorgeous illustrations.
The quality of pictures are way too high. I don’t know where people are getting all these professional cameras. Like I take pictures with my phone or shitty Samsung and post them, and I know I wouldn’t even reblog that shit, the quality is way too low. This results in a standard of high quality Instagram-worthy pictures that is too high for me to keep up with, y’all need to lower your photography skills.
Peoples’ altars are too perfectly positioned in the sunlight, like bathing in the holiness of the sun or moon and washing any of vestige of mortality away from that spot. This kinda weaves into the photography complaint but basically, y’all stop being so artsy.
Digital sigils are too easily and perfectly displayed. I don’t know how people make those sigils, it’s like an elusive angelic society that just sprinkles down talent and useful spells like falling stars. Seriously y’all need to post a how-to on that shit because I don’t have a tablet and just take pictures of hand-drawn sigils, but even those who post their hand-drawn sigils draw them incredibly better than I draw my sigils.
The witches on this site are way too creative. They’re all thinking of tips and techniques I never thought of before, and it makes everyone else feel dumb because they didn’t think of them first.
Pretty much every witch on this site seems to have a green thumb. They say taking care of plants doesn’t require a green thumb, but I beg to differ because pretty much every plant I own dies. Like I don’t know if it’s because I’m a death witch and am literally radiating death energy, but I can’t keep plants alive for my own life. Green witches gotta share their real secrets, HOW are you keeping your plants alive.
Then there are some problems like elitism, transphobia, homophobia, racism, nazism, blatant disrespect for peoples’ religions and cultures, the hatred with which we argue, and the fear that I’m always being scrutinized and that no matter what I say extreme SJWs will cherry-pick the things I say and misconstrue my argument into something i never said in the first place so i might as well just not even say my opinion on anything which i’m doing right now so i’ll just shut up and continue the joke
The spooky and ethereal Witch Aesthetic™ is too on point. All the hanging herbs and lit candles and smoke from incense are too entrancing and immediately calm my mood and cause me to daydream about the eloquence of the witchy aesthetic. It’s too romanticized. It causes me to enjoy my own craft too much, and I reblog too many of them. We need to cut those down by a bunch.
You HAVE to use the tags. Post your picture with the tags so more people can see them. That’s the way social media impressions work.
You HAVE to SCROLL the tags and click ‘recent’. You cannot depend on only what you see on your dash because then only the most popular and widely circulated posts will be seen. You HAVE got to actually go into the #blackout and #blackoutday tags to everyone a shot at being seen.
You cannot be so focused on getting your own content notes that you don’t give other people notes/shine. If everyone does that…well, nobody wins.
Summary: Heading to Pops after the reoccurring verbal fight between your sibling and Dad, your boyfriend notices how tired you look. Admitting the fighting he takes you to his favourite place to wait for to calm down. Things get heated quick between Jughead and you.
Characters: Jughead x reader, Hermione Lodge, and Archie Andrews (mentioned)
Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. I also want to clarify, in the tv series Jughead is NOT asexual and this is based on the series not the comics.
Warnings: Fluff, mention of fighting, and smut
Tagging: At the bottom
A/N Someone posted wanting Jughead smut because there isn’t. Under the forever tags I’m adding them to a Riverdale taglist. If you want off please let us know.
The night was cold, the type of cold that seeped through the thickest of jackets and clung for hours. The type that made you think that you would die from hypothermia at any point despite compelling evidence that it wasn’t possible. You were trying to get away from the fighting between your sibling and father.
Lately it seemed that the sounds in the house were the screaming match that went down every night when you tried to sleep. You would sneak out half an hour into the fight and you always walked yourself to Pop’s for a milkshake. It was getting around that your home life was terrible.
“I’ll have a strawberry milkshake this time.” You mumbled digging into your pocket for change.
“It’s on the house.” Mrs. Lodge smiled seeing the pain and fatigue clinging on your features.
Normally you would argue that but as of lately you didn’t have the energy to do anything so you nodded before sitting down in a booth. It was late so you were one of the very few people sitting in the diner. You barely noticed the person that sat down in the booth until they spoke.
You looked up to see your boyfriend looking at you concerned, taking in the inky colours underneath your eyes. It wasn’t hard to see that sleep had evaded you for the last little while. It was concerning for Jughead.
“Hey.” You smiled placing your hands back into your lap while Jughead ran his eyes across your features, “Something wrong Jug?”
“Why are you here so late?”
“The truth.” Jughead firmly said.
“I haven’t been sleeping.” You admitted, “I can’t fall asleep in a house where screaming takes place every night. There’s no peace at all.”
Jughead’s heart broke when the tears gathered as your voice broke in synch with his heart. You were normally one of the strongest girls he had ever known. When you learnt about his home situation you had fought him to tell the Andrews, despite Fred being a main reason why Jughead didn’t have a home anymore.
“Oh.” Jughead breathed sliding into your side of the booth instead. He wrapped his long arms around your shaking frame, leaning his chin on the top of your head, “It’s okay.”
“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, “Why are you out so late Jug?”
“Couldn’t write in the house. I’m so used to writing with you by my side or in here. I have words racing in my head but I couldn’t write with Archie playing his songs. He’s an amazing singer but those songs aren’t putting me in the writing mood.”
You chuckled as Jughead pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You were still wired so Jughead gripped your hand and tugged you out of the diner. The milkshake forgotten and if Hermione Lodge was being truthful, she hadn’t started making it when Jughead showed up.
You knew that he could see that you wouldn’t be able to sleep for awhile so he did something he knew you would like. The Twilight Drive-In was still in the process of being demolished but the shack that Jughead had slept in still stood.
“Aren’t we trespassing?” You mumbled walking in while Jughead made sure the coast was clear.
“Probably.” He shrugged, “I know you though.”
You chuckled as the two of you dropped to the bed in silence. Jughead was different when it was just the two of you and not around your peers. You each had an uncanny distaste for public displays of affection to the disappointment of Kevin.
“Do you remember when I invited you here for our first date?” Jughead asked putting his arm around your shoulders.
“Of course I do!” You laughed.
“Movies, and when the second movie started I couldn’t help myself from kissing you.” Jughead whispered leaning his forehead against yours. The atmosphere got charged when he pressed his lips against yours.
“I remember you pulled back and I crashed mine against yours.” You breathed.
“I don’t…” Jughead trailed off before, “Can you refresh my memory?”
Without another word you pushed your body onto his lap and pushed his hat off his head. Your lips moved against each other passionately as you gasped when Jug’s hand came to rest of your thigh.
Jughead pulled away to trail his lips down your neck to suck on your collarbone. You released a breathy moan as you clenched his hair in your hands, arching into his chest. You took pride in knowing you had turned him on.
“Y/N…” Jughead breathed as you rubbed yourself on his hard on. He moaned as his head rested on your chest before gripping your hips in a bruising hold.
He pressed his hands on your hips down as he slowly dragged you up and down his lap. You hissed when your clit dragged across the zipper of his black jeans. He let go to push his jacket and sweater off his arms before returning his hands back to your hips.
You grinded against him harder both of you hissing and panting as you leaned down. You ran your lips slowly up his jaw, teasingly leaving small bites. You bit him at the same time he groaned lowly.
“I also remember what happened a few dates after that” you said as a smirk crossed your face as you began to speed up.
“You talking about the one that Archie walked in on?” Jughead smirked dragging his hands up under your shirt and pulling it off and onto the floor within seconds.
“More like the one after that.” You breathed slowly dragging his shirt up his body, “The one where we-“
You gasped when you turned flipped onto your back with Jughead hovering above you with one hand trailing fire down your chest to the button of your jeans. He slowly kissed the underside of your jaw while his fingers carefully and awkwardly undid the button and pulled back to remove your jeans.
“I’ll never get out of this.” Jughead whispered, his eyes igniting the fire in you to higher temperatures.
“Jug…please.” You whispered pulled him back down onto your body. The start had been intense but it slowed down, possibly because of the awkwardness, to wear you caressed each others skin.
You made quick work of Jughead’s black jeans by shoving them off by your feet along with his boxers. You moaned taking in his size despite it not being the first time you had seen each other naked.
“You’re wearing too many clothes. I’d prefer the soft, supple skin.”
With shaking fingers Jughead couldn’t entirely release your bra clasps with fluid movements but that was okay. With an apology breathed into the crook of your neck you switched positions with Jughead, now you straddled his thighs as you swiftly removed your underwear. Jughead had taken the time to stroke himself.
You took your tall and lean boyfriend splayed out on the cot with his green eyes darkened with desire and his tongue running over his swollen lips. Your heated gaze raked over his form from his ruffled raven hair going everywhere both from his hat and your fingers.
You didn’t even notice that his free hand had moved to the apex of your thighs. It never failed to amaze you how his touch could make you nearly collapse. You felt more than saw him move to lean against the wall and drag you up. In unison Jughead and you hissed as you sank down on him.
Jughead had this thing where he wouldn’t let either of you move as he let the feeling overpower him. A beat later he had you bouncing using his power as you felt boneless before you met him thrust for thrust. Swivelling your hips as you sank down you had Jughead gasping.
“Oh god.” You breathed squeezing your eyes closed as Jughead’s thumb pressed into your clit, “Holy sh-“
“I’m c-lose.” Jughead exclaimed tugging you down with his other hand. You ground your hips gripping his hair tightly. With a harsh brush against your clit you fell into your climax
Jughead got off on the way you came. You’re skin would colour into the most beautiful pink he had ever seen. Your toes and fingers would curl together while your nose crinkled at the strongest crest. Your hair would be a halo around your head and his favourite part was when his name fell from your lips like a raindrop from a flower petal.
Breathing was difficult as you both came down from your highs shaking from the intense love-making. Jughead dragged you down to lay down but the chill in the room caused goosebumps to raise on your body.
“We should probably go home.” Jughead breathed, “Getting caught by the cops in here wouldn’t be fun.”
“Yeah.” You yawned, “Do you want to stay over at my place?”
“What about your-“
“You know my parents love you. They’re fine with you staying if the door isn’t closed all the way.” You whispered.
In a comfortable silence you dressed quickly, only this time Jughead’s sweater was wrapped around you. In typical fashion it was much too big on you but in your rush to get out of your house you had grabbed the thinnest sweater you had by accident. Jug’s hat was back on his head and his arm was around your shoulder.
Jughead had a lot of shades to himself where he was a novelist, student, best friend and boyfriend. He was sarcastic and intelligent with a certain way of words. He was cool and collected with a witty remark to anything but he was different behind closed doors. Sex with Jughead wasn’t the smooth sailing in tv shows and movies but instead it was true with awkwardness that dissipated when you got more and more well versed with each others bodies.
“I love you.” Jughead whispered into your hair when you were asleep in his arms in the safety of your room. He didn’t say it often but he showed it a lot. Jughead loved you even if he didn’t say the words and you returned the same feelings.
So here’s the thing, on this blog i make lighthearted posts about being a lesbian who likes swords, like “put [this sword] on your blog if you are gay”
And most of the time interactions with this blog are just people finding my posts fun or relatable having a chortle and tagging themselves, their friends, or sometimes theorising which fictional character runs this blog. it’s just some good fun that i and many others enjoy
But very regularly i get straight people saying ‘but what about straight people’ like. all the time. its very annoying.
cause guess what! im not straight! i dont care. go write your own posts, im not writing Relatable Posts for straight people thats not my job why would i do that
however every time im like ‘i dont care about straight people on my gay blog or in my gay life at all actually’ i get inundated with replies about how Mean And Evil i am because im not making jokes for their consumption
In which case i am just a mean evil gay because im not going to start catering to straight people on my gay blog about being gay and liking swords ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Ya know how we all kinda yell at the attractive people when they show up on our dash being hella attractive? Re: being cute, being sexy, being silly, sleeping, being dirty, being responsible, being carefree, dancing, sing, talking, breaking, etc.
I often wonder about their reactions to our yelling.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Seb! Stop sticking your fucking tongue out. It makes me think about you eating pussy!”
“I swear to God, Christopher Robert, if I see another gif of you touching your own body, I’m going to go up in flames thinking about you masturbating!”
“Tom! For fuck’s sake! Keep your fucking hips still! All I can think of is how good that would feel during sex!”
Anyone want to write any of that? Please write it. Please tag me. Please reblog so we can get someone to write some of this.
I mean, are they aware of it? Would Seb get all apologetic? And then eat you out because he doesn’t want you to be frustrated? Would Chris just get that look in his eye and start rubbing on himself? Would Tom just move his hips closer to yours?