you made me do it alice

10 Podcasts I Love Described In One Sentance

1. My Favorite Murder - Two hilarious women talk about murder, among (a lot of) other things. (Non-Fiction, weekly ongoing)
2. The Strange Case Of The Starship Isis - What if Firefly, but everyone was queer? (Fiction, ongoing?)
3. Can I Pet Your Dog - A Dog Haver and A Dog Wanter talk about dogs, often to really cool people. (Non-Fiction, Weekly ongoing)
4. The Bright Sessions - Therapy for people with superpowers; what could go wrong? (Fiction, currently in the second season)
5. The Dollop - A dude who did research tells a dude who didn’t about history. (Non-Fiction, weekly)
6. Limetown - The best/creepiest/most amazing podcast about an entire town that disappeared. (Fiction, only 1 season, likely dead, but so well done it is worth a listen)
7. My Brother, My Brother, And Me - Good, good, goof boys give bad, bad, hilarious advice (Non-Fiction, weekly ongoing)(be warned the early stuff can be problematic, but honestly who wasn’t shittier 7 years ago?)
8. Welcome To Night Vale/Alice Isn’t Dead - Beautiful Gay Protagonist talks about the creepy shit that happens to them. (Fiction, WTNV weekly ongoing, AID in its second season)
9. How Did This Get Made - The best Bad Movie Podcast with amazing guests and Jason Mantzoukas who I’m not sure if I love or hate. (Non-Fiction, bi-weekly with minis in between) (It’s love)
10. The Adventure Zone - The most talented DM I have ever heard wrangles three family members while creating some of my fave gay characters. (Fiction-ish, bi-weekly)

Okay, let’s start with how extremely adorable Jughead is. Like, he cares so much about the drive-in and as we found out, the place was literally his home. Like, someone protect my son please. And he tried so hard to save it, talking to the mayor, talking to Fred and handing out flyers and stuff. Forget Archie and that love triangle, this is the important story here.

Speaking of Fred and Archie, look how nice Fred was to that fucking pedophile. Like, he was complimenting her, inviting her to dinner and being such a great guy and that bitch is just sleeping with his son. Ugh. I hate her. 

Betty keeping a diary is so cliche™ but I love it lmao. 

I AM SO HERE FOR BETTY, RONNIE AND JUGHEAD HANGING OUT. Kevin’s okay too, I guess. Still haven’t decided if I like him or not. I mean, he’s funny and all but idk he just feels way too stereotypical and I’m still most certainly not over the biphobia. But maybe he isn’t really biphobic and that was a one time thing bc how else would Betty and Veronica, who are both obviously bisexual still be friends with him? Idk man. 

Cheryl, I love you for being a bitch but damn you just got your ass handed to you by Hermione Lodge, who is just as much of a goddess as her daughter. 

Betty calling out Archie on his shit 👏 👏👏

but like she was so…good about it?? Like she got her point across but didn’t immediately threaten to tell and stuff. And, Archie, honey, how could Ronnie even back you up? Firstly, what you’re doing ain’t cool and secondly, that’s her girlfriend you’re arguing with so ??? 

Archiekins 

Where can I sign a petition to get rid of Alice Cooper? 

THE ARCHIE/GRUNDY SCENES LITERALLY MADE ME SHUDDER WITH DISGUST ew ew ew ew ew. 

Betty questioning Grotesque Garbage is   👌 👌 👌 she was really good at that too honestly I just really love Betty Cooper man. 

SHE WAS JASON’S TEACHER? SHE’S THE KILLER!!11!!!1! 

“I don’t think of my students that way” lmao bitch stop lying

Jughead being a rebel with a cause is my aesthetic. And awww, he’s talking about himself and his family for once. This boy must be protected at all costs.. 

Archie, wtf are you trying to do, telling Betty to stay out of it? She’s literally doing what’s best for you like smh man shut up. 

BETTY AND VERONICA BEING DETECTIVE GIRLFRIENDS IS MY JAM. Like, seriously, they have so much chemistry like just let Bernoica happen man. It’s literally already canon. 

I would sell my soul to Satan and sell my body on the black market to make Beronica canon. 

I’m fully aware I’m being queerbaited but Betty and Ronnie are just. so. goddamn. cute. 

‘Jennifer Gibson’. THAT BITCH.

She has a gun in the car. THAT FUCKING BITCH. SHE’S THE KILLER!!!11!

Alice, wtf is wrong with you. Fred is a chill parent. He isn’t going to tell his son to stop talking to his best friend just ‘cause you’re a psycho who wants to control her daughter.

Okay, but like I really love Hermione and Veronica’s relationship it’s so good and–WAIT A SEC THEY’RE BUYING THE DRIVE-IN. Why must you crush Jughead’s happiness?  I TRUSTED YOUR HERMIONE.

Omg Alice saw the gun oops shit shit shit (betty what were you thinking hiding it in your fucking drawer smh girl). Wow, Alice just hit a new low. It’s not cool to read your daughter’s diary 

I would have felt bad after learning about Grundy’s backstory but my obvious hate for prevented that from happening thank god. 

ARCHIE, GET AWAY FROM THAT WOMAN. NO, DON’T HUG HER. UGH ARCHIE WHY.

Let’s talk about the drive-in.

Poor Juggie god I feel so bad for him Archie where are you your boyfriend needs you

VERNOICA!! LODGE!! IS!! A!! FUCKING!! GODDESS!!!

Veronica Lodge is like fine wine. She gets better and better the longer she exists. 

I kinda sorta weirdly like the Veronica-Cheryl-Kevin squad?? They can be the ‘burn you to a crisp’ squad.

Ooh, Kevin’s got a new hottie. Also, did I mention I really love Kevin’s dad? He’s so nice.

YAS KEVIN GET SOME (My feelings are so conflicted like I want to support Kevin because he’s the only important, openly LGBTQ+ character on the show so far but like, something’s just off about him) 

Archie, please never speak to Grun–OH. HE’S LEAVING HER. YES ARCHIE YES YES YES–OH WAIT. OH NO. 

SHIT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN, DOWN, DOWN.

Alice why tf do you have to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong? 

Man, I feel bad for Fred. 

Archie, don’t defend that woman, please. She deserves it. 

Such drama much intense very wow. 

Oh no. My bby Betty is crying FUCK YOU ALICE. 

Okay, I know there’s probably some people sad about Grundy after her backstory but we got nothing but good stuff immediately after she left? 

Fred and Archie having a moment 👌 👌 👌 (I mean, I feel bad that Archie cried and that he was upset but it had to be done) 

Betty finally standing up to her asshole of a mother  👌 👌 👌 (I still kind of think that Betty is actually Polly but idk) 

A cute scene between Betty and Archie  👌 👌 👌

The scene where Veronica confronts her mom was certainly…something.

OH MY GAWD SOMEONE BROKE INTO KELLER’S HOUSE AND TOOK ALL THE EVIDENCE. THE SAME NIGHT GRUNDY LEFT. SHE’S DA KILLER. 

Grundy is like a bag of opened chips. She gets worse the longer she exists. Archie, you could not have been more wrong when you said she wasn’t a child predator. I already feel bad for that poor new kid victim of hers. 

On the whole, this was a really, really good episode. I give it a 9 out of 10, but that’s because my queen Josie wasn’t in it and there was not enough Jughead and Archie and there was way too much Archie and Grundy interaction but hey, at least she’s gone now. 

God, I’m literally crying over Jughead. The picture with him and his sister (who tf named them Jughead and Jellybean tho) was so adorable and so sad. My poor child. 

OH MY GOD THE SCARY BIKER DUDE IS JUGHEAD’S DAD?!

Where will he go? What will he do? How will he live? WHERE WILL HE CHARCHG HIS LAPTOP ASHFRWLGHLUFU ARCHIE COME HELP YOUR BOYFRIEND 

Also, I would just like to add, Betty is the best friend anyone could ever have and she needs to be appreciated more. 

So, what do you guys think? What do you agree and disagree with me on? Let’s talk! Reblog this while adding your notes or send in an ask (PLEASE SEND ME ASKS) or send me a message or something and I will see y’all next week.

Opinionated Riverdale Highlights:

Ep. 13: Season Finale

•#FreeFP

•They punned “Cliff-Hanger” too!

•The Alice & Jughead narrative is giving me life!!

•They just referenced Scooby-Doo!!

•I fear we have been trolled, the comic digest FP was reading was a Sabrina Spellman one (that’s how they made her ‘appearance’).

•I’m sorry but what is Fred hiding?!?

•Is no one going to talk about Betty actually being a Blossom??

•Love Camila, but is Veronica just becoming this arrogant needy girl or is it just me. Like she seems soo annoying, “forget it, I’ll do it on TOP of everything else I have to do”

•V did you really have to stand up to make that announcement.

•I love how Archie is just like “we’ve kissed” like acknowledge the poor girl standing next to you boo, she wants to shine.

•Kevin was just added to scenes so people don’t forget he’s part of the gang too.

•RAS petty idea of love triangle madness.

•Really RAS? You write Archie head over heels for Veronica in almost all the episodes and now you decide he should be troubled about it, make is seem like maybe just maybe he like Betty now.

•Oooh Hermione showing her true colors now

•Also in the beginning of the series they were struggling to find workers and now all of sudden Hermione found some to replace the Serpents so easily?!?

•What is that woman hiding?

•Cheryl is tying lose ends, how is no one suspecting her to commit suicide, I mean her mom practically encouraged it.

•"Kids got some darkness" -FP on Jug

•Man they almost went full Carrie with the Pigs Blood.

•Nice Cheryl is something else…

•Cheryl needs a hug, and a therapist along with the rest of the characters.

•The fact that FP put Jughead in the good school just makes me love him even more.

•Fred why are they writing you like this?! RAS I swear!

•Cooper woman face off

•Reggie Mantle who?

•I live for the hallway scene

•Alice drop Hal already

•ALICE HAS A SON

•Please tell me it’s FP’s!! Otherwise why would he be lurking on Alice…

•Oooh unwanted son comes seeking revenge theory! (If this actually happens can you call me your Theory Queen 👑).

•Whoever called the Cheryl drowning, props to you babe you were right.

•You gotta hand it to KJ tho he broke his arm while filming that!

•Betty’s speech was good but this is how it should’ve happened….

•'Reggie Mantle he’s Riverdale, so where the fuck is he?!’

•The Serpents take care of their own! And omg HOT DOG HAS MADE HIS DEBUT!

•I’m really happy bughead didn’t have sex, like we don’t need more Polly’s thank you very much…

•Like it runs in the Cooper family to get pregnant.

•Jughead in that leather jacket made me feel some sort of way…

•Betty over there like “Y'all really had to initiate him tonight.”

•"I’m in the mood for some chaos" Cheryl is back!!

•Pop is alive!

•Did Hiram or Hermione send that thug?

•RAS WTF FRED WAS THE ONLY GOOD THING WE HAD!!

•WE WILL RIOT! RAS WILL RUE THE DAY HE DID THAT!!

•Got to hand it to the cast of this show their acting has been superb!

You Really Got Me

Requested by @carleyspn : Hi :) I wanted to see if you could do a Dean Winchester imagine about their on a case & the girl their interviewing is into Dean & the reader becomes jealous & starts being clingy to him. I would love if you did that :), add anything you want. Thanks

A/N: I feel so bad for how delayed this is but y’all can never say I don’t deliver. (Lol yes you can this took me like 3 months) Anyway, I absolutely loved this request and I can’t get over this cuteness! I’m currently fighting a cold & have no motivation to learn my lines or do my homework so I wrote this up instead.

Summary: You and Dean are investigating a haunted hotel where the hotel owner’s daughter isn’t quite getting the message that Dean isn’t up for grabs.

Warnings: Jealousy, Fluff!!!

Word Count: 1,591

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

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10. “Trust me, I wish we were having sex instead.” 

“It’s creepy.”

“It’s…innovative.”

“No, Betty, it’s creepy; utterly and overwhelmingly chill rising.”

Gripping the glass of soda tighter inside his hand, Jughead moved an inch further behind Betty’s shoulder, her lose blonde curls ticking the tip of his nose as he rested a palm at the small of her waist. They were firing hushed whispers back and forth all this time that they were sulking by the rich red and mahogany decorated buffet table, examining the scene of female gushing and gibberish baby coos in front of them.

“Explain to me one more time how your mom agreed on this birthday fiesta taking place in hell?” Jughead raised both eyebrows, eyeing his girlfriend’s profile, illuminated by the huge chandelier at the center of the gothic living area, now decorated with dark blue and bloody red ribbons.

“Polly wants the twins to have a normal childhood.” Betty quoted her sister for the hundredth time. “This includes them getting to know all their grandparents; at least the ones that are left and the ones that are not cold-blooded killers.” It had been a year and a half since the Jason Blossom case had been solved and even though everyone was still grieving, the twins’ birth had been a silver lightening mist the darkness of it all.

“Having their first birthday party at Thornhill is highly beyond normal, if you ask me.” He returned in sarcasm behind her, as always.

“When Cheryl puts something in mind, she rarely gives up.” Betty reminded him, shrugging a shoulder.

From her spot on the carpet, holding little Lizzie up, Poly announced that it was time for presents, making all the guests around murmur in excitement. The new mother grabbed Betty’s and Jughead’s first and smiled to the couple, the two teens sending a genuine grin back.

“When can we go?” Jughead’s murmured through his smiley teeth.

“Are you not having fun?” his girlfriend teased in fake disbelief, sending him an amused glare over her shoulder.

“Oh, as enjoyable as it is watching two oblivious looking babies being tossed around while that great-grandmother from Hades is practicing witchcraft in the shadows,” Jughead frowned, sending a glance at nana Rose that was sitting by the fireplace “I’m really ready to flee at any moment now.” He nodded in uneasiness, taking a sip from his drink and gulping loudly.

“That bad?” Betty bit her lip not to laugh.

Trust me, I wish we were having sex instead.” He threw in total apathy.

“Wow…” Betty dragged the word. “The horror, indeed…” she teased him more at the luck of enthusiasm in his tone regarding their love life.

He just shrugged, teasing smirk dancing on his chapped lips.

“So what do you say?” he brushed his chest against her back, the hand that was creeping on her waist, moving a little further down to play with the hem of her skirt on her hipbone. “Me, you, the backseat of the truck?” he proposed deliciously against her ear, smirking when feeling her shiver lightly at his words and biting her lip.

“Jughead!” Alice Cooper’s imposing voice made the couple jump and Jughead lash backwards a few feet away from Betty in fear. “Come take some pictures of the moment.”

“Why did I agree on this?” he hissed in a groan and grabbed his professional camera from beside him on the table, a birthday gift from his father that he quite enjoyed lately. Apart from being Betty’s official boyfriend, he was responsible for capturing in film that sickening lovely family gathering.

Betty laughed, giving him a short but sweet peck on the lips. “You love me that’s why.” She beamed up at him and he just rolled his eyes, a blush coloring his cheeks and an equal happy smile tugging his lips upward. “Stop brooding; I promise you’ll have me naked in that truck by the end of the night.” She winked and he snapped a picture of her, while walking cockily to her family in front of them, sending her a sly smile full of promises before doing a character one-eighty in a blink, dropping to his knees and pulling faces to the birthday babies, appearing like he was the most mother-approved boyfriend material. If only they knew, Betty smirked foxily against her glass, feeling a blush creeping at her cheeks.

16.   “Please, don’t wear those jeans.”

“I thought women took longer to get ready.” Betty formed a teasing smile, plopping on the twin-sized bed on Jughead’s old bedroom back at his dad’s trailer.

“Thank God our relationship isn’t based on ridiculous gender roles then, little miss proud suffragette.” He shouted from the bathroom in his own teasing tone of voice.

Betty rolled her eyes. “What is taking you so long anyway?”

“I couldn’t decide amongst my wide range of ‘smart casual’ options of attire.” His snarky voice travelled through the small hall, earning a laugh from Betty and FP that was enjoying a football match in the living room.

“Ronnie just set that etiquette to help us. It’s just a normal Friday night out at Pop’s but with her friends from New York, no big deal.”  She stated while scanning the book Jughead had left open against his covers.

“Whatever. I’m ready to get this over with.” He admitted with a sigh, lazy and squeaky footsteps bringing him at the threshold of his bedroom.

“Finally.” Betty groaned playfully, rolling over to get off the bed but stopping when looking at his outfit. “Oh no!” she formed a horrified expression. “Please, don’t wear those jeans.”

Upon seeing her reaction, Jughead’s face dropped. “Why not?”

“Just don’t.” Betty offered vaguely. “We still have time for you to go change.”

“Um, that’s my only clean pair?” he replied sheepishly. “Plus, I don’t see the deal breaker here.” Rising his eyebrows in confusion, he buried his hands in the front pockets of the jeans in question.

“Maybe it’s the fact that you have them since sophomore year?” she offered back with a cute grimace.

“So what?” Jughead continued being clueless.

“So everything!” his girlfriend replied in exaggeration. “Juggie, they are too small.” She bit her lip not to laugh.

“No, they are fine.” He refused with a firm shake of his head.

“I’ve mended that back pocket more times than I can remember.” She replied cleverly. “Plus, don’t get me started about how worn out they look.”

Jughead’s mouth opened in shock. “You don’t like my clothes?”

Betty rushed to correct him. “I don’t like those jeans.” She nodded in confirmation. “I hate them, to be honest.” Her statement earned an offended gasp from the boy across her.

“I was wearing those jeans when I first kissed you.” He admitted in a small voice, examining the jeans and running a palm at the side of his thigh in thought. “I can’t just throw them away.” He spat incredulously.

Betty smiled, standing up and walking to him. “Well, as sweet as this is,” she took his face in her palms, caressing his cheeks lovingly “I promise you, you can still kiss me all you want with a new pair of those.” She bopped her nose against his, Jughead bouncing his head back to look at her concerned.

“Are they really that bad?” he frowned defeated.

Betty tilted her head in thought, amusement painted on her pretty face. “Let’s just say that they’ll look better on JB at this point.”

“Geez, thanks a lot, babe.” Jughead sent her a side glance filled with offence.

“You’re welcome.” She laughed. “Now go get changed; put on those nice black ones you got.” She suggested with a smile and a caress to the end of his hair on the back of his neck.

He thought for a second before agreeing with a sigh. “What about my shirt?” he wondered, fisting the material of his flannel and looking at her with clueless boyish eyes.

“Oh, the shirt looks damn fine.” Betty colored the word with girly appreciation before leaning in to whisper against his lips. “So fine that maybe I’ll get to take that off later tonight.”

24.   “The skirt is short on purpose.”

“You should come pick me up from cheerleading practice more often.” Betty sighed against Jughead’s lips, fingers gripping the lapels of his denim jacket tighter and angling her head to deepen their kiss. They were at the school parking lot inside FP’s truck, making out for what seemed like hours now, relishing in the feeling that there were no more killers threatening the calm of their small town.

“And you should wear this uniform more often, period.” Jughead replied in a husky voice, his palm drawing entire maps at the extent of her long legs that were bare and sprawled over his lap, loving how smooth and shapely they felt under his wandering hand.

The girl giggled against his opened mouth, sliding even closer to his muscular chest. “I thought sensitive and tortured artists like you didn’t give a damn about silly stereotypical male fantasies.” She teased him, running a palm down the front of his S t-shirt.

Jughead tugged her lower lip between his teeth, groaning a little under her touch. “Some things are considered classic for a reason. And I’m not an alien; the fact that I don’t drool like a jackass Bulldog over every scantily clad cheerleader doesn’t mean that I don’t have dreams about mine.” He breathed deeply while attacking her again, his bony fingers reaching the hem of her blue and gold skirt, as his tongue kept twirling sensually against hers making Betty whine and mewl in excitement. They had started testing the waters and exploring each other with every chance they had, experiencing the fire of this new world of intimacy and leaving each other breathless and begging for more every time they were alone in the darkness of her room or the small space of his father’s truck.

“What kind of dreams do you have about me, Juggie?” she whispered, fingers caressing down his jawline and hooded eyes connecting with his hazy ones.

“You don’t even wanna know.” He replied in the same tone, stealing a glance of her legs and licking his lips involuntarily.

“Maybe I do.” She went on sensually, dropping some kisses against his neck that made him start panting and throw his head back against the glass in pleasure, bony fingers sliding against the hair at the back of her scalp as her teeth started getting demanding and bruising. “Tell me.” He felt her breathing against his irritated skin and he shivered, the fingers of his other hand gripping the side of her thigh.

“It’s mostly about you in that tiny skirt.” He choked on his words, eyes darting down to catch a glimpse of her expression and decide whether or not to continue. Upon seeing her green orbs dilated with desire and her lips bee-stung and dark red from his kisses, he went on in a raspy, sexy voice. “And nothing more.”

He watched her bit her lip, bringing a thump to free it before caressing the abused skin, making her lips part in wonder, the action making his mind go spiraling in dark imaginative places. “You know, the skirt is short on purpose.” She teased in a low whisper, taking his hand that was resting on her thigh in hers and guiding it further under her skirt, the pads of his fingers touching the lace of her tiny panties and making his Adam’s apple bop at the nervous excitement that was building up at the tip of his stomach. “Me not wearing the uniform’s boy shorts? Again, on purpose.” She leaned to whisper in his ear before licking his earlobe and moaning slightly as the feeling of his fingers traveling up to the waistline of her underwear.

His own lips went to her ear and ghosted for a minute there before starting a sinful dance in coordination with his fingers. “I’m gonna dream about you again tonight. But first, I’m gonna show you what my dream will be about.”

46.   “Babe, I need you to stop kissing me and let me do my jo-OH my God!”

“Juggie, are you done with the chapter?” Betty’s voice travelled down the hallway of their apartment before her bare feet brought her to her husband’s study, her five month pregnant belly making an appearance at the door seconds before her.

Barely looking up and sending her a tiny smile, Jughead’s typing fingers never stopped their marathon on the keys of his laptop. “In a minute.” He murmured, drowned in his world of ingenious plots and murder mysteries.

“I want you to come cuddle with me.” She pouted ever so lightly, one of Jughead’s flannels dancing just below her behind with every step she took towards him on the desk. She rounded his chair and laced her arms around his neck from behind, making him huff a chuckle at how more demanding she had gotten during those five months.

“Go lay down, stardust. I promise you, I’ll be next to you right away.” He kissed the back of her palm lovingly before going back to typing.

“You’ve been inside this room all day now. And I’ve missed you. Bad.” She colored the word with a tiny moan, leaning to scatter light kisses against his cheek, ear, neck, her palms caressing the front of his chest over his grey t-shirt. Pregnant hormones and all, she wanted him 24/7 in every and each situation they were in.

“You are distracting me and this is going to take me longer to finish.” He pointed out in his usual smartass voice, his eyes fluttering a tad at the sensation of her soft lips against his skin.

“Juggie, when was the last time we had fun in this room?” a deep sigh left her lips before they landed on the sensitive spot behind his ear, nibbling the skin there, as her hands crept under the hem of his t-shirt, fingers brushing over his collarbones and digging at the top of his bare chest, making him shiver.

Her husband could feel his eyes roll inside his skull at her words and the images of them multiple times on top of that very desk, his office chair, the couch next to the door, against the door. Blinking a few times to regain sanity, he brushed his fingertips over her forearm to stop her from continuing. “Babe, I need you to stop kissing me and let me do my jo-OH my God!” his husky words of sexual haze and warning turned louder in alarm as he left something poking his side from behind. “Were you seriously going to try tickling me right now?” he threw her an incredulous side glance over his shoulder.

“I was not—” she paused in disbelief herself “did you feel that too?” she loosened her hold of him, standing a little more straight up, lips pushed together in thought.

“Yeah, I did…” he turned around in his chair to face her, eyes scanning her in concern upon seeing her drop her hands to rub the sides of her round stomach. “Is everything alright?” he lashed forward to place a palm against one of hers.

“I think maybe-OH!” Betty’s words cut midsentence as she jumped, palms going to the center of her belly where she felt the force of a fierce kick, green eyes round and in the verge of tears upon looking down at her husband in glee.

“Is he…?” following her palms, Jughead tried to utter the words but the confirmation of another kick stopped him as he watched in bewilderment the plaid material of his shirt stretch under his slayed fingers.

“Our son is kicking, Juggie.” Betty confirmed his own thoughts in a high pitched sob, happy tears streaming down her glowing face, before taking her husband’s hand in hers and guiding it against her skin to the place their son was communicating with them for the first time. “You are asking for daddy’s attention too, aren’t you, lovebug, huh?” she laughed despite her salty tears, biting her lip to prevent her face from breaking from immense love and joy upon seeing Jughead teared up too, leaning to place a fierce and loving kiss against her belly.

“Hey there, little man, I’m your daddy… And you will always have my devoted love and attention, no need to worry about that…”

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My All-time Fave Fics

Here’s my list of fics that I’ve either read over and over because they’re that damn good or they’re WIPs that are sure to join that list in the near future. And instead of a summary I’ve provided a song (or in some cases a soundtrack) that I feel captures the tone of the fic. Happy reading!

*A Rhapsody of Sorts by @silverglass (Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Despair)

*Around My Bones by @lifesbetterasamermaid (The Shins - So Now What)

*Awkward Beat // Pregnant Pause by @finding–cat (Radiohead - House of Cards // Smashing Pumpkins - Stand Inside Your Love)

*Beyond the Fence @diekleineelisabeth (Dustin O’Halloran & Hauschka - Arrival)

*Bloom by @absolutestyles (Liars - The Other Side of Mt. Heart Attack)

*Boys Don’t Cry by oxygenstyles (From Autumn to Ashes - Autumn’s Monologue)

*Cake for Breakfast by @fromherlips (Tegan & Sara - All You Got)

*Clicking With You by @inchildhoodwedream (Smashing Pumpkins - Thirty Three)

*Crooked Heart by @nebulastyles (Tin Sparrow - For You)

*Crooked Love by @aceofstyles (Silversun Pickups - Stay With Me)

*Dandelion & Burdock by @stylesprimes (Wolf Alice - Baby Ain’t Made of China)

*Deckled Edges by @littlebird006 (The Shins - Those to Come)

*Disconnected by @afitzgeraldfic (Radiohead - True Love Waits)

*Do Not Go Gentle by @abejas-fic (Ludovico Einaudi - Whirling Winds)

*Down and Out by @inkoasis (Tara Rice - We’re In This Together)

*Elephant Gun/A Moment’s Grace by @finding–cat (this fic haunted me for a year (and it still does) so I made a soundtrack for it)

*Evaporate by @standingfacingwest (Band of Skulls - Cold Fame)

*Flickers by @nebulastyles (Frou Frou - Let Go)

*Forever Hold Your Peace by @cheesewithchips (Bloc Party - Sunday)

*Frail Love by @onismanxiety (The Joy Formidable - Silent Treatment)

*Give My Love to Huckleberry Finn by @harryscribbles (BRMC - Salvation)

*Goffin & King by @fromherlips (Radiohead - Nude)

*habits (stay high) by @tastinglonely (Pearl Jam - Indifference)

*Heist by @alwaysinstylesfics (this lovely little fic has a whole playlist dedicated to it!)

*If You Ever Leave Me by @inficwetrust (UNKLE - Lonely Soul)

*In Your Atmosphere by @fromherlips (MS MR - BTSK)

*Journeyman by @littlebird006 (The Joy Formidable - Anemone)

*La Douleur Exquise @pomene (Radiohead - Thinking About You)

*Leather & Lace by @mackabees (David Vertesi - Learn To Run)

*Lock Yourself Out by @team-styles (Sjowgren - Seventeen)

*Love is a Laserquest by @lifeinblueprint (Zulu Winter - Moment’s Drift)

*Matters of the Heart by @afitzgeraldfic (South - Fragile Day)

*Nom de Plume by @stylesprimes (Roo Panes - Stay With Me)

*Polaroid by @stilesharrystyles (The Cure - Pictures of You)

*Pure Feeling by @aceofstyles (She Wants Revenge - Take the World)

*Res Ipsa Loquitur by @bioluminescentwriting (KOL - Knocked Up)

*Rivers & Roads by @harrystyluhs (Jimmy Eat World - Night Drive)

*Salute by @bioluminescentwriting (Alexander - A Million Years)

*Silver Girl by @stilesharrystyles (Sjowgren - Now & Then)

*Silver Springs by @lifesbetterasamermaid (I pretty much send Sav a song for every chapter she destroys my heart so I just decided to make a soundtrack)

*Sugar on the Asphalt // Tennessee Teacakes by @justanchorandhope (Pilot Speed - Knife Grey Sea // Florence + the Machine - St. Jude)

*The Double Plaid by @wokeuptired (Sia - Breathe Me)

*The Golden Hour by @standingfacingwest (Sam Roberts - Golden Hour)

*The Faux Affair by @looselucy (Brandon Flowers - Lonely Town)

*The Love Club by @beggingforfics (Death Cab for Cutie - All Is Full of Love)

*The Nice Guy @onismanxiety (Sam Roberts - Uprising Down Under)

*Twinkle Toes by @konstantine11-11 (Edward Sharpe - Hot Coals)

*Valley of the Dolls by @onismanxiety (Kurt Vile - Baby’s Arms)

*Vo’ke by @beggingforfics (Lord Huron - Meet Me in the Woods)

*With the New Crowd by @likeamisfit (The Kills - Goodnight Bad Morning)

*Young Blood by @standingfacingwest (The New Pornographers - Challengers)

An immense thank you to all the writers on this list for sharing your characters and stories with me and all the other fortunate readers in the 1DFF community. Your words help make the days shine a little brighter. And to all the writers who I now call friends, thank you. I am truly blessed.  A special shout out to Kath @bioluminescentwriting for organizing 1DAAW, you are one amazing lady.

Steph xo

milkshakes (bughead)

Fluff. No warnings I believe.

“This is unacceptable, Betty. You’re quitting the team.” Alice said, shaking her head in disbelief.

The strict mother had attended Friday night’s football game. She said it was for an article, but her real intentions were to ‘spy’ on Betty. The Vixens had preformed a short little routine before the game, Betty having a special role.

Cheryl had finally allowed Betty to be the flyer- the one on top of the stereotypical pyramid. However, in this routine, the girls would throw Betty up into the air and then catch her, rather than just holding her up. All of the girls on the team were extremely prepared, and Betty was ecstatic. This could be her chance to prove to her mom that she was good at the one thing she wanted to do for once.

However, not all of our hopes and dreams come true.

The routine was preformed successfully. Everyone was in the correct spots and Betty successfully stuck the landing. Even Jughead was at the game, just to watch her.

After the game (Riverdale had won), the gang went to Pop’s. Her parents were asleep when Betty got home. The next morning, her mom stormed into her room and started to rant.

“It’s absolutely preposterous! You could’ve gotten hurt!”

“Bones heal and bruises fade, mom. And you saw, the girls had me! I landed successfully! The crowd loved it! And it made me feel good. This is one of the few things that make me happy.” Betty said, mumbling the last sentence, unable to stop the smile from creeping upon her lips.

“No. I am your mother. If you get hurt, how will you keep up with your grades? You need to keep up your studies. If your grades drop, what will that mean for us? I can’t even imagine. You don’t want to end up like Polly, do you?”

“STOP.” Betty stood, extremely defensive and protective of her sister. “Polly-”

“END of discussion, Betty,” Alice said coldly. “You’re going to quit tomorrow. Do your homework.”

And with that, Betty’s mother walked out of the room. Because Betty had no words, she was able to hear the click of the lock from the other side of her door. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

Did she just lock me in here?

Shocked, the blonde stood up and tried the knob.

It wouldn’t turn.

Betty’s mouth gaped. This was a new low, even for her mom. She quickly looked around the room, just looking for something. Something to do, something to eat, something to read… when her blue eyes locked on the window.

Jughead had once climbed up it to get in, so why couldn’t she climb down it to get out?

Jughead.

Betty now knew what she was going to do.

The girl expertly scaled down the side of her house and then headed on her way to walk to Pop’s. It wasn’t too far and if she took her car, her mom would notice.

The little bell rang as Betty pushed open the door to the diner. Although she had wiped away the tears, her cheeks were still a bit red and puffy. Her eyes quickly drifted around the restaurant until they landed on the back of a raven-haired boy wearing his signature beanie.

She quickly shuffled over to the booth and slid in across from the boy.

Jughead’s eyes immediately lit up as soon as he turned his attention from his computer to look up at the person who sat down at his booth.

“Hey, Betts, how- are you alright?” He said, his surprisingly-upbeat disposition immediately changing to a concerned one.

Betty sniffled. “Yeah. I mean, you know what- no, I’m not,” The girl shook her head. Whenever someone had asked her that question, her answer was supposed to be ‘yes’.

Before saying anything else, Jughead swiftly looked towards Pop. “Can we get two milkshakes? A vanilla and chocolate.” Pop nodded and smiled at the pair. “Thanks.” Regardless of Jug’s money situation, he was buying whatever Betty wanted.

An enormous smile spread on Betty’s face, tear streaks evident. She let out a little laugh. “That’s my favorite,” she said, sniffing again. “Thanks, Jug.” Not even realizing it, the blonde rubbed her uncovered shoulders with her hands. She had forgotten a jacket- well, she couldn’t have gotten one even if she had remembered- and all she was wearing was a simple, short-sleeved blouse.

“Here,” Jughead said, standing to take off his jacket, then sliding into the booth next to her, covering her shoulders with his jacket. “What happened?” He lifted his arm around the girl so she was leaning on him.

And so Betty explained the story of how her mother was basically the devil.

Pop delivered the milkshakes to the two, and in that moment, all was right in the world.

Jughead & Reader: No Place to Call Home

Summary: Jughead found out that his mom didn’t want him visiting her and Jellybean in Toledo. Crushed and upset, you do your best to comfort him to get him through this heartbreaking time.

Listen to: Nutshell - Alice in Chains


“Pack your bag,” Jughead said, not really sounding like himself. He sounded a little excited but also nervous and unsure. 

You furrowed your brows. “What? Why?”

“Because!” He said as he grabbed your backpack and dumped out all of your textbooks and notebooks. 

“Jug!” You yelled. You ran over to him, grabbed his hands and made him look at you. “What are you doing? Why do you want me to pack a bag? What’s going on?”

He looked you in the eyes and suddenly changed into a different person. His chin trembled, his eyes turned red as they started to fill with tears. “We just need to leave, okay?” He said quietly. “You and me. Away from all of this.”

You nodded to your best friend, knowing that whatever it was that was driving the two of you out of town, was enough of a reason to leave with Jughead. You grabbed some jackets and sweaters, stuffing them into your backpack. Jughead sat on your bed and watched you silently, doing his best to keep his feelings in check. 

When your bag was packed haphazardly, you looked at him. “Where are we going?” You asked him. 

“We don’t have to do this.” He sighed and shook his head. “I mean, you don’t have to go with me. It was stupid of me to come all the way over here, demanding you just get up and leave.” 

“Jug,” you said to him. “If you’re leaving town, I’m leaving town.“

He took a deep breath and smiled a bit. “We’re going to the bus station,” he said as he grabbed his own bag that he threw onto the floor when he climbed in through your window. “We’re leaving tonight.”

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anonymous asked:

Could I request a fic of bughead telling their parents Betty is pregnant? You can decide if their in high school still or not thanks 💖

Hey! Here you go! 


Teen Pregnancy Twist (Part Two)


“Are you sure you’re ready to do this, Jug?” Betty murmured. She was lying on her bed, facing the ceiling. Jughead was inches lower, one hand splayed over her bare stomach.

“Of course I’m ready,” He smirked, looking towards her. “Besides,” He said, changing the tone in his voice. “I won’t let Grandma and Grandpa Coop say anything bad towards my little bean, will I?” He cooed.

“Jug, I’m nervous!” Betty muttered, turning over onto her side.

Jughead scooted up on the bed so they were level with one another. “I know, Bets.” He placed a kiss on her forehead. “Everything will be okay, though. I promise.”

“I’m just gonna close my eyes for a couple minutes before we go tell them, okay?”

“Of course, Bets. Whatever you need.”



“Please don’t,” Betty murmured, gripping the sheets tighter.

Jughead stirred at the sound - they had both fallen asleep, for how long he wasn’t sure.

“No, no,” Betty muttered again. Her eyes were closed tight, her mouth down turned into a frown.

Jughead yawned and splayed his hand over Betty’s stomach.

“Bets, wake up,” He whispered, rubbing his thumb over the fabric of her shirt.

Betty whimpered in her sleep, her eyebrows knitting together in concern.

“Hey, baby, wake up,” Jughead said, slightly louder. He brushed the hair away from her face, hoping the contact would wake her.

Betty stirred, her eyes opening suddenly. “Jug?”

“You were having a bad dream,” He murmured. “It’s okay,” He cupped her chin and brought her closer for a kiss.

Betty wrapped her arm around Jughead’s torso. “I had a dream my parents made me give up the baby,” Betty murmured quietly.

“We won’t let that happen,” Jughead assured her, holding her tighter. He rubbed small circles across her back. “We’re going to be a family.” He placed a kiss against her forehead. “Are you ready to do this?”

Betty took a deep breath. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

Jughead smiled an slipped off the bed, taking Betty’s hand and helping her up. “I love you,” He murmured.

They padded out of Betty’s room and down the hall. Alice was in the kitchen, stirring pasta sauce. Hal was in the living room, reading a newspaper.

Jughead squeezed Betty’s hand for support.

“Mom, can you come in the living room? I need to talk to you about something.”

“It’s about time,” Alice muttered, placing the wooden spoon against the pot and wiping her hands on the apron around her waist.

She padded into the living room and sat next to Hal. “Well? How far along are you?” Alice asked, folding her hands in her lap. Hal folded his newspaper and placed it on the table next to him.

All the color drained from Betty’s face. “What? H-how did you…?”

“Well, Elizabeth, I’ve been pregnant three times, and one of my daughters was pregnant in my home, trying to hide her morning sickness from me just nine months ago. I know what it sounds like.”

Betty was at a loss for words. Jughead stood silently next to her, gripping her hand for support.

“So, do you have a plan?” Alice asked, her back pin-straight against the couch.

“Well, I just got a job at the gas station on Main Street.” Jughead said.

Betty nodded. “We want to be a family, Mom.”

Alice cleared her throat, then sighed. “I have no plans of sending you to the Sisters, Elizabeth. Look how well that worked out for the Cooper women in the past. I want you to know how difficult this is going to be, though. You’ll have to go to school pregnant, you’ll have to figure out how to go to classes and balance a newborn. This is going to be very difficult for both of you.”

Betty nodded.

“When the baby’s born, the two of you can move into the basement. It’s bigger, you can set up a nursery.”

“Thank you,” Betty murmured, smiling at her parents. She turned toward Jughead. “We’re going to be a family,” She murmured.

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i literally spent almost 24 hours straight on this bullshit

hey, disclaimer: im no musician, if you couldnt tell LMAO #earblood

[ SONGS: Every song in Melanie Martinez’s CRYBABY album + Play Date ]
[ bits used from a pre-made mashup of Carousel x Pity Party on YT ] 
[ everything edited in Sony Vegas Pro 10 ]

this is kinda far fetched, but **PLEASE DONT REUPLOAD ANYWHERE ELSE** i want to eventually upload the finished product on my YT.

CONTEXT UNDER CUT, PLEASE READ IF YOU LOVE ME–

//hides in embarrassment tbh

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Being Renessmee's Twin Includes
  • Rosalie: I'm naming her Bella. I will not allow you to butcher and mesh two more names. Her name is Carlie. Deal with it.
  • Carlie: Why can't I fight with you and momma papa? I want to show the Volturi that I'm not a scared little girl. Anyone threatens to kill my family, I refuse to run away
  • Bella: Carlie, how many times have I told you? No throwing knifes in the house. You could hurt Renessmee or yourself. Be more careful.
  • Emmett: C'mon kiddo. I'll teach you how to fight.
  • Jasper: *scoffs* It'd be best if I teach her. You get frustrated too easily Emmett.
  • Carlise: Carlie, your growth is more rapid than Renessmee's. Your genes must be slightly different from hers. It could be an attribution to a power we haven't discovered yet.
  • Esme: It's so sweet of you to help me make dinner for you and Renessmee. I feel like you and I hardly get any time together. Renessmee's always off with either her parents or Jacob and you keep to yourself most of the time. Just know that I'm here if you ever want to talk to someone sweetie. You are my grandbaby afterall.
  • Edward: Your mother and I don't love Renessmee more than you Carlie. We love you both equally. She just relies on us more than you. You've always been more independent than your sister.
  • Carlie: I'm more independent because you and mom are always with her and Aunt Rose takes care of me. But whatever. I don't care anymore. She'll be stuck here in Forks and you all will have to leave eventually and I will travel the world once I reach an acceptable age growth.
  • Bella: Where have you been Carlie?! You've been gone for three whole days! What on earth are you wearing?!
  • Carlie: *sighs* Relax mom. I went to Comic Con in San Diego and cosplayed as Harley Quinn. I went to have some fun. Geez, it's like your trying to keep me trapped with you forever since Renessmee started solely hanging out with Jacob. I bet you really hate that imprint now cause you finally have to pay attention to your other daughter.
  • Alice: Carlie, come shopping with me. We never spend any girl time together since you started buying your own clothes.
  • Carlie: But there's a Gotham marathon on today. How about I go shopping with you tomorrow then?
  • Jasper: *watching the Romanian aired teach you how to fight and use weapons from a window in the house because Bella and Edward forbid him from teaching her himself* I don't see what the problem was with them Alice. I have no urge to drink wither of the girls blood and I adore Carlie. I should be teaching her how to fight, not those barbaric two.
  • Alice: I know Jas. But she finally made some friends that weren't a part of our family. Renessmee has Jacob and that's all she needs. Carlie is free to expand herself unbound to anyone. We don't want to smother the girl by crowding her all the time.
  • Rose: I can't believe Bella never told you about periods. Oh wait, I can. Look Carlie, you have nothing to fear. It's completely natural.
  • Carlie: I HATE IT! I FEEL HORRIBLE ALL THE TIME AND I KEEP CRAVING CHEESECAKE AND CHEETOS!
  • Jacob: Why do you hate me Carlie? I never did anything to you.
  • Carlie: *rolls eyes and scoffs* Exactly. I hardly even know you and you're the guy my sister is bound to for life. You've hardly ever acknowledged me before. You've hardly ever spokento me and you have no interest in anyone but my sister. I don't like you because I know that the imprint you have with my sister isn't how you really are or were before my mom even started screwing with your life.
  • Bella: How can you say such a thing Carlie?!
  • Carlie: Oh please. Shut up mom. You know I'm right. You only support that imprint because now, Jacob will forever be within your grasp. Just because you chose not to have him all those years ago doesn't mean you get to keep him around when he's moved on with his life.
  • Renessmee: Will you be my maid of honor?
  • Carlie: I haven't seen or heard from you in nearly four years sis. And frankly I don't want to go to your wedding at all. You know your marriage won't end well. You're in love with Nahuel and whether you admit it or not, you don't feel the same pull if the imprint like you used to. Stop dragging Jacob along. Stop your relationship with him and decide what you want. God, you are worse than our mother. Make up your freaking mind.
  • Leah: I didn't think it would be possible, but I am actually best friends with someone who shares half her DNA with Bella Cullen.
  • Carlie: Oh hush. I'm nothing like my mother and you know it. Now shut up so I can hear Tom Hiddleston say "mewling quim."
  • Seth: Are you sure about this Carlie?
  • Carlie: Yes, for the thousandth time. I love you and I refuse to be bound to someone I met only once. I fell in love with you and that is what I've always wanted. To fall in love, not be bound by fate to become whatever my mate pleases.
We Have History - Alice/FP

This fic mainly focuses on the pairing of FP/Alice, but there is still some Bughead in there.

While I am still on the fence about whether I would ship them together now, I definetley like the idea that they have a history together.

There is a keep reading break in here so hoping it doesn’t cut off the fic for mobile users. Sorry :(

Summary:

Alice and FP are chaperoning the Homecoming dance, while watching Betty and Jughead they reflect on their own history and what could have been.


“Didn’t think I would ever see you at one of these.” She stated bluntly. Handing him a cup of punch, she had been careful to get him the unspiked version. Alice Cooper had been surprised to see him walk into the gym which had been converted into a winter wonderland for the Homecoming Dance.

“Trying to be a better person, be there for him.” He replied curtly. He was clean shaven, shirt and tie. She had to admit he looked good, different to when she had seen him outside the Andrews house a week ago.

Jughead had jokingly asked him to chaperone under the gentle encouragement of Betty and needed to pick his bottom jaw off the floor when his father had said yes. He had reminded him that he would need to be sober and presentable and FP had rolled his eyes asking who the parent was. The cold stare from his son, set him straight on that one. Alice was watching her youngest daughter, arm in arm with the beanie wearing boy, who she knew her daughter was falling for, hard.

“Are you ever afraid that they will make the same mistakes that we made?” She wondered out loud, taking a sip. He paused thinking about his response.

“They are not us Alice, I know Jughead sure as hell isn’t me, he wont make the same mistakes I did.”

“Yes he does seem to have inherited your wife’s smarts.” She smiled coolly at him. She thought about her own daughter, she so desperately didn’t want her to make the same mistakes that she had in her youth. She was aware that she was overbearing at times and she didn’t want Betty to hate her for it. But at times she thought maybe it was better that she hate her rather than make those same mistakes.

“I’ve tried you know. To steer her in the right direction. I messed up with Polly. I know that, I was just so scared they would be doomed to make the same mistakes us their mother.” She sighed deeply.

“You don’t consider this a mistake then.” He indicated at the two teenagers linked arm in arm as they chatted to their friends. When he had seen Betty Cooper in his trailer with Jughead he had to admit he was surprised. He knew the tight control Alice kept over her daughters and that she was letting her daughter hang out with his son struck him as odd. Especially given their history.

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Sexualization Of Trans Women (Story)

So as you guys know, my beautiful perfect adorable girlfriend is in fact trans. Well sometime around 2 months ago, I was talking to my friend. He asked me how my girlfriend was, except he didn’t know (he hadn’t talked to her in a year or two) that she was trans. I calmly said that her name was not the one he was using anymore and that she was transitioning to female. He was cool with that, obviously, because I’m a trans guy and have been open to my close friends about that for several years. But here’s what got me. I showed him pictures of her and I that we had taken the weekend before… and he just got really creepy. He started talking about how he “has always been turned on my girls with dicks” (mind you he knew we were together at the time) and that he “has always wanted to f**k her anyways”. I laughed it off because I thought he was maybe joking, but then went on to gush about the photos and talk about if she owned butt plugs (I know, what the heck?). At this point I started getting visibly upset, telling him to please stop talking about her in this context and that she was my girlfriend. He told me “sorry, I’m just into traps” which made it even worse because she’s not a “trap” shes a beautiful kind funny girl and I was just incredibly uncomfortable at this point. Now you’d think he’d stop? I did too. Later that day I find out that he’s been messaging her (because she told me he was being weird), and the same guy starts talking about “do you own buttplugs” and “you’re so gorgeous” and “we should be friends with benefits”. So she comes back to me, let’s name her for the sake of ease, Alice. Alice comes to me and tells me about this, so I go back and tell the guy to stop, and some other stuff along the lines “I told you we were dating so why are you flirting with her? I thought we were friends.” and this guy starts crying and just dude you have no reason to feel bad you litterally just tried to coax my girlfriend into having sex with you. And he’s like “I hope we can be friends” but yeah no that’s not happening.

Basically what I’m trying to say- this guy didn’t see her as my “girlfriend” or even a “girl” at all. He saw Alice as a fetish or a “trap” and didn’t understand that it wasn’t appropriate to treat her or I like that. It just made me realize how gross a lot of people are. Again transwomen are godesses. How do you guys do it.

All Started With a Song Part 9 // Conor Maynard

Word Count- 1058

Summary- conor sees your cover and contacts you

A/n- (feel free to change the friends name I was just too lazy to write y/f/n that may times) haha so here is the long overdue part 9! im thinking there will be two more parts but that all depends on where i take it. also have no idea when they’ll be up. hope you enjoy!

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“How could you?” you whispered, then shoved past him running down the hall, down the stairs and out the front door. You had no idea where you where, but you couldn’t be there.

What the fuck just happened?

Conor was here. But why?

Back in the room Alice was freaking out.

“Liv, go find Y/n.” she said, still sitting in her spot on the couch.

“Okay,” she said, running out the door. She made sure to push Conor a little on her way out while muttering something that sounded like ‘jackass.’

“Bro, what the fuck did you just do?” Anth said, walking up to Conor.

“I was going to apologize,” he sighed.

“I’m on my way,” Conor said, immediately getting up and heading to his room.

“Wait, what?”

“I’m on my way. I’ll be in LA by tomorrow.”

“But why?”

“To apologies to Y/n, why else?” Conor answered, grabbing his suitcase.

“I don’t know, it just kind of seems like…” Anth trailed off.

“Like what?” Conor asked, grabbing a few t-shirts.

“It sounds like you love her bro.”

Conor froze where he was, “What? No! I don’t love her! I just need to apologize! I swear.”

“Okay,” Anth chuckled. “But I’m not sure I’m the one you need to convince.”

Anth hung up and just stood there. He didn’t love her, he was IN love with her.

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“Apologize???” Alice stood up, furious. “You wanted to apologize??”

“Yes?” Conor said, slightly scared.

“God, you’re such a fucking prick!” she threw her hands up.

“How?” he said, flinching when she glared him.

“What exactly were you going to apologize for? Hmm?” she said, stepping even closer to the man who broke her best friend’s heart.

“For ruining the collab,” he said. “Wasn’t the obvious?”

After he said that, Alice just lost it.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You only had one thing to apologize?? God you’re so thick!” She began pacing the room. “How about how you ruined that collab. Or lying to face saying you forgot? Or how about unadding her on everything? Like can you be any more of a child. And right when she’s about to move on…” she walked up to Conor, poking his chest her between every word. “You. Fucking. Like. Her. Picture.”

“You’re right,” he sighed. “I need to apologize for everything.”

“You don’t get it do you?!?” she continued due to his questioning look “You fucking broke her. You broke Y/n. More than once. She cries in the shower because she thinks we can’t hear her in there. She won’t cry in front of us because she doesn’t want us to know how hurt she really is. She can’t even say your fucking name because it hurts so much. She blocked me out, her best fucking friend. All because of you. You broke her. And the only way you can fix it is by leaving her alone and letting her heal.”

By now Conor was upset, he hadn’t cried yet. But he was close.

“I was jealous okay?!?! I thought she liked me but then she started getting short with me and then I saw the guy on her Instagram! I was jealous and thought I should make her jealous too! I regretted it the second I saw what I did to her! I didn’t know what to do! So stop making me relive the worst mistake I ever made!” he was shouting. He didn’t meant to, he knew Alice was just defending you. But he couldn’t help it.

“Believe me,” he sighed. “I fucked up and I just need her to know I’m sorry.”

“Give me one good reason as to why I should let you anywhere near her.”

“Because I’m in love with her,” he sighed in defeat. “I am in love with Y/n and I need to tell her.”

~~

You and Olivia had made your way back to hotel. But only after you went to the store nearby to get ice-cream.

You two were currently sat on the ground of the balcony outside your room. You were on a high enough floor that you could see all the way to the ocean, something you had to see before you left.

“So, wanna talk?” Olivia said, taking another bite of ice cream.

“Honestly? I don’t know what to say,” you laughed.

“He came all the way to LA,” she started.

“I know, but he’s ignored me the past two weeks. Why would he do something so drastic?”

“I don’t know babe. Maybe Anth will find out for us,” she wriggled her eyebrows.

You laughed again, “Maybe.”

“But in all seriousness, how are you?” Her tone had changed.

“I mean, I’m okay,” you started. “At least I thought I was. You know what pisses me off the most though?”

“What?”

“I actually thought I was getting over him, then I saw him in person. And…” you sighed. “And I realized that I really am still head over heels for him.”

You heard the sliding glass door that lead to the balcony open and saw Alice walk out.

“Hey babes,” she smiled as she sat down against the railing that kept anyone from falling off. “What’d I miss?”

“Y/n still likes Conor,” Olivia said, handing her ice cream and spoon to the brunette.

You couldn’t look at either of them. So instead, you looked at the ocean. It was beautiful. Like nothing you’d ever seen, especially with the sunset. You saw as the tide came in and then retreated back. It was like you and Conor to be honest. You wanted so badly to not like him. He’s given you so many reasons not to. But right when you think you’re over him, you realize you’re not.

He came all the way to bloody California just too tell you that he’s sorry.

And you would’ve forgiven him, but he had ignored you for the two weeks prior to this. Maybe he only apologized because he realized that you were moving on. Maybe he’s still using you. Maybe he just wants your body. Maybe he’s going to leave you all over again.

“Babe, please don’t cry,” Alice whispered, wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

You hadn’t realized that you were crying.

But you had realized something.

You loved Conor, but you weren’t sure if you could forgive him.

And that scared you.

31 thoughts I had watching episode 1x09 of Riverdale

1. Archie you snake. Is there nothing you won’t do for your so-called music career, which so far consists of you strumming an acoustic guitar like that one guy who is legally required to sit in the corner of every college party ever in the hopes that someone misquotes a Smiths lyric, so they can say: “Actually, what Morrissey meant was..”

2. I do not trust Ethel Muggs.

3. I also do not trust any character that reads poetry to a class unless it is made explicitly clear that class is doing a poetry unit, and I dislike it as a trope.

4. “Hello young man who creepily reminds me of my dead son, date my least-favourite child and I will include you in our nepotism.”

5. Nice cockblock, Alice Cooper.

6. This is the most ridiculous and contrived corporate ceremony ever but the colour coordination is A+

7. Nice work, Archikins. Kneel like you are holding a foot pillow for the queen.

8. Ok I understand all the Blossoms being redheads because they are family and it would not surprise me AT ALL if this family was down with marrying cousins, but why are all the board members also redheads? Are they also family members? Or is it just a criteria for appointment?

9. This whole plotline (or rather, this whole show) is a reminder that hereditary family businesses are a bad idea. My dad worked for a big family company for years and they used to talk about board members as being “bloodline” or “non-bloodline,” which is some Slytherin nonsense if I’ve ever heard it.

10. How are the wife and daughter of a jailed dodgy millionaire the most realistic characters on this show? I love them both. They are so sensible. This IS a crazy-gossipy town, so let’s not keep ridiculous flimsy secrets.

11. Speaking of ridiculous flimsy secrets, here’s Archie.

12. “Looking extremely DILF-y today.” Same, Cheryl, same.

13. That lip-print.

14. Betty in that bomber jacket looks so gay and I am into it.

15. Why is Mr Blossom watching Archie, in his socks and jocks, get measured for a suit? And why is the suit red?

16. Why is everyone so impressed with Archie being basic AF?

17. Where do I know this tailor from?

18. Nowhere, it turns out.

19. Jughead, you dick. Don’t tell Betty to hold her parents and their garbage, dysfunctional, emotionally abusive relationship together. Some people are better apart.

20. I love Valerie.

21. This is very sad but I am glad my babies hugged. #TeamBeronica

22. That’s a fucking hideous suit, Archikins.

23. You know how you lifted up your shirt to show your abs in episode one and everyone swooned? This is the opposite.

24. Cheryl, however, looks amazing.

25. “So, just to confirm, we are pimping you out to our daughter.”

26. YES! GO POLLY! #TeamCooperLadiesDetectiveAgency

27. Archie, you are the worst.

28. Oh Veronica :(((

29. Guys, Alice Cooper can just freelance. Submit that shit to The Atlantic.

30. DRAG HIM, VAL! “I’m sorry Archie, but unlike you, I won’t be bought.”

31. I still don’t trust Ethel.

Prom is Better With Three

Dedicated to the amazing @franuary who is always there to fangirl over all things TRC and who helped come up with prom ideas! 

[For the sake of this story, please imagine that there was an extra week between the toga party and the rest of the events in The Raven King. FYI this post is about 4200 words and is fluff to the max.]

It was spring. The woods and fields were waking up, trees were budding, flowers were blooming, and the prom committee at Mountain View was in high gear preparing for this year’s extravaganza. Blue had been ignoring the ticket table that was set up in the cafeteria, the glittery posters that covered the walls and doors, the high-pitched gossip of who had asked who and who had been rejected. Prom had never been on her radar and with all her raven boy drama she simply did not have the patience or energy for it. In less than a month Gansey would be dead. Blue hardened her heart against the thought.

Blue had been studiously ignoring the rest of her classmates on that fateful day when both Henry and Gansey had deigned to call on her at school, but there was no ignoring the scandal that she encountered when she returned to school the next day. She was accosted by demands and insinuations: who were those boys? was she sleeping with both of him? It was embarrassing and awful and Blue was reminded yet again of why she had chosen her Raven Boys over her classmates.

What Blue did not expect was Gansey and Henry coming to see her at Nino’s during her shift that evening. She was feeling worn around the edges, still smarting from some of the particularly harsh things that had been said about her. At first she thought that Gansey and Henry had been able to sense her distress and had come to apologize for upsetting her social status quo. But no. They had come to ask her to prom.

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Teaching To Love Again Teacher Bucky AU - Final

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC (Alice Manning)

Rating: General

Genre: Fluff, Romance, slight angst

Word Count: 1,309

Plot: When single mother Alice goes to meet her daughter’s first teacher for a parent/teacher conference, but things do not go as planned. She hopes to never have to see Mr. Barnes ever again, but life has other ideas for Alice and Bucky.

Note: There will be an epilogue! 

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Alice huffs, poking out her bottom lip in a pout as she hangs up the phone. Well that was not the news that she wanted to receive. Okay, maybe it was, but it still hurts and sucks. At least this will make Bucky and Katie happy. Not that she’s not happy, but it is still a blow to her ego in a way, and she just has to get over that before she can really be happy about what this now means for her and Bucky, and Katie as well.

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The new minisode of Alice Isn’t Dead was, to say the least, confusing. But, looking closely, it was amazing. And that’s one of the reasons why.

At first, I thought the new voice was Alice. It was what I was hoping for, what I was expecting. As the episode goes on, though, it’s made clearer and clearer that the person speaking isn’t her. Until the final and decisive: “But, of course, Alice isn’t here. I am,” 

Right from the start is clear that whoever is talking is dangerous and powerful. 

“You’d know if you’d met me. You wouldn’t know for long, but it would be memorable.”

It’s implied that it’s someone that capitalizes from a hardship, and, not only that, but that they’re not alone too: “See, we didn’t start this. You’ve been doing this to yourself for a long time.”  

What really got me, though, was the “I love confusion. Confusion is where I live, it’s where I work.

Then, it all seemed to connect. Last season’s villan was the personalication(s) of a concept. Freedom. The bad aspect of it. It’s even brought back by the end of this minisode. 

“Think about if anything is possible, how many truly horrible things are possible? Like my girl said, “freedom is not good or bad. There can be terrible freedom.”

I think season is gonna be the same. But with something, a concept, even more powerful. A concept that has a voice. Its own side of the story. And that’s who we’ve met (hopefully for long). 

It might be confusion itself, or something related to it. There’s too little to guess just yet. Something frightening, that gives nightmares to children. Something that can pass unnoticed.(maybe it’s the same person in the hood, from the last minisode?)

I don’t know. One thing I’m certain of, though. This was something, someone, we didn’t expect at all. We could expect Alice, or even someone who had appeared before, But this person, the creepy and shady things they said, and their ultimately unknown identity, was simply… confusing. And there couldn’t be a better way for us to meet them. 

✴ Hunter Parrish gif pack

Under the cut, you will find 23 gifs of American actor Hunter Parrish who is best known for his role on Weeds or his Broadway career; he was born on  May 13, 1987. 

All of these gifs are 245px by 160px and were made by me from the movie Still Alice. Please use these gifs for roleplaying purposes only; please do not use in edits, for crackships, add to your own gif hunt, edit into icons, remove the watermark, or repost and claim as your own. If you use these gifs, please like or reblog this post so I know you found it helpful.

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Allow me to stir the pot with what may be an unpopular opinion, but I really don’t like Alice Angel’s design.  It’s too cluttered, and some of the design choices clash.

So I took out my tablet and tried to do an alternate take on the character.  I retained some of the original design but made some big changes.

  • removed the horns
  • shortened the hair 

These two changes are gonna be grouped together because I’m assuming TheMeatly wanted a devilish angel sorta vibe.  By removing the horns and shortening the hair, you get a more subtle version of this.  It works twofold when short hair on a woman during the times these cartoons were probably produced (late 20s-mid 30s) already implied independence and spitfire, and her hair ends can curl up to give a devilish silhouette

  • made her hands smaller and dainty–kept the circle marks on her palms because the wiki noted them, so they may be important in the future
  • added wings.  you want an angel, you better give her wings 
  • didn’t add any monochrome to her design outside of the eyes.  this isn’t intentional, just leaving it blank so black can go wherever it needs to

I’m certain I’ll get backlash for this, but do keep in mind that this will not retcon anything in Bendy and the Ink Machine.

-Someone with a tablet who likes that classic cartoon aesthetic

PS- I may revisit this when all the chapters are released.