#Carrie-tate is precious

[kanene-yaaay]

Hey hey! Can I ask you 4, 6 and 17 for this ask game? 👀✨

Heyaaaa <3 Ofc! Answers coming for This Ask Game coming right away :D

4. What is your favorite tickle story trope?

Cheer up tickles are always going to be my fav one, I think. Not only for the lee feeling down and receiving some tickly, giggly kind of care and love that make them immediately perk up again and get a smile on their face, no matter if the tickling is just a slow and soft dance of fingers or a more energetic attack that will bring up the most fun reactions!

But also a ler feeling antsy and needing some distraction from their own thoughts or feeling quite sad or insecure that day and having someone willingly putting their trust, their reactions, their smiles and care and laughter right under their tickling hands. It really makes me extremely soft. I love both of those scenarios a lot and I can count on the fingers of only one hand the times that I wasn't in the mood to read them kjhygtfrfghjklkj

6. What fictional character(s) would you love to see have a canonical tickle scene?

Aaaaaa there is so much of them!!! Gonna be honest tho, lately I have been crazy about both Mo Dao Zu Shi and Sousou no Frieren and I think I would ace life if I got one (1) tickle scene with Himmel or a playful tickle fight between Lan Zhan x Wei Wuxian or young Jiang Cheng, Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang. <3 <3 <3 <3 theeeemmmmm

17. What are your favorite teases to combine with tickling?

Oh my! I don't know why but this is a tricky one for me, I am not really sure kjhgtfredfghujk but I think! I like when the teases focus in commenting the reactions, ya know? Like, saying how beautiful the lee's smiles is or when the ler accidentaly squeeze a weak spot and there's that loud squeal and for a moment both of them are quiet until the ler goes "... oh, what was that? care to do it again?"

Lees also being open about how much they're loving the tickles and/or praising how caring and playful the ler is being also is very *chef kiss* fabulooous <3 <3 <3

[rustboxstarr]

Modern Eddie Munson headcons pt2

Thank you to @strangerthings64 for the request for pt 2!

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drugs (weed), porn. Inapropriate jokes/dirty jokes, allusions to men being disgusting (well they always are) on public transport

Masterlist

🚬 This bitch will go my precious in a Gollum voice while tapping his fingers when you take your top off.

🚬 will send you 10 minutes worth of snapchat videos and get cut off mid sentence then proceed to complain about it in the next.

🚬Eddie Munson HATES pop and hip hop, but once he starts dating you he’s conflicted because he hates the basicness of it and the people who listen to it, but watching you twirl around with Robin drunk and in your element on the dance floor looking so mother fucking sexy swerving your hips in circles to Hey Mickey! By Baby Tate he’s starting to wonder if he might appreciate live stream hip pop.

🚬 Will scroll through Instagram forgetting you’re on a call or on FaceTime with each other and suddenly starts singing incredibly off key to whatever playing on his Google nest.

🚬Facetimes you while he’s cooking and you have to endure watching him shriek and scurry away from the frying pan when hot oil hits his skin.

🚬 Refuses to show his Spotify stats when the group went through theirs because he discovered Woman by Doja Cat had earned the top 6th place.

🚬His whole tiktok is just a bunch of bullshit, like he will be sat next to u scrolling tiktok and suddenly start pissing himself with laughter and showing u this

🚬 FUCKING binges top gear, especially when high.

🚬When this mf gets drunk he’s handsy, ALL OVER HANDS, dudes hands are grabbing your ass, squeezing your titties, pulling your hair cuz he thinks it’s funny all while you’re tryna fight him off you.

🚬 Tried to pick you up once while hammered. He can’t pick you up for very long normally cuz u heavy and this bitch skinny and gangly as fuck but once he gets alcohol in his system. “Eddie you can’t carry me!” “Liquid strength” he motions to his drink “that’s now how it works!” Proceeded to wrap his hands around your thighs, he managed to carry you for a whole second where he was whooping and practically screaming I told you so before loosing his balance and toppling you both onto the floor. Stuck between the end of the couch and a lazy boy.

🚬 On public transport he will sit in the outer edge so you’re against the window and no one can accidentally braze past you. If the bus is full and you’re standing he’ll fucking corner you so no one can accidentally or purposely cop a feel.

🚬Sent a video once on Snapchat where he’s talking with a cigarette in his mouth, and the he dropped it and it burned a hole in the crotch of his jeans.

🚬 No doubt will buy dog leashes and cut the fabric off to use the chains as accessories (totally don’t do that myself…)

🚬 licks your face, need I say more?

🚬took a picture of you bent over tying your boots and drew in a stick figure behind you, he wrote tappin dat ass and posted it to his story

🚬Eddie Munson has instagram, but never posts, but when you finally wear him down he posts the UGLIEST photos of u, his profile picture is you covered in pimple patches with your hair in a fucking mess, two straws sticking out your nose

🚬Watched a porn video the night before you came over, then when you were set to leave in his van his phone automatically connected to Bluetooth while the FAKEST moans bellowed out of the tinny speakers.

[cawhawhaw]

Attack for @carrie-tate

Castiels wings must be so soft aaa 😭🪶

The ler is up to interpretation because I had no energy to draw a second character hahahaha. Misha Collins is too precious for this world.

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

wanna get carried away

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49866280 by frankie_31 Peter Hale is wasting his life when hit by a bus. Or, Peter is spending his precious moments on Earth thinking about work when he gets hit by a bus. Or maybe, Peter is trying to beat his coworker to the office when he gets hit by a bus. In any event, Peter is hit by a bus. Words: 3819, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of almost and maybe fics Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Malia Tate, Lydia Martin, Kira Yukimura Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Malia Tate/Kira Yukimura Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Peter Gets Hit With A Bus, Artist Stiles Stilinski, Lawyer Peter Hale, I Made Stiles An Aries, I am willing to argue about it, Meet-Ugly, Strangers to Lovers, Stiles Stilinski Takes Care of Peter Hale Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49866280

[forestraydentists]

Millennium Bridge

Among the most beautiful and iconic pieces of London design, Millennium Bridge is a masterpiece. Located on the north bank of the Thames, the bridge links St. Paul’s Cathedral on the north and the Tate Modern and Shakespeare’s Globe on the south. Whether you are traveling to London or are already a local, you should take the time to visit Millennium Bridge. It is one of the most impressive sights in the city. The bridge has been featured in several movies. It is a great way to see the London skyline, as well as the surrounding area.

The first thing to know about the Millennium Bridge is that it is not designed for vehicles. There are gentle ramps on both sides. The structure was designed to be able to accommodate over 5000 people at a time. The design was submitted in a competition run by the Southwark council. It wowed the judges with its ‘blade of light’ design. The other thing to know is that the bridge is open to the public seven days a week. There are a variety of activities to do while you are here. There are guided tours, as well as other forms of entertainment. You can even go shopping and enjoy a nice meal while you are here. Visit this page There are also some interesting facts about the Millennium Bridge. One of them is that the bridge was actually built two months later than originally planned. Another is that it has a canted tower. It is also home to 400 chewing gum art pieces. These are colourful portraits of miniature people that you will not be able to spot from the street. The artwork is a form of recycling and is available for viewing every day of the year.

The Millennium Bridge was a huge hit when it first opened to the public in June 2000. In the first two days of its opening, 160,000 people walked across it. It is also a good place to go for some photo opportunities. During the winter, the bridge can get slippery. It is best to use sturdy walking shoes to cross the bridge.

It was designed with the intention of giving visitors a great view of the city’s landmarks. The structure is supported by eight suspension cables. These cables are pulled with 2,000 tons of force against piers inside the river. This bridge was the result of a design competition that was run by the Southwark council. Its ‘blade of light’ design wowed the judges. The bridge was partly funded by the Millennium Commission. It is considered one of the most beautiful bridges in the UK.

The Millennium Bridge is not only a structural masterpiece but is also one of the most beautiful pieces of London design. It is decorated with gorgeous lights that can be seen from a distance. It is a popular tourist attraction and is open 24 hours a day. The structure was constructed in three sections. The southern end is near Shakespeare’s Globe theater and the northern end is near the City of London School. The total length is over 300 meters. Is not the only bridge in the UK to carry the millennium name. There are six other bridges in the UK that share this name.

The artwork on the Millennium Bridge is also worth checking out. It’s a large-scale rotating exhibition that you can explore for free. There are also a number of other exhibits you may want to check out. The Armoury Museum, which is near the bridge, has a number of fascinating exhibits to see. The Armoury is a museum that preserves World War I weapons and other precious things. You will have to be very careful if you have a small child. The traffic in the area is very busy and can be difficult to navigate. You will need to plan ahead and pre-book parking in advance. You may also need to pay a small fee to park on the other side of the bridge.

It is also worth taking a look at the Millennium Bridge at night. If you are a fan of the Harry Potter movies, you will be glad to know that it was a filming location for the Hogwarts castle scene. The bridge is illuminated in a unique way, and it looks different at night. A major problem with the Millennium Bridge was the lateral motion it experienced. The engineers did not anticipate this. As a result, the engineers installed a dampening system. This system included 37 viscous dampers that stopped 97% of the movement. At night, the bridge’s deck is illuminated with fiberoptic lighting. The handrails are made from stainless steel. The bridge is open 24 hours a day, seven days a week. A great place to also visit is

  Originally published here: https://forestray.dentist/london/millennium-bridge/

[proxylynn]

I gotta tell Tate and Frey something...I'm pregnant! A-And one of you are the father! *I dramatically run away like the main leads in kdramas* ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

Lynn: Yes, hi. This is awkward but they wanted me to read you this note.

"As I sit here amidst the scattered remnants of our shared memories, I can't help but feel a wave of bittersweet nostalgia wash over me. Remember the nights we spent under the stars, whispering secrets and dreams into the abyss? Or the laughter that echoed through the corridors of our souls, painting the world with hues of joy?

Each moment with you was a precious gem, a treasure I'll carry with me forever. Your smile, like a beacon in the darkest of nights, illuminated my path and guided me through life's labyrinthine twists and turns.

Just a quick heads-up: By this point in the note, we'll be long gone. You'll never find us! Thanks for the memories and great times. Love you lots."

[leafvy]

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

here’s a list of short names to coincide with my long names list :)

[ disclaimer: my sincere apologies if there are any spelling/meaning/origin mistakes in any of my name lists, i am by no means a professional in this area, i just like creating lists to help aid storytellers. i do try my best to find each name’s corresponding origin/meaning/spelling but i am a human who is prone to make the odd mistake. p.s, i take requests! ]

Female

Ada - German - First born female

Ali - Arabic - High, elevated, champion

Amy - French/Latin - Beloved

Anne - Latin/Hebrew - Favour, grace

Aria - Hebrew/Italian - Air, song, melody

Aura - Latin/Greek - Wind

Ava - Latin - Bird-like

Aya - German/Japanese/Hebrew - Sword, colourful, beautiful, bird

Ayn - Hebrew/Finnish/Russian - God has favoured me, grace, eye

Bay - English/French - Auburn-haired

Bea - Latin - Bringer of happiness

Beau - French - Beautiful, handsome

Belle - French - Beautiful

Bia - Latin/Italian - White, fair

Bindi - Noongar - Butterfly

Blair - Scottish - Plain, meadow, field

Blanche - French - White

Blythe - English - Joyous, kind, cheerful

Bree - Irish - Exalted one, strength

Briar - English - Bush of wild roses

Brook - English - Small stream

Bryn - Welsh - Hill

Buffy - Hebrew - Diminutive of Elizabeth, my god is an oath

Cara - Latin - Dear friend

Chloe - Greek - Blooming, fertility

Cia - Greek/Hebrew - Light,

Clair - French - Bright, clear

Coco - Portuguese/Spanish - Diminutive of Socorro, help, relief

Cora - Greek - Maiden, girl, daughter

Cove - English - Small coastal inlet

Dara - Hebrew/Irish - Pearl of wisdom, gift, compassion

Dawn - English - Sunrise

Doe - English - Female deer

Dot - Greek - Diminutive of Dorothy, gift of god

Dove - English - A bird

Eden - Hebrew - Delight

Edie - English - Prosperous in war

Ella - Greek/Norman/Hebrew/German/Spanish - Beautiful, fairy maiden, goddess

Elle - French - She

Elm - English - Elm tree

Elsa - Scandinavian - Joyful, Noble, god is my oath

Emi - Japanese - Blessed, favour, beautiful

Emma - Germanic - Whole, universal

Erin - Irish - Peace, from the island to the west

Esmé - French/Persian - Esteemed, beloved, emerald

Etta - Latin - Of noble birth

Eva - Hebrew - Giver of life

Eve - Hebrew - Giver of life

Faith - Latin - Confidence, trust, belief

Faye - French - Fairy

Fern - English - Green shade-loving plant

Fiona - Gaelic/Scottish - White, fair

Fleur - French - Flower

Flo - Latin - Flowering, flourishing

Gia - Italian - God’s gracious gift

Grace - Latin - Gracious

Greta - Greek/German/Persian - Pearl

Gwen - Welsh - White, holy

Hope - English - Desire of fulfillment

Ida - Scandinavian - Labour, work

Isla - Scottish/Gaelic/Spanish - Island

Ivy - English - Fidelity

Jade - Spanish - Stone of the colic, precious gemstone

Jae - Korean - Ability, talent

Jane - English - God is gracious

Jessie - Hebrew - He sees

Jill - Latin/English - Child of the God’s, youthful

Joan - Hebrew - God is gracious

Joy - English - Happiness, joyful

June - Latin - Born in June

Juno - Latin - Queen of heaven

Kai - Hawaiian/Japanese - Sea, ocean, shell, restoration, recovery

Kat - English/Greek - Clean, pure

Kate - English/Latin/Greek - Clean, pure

Kim - English/Korean/Chinese/Vietnamese - Gift of God, gold

Kira - Russian/Japanese/Persian/Greek - Mistress, ruler, leader of the people, beloved, light

Kyla - Hebrew/English/Scottish - Narrow channel

Lacy - English/Latin/French - Lace, cheerful, unbridled

Lake - English - Body of water

Lana - Slavic/Gaelic - Little rock, light

Lark - English - Songbird

Lea - Hebrew/English - Delicate, weary, meadow

Leda - Greek - Woman

Leigh - English - Delicate, meadow

Lia - Greek - Bearer of good news

Lily - English/Latin/Greek - Pure, passion, flower

Lisa - Hebrew - God’s promise

Liv - Norse - Shelter, protection, life

Lois - Greek - Superior

Lucy - English/Latin - Light

Lula - German/English - Famous warrior

Luna - Italian/Spanish/Latin - Moon

Lux - Latin - Light

Luz - Portuguese/Spanish - Light

Lyla - Arabic - Night

Mae - French/Latin - Month of May

Maeve - Irish/Gaelic - Intoxicating

Mara - Hebrew - Bitter, strength

Mary - Aramaic/Latin/Hebrew/Greek - Bitter, beloved, rebellious, marine, drop of the sea

Maude - German/French/Hebrew - Powerful battler

May - English - Month of May

Meg - Greek - Pearl

Mia - Scandinavian - Of the sea, bitter

Mila - Slavic - Gracious, dear

Mina - German - Love

Mira - Latin/Slavic - Wonder, wonderful, peace

Moon - English - The moon

Mya - Greek/Arabic/German/Persian - Sea of bitterness

Nelly - Greek - Light

Nia - Gaelic/Swahili - Lustrous, goal, purpose, resolve, brilliance

Nina - Spanish/Hebrew/Russian/Babylonian - Enclosure of fish, little girl

Noa - Hebrew - Motion

Nora - Irish/Latin/Arabic - Honour, light

Nova - Latin - New

Nya - Swahili/Gaelic - Purpose

Opal - Sanskrit - Gem

Ora - Latin - Pray

Paige - Latin/Greek - Assistant

Paris - Latin/Greek - Pouch, wallet

Pearl - Latin/English - Smooth round bead formed by a mollusk

Pia - Latin - Pious, reverent

Pixie - Celtic/Swedish/Cornish - Fairy

Quinn - Irish/Gaelic - Counsel

Rae - Hebrew - Ewe, female sheep

Rain - English - Rain

Reese - Welsh - Ardent, fiery

Remi - French - Oarsman

Ren - Japanese - Water lily, lotus

Rita - Spanish - Pearl

Rose - Latin - Flower

Ruby - Latin - Red gemstone

Rue - English/Greek - Regret, herb

Ruth - Hebrew - Friend

Sadie - Hebrew - Princess

Sage - Latin - Wise

Shae - Gaelic/Irish - Admirable, full of majesty

Sky - Norse - Cloud, scholar

Sloan - Irish/Gaelic - Warrior

Sue - Hebrew - Lily

Suzy - Hebrew - Lily

Tara - Sanskrit - Star

Tate - English/Norse - Cheerful

Taya - Japanese - Young

Tess - English/Greek - To harvest, to reap

Teva - Hebrew - Nature

Thea - Greek - Goddess

Tia - Spanish - Aunt

Uma - Hebrew/Sanskrit - Nation

Una - Irish - The personification of truth, beauty and unity

Velma - German - Determined protector

Vera - Slavic - Faith

Wren - English - Small bird

Zara - Arabic - Radiance

Zelda - German - Grey fighting maid

Zia - Arabic - Light

Zoe - Greek - Life

Zuri - Swahili - Beautiful

Male

Ace - Latin - One; unity

Amir - Arabic/Persian/Hebrew - Prince, chief, immortal

Araz - Arabic - Provisions, commodities

Arik - Norse - Eternal ruler

Arlo - English - Fortified hill

Arris - Greek -Best

Asa - Hebrew/Japanese - Healer, physician, born in the morning

Ash - English - Ash tree

Atlas - Greek - To carry

Axel - Hebrew - Father is peace

Bane - Slavic - Glorious defender

Bear - French/German - As strong and brave as a Bear

Beau - French - Beautiful

Beck - Norse - Small stream

Blaire - Scottish/Gaelic - Plain, field

Blake - English - Fair-haired, dark

Bodhi - Sanskrit - Awakening, enlightenment

Bolt - English - Bar, arrow

Bran - Scottish/Irish/Gaelic - Bramble, thicket of wild gorse

Brock - English/Celtic - Badger-like

Brody - Scottish - Broad eye, broad island

Bron - English - Son of a dark man

Buck - English - Male deer

Cade - English - Round, barrel

Cain - Hebrew - Something produced, spear

Cash - English/Latin - Hollow

Chase - English/French - To catch, to seize, hunter, huntsman

Clark - English - Scribe, secretary

Cody - English - Helpful, pillow

Cole - English - Swarthy, coal-black, charcoal

Colt - English - Young horse

Crew - Latin - Chariot

Dane - English - From Denmark

Dax - French - Leader

Dean - English - Valley

Drake - English - Dragon, snake

Duke - English - Leader, son of Marmaduke

Eden - Hebrew - Place of pleasure, delight

Eli - Hebrew - Ascent

Evan - Welsh - Youth, young warrior

Ezra - Hebrew - Help, helper

Felix - Latin - Happy, lucky

Fig - English - Fruit

Finn - Norse/Irish - Finn, Sámi, white, fair

Fox - English - Cunning, sly

Gage - French - One who is defiant

Gale - English/Greek - Jovial, tranquil

Grant - English/Gaelic - Tall, big

Grey - English - Grey-haired

Guy - French - Guide, leader

Heath - English - Someone who lives by a moor or heath

Hugh - English/French/Germanic - Mind, spirit

Ian - Scottish - The Lord is gracious

Ike -Hebrew - Laughter

Iker - Basque - Visitation

Jack - English - God is gracious, supplanter

Jax - English - God is gracious

Jay - Latin - Bird in the crow family

Jeb - Hebrew - Beloved friend

Jed - Hebrew - Beloved of God

Jet -English - Black, airplane

Jody - English/Hebrew - Jehovah increases

Jon - Hebrew - God is gracious

Joss - German - One of the Goths

Jovi - Latin - Father of the sky

Judd - English - To flow down

Jude - Greek - Praised

Kade - Scottish - From the wetlands

Kai - Hawaiian/Japanese - Sea, ocean, shell, restoration, recovery

Kiam - Unknown - Unknown

King - English - Monarch

Kit - Greek - Bearing Christ

Knox - Scottish/English - Hillock, round-topped hill

Koa - Hawaiian - Warrior, brave one

Kye - Welsh/Scandinavian/Gaelic/Greek - Keeper of the keys, earth, narrow, straight

Kylo - Latin - Sky

Lane - English - Small roadway or path

Lars - Latin/Scandinavian - From Laurentum, crowned with laurel

Leif - Scandinavian - Heir, descendent, beloved

Leo - Latin/Greek - Lion

Leon - Latin/Greek/French - Lion, son of a Lion

Levi - Hebrew - Joining, attached

Luka - Italy/Slavic - A person from Lucania

Luke - Latin - The bright one, the one born at dawn

Max - Latin - The greatest

Milo - German - Soldier, merciful

Nash - English - By the ash tree

Neo - Latin - New, gift

Nico - Greek - People of victory

Noah - Hebrew - To comfort

Oak - English - Oak tree

Otis - German/English - Wealth, son of Otto

Pax - Latin - Peaceful

Piet - Dutch - Rock

Pike - English - A person who lives on a sharp hill

Poe - English - Peacock

Quana - Native American - Aromatic

Ray - English/German - Counsel, mighty protection, guards wisely

Reed - English - Red-haired

Remi - French - Oarsman

Ren - Japanese - Water lily, lotus

Rhett - English/Dutch - Advice

Roan - Gaelic - Little red-head

Rory - Irish - Red-haired King

Ross - Gaelic - Promontory, headland

Roth - English/German - Red, wood, renown

Roy - Gaelic - Red

Rudy - German - Famous Wolf

Ryan - Irish - Little King, illustrious

Saint - English - Holy person

Saul - Hebrew - Ask, question

Sid - French/English - Wide meadow

Slade - English - Valley

Tate - Norse - Cheerful

Teo - Spanish - God

Tim - English - One who honours God

Toby - English - God is good

Torin - Gaelic - Chief

Troy - Irish - Descendent of a foot-soldier

Tye - English - Someone who lived near a pasture

West - English - Western stream

Wolf - German - Travelling Wolf

Zane - Hebrew - God is gracious

Zeke - Hebrew - God strengthens

Zen - Japanese - Peace

Zev - Hebrew - Wolf

[americxn]

some hcs or a small headshot of dating pre death tate? more specifically how they met and their instant connection and them just bonding over the same interests and same opinions of highschool/social media/the other kids at school and it’s kinda like a i hate everyone but you thing?? sorry if that’s a lot i just had it on my mind!!

High School (Tate Langdon x GN!Reader)

warnings: a teeny mention of mental health, otherwise none <3

You and Tate met on your first day at his high school after moving states and transferring institutions; you knew nobody and he was the only person who paid you any sort of positive attention when you were put in the same history class as him, your desk situated right beside his.

He was a little awkward at first, throwing messily flirtatious comments into your conversations almost immediately upon meeting; after several months of dating, he still purposely spoke to you with occasional pitiful attempts at flirting, knowing that it made you smile.

He immediately offered to walk you between classes, going so far as to leave his own early, much to the continued dismay of his teachers who didn’t have the influence to stop him, in order to meet you outside of your classroom and walk through the crowded halls together to your next class before disappearing to his own. 

The canteen was a truly hateful place for the both of you, and so Tate took it upon himself to supply the both of you with food from home; he was a terrible cook and so most of the time his messy lunches would consist of just a sandwich each, but you were always immensely thankful and savoured the time you spent together on lunch break, usually eating outside or finding an empty classroom to reside in. 

History was, unfortunately, the only class you had together; the two of you both despised the subject and so, about a month into your transfer, you began to skip the tedious weekly classes, hiding together in a secluded corner of the library and reading from the books to each other in hushed whispers.

It was during these skipped classes, the two of you savouring the precious time you stole from the turbulent routine of school days, that you began to uncover each others personal interests and teach the other the basis of your favoured knowledge or small little facts that you found intrigue in.

Tate's attitude of "I hate everyone" very quickly began to influence your own outlook on the school and everyone else in it. It was an attitude of utter loathing towards anyone outside of your relationship and to the hateful building that forced you to associate with the people populating its dirty corridors.

His early words to you, discreetly spoken into the silence of the back row in a history class, of:

"You can do anything, could be anything. Screw high school. That's... it's just a blip in your timeline. Don't get stuck there."

had resonated immensely with you, enabling you to release the stress of your studies and indulge fully in the boy that you rapidly fell for.

Eventually the two of you had resorted to skipping school entirely for the best part of the week, spending the day at his favourite beach, little more than a small stretch of sand surrounded by rocks on a fairly quiet, secluded part of the coast near his house; he said that he felt free there, the salty air and muted roar of the ocean temporarily smothering all of the negative thoughts that incessantly plagued him. 

That was another vital lesson that he had taught you, hidden in his words of:

“I used to come here... when the world closed in and got so small I couldn't breathe. I'd look out at the ocean, and I'd think... "Yo, douche bag, high school counts for jack shit." Kurt Cobain, Quentin Tarantino, Brando, DeNiro, Pacino, all high school dropouts. I... hate high school. So I come here and I look out at this vast, limitless expanse.”

You would only really ever deign to venture into school during Wednesday afternoons and Friday mornings, the days where you were timetabled to be in history class, just to carry out the ongoing tradition of sneaking into the library, talking softly to one another in quiet corners, pinning anyone who interrupted you with icy stares.

From there, it escalated to sneaking books out of the library with you when you left, tucking them under your jackets or shoving them in backpacks, never with the intention of returning them; you would hide them away in Tate’s bedroom in Murder House and would flick through them together on rainy afternoons, when the tide was too turbulent for you to venture out to your signature spot on the small stretch of beach you had claimed as your own, instead settling in his arms, the sound of the rain against the thick windows and Tate’s deep, steady voice in your ear as he read to you from stolen books lulling you to sleep.

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[darkh3llscap3]

Can't help but love you (pt.2)

A/n: I know it's moving fast but I have a bullet point plot and it involves it to move a little fast.

Warnings: Very detailed smut, swearing, abuse, dry humping, oral (woman receiving), virginity loss, vaginal penetration, murder, drugs mentioned.

General Masterlist

Ahs Masterlist

<<<Part 1

Tates pov:

After yesterday with the kiss, I couldn’t wait to see Y/n again. I'm happy we are finally becoming more. I was listening to Kurt Coban when a knock sounded from the door I rolled my eyes and shouted “Come in.” My mom strolled in looking around in disgust.

“Why don't you ever redecorate?” She asked me my frustration with her was already becoming overbearing.

“Don’t feel like it.” I said simply “What do you want?” I asked her.

“I wanted to let you know that Larry’s coming over for dinner again." I rolled my eyes of course she has that lame excuse still around.

"Ok well, you told me you can go now." She nodded and left the room. I felt uncontrollable anger stir in my veins. It took a couple of minutes for it to numb itself out.

A girl with h/c walked in my doorway, making me smile. She didn't look well a frown on her face. She sat down in front of me she had one of my old hoodies on her delicate form. She was looking down at her lap in silence. 

My hands beckoned me to grab her soft chin forcing her to look at me. Even with her chin in my hand, she refused to look me in the eyes. She did everything to avoid me. 

I scanned her face purple and red Mark's covered under her eye, Cuts and scratches on her cheek. A tear escaped her e/c eyes and a little sniffle came out. She looked so broken and unhappy. I took a deep breath trying to control my anger.

"What happened to you?" My hands tangled in hers before continuing "Who did this to you?" I rephrased it so I could get a better answer. 

"M-my dad got mad at me last night for hanging out with you." She stuttered out in a hushed whisper. The thought of her getting beat for being with me made me feel like this was my fault. But it made my blood boil that he would even lay a finger on her precious body.

"How long has this been going on baby?" I moved her so she was sitting on my lap sideways so she could have her face in the side of my neck while I played with her hair. 

"Ever since I was a little girl but it stopped when he finally left. But when he came back it's like I'm not even his daughter. My mom usually tries to stop him but then he just takes it out on her. Now that I'm older she doesn't even try. Whenever he comes back the first few days he's sweet and gets me to forgive him but it's always the same. The second I disagree or do something he doesn't as he hits me relentlessly." I slowly play with her messy hair untangling it gently trying not to cause her more harm than what's already been affected.

She disconnects and looks at my face for the first time today. Her eyes trail down to my lips and get what she's hinting at. So I kiss her chapped lips in a slow passionate moment. She sits upright on my lap and kisses me harder. Her body rocking into mine agonizingly slow. A grunt leaves my lips as I kiss down her soft neck. 

"Please make me forget, you've always been so gentle with me." She says to soft hand connecting to my cheek running her thumb across it, her mouth close to my ear. "Please I want this."

I pick her up and carry her to the bed and lay her down. I start with taking off the hoodie and kissing down her mouth again so I can control my other thoughts. My hands slid down her body worshipping her even though she was fully clothed.

"You're so beautiful," I said as I stripped her of her shirt. Her body flexed into mine so I could take off her bra. My mouth attached to her nipple as she took a breath. My mouth switched to the other doing the same while she moaned under me. I pulled my shirt from me so I could kiss her again. The skin on skin contact drives me crazy. 

"Don't ever leave me." She whispered in a daze my heart leaped at her meaningful words. I gripped her hips like she was my cause she is she always will be.

"I'll never leave something that brings me so much happiness." My hands glided down her s/c skin to tug down her sweats. She had on plain cotton underwear that looked so simple but yet they urged a fire within me. 

I looked at her to visibly get permission to take off her underwear. She nodded and I slipped them down. She widened her legs for me to get a better look at her glistening folds. I could only describe her as perfect. 

My mouth went to taste her cunt. She tasted so sweet it was addicting. My hand had to go to her mouth to silence her. Then I let it lazily trial back down when she got the memo. My mouth sucked on her clit harshly while my fingers fucked into her tight pussy to get her stretched out for my cock.

She was so wet you could hear the sounds echo in the room, her hands tangled in my hair, an obscure moan coming out of mine. She tried to wiggle out of my hold in bliss. I easily stopped it with my hand putting pressure on her stomach. 

I looked up slowly, our eyes connecting as I got back on top of her. Her hands guide all over my chest soaking it all in. Y/n stares at me in awe as she analyzes me.

 Everything about her was driving me crazy up from the way she looks at me to how good it feels when she touches me. She was so perfect in many ways and it made me feel content that she was letting me be her first. I've always dreamed that we would grow old together and be buried together one day. She's one of the biggest influences in my life and I would kill for her. She connects our lips again I start to undo my belt. Her eyes watching me from above her hair was spread out like an angel carefully fanned out on the pillow. 

I stretched my arm out to open my drawer to pick up the metal pack that I've had for a moment like this. Pushing my pants down my legs and slipping them on I connected our lips again. My hips slowly guided into hers, her face wincing in pain. As I stopped my movement to check up on her. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked in a low tone while my hand pushed the hair out of her face. 

"Just go slow please." I nod and go in slower and stopping every few moments so I don't hurt her fragile body. I had to stop after almost every thrust cause it was hard not to cum. She felt so warm and tight I wondered how she'd feel without the condom. She kept her eyes closed but I didn't mind. I was busy trying not to finish before she even started feeling good.

"You can go faster Tate." She whispered to me. I nodded and thrust faster and fuller a moan came out her heavenly throat. It beckons me to go faster in her wetness the sounds of skin slapping. Whimpers of pleasure coming from her mouth as her nails go in my back-breaking the skin. My head goes in her neck trying to control myself. 

I hastily picked up her leg and put it over my shoulder so I could get a better angle. I go deeper if it is possible as she takes me as a good girl.

"Fuck Y/n you feel so fucking good please tell me you're close." I praise her shallow breathing getting heavier within every second I'm in her. Her hand leads my thumb to circle her clit.

"Tate ugh I'm gonna cum soon." Those simple words encourage my thrusts as I go faster, my other hand clawing at her hips, my red face in her neck while hers is in mine.

 Her hands connect with my cheeks as she kisses me deeply, making an ounce of control leave especially when she wraps tightly around my cock. I spill into the condom while she cums under me, grunts leave my throat as I fuck the last of my cum in her.

In a tired daze, I remove the condom and throw the substance in my trash can. She gently cuddles into my chest as I whisper little praises in her ear.

Y/n pov:

Tate had given me one of his shirts and told me "How can you possibly look even more angelic when you're just wearing my shirt?" It was a simple but cute phrase I'll always be in the back of my head. What happened almost an hour ago I never imagined it to feel so good. It warmed my heart how soft Tate was with me. 

It's just nice to have someone care for me. After we finished we took a shower together and got dressed. He was laying down as my head was on his chest and his hand played with my wet hair. It was nice having Tate so close to me. Loud footsteps caught my attention as I slowly sat up it sounded like it was getting closer. Then we could hear Constance screaming at somebody.

That's when the door opened with a breaking sound as I jumped Tate was by my side when he saw him. My dad. Panic began to rise in my chest my breathing starting to falter.

“You’re gonna stop seeing him or your punishments gonna be a worse okay baby girl.” His word from yesterday ring in my ears.

His angry form radicals with anger as he came close to me Tate pushed me behind him but it was pointless when my dad punched him and grabbed my hair. Throwing me on the ground "I warned you you fucking slut I'm going to kill you and that low life." He went and kicked my stomach as state some up from behind him and slammed something down on his head. As he fell to the ground. 

I felt my body shaking and tears coming out of my eyes as I hugged myself looking down at his incoinciois body. Tate looked down at me and quickly came by my side as he scanned my face but I couldn't stop looking at my dad. "Hey, hey he's down he can't hurt you, come on let get you cleaned up." He picked me up and wrapped my legs around him. We left the room and he carried me to the bathroom. He left the room but I could hear him talking to Constance.

When he came back he got some tissues and wiped under my eyes. I took a good look at him and noticed a bruise starting from under his eyes. "Shit, Tate." I leaned forward more seeing the different shades of red around his beautiful brown eyes. "I'm so sorry this is all my fault." I looked away I couldn't look him in the eyes I felt too bad it's my fault he got hurt.

"No baby it's fine I'm just happy you're safe. Let go to bed." He led me to his room when we stepped in I noticed he was gone. "Where is he?" I asked in confusion as he tucked himself next to me in the bed.

"My mom's taking care of him just go to sleep." I nodded and let myself drift off feelings safe now that state was here with me.

Constance pov:

I roughly dragged the dirtbag down the stairs his head building on every step. The medicine I injected in his neck knocked him out cold so he didn't feel me throw his body in the trunk. 

I went to ally and threw his body and got a needle that had something Tate gave me in it. I stuck it in his arms and pushed the serum in it. It should be enough to overdose him and make the cops think him dying was an accident since his record is bad.

Finally, my son can be happy and stay with that nice girl. I bed they can give me the cutest grandchildren. My eyes rolled at the thought of having to cancel on Larry tonight. I walk away from the scene and get in the car to go home and check on the kids.

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[araingirl]

Be my...

Be my Tyson Granger, I’ll be your Kai Hiwatari. 

There may be many differences between us. Regarding choices, customs, backgrounds, ideologies, opinions-and so on. Maybe, the world sees us as rivals. Maybe, we can be 180-degree opposite to each other. Your lovers may taunt me and my personality anytime, my admirers may belittle you and your choices whenever they get any chance. To the world, we may seem only rivals, only villains to the devotees of each other. 

However, all these things are never meant to worsen the relationship between me and you. There may be distance between us, I mayn’t be by your side all the time. But trust me, whenever you’ll need me, whenever you’ll be in danger or in any complex situation-I’ll get your back. In every dangerous situation, I’ll lay my life in front of you. For you, I’ll lay myself on burning coals-so that they cannot burn your feet. Whenever you’ll achieve any success, the world may forget me. However, I won’t feel bad at all. I’ll proudly smile at your success, admiring you. 

Let all your sorrows be mine, and let all my happiness be yours. In return, just...bring me to the right path, show me the way of light when I’ll be engulfing in darkness. 

Be my Ray kon, I’ll be your Kai Hiwatari. 

Our choices are quite similar, so are our mindsets. You’re one of the few people who can understand me. I’m one of the few who can feel you. I promise, whenever you will set your feet along any wrong path because of your emotions, I’ll bring your back. The world may put a lot of pressures over your shoulders. I hope my hand won’t increase that when it fall on your shoulder during that time. Rather, may it snatch all of it. 

Be frank to me always. Feel free to share anything with me. My suggestions may seem harsh to you, but trust me, in the end, it will bring only your betterment. For your welfare, I’ll fight till the very end. 

Can I...hope to get your support then too? 

Be my Tala Valkov, I’ll be your Kai Hiwatari. 

To the world, our friendship, the bond between us may not carry any value. Yet, I hope to have you by my side when I’ll have no one by my side. Be my partner on the way to fulfill my dream. I promise, I’ll raise you and your honor before the world, making you feel admired always and everywhere. 

Only through our silence, we’ll convey one thousand untold, unknown feelings to each other. You may feel disturbed with me at my silence, at my disobedience sometimes. Believe me, they will be only for our betterment, only to prove ourselves strong. Together, we’ll show the world that we aren’t destitute. Even if you fall weak and lifeless like an ice cube anytime, I promise, I’ll be equally strong, blazing just like a flame. 

And...when I’ll be falling weak, will you melt, shedding a bead of tears for me? 

Be my Max Tate, I’ll be your Kai Hiwatari. 

Don’t need to afraid of me, little guy. I know...you aren’t. You’ll be my precious little sibling whom I’ll protect every time, risking my life. Don’t need to feel the weakest in the team. Don’t need to be confused or pressurized. Trust me, I’m with you. I have full faith on you because I know far well about your potential. You’re so strong that you keep the power of defeating me or surpassing me always. 

In return, don’t fear to lend a hand to me when I’ll be falling, rekindling all the hopes which were about to get smothered. 

Be my Hilary Tachibana, I’ll be your Kai Hiwatari. 

Hey, don’t feel down if I ignore you. I promise, I’ll recognize your latent talents and qualities when no one will be. Little bud, I’ll be your sunshine, lending a hand to you so that you can turn into a fully blossomed flower within no time. May the world give the credit only to the streams of water, forgetting this sunshine.... but I won’t mind at all. You’re precious to me, you’ll find me every time protecting you, risking my own life.

Feeling suspicious of me? So what? So what if we don’t talk to each other much? So what if I seem indifferent to you all the time? Wanna fly? Let me be your sky, and, let your wings spread throughout me. Say what? What do I need from you? 

When this flame will be on the verge of getting smothered, being the fuel, will you shower on me and knock some senses into me? When my passion will seem trivial to me, I can hope to feel its necessity again because of you....right?

Be my Dranzer, I’ll be your Kai Hiwatari. 

You’ll be the source of all my energy. You’ll be the one on whom I can completely depend, closing my eyes and shutting my ears. For me, you can even sacrifice yourself and your existence. Again, for me, you can be reborn, like a true phoenix. I’ll, always, be thankful to you for everything. 

Please, don’t feel down if I abandon you. Rather, shower all your anger on me. Show me the true path, the path of light. Even if you leave me or are snatched from me, don’t worry, don’t be upset. I’ll find any way to resurrect you, to make you mine, to cease the gap between us. 

Be the reason behind my existence, and, behind all my might. 

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@sapphire-of-the-seas @rainbow-pearls @black-eilla @nerdy-anime-weeb @velox-the-knight @shelly-the-pheonix @breakingsasuke​ Happy friendship day, my dear people! As we all know, friendship has different colors, different forms-just like love. So, let me know who you are for me! *_* *_* *_* 

Again, happy friendship day to all the people who see it too! Let’s cherish one of the purest relationships in this world, with the essence of sacrifice, and, without the evil feeling of selfishness, cruelty and jealousy. 

[kanene-yaaay]

Heyy, bean! Can I ask you a 9 for this ask-thing? :>

Heyaaa! It's the b-day bean!!!! Hi hiiiii :D

9. One of your favorite tickle tropes? (from This Ask Game)

Okay I think I am always talking about cheer up tickles here so lemme choose another one this time to ramble non stop sdfrhujdfg

Alright alright , this one I don't see very often but it's when a non-human-being has a human friend and discovers what is tickling for the first time. It doesn't matter how the scenario will play out, it's always the most ADORABLE and PLAYFUL thing. If they decide to tickle the human to understand better what is tickling. If the human has to actually explain what is this human bonding activity while blushing and smiling all the way because their friend is genuinely curious (and this can always led to the AWESOME conversation of the non human being asking if they like this 'tickling' activity, or if they can tickle them etc etc). Or if the human decides to "show" them what tickling is by (surprise, surprise) tickling the non human being and chuckling and teasing them all the way about their reactions.

Now, for a more """common""" tickle trope I would say "making the lee that is hiding their face show their smile with teases or gentle tickles or surprise tickle attacks and then comment about how beautiful their smile is or how cute they look or how nice is their laughter"

[raymondebidochonlifechoices]

Opinion on Jabitha?

Hey, anon! Loaded question!

I’ve said my bit about Jabitha before. Most of it is here and here. Long story short, I really like Tabitha and I don’t particularly mind Jabitha but my ship was and still is Bughead. This is first and foremost a Bughead blog.

This is a longish answer, so everything’s under the cut.

The thing is, I really, really like Tabitha Tate! She’s Valerie 2.0. She’s smart, she’s compassionate, she’s sassy, she’s independent. She can be a bit of a Mary Sue, which is why her Rivervale spat with Jughead, was so enjoyable. Not for shipping reasons, but rather because it was a nice opportunity for a change of scene. Erinn is a good actress and it’s nice to see her on the screen. Tabitha has been a good and steady friend to my precious boi FPIII Jones. If they want to make out with each other, why not? (Although there hasn’t been a lot of that, has there?) They seem to be on equal ground. I don’t think Tabitha babysat Jughead: he was managing survival -if not happiness- on his own. What she gave him was companionship, which he sorely lacked, since the writers went that extra mile to completely isolate him and make him miserable.  

I have friends on tumblr who ship Jabitha and friends who very much don’t. I can understand the appeal: they are a positive couple, and they’re both characters that I enjoy. (Whereas f.e. half of B*rchie is a character I can’t stand.  Which is also the reason why I’m not particularly invested in Varchie).

However, they are not my ship nor are they going to be any time soon.

If your question, anon, has to do with Jabitha’s longevity in the show, please, excuse my reluctance to enter into that discussion.

Riverdale is a show that changes its own canon, consistently drops plot lines and yo-yo’s characters. We’re still waiting for s6b in order to retrospectively interpret parts of s5b. If the Vale does carry into the Dale, maybe not everything will be what it seems in s6b either. Who does that? How are we supposed to predict -much less invest in- anything? That being said, the writers are highly aware that it’s still Bughead (both in sleuthing and as a couple) who bring the viewers in: they keep giving them the A plots (mysteries), they keep showing Bughead make-outs before every hiatus. In s5 Tabitha might have been the person offering Jughead support but Betty was the person he kept dreaming about as his saving angel. Similarly, Betty’s most important scenes character-wise (not shooting the track driver, starting -but not finishing- a real talk about TBK) have been with Jughead. I don’t think ep100 was a one-time deal. Alas, my magic sphere is broken, so I can’t predict how things will unfold but I still think Bughead is a more probable endgame than Jabitha.

As for their … shippability, for lack of a better word, sure, they’re shippable! ALL characters are shippable. That’s the beauty of it! I won’t yuck other people’s yum, anon. I can only tell you why I am not invested in them. (Which is why this post is getting an anti tag. Not because it’s against Jabitha but rather because no shipper wants to read about why other people are not into their ship).

Jabitha did have a gradual development. How could they not? Tabitha has been Jughead’s most frequent scene partner, since they completely isolated him in an effort to recreate his s1 “outsider” persona. Their romantic development, however, has been more rushed. Their 5x10 dance and kiss was nice. Imo, it needed one or two more scenes to catch. I consider the Bunker scene as neither a love proclamation from Jughead nor a rejection by Tabitha: they were attracted to each other but Jughead was high. It was the right thing to do. (The whole thing also led to Jughead later hallucinating angel Betty saving him from that sinkhole, so there’s that too). There’s the obligatory post-hiatus mention of the dance in Jughead’s voicemail to Tabitha in 5x11 (in case we’ve forgotten) and then bam! it’s 7 eps later (5x18), where they declare their love via heavily altered lyrics. No discussion, no nothing. They just went straight into singing aaaand … fade out! (in front of a bed that was not used no less). There are people who do not like the implications of the lyrics (Jughead doing anything to be what Tabitha needs). Personally, I think it’s just a song. And the intention behind the original lyrics is not about changing yourself to fit someone else’s needs, so I’m a-okay with that. Jabitha’s spat in 6x2 was also inconsequential: that was not Dale!Jabitha. Dale!Tabitha is no more insecure than Dale!Jughead is a self-absorbed sloth. It was meta, it was interesting, if anything, it led to a love declaration. The declaration itself was a bit tepid and in typical Riverdale fashion, the scene had to be spelled out by the writers (via Jughead), which is not the best thing re: love declarations but -hey!- to each their own.

Apart from the fact of Bughead having had 4 years of TV time, the thing is, Jabitha doesn’t tick the same boxes Bughead does. At least not for me.  

Betty and Jughead caught my attention because the characters saw and supported each other’s “true” self. It was them against the world. Jughead has been there for Betty and vice versa, in extreme, dramatic ways. This is not the case with Jabitha. Sure, Tabitha has been there for Jughead when nobody else seemed to remember his existence but her support has been more subdued and the opportunity for Jughead to reciprocate has not yet arisen. Since Tabitha is a secondary character and this is Riverdale, it might never arise. For me, as a shipper, that is a problem. As a character, Tabitha hasn’t faced adversity yet. Her disapproving parents (the thinnest excuse for those 2 heavily altered songs in 5x18) have had zero impact in her storyline, in the same way that the explosion at Pop’s (and related financial difficulties) in 5x19 didn’t have any lasting consequences nor did Jughead participate in handling that situation outside of stating his support. Tabitha’s short-lived Cypher-related dilemma in the Vale had nothing to do with Jughead (and was as much her storyline as it was Pop’s) nor was Jughead’s deal with the devil connected to her.

Cole himself drew attention to the different tones of the two relationships. Now, I agree with him: tempered domesticity can be very beautiful and is, indeed, a sign of a healthy relationship. It’s certainly befitting characters that are supposedly more mature now. However, this is Riverdale, the most over-the-top capital of serial killers. Can you build a fanbase for a new couple just on tempered domesticity? Please, note: I said just. I do, for example, want domesticity for Bughead but not just that. I enjoy Bughead’s insufferable (affectionate) theories and attitudes, them jumping into the most wacky and dangerous situations! And here’s the catch: while Tabitha was indeed involved in Jughead’s 2 ultra-crazy plots, by helping him out when he was struggling with alcoholism and with researching the Mothman (and later by helping Betty with the Lonely Highway Killer), the denouement of her boyfriend’s storylines did not actively involve her! He either reached catharsis on his own (alcoholism i.e. the Rat King) in a plot that predated meeting her and was in fact linked to Betty or his plot intermingled with Betty’s (Mothman/Lonely Highway Killer) involving more Bughead scenes than Jabitha ones (5x17). Narratively speaking, Tabitha, as a secondary character, was there for the protagonists (Jughead and Betty) up until they could do things on their own, in resolutions that did not involve her but involved said protagonists (and ex-lovers) together. Independently of whether this was intended by the show or just the byproduct of the way they write secondary characters, it boils down to this: for me (and this is strictly a personal preference) this is not a satisfactory way to explore a couple. I’d like my couple being there for each other till the end, reaping the fruits of their labour together, à la 4x16, if you know what I mean.

This does not mean that it is not satisfactory for the writers. It’s anyone’s guess how their minds work. For me though, this particular dynamic and this particular narrative is not as engaging.

It is quite obvious that the writers did put a lot of effort in Tabitha/Jabitha (i.e. they gave what other shows consider the bare minimum but, hey, it’s Riverdale!): they wrote a very likable character, they tried to avoid the mistakes they did with Toni, they gave Tabitha actual screen time, they developed her friendship with Jughead gradually (her romance not so much, but Riverdale is not known for its slow burns), they gave Jabitha a good relationship. Because, yes, it is objectively a positive, if not very passionate, relationship. In fact, Tabitha has been surprisingly consistent for a Riverdale secondary character and her screen time is impressive considering she just joined the show (both elements in her favour actually). RAS’s surprise at Jabitha not being instantly popular probably stems from this. The reason why I’m ok with them but not rooting for them is not Jughead and Tabitha’s relationship per se but more so the precedent of Bughead. As I said, the two relationships simply don’t tick the same boxes. Tabitha is not a placeholder for Betty, she is, however, to use @violet1429 ’s very apt expression: BettyLite. Having Jabitha re-enact Bughead scenes (f.e. kissing in front of the burning Lodge Ledger offices) isn’t doing them any favours either.

Before anyone comes screaming in my ask box: this has nothing to do with Tabitha’s colour and everything to do with her being a secondary character and with the way this show writes them.

I understand why there are people who enjoy Jabitha (meaning the people who actually like them, not those who pretend to do so for their own shipping agenda). They’re a nice couple. Both Cole and Erinn are talented actors. Both Jughead and Tabitha are enjoyable characters. But no, I don’t actively ship them. They’re not my endgame. There are so many things they must do as a couple (atmospheric cinematic framing notwithstanding) for me to emotionally invest in Jabitha the same way I did for Bughead. And, frankly, I don’t see any of those things actually happening.

I don’t know if this is what you were looking for, anon, but I sincerely hope you enjoy the show and your ship, if you are a shipper! Much love to you! Thank you for your ask!

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

Next-Gen Kittens

i realized i literally have not talked about my next-gen kittens in so long????

SO HERE ARE SOME OLD HCS FOR MY NEXT-GEN KIDDOS

send me asks about them if you want to learn more! i’d love to talk more about them!

Charon and Anthea: Hestia and Tumblebrutus’ kittens

- Charon has light brown fur with patches of grey, and has a prominent grey patch around his nose and mouth. Anthea’s fur is completely red, and she has a patch of light brown on her front right paw, which gives her the nickname “Socks” by her older brother.

- Charon’s older by a year, and he’s very protective over his little sister. Anthea adores her big brother very much, and the two of them are absolutely inseparable.

- Anthea definitely takes after her dad, and loves learning how to do all the acrobatic flips and tumbles that he does, and she’s very bubbly and happy! Charon takes more after his mom, and he’s a bit quieter than his sister and is more introverted. He loves his cuddles though, and as a kitten, he would refuse to leave his mother and father’s sides. He’d always have to be carried around, and if it was Hestia or Tumble holding him, it was most likely Tugger, because his mane is ideal for kittens to snuggle into.

- Tumble and Hestia are the best parents, and always take time for their kittens, especially after their magic manifested. They take them on adventures around the Junkyard, and Hestia brings them to Bustopher’s clubs to visit their great-grandkits, because they 100% refer to him as “Grandpa Bustopher”.

- Charon and Anthea are very in tune with each other, and since they both have their mom’s magic, they’re able to know each other’s feelings. They’re not as magically in tune as Coricopat and Tantomile, but they know each other well enough without having to talk to each other.

- Charon is also very close with Tate and Ramona, and is one of the only cats Tate will talk to voluntarily.

Tate and Ramona: Jemima’s kittens

- I’ve never had a pairing for Jemima, but I’ve always pictured her as wanting to have kittens of her own, adopting them like Munkustrap adopted her. Ramona is an orange Scottish Fold, and Tate is a snowshoe cat. 

- Ramona was the first kitten that Jemima found on the street, having come upon the little queen when she was hunting through some garbage. Jemima took the kitten under her wing, and after a few weeks, brought her back to the Junkyard. Demeter nearly cried because SHE HAS A GRANDDAUGHTER NOW and Jemima became very happy with her little girl.

- Barely a few months after finding Ramona, Jemima found Tate. He was sick, tossed out by his humans once they found out that one of the children had an allergy. Jemima brought him back to the Junkyard, and, with the help of Jenny, helped him get better.

- Ramona and Tate instantly latched onto each other, and refuse to be without one another. Having both lived on the street, they know whoo to trust and who not to trust. They love their mother, and Jemima makes sure that they’re healthy and taken care of. Tate is a very distrusting cat, though, and rarely talks to anyone beside his mother and sister. 

- Jemima really loves being a mom, and she sings her kittens to sleep every night, which always helps to soothe Ramona’s nightmares. She gets nightmares from being on the streets, so this actually helps her form a bond with her Auntie Jojo! She really likes Jubilee.

- Tate forms a close bond with Hestia, and Hestia loves her nephew very much. Jubilee and Hestia are just the best aunts to the twins (even though they’re not really twins, that’s what everyone calls them!)

Jax: George’s adopted puppy

- a PRECIOUS PUP

- Jax is a gold English cocker spaniel, and George loves them with all his heart. The day he found them as a puppy, he all but raced back to the Junkyard like “LOOK AT MY CHILD” and adopted Jax on the spot.

- George is the proudest dad in the entire world, and Jax adores their father, and they’re just such a sweetheart. They’re the best pup, and is happy just to have their dad spending time with them.

- Jax is very sociable, and can and will run and hug just about anyone who comes into the Junkyard, and it doesn’t matter if they’re a stranger or not. Munkustrap has had many a near heart attack after seeing Jax running to hug a random cat or dog.

- Some cats, however, think that Jax does not like them because they turn into an absolutely stuttering mess and will not talk to them at all (coughZephyrcough)

- They love going on all sorts of adventures with Skimbleshanks and Munkustrap, and they love seeing the different magic that all the cats have.

- Anthea is best friends with them, and the two of them cause the most wonderful kind of chaos.

Zephyr: Cassandra and Alonzo’s kitten

- He’s basically identical to Cassandra, but has a few patches of white in his brown fur.

- He’s very slinky, just like his father, but he has not graduated fully into the Slinky Bastard™️ form. He’s getting there, though.

- He’s very good at controlling his emotions and not letting them get the better of him. He’s very proper, and occasionally can come off as a bit aloof and mean before others get to know him. He’s extremely blunt, and doesn’t sugarcoat things when talking to cats.

- Even though he is almost a Slinky Bastard™️, any sort of suave aloofness totally disappears as soon as he sees Jax. Zephyr’s a stubborn tom, but seeing Jax bouncing all over the place and shooting their dopey grins at anyone any everyone, he’s an absolute goner.  He spends most nights venting to either his mom or his dad about “i’m pretty sure Jax hates me because they won’t talk to me and they don’t want to be around me and DAD STOP LAUGHING AT ME I’M HAVING A CRISIS”

- Zelda also teases him CONSTANTLY about his crush, but then he gets back at her by teasing her about her crush on Ramona so it’s okay.

Zelda and Thalia: Victoria and Plato’s kittens

- Zelda’s older than Thalia by two years, and is basically identical to Plato, whereas Thalia looks exactly like her mother.

Zelda and Zephyr are attached at the hip, as they are the same age, and Zephyr’s basically an older brother to the two queens. 

- Zelda’s a bit better with her emotions, and doesn’t always put on a stoic face, so she’s at least able to have a civil conversation with Ramona, so she’s getting somewhere with her feelings!!

- Thalia was born blind blind. But, to the surprise of her parents, she has magic, inherited from her grandmother on Victoria’s side, the same queen who is the reason for Mistoffelees having magic. Thalia can “see” the auras of other cats, and this helps her to get around. Even so, Zelda tends to be extra protective of her little sister, but Thalia doesn’t always mind. 

- Plato is absolutely in love with his girls, and he cried when they were both born because he’s a dork. Zelda very much takes after her dad in dorkiness™️, but both Zelda and Thalia are talented dancers taught by Victoria while Plato just watches proudly because he’s the best dad.

So, oldest to youngest:

Zephyr and Zelda

Charon, Ramona, and Tate

Jax

Anthea and Thalia

(also obviously there’s @queen-with-the-quill’s next-gen kiddos and @dcjelliclequeen33′s next-gen kiddo!)

[loving-sharontate]

Sharon Tate and Dave Draper on the set of Don't Make Waves, in 1967 🌊❤️

"I think of Sharon often as pictures of her during our filming of Don't Make Waves adorn the walls of my gym in Santa Cruz, California. The members are mesmerized. She's a star in the eyes of my heart not only because of her physical and internal beauty but also for her earthy courage and daring spontaneity. Sharon was a year younger than I, and several solid steps ahead, when we met on the set of a film called Don't Make Waves, in which we costarred. It was nearly half a century ago but seems like yesterday. We became friends like kids in school, I being the guy who carried her books. She was wrapped up with Roman Polanski and I was married. She felt unthreatened, and we could pal around and travel together when promotions required our presence. She held onto my arms and wouldn't let go as our four-passenger aircraft worked it's way through a storm on a flight to Charlotte for a film promotion, yet she didn't hesitate to leap high from a trampoline and into my arms again and again to complete a beach scene in the making. We hung in the shade and talked about this or that or nothing with the rest of the crew till it was our turn to tumble in the forsaken house in Malibu. Sharon, Miss Tate, was gutsy, energetic, athletic, willing and able and absolutely beautiful. She was honest and innocent. Two years after our film experience, as I walked across the LAX terminal, an enthusiastic voice called "Dave, Dave, Dave" across the deserted late-night floor. I turned and it was Sharon dressed in black and wearing high-heeled boots. She ran and jumped into my arms, excitedly introduced me to her young friends, and was off. That was the last I saw of the beautiful girl. Not many people got to know Sharon Tate very well. The dear child, the beautiful woman, lived only twenty-six years. I met her during one of those precious years when life was brimming with promise and flooded with sunshine. We passed in the night like lost friends. I miss her today." - Dave Draper (Costar in Don't Make Waves and friend)

[tate-lin]

On This Road

The 13 Zodiacs

Character Study | Writing Practice

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[ID: View of the sunset over a river with a curved bridge in the background while POV is standing next to a long line of red, large containers]

Ren had always been the weak one. Even at their birth, this truth was as clear as day the moment he came tumbling out of his mother’s womb ten minutes after his sister—only to be revealed as smaller, frailer. A tiny, red, ugly thing with more breath to wail, than sense to keep it in and sustain itself. He had seen the photos and videos, he knew how much it needed it.

A twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome, was what his mother called it one night as she recounted stories of his and Lin’s childhood over dinner. It had been a month after the divorce when she began telling stories of her own, the large vacuum that sucked all the sound out of meals those past few weeks perhaps too much even for her. The steady, rhythmic crunch of apples cleaving into two was the only other accompaniment in the silence of the room as Ren sat at a table too big for two and listened. Twins are always born smaller than single children but, sometimes, you can have one be even smaller. It could be because the womb wasn’t able to provide enough oxygen or nutrients to the both of you, or maybe even because the other just happened to be in a place that had better access to those nutrients, but… You were born so small, Ren. When I first saw you, I was so worried that maybe you might not make it. But I guess I didn’t need to, huh?

Her hands, worn down from years and years of constant, rough work till they became as smooth and raw as glass from the sea, reached out to touch him. It was with her clean hand, but even still, she flipped it over to the back and lovingly rubbed his cheek, her knuckles warm and comforting against the chill of his skin. He leaned in and sighed.

So, even in the womb, Lin could still find ways to thrive where options were scarce. Maybe it was indeed by chance, that it was her and not him, but in an odds of 50-50 where the chips were down and anyone could be chosen, he wasn’t at all surprised that it was Lin. It was both comforting and agonising, knowing that nothing could change them.

It was unbearable, yes, yet also not at all.

When they were younger, Ren was slower at everything. From walking, to tying his shoes, to doing his homework, to opening up his ethra pores, Ren was a perfect study of what would happen if a tortoise reincarnated as a human. And the results were, frankly, pretty sad and pathetic. He needed Lin’s help all the time. Everything he did, she supervised. Everything he did, she could do better.

He remembered one time, in primary school, she did well. Extraordinarily well. So well, that by Primary 2, she was better at the basics of ethra than all of their schoolmates and most adults. Even their teacher. He could never forget what she said when, a month into the new school year, their teacher asked her whether she wanted to join the P.E. class of the year above them.

She had been pulled away from the school field for a quiet discussion, but her voice still carried over to the rest of the class when she asked, after a long pause, whether Ren would be able to join her. He hadn’t looked up, focused entirely on his ethra and the barrier flickering above him, but he could still feel the sudden stilling and awkward shifting of his classmates as they quickly glanced at him, wondering, thinking, their stares burning him without even a single touch.

He was the only one in their entire cohort who had to take the re-test for activation the year before. It had been the easiest of the basics to master, but he still failed anyway. Just like he failed every single other ethra test for the past year and a half.

He couldn’t hear their teacher’s reply to Lin, but the outcome was obvious. Their classmates looked away as she settled on the grass next to him. When he finally worked up the nerve to quietly ask her why she rejected him, she simply just shrugged and said, “Why should I? You’re not there.”

You’re not there.

He was speechless. What? Just because of that, and she didn’t want to go? What difference would have his presence made? Even during their extra training back at home, she was in a different skill group from him, placed all the way up with their cousins several years older. She was fine then, what was the difference now?

What was the difference between them now?

In the end, he said nothing. Next year, he knew, the school would begin segregating everyone into classes of different calibre, even beginning subject banding. Him and Lin would not be together in any single one of them. He did not tell her any of this, however. Just simply asked for help in fortifying his barrier again. And Lin, like always, extended her hand out readily for him.

This was not the only time it happened.

There were countless, countless more where Lin would win at a clan competition and drag him up onto the stage with her, or give a speech at school and cited him as her reason why. Or even when she ran out of bookshelf space to keep all her trophies and medals and asked for a glass case for the both of them to share—but all of it ending up as hers anyway.

It was unbearable, yet also not.

It was painful, yet also not.

It wasn’t as if he was mad, or even jealous of her. Lin would be Lin no matter what he did, there was no use getting upset over what she does and doesn’t do.

It’s just.

He wanted to be stronger. He wanted to be truthful. He didn’t want to stand on the same stage as her, pretending that they were the same when they clearly weren’t.

He didn’t want to be her precious baby brother, he wanted to be her equal.

The differences between them had always been stark, beating out even the contrast of light and shadows, night and day. Where she was loud, bold, and carefree, he was quiet, unassuming, and rigid. If it hadn’t been for that one fertilised egg splitting apart deep in their mother’s uterus all those years ago, there’d be absolutely nothing connecting them together. Except for chance.

He hated leaving things up to chance.

It didn’t matter who he was or what he was like, as long as he was her twin, she’d love him anyway. If he was just a random classmate of hers, she wouldn’t look at him twice, much less become friends.

He couldn’t stand that. He absolutely hated knowing it had nothing to do with him and everything to do with blood.

Lin always told him that no matter what, they had each other, but she could never understand what it was like standing next to her knowing he could never measure up no matter how much he tried, but still making the attempt anyway.

His whole life was just a series of trying and never reaching.

Aren’t you tired? He wanted to ask. Aren’t you tired of pretending? Of always helping? Of dragging me around, hoping that I can one day drag myself?

But maybe he was the foolish one in the end. After all, wasn’t it him who, every single day for nearly all his life, still found his way to the starting line and prepared himself for the run?

“I want to become a Zodiac! I think I could do it, don’t you, Ren?”

Maybe he really was a masochist. Or maybe he was just that hopeless.

Yet, he ran anyway. @tate-lin

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Robert Week 2020 Day 1: dream storyline It's moving day for Robert and his family.

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Well, this is surreal. Moving days are always a little strange, but this one takes the cake. Probably because he’s already moved in here once before.

Robert stands in the entrance to Home Farm, twirling the keys around his finger as he takes in the space, so familiar and yet so changed at the same time. They’ve done a massive amount of decorating over the last few weeks – almost as much as they did for the Mill – to get this place exactly how they want it, and to say the house has been transformed is an understatement.

Gone are the ostentatious tastes of the previous owners who’ve come and gone from the old house over the years. The stiff and ornate furniture has been replaced with comfortable sofas, chairs and beanbags, and the harsh lines of the marble breakfast bar swapped for a long, family-sized dining table. The hardwood floors are hidden from view, covered in carpets and rugs that'll be soft on the little feet that would soon be running through the rooms.

Walls that were once adorned with expensive paintings are now bare, soon to be covered in crayon drawings and photos filled with smiling faces. Shelves that had previously displayed precious antiques and ornaments now hold toys, games and picture books for a variety of ages.

Every nook and cranny of the house that once screamed wealth and power now says safety and warmth, and Robert couldn’t be happier with it.

“Oi, don’t worry about helping or anythin’, I can manage,” Aaron grouches as he shuffles through the front door and drops a cardboard box on the floor.

“Hope there was nothing breakable in that.”

“Nah, label says ‘Rob’s tat’, so nothing to worry about.” Aaron says, stretching his back with a groan. “Where’re the gremlins?”

“Upstairs, no doubt fighting to the death over who gets the best room.”

Sure enough, they can hear a series of crashes and shrieks coming from the floor above them, but he’s not about to panic, not unless it gets quiet. That’s when the concern usually starts when it comes to their lot.

Aaron ambles over to him and snakes his arms around Robert’s waist.

“Is it weird, then? Being back here?”

“Little bit,” Robert admits, before huffing a small laugh.

“What?”

“It’s daft… I was just thinking of that week we spent here together, back in the day.”

Aaron pulls a face. “Dunno what’s funny about it, some of the best sex of your life, that was.”

“No, I know, it’s just… that week was the first time I really let myself imagine what it’d be like to be with you, y’know, properly. But I knew it had to be temporary, that there was no way I could keep you and the big house on the hill.”

He grins widely. “Look at us now, eh?”

“Always get your own way in the end, don’t you?” Aaron rolls of his eyes. “Still can’t believe we’ve ended up here of all places.”

“Nowhere else in the village was big enough! Besides, I think we’ve managed to put our own stamp on the place.”

Aaron’s head turns to look around the entrance, taking in the brightly-coloured jackets hanging on the wall and the pile of small shoes that have already accumulated by the staircase.

“Yeah, you’re right. ’Specially if we wanna take in more kids.”

“Which we do.”

“Which we do. We’ll get all those rooms filled in no time.”

There’s a soft smile on Aaron's face, the one he gets whenever they talk about their growing brood (their football team, as they still call it), and Robert can’t resist leaning in to kiss if off him.

“Pizza later?” Aaron asks when he pulls away.

“God yes, I’m not cooking tonight, no way.”

“Maybe don’t let the social workers hear you say that,” Aaron says mildly. “Which reminds me, they rang while I was in the car; they’re sending someone round in the morning, just to check that we’re set up alright and everything.”

“’Kay.”

“Why don’t you start pullin’ your weight and bring the last few boxes in, I’ll go and check the kids are actually getting their bedrooms sorted.”

“Alright, good luck with that. Lottie says she wants a room close to ours, but other than that I don’t think it matters who goes where.”

Robert heads for the door, before pausing.

“Oh, but Seb and Eddie say they want to keep sharing a room, so maybe make sure they’ve got a big one so they still have plenty of space and don’t end up killing each other. And actually, since Mike’s still not great with the dark, maybe he should have that corner room with the massive window? If we leave the curtains open he can see the stars, it might make him feel better. Then I guess Tasha should really be near the bathroom, so we can try and avoid any, y’know, accidents, then… ”

He stops when he notices the look of amusement on Aaron’s face.

“But other than that, it doesn’t matter where anyone goes?” He says, grinning.

“Alright, I get it,” Robert grumbles. “They can sleep wherever they want, it was just a suggestion.”

Aaron darts over and pecks him on the cheek.

“You’re good at this, y’know?”

“I should hope so, we’ve been doing it long enough now,” Robert huffs. “You are, too. The best.”

“Yeah, I know,” Aaron smirks, before turning and jogging up the stairs.

As Robert makes his way out the door, he can already hear Aaron growling playfully at the kids on the first floor, shortly followed by loud giggling.

Shaking his head, he leans into the backseat of Aaron’s car, which holds the last of their stuff from the Mill. Grabbing as much as he can carry, he straightens and turn back to face the exterior of the Home Farm. As his feet crunch across the gravel, his gaze travels over the old stone facade, the tall chimneys and the ivy creeping along the walls.

His eyes eventually fall to the front door – their front door – and he can’t help grinning as it finally hits him that this is their home. Not the home of some wealthy old family or outsider determined to make a name for themselves. Not the home of the Tates, or the Kings, certainly not the Whites.

As of today – and for many years to come – the big house on the hill will only be known as the Sugden-Dingle foster home.