Masterlist For ‘The Hobbit’ Fics

The only reason I’m still alive is because of this gif 🤤😍

this face expression i so hot like damn idek why

I promise, I'm okay.

No, I'm not okay...

love that gen zed humour

from @that-stark-family ‘s text post (x) 

:/

Adorable.

Denki stroking Ojirou’s tail + Kirishima || BNHA ep. 62

That moment when you’re reading a good smut fic of your favourite MCU character, but then someone disturbs you:

Seriously this has happened to me before. I’m all like, “Excuse me, can’t you see I’m trying to imagine my super-hubby and I make love? FUCK OFF!!”

#we love women standing up for each other

Serpent in the Rose Garden

 Our Roots Run Deep                                                                                 Sneak Peak

Fandom: Riverdale Pairing: Sweet Pea x OC / Jughead x OC (Platonic) Words: 276 Warnings: None

In the decrepit halls of Riverdale’s Southside high all eyes watched the newest addition to the poor excuse that was Southside High’s student body.  People were silently placing bets; guessing how long she’d last before she was enveloped into one of groups that made up the high school population and which one she would join because there one was thing every person at Southside High knew- Lone wolves don’t live long.

The platinum haired beauty was aware of the attention she drew but she didn’t shrink under the weight of the burning eyes, no, she reveled in it. Her clothes stood out against the bleak and dark tones that made up the Southside fashion. She wore a parchment coloured crop top with the playing face of an Ouija board on its front, distressed dark red skinny jeans and high-heeled combat boots that were a glittery black but it was the black denim jacket that she wore with pride that attracted the most attention. On its back, a single red rose surrounded by the words 

‘Nos raciness sont profondes’.

There was something about her that unsettled Jughead Jones. Maybe it was the nagging sense of familiarity that he couldn’t quite place, like he knew her from another time and place, or maybe it was the way his skin shivered when he met her mismatched eyes, blue and black orbs cutting deep beneath his skin.          

No-                                                                                                                                                  

It was the energy that pulsed in the air around her like electricity that silently promised destruction and chaos to come. He could feel it in her stare. She was the calm before the storm, and what a storm she would bring.

This is from the slut walk. One of the arguments is that girls ask for rape because they wear slutty clothes, short skirts, tight, low-cut tops. This girl is an example of the fact that rape victims can look like anyone, you, me, this girl. Rapists. Dont. Discriminate.