#reggie lass

[squiblysabre]

[barty-loves-bats]

★I n t r o★

Barty Crouch Jr • Slytherin • 17 • You wish you were me • Violent bitch

the gang:

@the-reggie-black Regulus, somehow matches freak as well but different

@rosierev4n Ev, my weird best friend, first person to match freak

@rosierpandaa Panda, ... idk what to say it's Panda

@imtherecklessdriver James. Just James

@dorcas-m Cass the lass, cool frfr

@alice-fort-escuseyou uhhh Alice

@trixxiegoth Bella

@cutest-weirdo Xeno

ooc: THIS AN RP IF YOU DONT LIKE IT LEAVE

[situationshipper]

keeping the dead like me (2003) fandom alive by rolling an idea of a fic around in my head. hear me out: reggie lass being reaped by george when george is ready to get promoted or ascend or whatever and reggie takes her place as the new grim reaper

would be a rly sexy sequel idea. like 2 of the characters of all time. the continuity. perfect. and reggie's weird girl behavior i want more of. bryan fuller the man that you are. you knew exactly how to make strange odd little girls who grew up to be strange women

[dragon-clan-and-company]

Layle had been sailing the seas of earth for several months now, ever since he was able to concoct a ritual to take his trusty ship, The Bronze Wave to the waters of the Atlantic ocean! As he was on his way to an area he had learned of that possibly has platinum in its' depths, his attention was grabbed by one of his simulacrew, up in the crow's nest.

"Boss, there's... Another ship? They look like they may be pirates with... A weird redesign of a jolly rodger." Layle looks in the direction his high-standing copy was referring to, and squinted a bit.

"Ah, yeah... They look to be an all female crew- Wait, why are there pirates in this day and age?! I thought Earth's pirate era ended like two centuries back!" The rest of the crew collectively shrugged. Layle glanced to Reginald, his 12 foot tall iron golem of a first mate.

"They're approaching us- You know the drill, Reggie." Layle said.

"UNDERSTOOD. I WILL SIT BELOW DECK WITH THE BOULDER." They quickly made their way to be hoisted down out of sight, as the ship was starting to get closer to them.

"... Love Seekers? Oh boy, these lasses may well be off their rockers with vitamin deficiencies- Grab the supplements, and everyone tweak your appearances!" Layle quietly commanded his crew as they started to tweak their appearances so they all looked like they weren't actually copies of Layle. As the ship got closer, Layle made one wave as he shouted their way.

"'Hoy! Are ya seekin' some manner of parley?"

@dragon-clan-and-company (Kishi starter for you!)

Kishi was looking about with her small telescope for anything interesting that they were sailing by. A shadow in the distance caught her eye and she immediately had them go in that direction to get a closer look. Another pirate ship perhaps?

"Ahoy ahoy! Who goes there aboard this ship?" she called out, leaning out as far as she could over the railing when a blonde woman came running behind her and tugged on her cape. "Captain! Be careful! You could go overboard!" she scolded.

The red head merely giggled. "Please don't be afraid of us! I am Captain Kishi of the Love Seekers! Pleased to meet you!"

[haybalemaze]

Dead Like Me 1.14 Rest In Peace

[hernamewasriversong]

1x01 // 1x14

[homegrown-blorbo-garden]

I'm gonna wait until the proper bracket until i do the more detailed propoganda but here's some pre-bracket propo to get ppl's attention! The first character i submitted is Reggie Osborne. Reggie's basically my biggest comfort OC; she is very close and dear to my heart and she means a lot to me. I am especially proud of her character evolution as i developed her; she started off as a very timid and shy character and now she is a headstrong and no-nonsense teen genius. Reggie's a hacker! She's very into computer programming, infosec and other types of coding related stuff.

FUN FACTS: -She's canonically demisexual, though she probably has not had the oppurtunity to figure that out. -She's autistic! I originally did not intend her to have autism, but as a person on the spectrum myself i noticed that she had a lotta autistic traits so now she has it :P -She's British. If that turns you off from voting for her i totally understand pensiveemoji /J -Despite being bri ish i jokingly call her american in spirit. Her favorite food is burgers, she is a MAJOR gun and artillery nut, and she prefers coffee over tea. -She had a Homestuck (or the Gemhunters universe equilavent) phase when she was younger that she now regrets. Do what you will with that information. -She has severe health issues. That poor lass's body is being held together with duct tape and a prayer at this point -Writes poetry in her spare time! -Her favorite video games are puzzle games and Soulslikes. -Her art was drawn by my beloved BF! (Shoutout to him :3)

she’s so dope omg

[weshallc]

I wasn't going to mention it this year, but there has been a bit of attention and a few kind words. So here are a few Easter memories from Poplar-on-Tweaven.

Extracts from Easter Bernie.

Phyllis cleared her throat, “So if we ever get this meeting started, the first Poplar-on-Tweaven, Church and Crown, Easter Festival takes place tomorrow.”

The 'Crown 7' shuffled into the pew at the back of St Preservus church. Led in by Vi and ushered in by Paddy bringing up the rear.

“Hello, I see the naughty pew has been taken this morning,” beamed Peter Noakes. "That is usually reserved for the Noakes family.”

"I have some understanding of an egg hunt and even the hill rolling, but jarping remains a mystery to me.” Trixie informed Paddy in all seriousness.

The congregation hushed as Tom Hereward arrived in the pulpit, to start the service, just as Chummy, who was sat directly in front of Paddy and Trixie, exclaimed a little too loudly, “I’ve never been more aroused.”

Lucille, in front of her choir, exchanged glances with Tim at the organ and they shrugged their shoulders. He then looked at Bernie, who was shaking her head and glaring at the back of the church. 

“So once I have rolled this egg, I have to go down the hill, retrieve it and if it hasn’t cracked, do it again, until it does?” Trixie said, keeping a wide berth from Paddy who was threatening to throw a squealing Bernie in his arms down the hill.

“They are not real ducks, Trixie. You know? Those ones you put in your bath, those rubber ones. You put your mark on one and the first one Reggie spots at the Mount Busby farm wins.” Fred was beside himself.

“Who has a bath these days? Haven't you all got showers yet, up North?” Trixie was confused.

Fred frowned, Paddy huffed, and Bernie added, “You might be the one at Mount Busby farm, waiting for a duck next year.”

“I don’t think that is in my job description.” Trixie added, but she didn’t look convinced.

Someone with not the longest fuse in Poplar, had sweaty palms and a racing heart and a mouth she couldn’t keep shut.

Later Trixie said that she started the clapping, but everyone was sure it was Val, followed by Lucille. There was definitely a “Well said lass,” from Phyllis and somebody, maybe more than one, said her dad would be proud. Was there an Amen?

There was only her and Paddy now. The sun had gone to its rest behind the Cleveland hills. They sat on Frank and Peggy’s memorial bench sharing a secret ciggie.

[angelsvoice1love]

Only a Minute

Reggie Kray

You entered the pub, looking around for your friends seeing that they weren't here yet. Frowning, you headed to the nearest empty table placing your purse on the table as you tugged off your gloves.

Looking up, Reggie saw you from across the room your glove falling as you bend down to pick it up. Your silver night dress glimmering in the night.

Biting his lip, he placed the cigarette in his mouth taking a long and slow drag from it before blowing out the air. He handed his brother the cigarette, as he got up and made his way to you while fixing his suit.

Reggie: Evening Miss, all here by your lonesume? He questioned, as he looked down at you.

Y/n: No, I'm not here alone sir. My friends shall be here soon.

Reggie: I've noticed you from across the room, and I couldn't stop myself from coming over.

Y/n: I'm sorry sir-

Reggie: Reggie.

Y/n: Excuse me?

Reggie: Reggie.

Y/n: Right, well Reggie I'm not the type of lady that talks to a man and let's him take her home. So, if you'd be so kind as to leave...i would appreciate it. I don't particularly find myself near bad people.

Reggie: What makes you think, I'm that I'm a bad person?

Y/n: Your Reginald Kray, aren't you? One of the famous gangster brothers, and founders of this place.

Reggie: True, all I ask is for is only a minute of your time.

Y/n: I'll make a deal with you, if my friends don't show up I'll give you a minute, if they do...unfortunately you'll have to stay away.

Reggie: I think I could do that. He replied, simply as he walked over to his table. Oh, please do order anything while waiting, it's on me.

As Reggie sat down, he gestured for someone to come over whispering in their ear. He smirked, as he watched your form...your head towards the door and towards him.

After an hour of waiting, you gave up as you stood from the table grabbing your purse and gloves as you studded towards him and the others.

Y/n: Well, you wanted a minute of my time. Now talk, and try to pursuade me.

Ron: Oi, Reg, who's this lass? His brother asked, as he fixed his glasses.

Reggie: Ron, this is-

Y/n: Y/n L/n, nice to meet you Ron. You greeted with a smile.

Ron smiled, as he nodded moving over as he made room for you to sit net to his brother.

Reggie: I would be honored, if you would allow me to take you out for dinner.

Y/n: Mm, since you were so desperate that you had to keep my friends from entering. I'd say you'd deserve that date Mr Kray. You replied, as you got up from the chair handing him a napkin with your home number.

Reggie: What's this?

Y/n: My number. Take care of it Reggie, it's the only one you'll get. You answered, as you made your way toward the exit.

[alterrune]

Me again, RHM and Reginald. Violet and Alter asked to tell anybody I could about what was happening to them. Should Violet’s parents be alerted? Or anybody else you think should know?

Also, dunno if it’ll help, but the drug injections that awoke the personalities had different names. Blue Lagoon for Henry, Rose Kennedy for Ellie, Orange Tundra for Alter and Purple Rain for Violet.

Yea, definitely. Drake and Claire need to be alerted about this.

Hang on a moment. Right Hand Man, could you come here, please? I need you to take a look at something.

What is it, Reggie?

I need you to take a look at the names of these drugs for me, and check the Toppat database for them, they sound strangely familiar...

Alright, lemme scan 'em, then.

(RHM uses his cybernetic eye to scan the drug names.)

M'kay, so we got Blue Lagoon, Rose Kennedy, Orange Tundra an' Purple Rain. I'll start up the database search now, see if anythin' comes up.

(A metal cover goes over RHM's eyes as he scans the database for the names. A ding sound is heard soon afterward, meaning he found a result.)

Reggie, I found a result, but I doubt yer gonna like it...

What is it, RHM?

(The cover is lifted from RHM's eyes.)

Apparently, those drugs were made from highly concentrated chemicals that can cause an alternate personality with different effects depending on the drug.

Wait...then who originally made it?

The head honcho before you, Reggie.

...No. You can't mean him, can you?

I'm afraid I do, mate. Terence Suave created them, and from what I read, somehow GEOGRAM got their hands on it, and guess what Terence wanted it to not have and prevented anyone from ever making? An antidote.

I can't believe it...that bastard...I had no idea that, in essence, our stalwart leaders' involuntary betrayal was OUR doing...

Reggie, listen to me. It ain't our fault. It's his fault. He already got what was comin' to him long ago.

I...suppose you're right. Maybe the photo of the crystal's structure Violet texted us can help make an antidote?

Worth a shot. Hey, thanks, Ms. Barrel. Without you, we wouldn't have the advantage we do now. You're a real good lass to have around.

[ronmanmob]

Betrayal, my brother - a modern!verse short

‘I’d’ve neva known.’

‘Known? Abaht wha’?

Sensing she’d mis-stepped, young Frances hid in the lemonade her boyfriend’s curiously grinning brother Ronnie had ferried over from the bar for her. Reggie was leaning against the mahogany top having a beer, and Ron, sensing the loneliness creeping in on the new lass’s edges, thought he’d make a go of making nice with her despite how her newness had jolted his world off its axis some. He didn’t find her unpleasant, after all. She was a small thing, dainty and flighty as a church mouse, but she’d also seemed polite when they’d crossed paths before today and Ron appreciated that about her. So over he’d come with his lemonade - ‘Ere y’are luv, on th’ouse’ - and a listening ear, intent on learning some more about his brother’s girlfriend so he could work down the walls his uniquely suspicious brain had thrown up when her closeness to Reggie’d been thrown at him. They’d made it a kindly ten minutes, Ron listening contentedly as she spoke about her college course, her plans, how she couldn’t drive but wanted to learn, before she’d left-fielded him with-

‘I’d’ve neva known.’

‘Known? Abaht wha’?

Head tipped and wondering, Ron watched young Frances seem to shrink into her glass. She glanced over at Reggie, then down to the table, then out the window; anywhere but at him. And then, resigned and scared and in a whisper-

‘Y’schiza-’

The change in Ron’s demeanour stopped her dead. He didn’t move, didn’t even seem to be breathing, but the lash of tension that went through him, how his face drained of colour, went slack then fixed in a gape as he gawked at her - it pinned her to the air. Unbidden, Reggie’s words on his brother came back to her-

Our Ron’s alrigh, jus’ needs i’s pills. F’th skizafrenia, y’know? Oh y’didn’t? Well, y’need tah. ‘Ee’s a good lad, jus’ goes a bit scatty wivaht ‘is tabs. S’why ‘ee don’t got much expression abaht ‘im, d’yah notice tha? No? Huh. Well, like I say. Jus’ keep in mind there’s some days ‘ee’ll be right as rain ‘n some ‘ee’ll be like a different person ‘n when ‘ee is ‘ee can be fuckin’ evil wiv it.

-and they were chased by adrenaline and fear. Exits. She needed an exit, needed to escape from Ron’s black-eyed, dead-faced staring before he--

‘Frances’

The woman caught a little shriek behind her hand; jolted back from the table like  she thought Ron was about to strike her. But he wasn’t. He’d sat forward and rested an elbow on the table while she’d been recalling Reggie’s flippant warnings. And he was staring, so hard at her. Her response was strangled.

‘Hm?’

And Ron’s? Ron’s unnerved her with its calm. ‘Was wha’ y’meant’ he asked. ‘Tha’ f’all I mus’ struggle wiv wha’ y’said I ‘av, y’can tell m’livin’ me best life? Doin’ well f’meself?’

Frances couldn’t rightly speak then, but she nodded quickly. Oh how much better he’d worded that; how much grace he had to have understood-

‘B’cause wha’ I ‘eard’ Ron went on. ‘Was you ain’t normal. N I know you ain’t. Bu’ y’look it. Y’act it. So well done, from normal me-’ He pointed at Frances, speaking as her. ‘T’mental you.’ A gesture to himself now, as all hope for empathy died in the young woman’s eyes. The silence that fell then was painful, felt endless. Frances didn’t notice when Ron took hold of her lemonade glass.

‘It Reggie ‘oo told yah?’ he asked gruffly.

Again, mute with fear, Frances could but nod.

And Ronnie? Prickling with adrenaline and paranoid down to his bone marrow now over what else his brother might’ve let slip in pillow talk, Ronnie stood from the table he and Frances had shared. He clocked the last orders bell on his way past it and, as his patrons turned in confusion towards it, lobbed that lemonade glass at the back of his brother’s untrustworthy, gossiping, traitor cunt skull. It shattered on impact, pitched Reg forward and turned him in defence in the same moment Ron collided with him, full pelt. He manhandled him, uncaring about how the moment looked to his patrons, or about how they scattered and rushed to the exit. He clutched Reggie as tightly as his broad, boxers hands allowed and dragged him through the door between bar and back of house. That door slammed shut behind them, and then rattled on its hinges as Ron heaved his twin’s full weight against it, held him up with an armbar across the neck and bellowed into his face til his voice was hoarse and his brother half-conscious.

Reggie’d go on, later, weeks later, to brush of the affair. 

He couldn’t grasp - even as Ron roared into his face that he’d betrayed him to his core, that he’d destroyed any chance Ron and Frances had at a positive relationship because by telling her what he had he’d changed how Ron perceived her - how badly he’d misjudged the situation. But that misjudgement’s echo never would dim.

[klaus-is-the-real-number-1]

So i just finished series 2:

Vanya really said gay rights

Allison really said black lives matter

Five is still a crazy psycho but he also is a family man

Klaus just did his thing

Ben ❤️ but also ben 😨

Luther do be a big monkey monkey man but he redeemed himself

I thought i’d gotten over my Five phase and i’m back in it now

Diego behave

I dont know if it’s my daddy issues but reggie can get it 😩🥵

Grace bby 🥰

five @ five be like 🤛🤛💥🤜🤜

I literally can’t remember what that lass was called but like ??? sis u hid that well didn’t you?? she do be getting that dick yet now they’re actually siblings so kinda strange

the swedes can get it i’m sorry but like🥰 especially that young one like ok sis get it with ur ikea yes

i’m so glad they added carmicheal from the comics

The handler

[ladycumhangabhainn]

Dans un autre monde - Part 11

The ride back from Craigh na Dun was spent in relative silence, except for Roger quiet sobs. Mrs Graham was sitting in the back seat with him while a red eyed Reverend drove the Anglia back to Inverness. As much as he had believed everything Claire had told him, actually seeing her and the girls passing through the Stones had made things even more real.

As they pulled into the rectory’s driveway, they noticed a forest green Land Rover parked by the entrance and a young couple waiting.

“Father, look! It’s Auntie Claire!”

The reverend had barely stopped the car before the little boy opened the door and ran toward the young woman who, while looking incredibly like Claire, was clearly too tall and looked much younger.

“Auntie Claire! I knew ye’d be back! Where are... Ye’re not me Auntie Claire!”

The young woman smiled warmly, crouching to the little boy.

“No, I’m not your Auntie Claire. My name’s Clara and you, dashing wee gentleman, must be Roger. I heard a lot about you, young man.”

“Ye ken my Auntie Claire?! She just left with the girls...”

“I... You could say I know her... Here, this nice man is my cousin, who’s also named Roger. If you ask nicely he’ll show you around his brand new Rover...”

The little boy didn’t need to be told twice and ran toward the redheaded young man.

“May we help ye, Miss...”

“Fraser, Clara Fraser from Fraser Press. And this is my cousin, Roger Murray. It’s an honour to finally meet you, Reverend Wakefield.”

“I imagine ye are nae here to bring me new published books...”

“No, I’m not...”

“Well, we should all get inside, right Reverend? Roger, lad!”

Both Roger turned toward Mrs Graham, making Clara Fraser laugh softly.

“A Diah! There’s two of them now... Come, both of ye!”

***

Clara Fraser and Roger Murray were seated in the sitting room of the rectory, waiting for Mrs Graham and the Reverend. The former had taken wee Roger to his room while the latter was fetching his best Scotch.

“I cannae believe it, Clara! It’s Roger Mac and he’s a wee laddie!”

“Hush, Roger! You know we can’t let them know about that... But you’re right, it’s quite bizarre. Wait ‘til we tell Grand-Père...”

The Reverend and Mrs Graham finally joined them, bringing a decanter and glasses.

“So... Miss Fraser, Mister Murray...” started the Reverend. “If I remember correctly from what Claire told us, I would assume that ye are both related to her...”

“You are correct. Both Roger and I are descendants of Claire and James Fraser. I... I don’t know what we should and what we shouldn’t tell you... This whole time travelling...”

The two cousins exchanged looks before coming up with an answer.

“Clara is a direct descendant of Claire and Jamie’s first son, Fergus. As fer me, my da is a direct descendant of Jamie’s sister, Jenny, and my ma is Clara’s aunt, a descendant of Fergus.”

“So ye must ken that Claire and the wee lasses left this morning...”

Clara nodded.

“As you must know, Fraser Press was first established as a printshop by Fergus Fraser, Claire and Jamie’s son... Our many times great-grandfather... When he first started it, his mother gave him and his descendants a task, an important task. She gave Fergus a large chest, containing hundreds of letters she wrote for a man who wasn’t even born yet. Fraser Press kept this chest through the year until it was time to bring it here and give you the first of the letter.”

She searched her handbag and handed him a letter sealed with wax.

“This is the first letter... We have a very specific timeline for each of the others. We will post them accordingly.”

The Reverend looked at the wax seal bearing the crest of the Fraser of Lovat and their moto, Je Suis Prest.

“Reverend... May I ask ye something?”

“Go ahead, son...”

“What is she like? Claire, I mean... We saw portraits, there is a rather large one at Lallybroch and another one at Grand-Père Fraser’s house in Edinburgh...”

Mrs Graham was the one to answer, seeing as the Reverend was clearly taken by emotion.

“She’s quite the lady, our Claire. Ahead of her time, even by today’s standard, right Reverend?”

The old man nodded, trying very hard not to broke down and cry. Finally he raised his glass.

“To Claire Beauchamp Fraser... A unique lady, ahead of her time!”

*****

To my dear Reggie,

If you are reading this letter, then my plan worked and my Fergus’ descendants were able to keep the hundreds of letters I wrote to you through the years. Although for you I just left this morning, for me it has been many, many years. I am now even older than you currently are. My hair is still as thick and curly as ever, but now it is streaked with grey. But to Jamie I am still his Mo Nighean Donn.

I am now an old woman, an old woman who had the joy and privilege of watching my children grow up and start their own families. But I want you to know that I never forgot you, neither did the girls. Each of my children and grandchildren grew up knowing about their Uncle Reggie without whom I wouldn’t have found my way back to my Jamie.

You should received the first letter I wrote to you in a week.

Please kiss Roger and Mrs Graham for me.

Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp Fraser

TBC...

[ma-tsu-the-male-goddess]

8, 14, 22, 37, 53

For the fav Characters ask post: thx!

(tbh, you didn’t even get half way through just the tv shows lol -- no books or movies for you!)

8. Ben 10

Hmmmm, this is very hard. There are so many different series to choose from, and a ridiculous amount of characters. 

(Summary: 10 year old gets a watch from space and has to protect the earth (and later the universe) by turning into different aliens.)

Character:  I love the *idea* of professor paradox, but Ben in Alien Force and Ultimate Alien is probably my favorite. 

Head-Cannon: May be cheating, because it’s not technically about Ben, but I love the idea of Big Chill’s little necrofriggian babies showing up again. I think it’s hilarious that Ben could just randomly run into one of his little alien children out in the universe, and he just has to accept that?? Plus they’re all super cute.

The Show: All of the aliens are so unique! My fav has to be Ultimate Big Chill but like XLR8 was so cool, and Ditto is such a useful alien. (Also: the fact that Rath’s species is supposed to wear clothes and Ben just never did because he thought they walked around naked just cracks me up.)

14. Cells at Work! 

I didn’t plan this I promise, but I’m so happy this show was picked! I just got into it and it’s awesome.

(Summary: Follow a red blood cell and a white cell as they complete their duties inside the human body.)

Character: The main white blood cell (U-1146) is by far my favorite. He’s such a sweetie pie and then immediately murders the thing next to him. I love him.

Head-Cannon: Other cells often stay out of wbc’s way because he’s scary/dangerous; they’re always shocked when sweet Red Blood Cell goes over and hangs out with him. They think she’s somehow not afraid of anything. But all of White Blood Cell’s buddies can see that he’s very much in love. 

(Oh Geez the absolute worst one I came upon was based on the fact that red blood cells live so much longer than white blood cells. I’m still sad about that fic days later)

The Show: 1146 & 3803 are so cute together. Also, I think I learned more watching the show than I ever did in the 3 biology classes I’ve taken. Also!! Watch it in English, or at least listen to the English version of the theme song!! I’ve listened to it 30 times in the last week, no exaggeration.

22. Dead Like Me

It has been forever since I saw this show, but the concept is great!

(Summary: Georgia (George) is killed when a toilet seat falls from space and kills her. She becomes a grim reaper.)

Character: Regina “Reggie” Lass. She’s George’s little sister and for a while became obsessed with toilet seats after George’s death, covering a tree with them in a shrine. She’s quite the little girl and certainly knows what she wants.

Head-Cannon: Reggie leaves letters for George when she comes to visit. She knows no one else can see her sister, and even she has trouble recognizing her. Reggie and George manage to become friends in her new life, even if neither of them ever acknowledge their true relationship.

The Show: This series is both interesting and makes you want to cry. It’s such a good way to explore death, and the depictions are beautiful. Particularly the little girl’s death towards the beginning of the series.

37. Galavant

My housemate got me into this show, and while it’s not my *favorite*, it’s certainly worth a watch. 

(Summary: A meta musical set in the age of castles. Follow a retired folk hero being dragged back into shenanigans.)

Character: As pretty as King Richard is, Sid’s my fav. The cliche sidekick who comes from the best town ever.

Head-Cannon: Sid could easily have done everything on this quest. He only dragged Galavant along because he wanted to see a “good” man back on his feet. Also, him and Isabella are best friends, don’t @ me.

The Show: Not gonna lie, the songs are great, but I love all the 4th wall breaks even more. Plus the thing between the Dwarves and the Giants was great.

53. Kuroko’s Basket

As honestly terrible as this show is, I love it. I probably couldn’t rewatch it, and I almost didn’t finish it, but I just love the Miracles too much. (well, most of them)

(Summary: A team of overpowered basketball players gets split up when they go into highschool. We follow the phantom 6th member.)

Character: Kuroko, duh. Just look at his face. He has no idea how to make expressions and he’s adorable. Next question.

Head-Cannon: Kuroko *totally* knows how to turn off his power. He deliberately keeps up his misdirection to mess with Kagami. He’s aiming for getting him to scream like a little girl in public.

The Show: The ridiculously over dramatic *everything*. Now, Haikyuu!! Is a good sports anime, well-done and not too crazy. Kuroko’s Basket is not a good sports anime. Everyone’s got like superpowers and its as if they took a 90’s shonen anime and stuck everybody in a 20 ft square and wouldn’t let them leave. I didn’t learn anything about basketball, and I didn’t want too. I was there to watch Kuroko secretly be a jerk and that’s it. That said, it’s great to make fun of.

[haveacuppawithmary]

i told @darlingmione the translation of said dum joke now reggie hates me

that doesn’t sound right darling,

@reggiearctblack now that you and mione made up can’t you do the same with this lovely lass? 

[ao3feed--bughead]

by MmbBlossom14

Elizabeth Cooper entertainer is a fun bubbly book store assistant by day but at night she is Betty Boo burlesque dancer. One night she is hired at a club. The owner's son was mesmerized by her golden locks and the sassy lass. What would happen when he finds her at his favourite book store?

Words: 1993, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Betty Cooper, Jughead Jones, Cheryl Blossom, Toni Topaz, Kevin Keller, FP Jones II, Reggie Mantle, Veronica Lodge, Archie Andrews, Sweet Pea (Riverdale), Fangs Fogarty

Relationships: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones, Cheryl Blossom/Toni Topaz

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Dance, Burlesque, Alternate Universe - Burlesque Club, Friendship, Bonding, Falling In Love, Crushes, Strong Female Characters, Cheryl Blossom & Betty Cooper Friendship, Minor Cheryl Blossom/Toni Topaz, Minor Archie Andrews/Veronica Lodge, Minor Fangs Fogarty/Kevin Keller, Fluff and Humor