Imagined-Nostalgia

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Aesthetic Posts ~

Jughead Jones Aesthetic

Archie Andrews Aesthetic

Maybe, rebel without a cause? • Jughead Jones Montage 

Jughead Jones Aesthetic 2.0

Black and White • Jughead Jones Montage

•Veronica Lodge ~ Hufflepuff Aesthetic

•Jughead Jones ~ Slytherin Aesthetic

Archie Andrews ~ Gryffindor Aesthetic

Betty Cooper ~ Ravenclaw Aesthetic

•Southside Serpent ● Jughead Jones

Jughead Jones Bruised Aesthetic•

Rule of Three ~ Jughead Jones

•Teen Vogue -

•2nd October, happy birthday, Jughead Jones.

Jughead Jones ~

Something Always Comes Along - J.J Imagine

Nostalgia - J.J Imagine

Easy Like Sunday Morning - J.J Imagine

Home - J.J Imagine

Ties and Turmoil - J.J Imagine

Dating Jughead Jones -

•Get on - J.J Imagine

Betty Cooper ~

Because I Love Her - B.C Imagine

Archie Andrews ~

Knight In Varsity Armour - A.A Imagine

Our Haven - A.A Imagine

•Faith - A.A Imagine

Personal Plots ~

•Personal Plot Post

Things I Associate With the Hogwarts Houses:

Gryffindor: the colours red, gold, orange and brown, bandaged hands, coffee, bruised Knuckles, red lipstick, leather boots, volcanoes, fist fights, being sent to the principal, golden chandeliers, fall, mahogany wood, demonstrations and protests, retro vintage, travel, ‘Oh shit’, loud laughter, drinking games, stopping a bully, forests, eyes glowing from excitement, yellowed paper, bonfires, ginger hair, golden jewelry, cozy sweaters, heated arguments, road trips, bold changes, bluntness, detentions, adventures, whiskey, spontaneous actions, beer pong, frat parties, lions, bears, wolves, dragons, swearing, angry tears, fireplaces, dares, christmas, partners in crime, pranks, wide grins, ‘I have an idea’, fast food, chimney smoke, martyrs, roller coasters, fireworks, young delinquents, soldiers, chaos, flares, speaking up, war, rebels, taking risks, adrenaline, stubbornness, breaking rules, band-aids, drunk laughter, truth or dare, alarms, hangovers, energy, leadership, fighting sports, running, snowball fights, neon lights, cinnamon, riots, razzias, messy hair, swords, explosions, bluelight, anonymous masks, arm wrestling

Slytherin: emeralds, the colours green, black and grey, poison, foxes, snakes, silver, platinum blonde hair, hissed threats, vodka, blood drops, amulets, black leather jackets, money games, casinos, hired assassins, curses, motel rooms, grey skies, abandoned places, cheating on something, blue veins, frowns, vengeance, fake smiles, oppressiveness, strict parents, subways, quiet tears, dark lipstick, matches, tattoos, highways, smoke, tired eyes, ravens, short haircuts, snarls, coats, empty hallways, dyed hair, poker, roses, thunderstorms, ocean’s, black nail polish, soot, B/W, fancy cars, matt black, bones, smirks, wine, medusas, old mansions, haunted houses, perfectionism, winks, sexual tension, sweet torture, cemeteries, the moon, sleepless nights, the sound of a knife snapping open, latin, black eyeliner, secrets, traps, fog, pestilence, viruses, sass, extravagance, ‘devil’s advocate’, having status, ambition, persistence, character development, elegance, headphones, lockers, mints, cigarettes, hardwood floors, busses, chameleons, wild flowers, sins, cracked glass, broken mirrors, quiet nights, railroads, black tea, secrecy, dark humor, mystery, predators, hidden emotions, held grudges, dust, horror movies, ripped jeans, velvet, lipstick stain, magic sigils, icy anger, cold mornings, empty hallways, ear piercings, champagne, incense, skeletons in the closet, chills running down your spine, collarbones, solitude, baths, nettles, silver eyeshadow,  expensive evening dresses, ice, lightning, blurred pictures

Hufflepuff: vibrant colours, sunflowers, marketplaces, fruit, colorful candy, pastel, strawberry blonde hair, ponytails, blue skies, summer, kids laughter, ladybugs, random acts of kindness, voluntary work, freckles, hippies, hummed songs, meditations, flower patterns, brightly lit rooms, smiling at strangers, orange lipstick, laughter lines, hugs, pancakes, summer drinks, spring break, open air festivals, sprinkles, slush ice, walking barefoot through grass, frozen yoghurt, the 70′s, dresses, easter, cotton candy, world peace, glitter, candy wrappers, giggles, holding out a helping hand, happy dreams, daydreaming, umbrellas, floral wreaths, sharing a meal, dances, butterflies, second chances, bees, wide open fields, happy tears, gifts, beach cruisers, soft kisses, blushing, milkshakes, confectioneries, cupcakes, beaches, attack hugs, parades, dandelions, donations, clumsiness, rainbows, animated films, relaxation, comfort food, first love, imagination, playfulness, nostalgia, positive mantras, harmony, romance, picnics, one of a kind, holding hands, childhood memories, newborn babies, warm blankets, freshly baked cookies, braided hair, fairy tales, bubble baths, watercolour paints, fuzzy socks, homemade pie, fluffy things, crystals, light shining through trees, bells, big beds with lots of blankets and pillows, lace, popsicles, tooth gaps

Ravenclaw: asymmetry, the colours: blue, white, silver and beige, glass marbles, tidiness, neat handwriting, ballett, ‘best in class’, certificates, museums, photography, art, hair buns, glasses, bookstacks, journals, libraries and bookstores, perfectly done nails, clean mirrors, desks, foreign languages, cafés, poetry, white bedsheets, macbooks, water bottles, sketches, polaroid, coffee shops, hastiness, deadlines, white clouds, astronomy, snow covered trees, feminism, 50′s, patent leather shoes, typewriters, tidy rooms, science, history, ikea furniture, raised eyebrows, sarcasm, lists, modern offices, mac cosmetics, the smell of new books, ties, rolling eyes, sitting at your homework until past midnight, jeans, vogue magazines, feng shui, yoga, classical novels, calligraphy, greek, owls, newspapers, research, documentaries, winning a debate, competitions, solving problems, riddles, curiousity, multi-tasking, historical figures, hackers, classical music, the new york times, fancy pens, caffeine, salads, cold waves, smartasses, ink stained hands, live theatre, hot espresso, impatience, responsibility, dry humor, knowledge, early mornings, changing schools, dark chocolate, alone-time, numbers, fresh scents, deep thinking, concepts, quills, technology, finals, formulas, sealing wax, falling asleep on your desk, sculptures

{Insp}

red ice, 2016

I like how up close and personal, this image feels. I like how this imagine gives off a nostalgia of hot summer days as a kid having icy poles, but is now seen in a more sexual way because of subject matter just being a close up of the mouth.

Taken on a Canon 700D with a 18-55mm lens

Jack, now that you’re back in Ireland for the last show, I wanna take the time to say something while you’re there.

I can’t even begin to imagine all the nostalgia you’re feeling while being there. That’s your home, where you grew up, the only place you’ve ever known for a while…but, I hope being there has also made you realize how far you’ve come.

Not just in regards to YouTube, but also you as a person.

I want you to be happy, I want you to be proud of yourself, but also humble at the same time. There’s no shame in being proud of your growth and change as a person, embrace that shit, carry it with you. It’ll only push you to grow and try new things.

I’m, personally, in awe of your growth and change as a person, not just as a YouTuber, but a person. I know you’re the only one that can determine whether you’ve changed for the better, but in my point of view, you have changed for the better. And you wanna know why I think that? Because you keep pushing yourself to be a better version of yourself all the time. You keep trying new things. You’re curious about everything and wanna learn as much as you can. You’re open minded.

And I am so damn proud of you, Jack. I’m gonna support you until the very end dude, just because I love and believe in you. Keep it up. ❤

intertwined - dodie aesthetics

intertwined: silky sheets, vanilla candles, fire crackling, snowfall, hot cocoa, loose tresses of hair, dimmed lamps, sacks of letters, glowing lights, cozy pajamas, fluffy blankets, the feeling of being held

i have a hole in my tooth (and the dentist is shut): confetti, cupcakes with rainbow sprinkles, disco balls, roller rink lights, perfectly frosted cakes, sweet tea, untied shoelaces

absolutely smitten: clear skies, bright pastels, hiding behind books, spinning skirts, sunshine, love letters sealed with star stickers, sweaters with too-long sleeves, shared milkshakes

sick of loosing soulmates: blue and purplely sunsets, untied ribbons, matching tattoos, loosely held hands, playing piano in the dark, promise rings, pinky swears

when (live): locked diaries, sweet nostalgia, imagining, colorful calligraphy, oil paints, day break, birds flying overhead, post it note messages, soft lighting, new hope

Blog #3

The last day of summer - Gabriel Picolo

Picolo is a 23 year old freelance illustrator and comic artist based in Brazil. His artwork rages from re-imagined cartoon and nostalgia pieces to the personification of greek mythological characters to original characters in comic series. His digital mediums include adobe photoshop and designseeds and kuler for color palettes. This particular piece takes the well-known characters from Teen Titans and re-imagines them as regular young adults hanging out on the last day of summer. The titans are not in their traditional hero outfits portrayed in the comics and tv series but in casual wear based on their individual personalities. This creates a feeling of nostalgia; almost like you are seeing your friends again after a long time apart.

Master List

I didn’t realize how much stuff I had written until someone asked me to make a master list. I’ll try to update it weekly (Master List Mondays?) and keep it alphabetized (Prefs will run oldest to newest.) Requests always open! P.S The list is rebloggable ;)

Blurbs:

Jacob

Caught 

Matt:

Surprise Visit

Taylor:  

Sweater

Imagines

Aaron:

Finally Mine

I’m Impressed

 Nostalgia 

Cameron:

Birthday Surprise

Christmas Money

Resort

Carter:

Vacation

Hayes:

Pajamas 

Lucky

You’re So Quiet

Jack G:

First Christmas

Jack J:

Almost Lost You

Home Is Where You Are

Roof

Kenny:

One Week

Matt:

Extra Present

Nash:

Carnival

Just One

Nate:

Girlfriend Tag

Sammy:

I’m Here

Shawn:

I’ll Be Home For Christmas

Snowed In

Taylor: 

Boxes

Keys

Surprise

Two Can Play That Game

 

Preferences:

How You Meet

Asking You Out

First Kiss

Dryhumping/Grinding

His Christmas Gift To You

Smuts:

Aaron:

Rope

Cameron:

Bail

Birthday Surprise Part 2

Hayes:

Celebration

Jack G:

I Missed You

Jealous

Jack J:

Club

Matt:

I’m Ready

Nash:

Tension

Nate:

Happy Birthday

Late

Listen

Sammy:

Better

Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts

Pigtails

Shawn:

Soundproof

Taylor: 

They’re Gone

Threesomes:

Best New Years Ever (Jack G and Shawn)

Innocent (Taylor and Shawn)

Lap Dance (Jack G and Jack J)

but imagine luke stepping onto the millenium falcon for the first time in so long.

imagine him finding himself at the edge of the island after rey gently asks if he wants to see it, staring up at the tattered ship that had once marked the beginning of his own journey. imagine nostalgia threatening to lock his knees and keep him from stepping forward at first.

imagine chewie being a welcome sight, drawing out a smile that falls instantly once luke realizes that he’d been half-expecting han to pop out of the compartments, wrench in hand. imagine rey staying quiet in the face of his resignation, watching patiently as he runs his hand over the hologame board.

“i never told him,” he would start, a little regretful and a whole lot scared, but rey’s look would say it all–she understands.

imagine later, when they’re back outside, she sits beside him and looks out at the ocean.

imagine her mourning with him.

But honestly, could you imagine the nostalgia that Nimoy must’ve felt in the Reboot. Putting the ears on, the hair, the persona that he developed throughout most of his life. He was grown, it’d been a long time since his last Spock role, how magic and uplifting that had to have been. Not only for him, but for anyone there to witness it. It was either the easiest thing to resume himself or the hardest since he’s had to move on. But he did it marvolously-

Props, Nimoy.

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  The Devil Can Be Beautiful ~ Theo Raeken x Reader

 Requested: “I want to trust you. You were my best friend at one point, believe me, I want to trust you but I don’t know if I can. My pack they-” imagine with theo ???

 

Nostalgia is a funny thing. It’s just a feeling; it’s just a word- a paradoxical word at that. On one hand it provides a certain kind of contentment that arises at the thought of wonderful memories from the past, a feeling that fills you with wistful warmth.  But on the other hand, it can be a torturous sensation reminding you that you may never experience the same things again, that things have changed and they can never be the same.

 There was a time when they were friends, best friends even. It was a long time ago- ten years or so. They were just children who had no idea what the real world was. They thought their parents could fix anything, the good guys always won, monsters were ugly creatures that were distinct from the average person, and above all, they thought they would always have each other. But they were wrong. They were wrong about everything.

 The metal door underneath a neon red sign spelling out ‘EXIT’ opens easily under her influence. It’s a cool night, the air crisp and breezy, but not uncomfortably so. She finds a seat on the edge of the roof, letting the still night ease what’s left of the adrenaline pumping throughout her body. Waiting for Lydia to get out of surgery in the stuffy hospital was starting to become too much for her, so she sought out refuge in the quietest part of the hospital. Finding one of her closest friends bleeding out on the police station floor after being attacked by a kanima-werewolf hybrid was a lot to come down from

“So this is where you disappeared to,” a voice says from behind her. She doesn’t have to turn around to know who it is. The point of coming up here was to be alone, but since he’s the one who essentially saved Lydia’s life, she figures she should at least be courteous.

 “Yeah, It’s a nice night. At least weather wise,” she says a bit awkwardly, not looking at him when she speaks. Ever since he returned unannounced she hasn’t been sure how to treat him. Sure he used to be her best friend, but that was nearly a decade ago. She doesn’t know him at all now and no matter how genuine he appears to be, something just isn’t right.

 “It is. Are you doing okay?” he asks, taking a seat next to her, their legs dangling over the edge of the building. It’s probably not the safest position, but if she can survive a hybrid attack then something as mundane as sitting on the roof shouldn’t be too dangerous. If she goes by falling off the roof then that’s how she goes. At least the coroner wouldn’t find anything odd like scales or a tail.

 “I’m fine. I didn’t get stabbed or slashed or anything,” she assures, stealing a glance at his profile. Bad idea. Even from the side his face still relays an angelic appearance with a sharp jawline.

 “I mean like mentally and emotionally. Physical wounds aren’t the only ones that need to be stitched up sometimes,” Theo concludes.

“Oh, that’s thoughtful. Thank you for asking,” she says faintly, unsure of how to act around him. Time changes everything. Especially with her used to be best friend. She used to tell him everything and vice versa, but that was when they were innocent elementary school buddies. Now he’s nearly eighteen, looks as if God himself sculpted every inch of his perfect face and body, and has a shady aura about him.

 “That was formal,” he laughs, turning to face her directly. She can feel his eyes on her, observant and calculative.

“I don’t know what to make of you,” she admits, looking him in the eye.

“You didn’t look all too thrilled to see me at the senior scribe and you’ve been distant since then. You don’t trust me,” he murmurs despondently.  A vague look of sadness flashes over his face. It’s hard to tell how real it is.

“I want to trust you. You were my best friend at one point, believe me, I want to trust you but I don’t know if I can. My pack they-”

“Don’t. They don’t trust me,” he nods in understanding, getting up off the ledge to walk around the roof.

She remembers when his sister died.  They were seven years old and how no idea how cruel life could be. She had been missing for a while and Theo tried to put on brave face for his parents. He wore this smile on his face like a mask, hiding how scared he really was. He would pace around the living room, a nervous habit he developed for coping when he was upset or afraid. It was like he could walk off the unpleasant feelings.

 The day they found her he wouldn’t sit down. He walked around in circles with silent tears streaming out of his glossy blue-green eyes. Eventually she walked over to him and tugged on his arm to halt the motion. Neither of them said anything as she led him to the couch. She hugged him and they stayed like that, twined together on the couch for a very long time.

 Watching him pace around the roof reminds her of that tragedy. She can almost see the grief stricken seven year old. It makes her chest tighten uncomfortably and her eyes sting in the subtlest way.

“Theo,” she calls, her voice stronger this time, “please come sit down.”

He stops pacing and looks at her. He looks somber, but not necessarily sad. It’s an odd expression, one she’s never seen before. He’s resigned, but there’s something in his eyes that almost looks mischievous. In this lighting it’s hard to tell.

“Are you reminiscing over there?” he inquires, aware of what she must be thinking while she watches him pace.

“I guess I am,” she admits, patting the space next to her.

He rejoins her, overlooking the back lot of the hospital. From this view all you can see are the extra ambulances that sit still, waiting for an emergency to happen.

“Do you remember how much we used to love horror movies?” Theo asks, searching her face.

“Those and every thriller we could get our hands on,” she grins, remembering simpler times.

“That was a staple in our friendship,” he agrees, mirroring her grin.

“Now my life is a horror movie,” she sighs woefully.

Her statement isn’t far from the truth. She lives in a world full of monsters and murderous psychopaths. In a way, the movies she used to watch as a child somewhat prepared her for how her life would turn out. Except there’s one vital piece of truth the movies never displayed. In the fictitious stories the villain is hideous and marred with imperfections. The villain looks like a villain. They aren’t physically appealing- just look at Freddie Krueger. This is a lie in the real world. The bad guy isn’t always a disfigured lunatic; sometimes the bad guy looks like an angel and has a smooth tongue. Sometimes the bad guy is charming and enticing.

“Look on the Brightside,” Theo notes, “You’ve been prepared for all of this since you were a kid.”

“I don’t think anything could have prepared me for the nogitsune, or a kanima-werewolf hybrid,” she tilts her head, squinting slightly.

“Alright, fair point,” he chuckles softly.

It almost feels like it used to. Almost. Maybe it’s because they’re older and they’ve both gone through hell. Maybe it’s because they’re nearly strangers. Maybe it’s because puberty hit them both like a train and the tension is becoming obvious. Maybe it’s something she can’t quite place her finger on.

“Thanks for saving Lydia,” she says gratefully, “After everything… We can’t lose her, too.”

“The ex best friend saving the new best friend,” he jokes, lightening the situation.

“I honestly don’t know what to consider you anymore,” she chuckles, pushing her hair back from her face.

He studies her carefully, looking exceptionally considerate.

“Can I try something?” he asks, his voice soft.

She nods ‘yes’, giving him the green light for whatever he’s planning on doing.

It happens quickly and without hesitation. Her eyes close immediately, her body shivering in surprise. She wasn’t necessarily expecting him to kiss her, but she isn’t necessarily surprised that he did. He tastes like a mix of nostalgia and mystery. His hands feel like old memories and an unforeseeable future. He is a paradox of the familiar and the unknown.

 She never expected his lips to be so gentle, or his touch to be so soft. She never expected that her best friend would disappear and then reappear only ten years later to rescue her pack and kiss her on the rooftop of the hospital. She also would never expect that her best friend is a liar. She doesn’t know that this is power play in a scheme that will ruin their lives. She doesn’t know that he’s manipulative and cunning.

 She doesn’t know that the devil can be beautiful. She doesn’t know that the devil is her best friend.


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