I agree so much with your commentary about Yusho's role in ARC V. After we have seen Yuya struggle for so long with Yusho "smile mantra" and how it lead to his suffering and inability to deal with reality, and overall was a terrible coping mechanism, to have the show validate that ideology is quite troubling. And the weird part? it seemed at times that the show didn't quite know if they were pro or against it. Until the end of the Synchro Arc, that is...
“After we have seen Yuya struggle for so long with Yusho “smile mantra”… to have the show validate that ideology is quite troubling.”
That. That right there. You hit the nail on the head.
A year ago I was so young and naive just getting into Haikyuu!!, Sailor Moon and Harry Potter were still my main fandoms, and I had about 8k followers. I had zero idea that the following 12 months would basically be a never-ending loop of me going “well that escalated quickly” _(:3」∠)_
I honestly don’t know how to express my feelings right now lmao because holy shit 25,000 is a big number. Like I was at Twickenham Stadium the other weekend and I realised that if all of my followers were there you would fill more than a quarter of the stands. Which is insane.
I worry I sound insincere when I say this but truly, honestly, 100% from the bottom of my heart: THANK YOU. For everything. Your likes and reblogs and hilarious tags and sweet messages and interest in my artwork and AU ideas. It genuinely means the world to me.
I daren’t even imagine what the next 12 months will bring, but I hope it’s just as exciting <3
Some expression meme stuff. (Not labeling because i deleted the requests with each finished one so lol!) I still have a set to go but I feel like I’m done for now! Here’s the Papyruses separate because I can only do 10 images as part of a photoset:
In which the reader starts crying because of how great Jughead is.
It was raining outside. It
was hailing earlier, harsh and cold, with a concrete-like-sky and an
unrelenting chill, but now it was soft, tentative, and swirling. It was one of
those unsettling situations in which it was raining, but the sun was also bright.
The tarmacked ground outside was wet, but shining. Raindrops were settled on my
windows, but the light was shining through them, making my room even brighter
than if they weren’t there. I saw him cross the road, his hands in his pockets,
and his eyes squinted against the rain. I noticed he had his backpack on his
shoulders, which was never good. I took out my headphones and rushed down the
stairs, opening the door for him. He walked in, shaking out his hair like a wet
dog and I laughed.
“I need a place to stay.” He
said, his eyes pleading. I smiled.
“Of course, Jug, whenever.”
His face relaxed in relief, a grin spreading across his face. This was not the
first time Jughead had had nowhere to go, and had come to stay with me. The
first time he had tried to hide it from me, attempting to sleep at school, but
of course I had not allowed that to continue. My parents weren’t around anyway,
so there was no one to tell him no.
“Maybe you should just come
and live here all the time.” I joked, and he laughed as he kicked his shoes off,
but then he looked up at me, and suddenly that suggestion seemed all too real.
I followed him into the kitchen and lifted myself up onto the side as he leant
against the sink. I didn’t ask what had happened to make him, once again,
homeless, but instead started an entirely unrelated conversation, for which I know he was grateful.
My studying was abandoned,
and we ended up sprawled across the sofa watching movies, as per usual. We each
leant with our backs on one arm of the sofa, our legs entangled in the middle.
I looked over to him as the credits rolled, surprised to find him fast asleep,
his head slumped down onto his chest. Jughead never really slept, so I felt as
though it was a privilege to see him do so. His face seemed so much more
peaceful, the seemingly constant furrow of his eyebrows smoothed out, and his
mouth relaxed. I stared at him for so long, his face now only lit up by the
faint light of the white lettering on the screen. I thought about how rarely he
looked calm, peaceful or content, and how much I wanted him to be. This
seemingly gloomy, angry teenage boy, who had turned out to be so gentle and
good. We had been friends now since third grade, when I moved to Riverdale. I didn’t
really have anyone before that, and then Jughead strolled into my life with his
stupid hat and satirical humour and made everything good. He deserved so much
better than what he was given.
Suddenly there were tears in my eyes and a swelling
in my throat as I desperately wished Jughead Jones happiness. I let out a
silent laugh as tears ran down my face at the absurdity of the situation. I was
literally sitting next to my sleeping friend, crying at how great he was. I
shifted my legs, moving to stand up, but froze as Jughead’s body stirred at the
movement. His eyes opened slowly, looking around blearily as his legs shifted.
They met mine and widened in alarm as he noticed the tears on my cheeks. He sat
“Y/N?” He asked worriedly,
his hand reaching for mine. This movement, paired with the concerned look on
his face, seemed to intensify my emotions, and I let several more tears leak
out of my eyes as I looked at the wonderful boy in front of me. He frowned even
more, distressed by my sudden onset of emotions, moving towards me on the sofa.
“Hey, what is it?” One of
his hands took mine, while his other rested on my leg, rubbing up and down. He
was just making it worse. “Y/N, what is happening?”
I wanted to laugh at his
obvious confusion, but water just kept trickling out of my eyes. I chuckled weakly,
attempting to wipe the tears off my face, but they were just replaced. I
brought my legs up and off the sofa, shuffling along it towards him and
leaning into his ready arms. My cheek pressed against the side of his chest as
I continued to cry. It was just getting embarrassing at this point, I didn’t
even know what I was upset about anymore. His arm came around my shoulders, the
other one moving to grip my hand as he rested his cheek on top of my head,
obviously realising I just needed a hug.
“Shh, Y/N please stop
crying. Or at least tell me why
you’re crying, I mean I really have no idea what’s going on.” He said, rubbing
his hand up and down my shoulder in a desperate attempt to comfort me. I let
out a weak and watery laugh, the occasional tear still sliding down my face.
“You’re just really great.”
I mumbled into his shirt.
“You’re great okay, Jughead,
that’s why I’m crying!” I said a bit louder, almost annoyed with him. There was
a moment of silence before he started laughing, as I knew he would. I rolled my
“Yeah, go ahead, laugh it
up, I’ll just sit here and cry.” I grumbled as he continued to laugh. He leant
back to look down at me, smiling.
“You’re crying because… I’m
great?” He asked, frowning and chuckling. I huffed,
“Yes, Jug, I’m crying
because you’re great.”
“Okay, I’m gonna need some
I sighed, leaning further
into him, his arm still around me.
“Well I just started
thinking about how much you have improved my life,” I started quietly, half
into his chest, embarrassed to be confessing this to him. “And then you were
asleep and you looked so peaceful and I wish you could be like that all the
time because you deserve to be happy, and you don’t deserve anything bad to
ever happen to you.” I rambled off, shutting my eyes as another tear slipping
onto my cheek. There was silence for a moment, before he removed his arm from
me and turned around to face me, his eyebrows furrowed and a small, bemused
smile on his face.
“Y/N, I am happy, you know
that right? Especially with you.” He looked me in the eye.
“Sure, I have a pretty
shitty home life, but doesn’t everyone? There are plenty of people who have it
worse than me, and I count myself lucky for what I do have.” I smiled up at
him, and he moved his arm back around me, looking forward. “I think you
underestimate how happy you make me. Don’t think it’s just you who’s all
grateful, Y/N, that’s not fair. Sure, I may not cry about it,” I laughed, “but I have you, and as disgustingly
cheesy as it sounds, that’s pretty much all I need. You know, I think the
reason I looked so peaceful when you were watching me sleep, which is creepy by
the way, is because I was here, with you. This is the calmest, safest place for
me. Right by your side.” He pressed his lips against the top of my head, and I
tried very hard not to cry again. Why does he do this to me?
I thought about what he had just said, and a small smile spread across my face. The best thing I could do for Jughead was just to be with him. To be there for him, and to make him laugh, and let him stay at my house, and watch movies with him when I’m supposed to be working. To be his friend.
I took his hand as we pressed ourselves into
each other, enjoying the silence, the darkness and each other.
Okay so this is a bit of a weird one but perfectly sums up how I feel about Jughead.
The worst part about having a borderline personality disorder (except the mood swings and impulsive actions and actually a whole lotta other shit), is how badly you want to be in a loving relationship. But then they say something neutral and you just fuking split on them, even some minor incovinience is enough and here ya go destroying all of your relationships and being really rude to them, because at that moment you feel like you’re right and they deserve it. Also, you never know if it’s really love or just a hardcore obssesion that will pass once you really get to know them.
Author’s Note: Oh my gosh I am so nervous. This is my first ever attempt at smut…if you can even call it that. But I kind of liked this so I’m going to put it out here. Please be kind and offer any constructive criticism you can. I am going to tag some people to tell me what they think. I hope you all enjoy it.
Word Count: 2,239 (Holy Hell)
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Smut, Angst, Heavy Drinking, Language
Song Inspirations: “Wasting All These Tears” by Cassadee Pope and “Whole Lotta Love” by Led Zeppelin
The only thing you could feel at the moment was the cold porcelain
tub on your back as you raised the bottle to your lips. You chuckled to
yourself as you slid further in; you had originally planned to take a hot bath
to calm your nerves, but that idea went out the window and you just decided to
lie in it and drink your pain away. You looked down at your stomach and legs;
they were the only things visible as you sat in your sports bra and
capri-length leggings. If anyone looked at you right now, they would think you
were being beaten. This caused you to chuckle again and you picked your phone
up, checking it once more, scoffing when you still had nothing. Not even a text
saying he wasn’t coming back tonight. You were about to put the phone back
down, but decided that maybe a little music would help. So you climbed out of
the tub, stumbling a bit before plugging in your Bluetooth speaker and
connecting your phone to it. Putting your songs on shuffle, you laughed rather
loudly as the song’s intro filled your ears. Cassadee Pope’s haunting voice
caused tears to fill your eyes as you finished the fifth of Jim Beam and opened
the next one lined up. Before you did, though, you looked into the bottle and
giggled, muttering to yourself “nope, he’s not in there!”
My Dearest Jo! (Aka butt url twin) @emilybuttrickards I thought long and hard (pun intended) about what gift I could possibly give you this christmas and decided that just one otp simply wasn’t enough!!
Anyways I hope you have an amazing christmas with a whole lotta wine and candy! And a spectacular New Year!!!
I LOVE YOU MY TRASHY FILTHY BABE!! And may you be blessed with the gift of dick this holiday season!
((Behold– ‘Classic’ AA styled Simon Blackquill talksprites!
To be completely honest, I’m unsure who drew the original sprite, as I cannot find a credit of this specific version. However, I will say that I did personally edit the waistcoat, hand, face, hair, and custom made the mouth animations.
I mainly made these because I need new dolls on my dA page, but honestly this could work for a whole lotta other things. Feel free to use as long as you credit!))