A WW2 veteran has come out as transgender at the age of 90 and is happy to finally be receiving female hormone treatment.
Patricia Davies says she knew since the age of three that she was a woman but lived in fear of how people would react for decades until doctors changed her medical records to “female” last year.
Even though she had opened up to her late wife about her feelings in 1987, who bought her jewelry and dresses to wear in secret, she remained living as Peter after receiving abuse from people in the street and fearing “electric shock treatment”.
The retired industrial photographer, who served in the army between April 1945-1948, has a distant aunt who once lived to 104 years old so hopes she has “similar genes” to keep her going so she can now enjoy life as a woman.
Patricia, from a village in Leicestershire, said: “It feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I was living a lie.”
“I have been keeping quiet. I have slowly started to tell some of my neighbors. Everybody said ‘don’t worry, as long as you’re happy.”
“I’ve known I was transgender since I was three-years-old.”
“I have always been attracted to women but not in a sexual way. I’m not gay. My attraction to women was that I wanted to be like them. I would have liked to be like the pin-ups.”
“I was never totally unhappy. I always made the most of things and looked on the bright side of things. I’ve always had a wicked sense of humor.”
“Because of the general hostility of people I kept quiet. It wasn’t until recently that I felt safe to come out and I felt an overwhelming desire that I wanted to break free. So I came out and I’ve not regretted it.”
Patricia served in the army from April 1945 until April 1948, leaving when she was 21 and getting married only a few months later.
During her time in the armed forces, she served in the Far East, India, East Africa and Palestine.
Patricia said: “You took your life in your hands in the army. I lost a couple of mates and had a close shave myself.”
“I had to keep my mouth shut about being transgender, you couldn’t flaunt that as that would have been a disaster.”
“Transgender wasn’t really known in those days. I would have been classed as homosexual, which would have caused problems in the army. I would have ended up in prison. But I got through it.”
“But it was alright overall and I feel quite proud having served during the war and having done military service, in particular during the trouble in Palestine.”
“Perhaps Hitler got news I had joined in April 1945 and gave up. That’s what I like to think.”
“I feel quite relieved, quite happy. [The best thing about coming out] is being accepted as a woman. That has been something I’ve wanted all of my life.”
“If people don’t like what they see then I don’t care but no one seems to be causing me any trouble. Nobody questions it though. Nobody seems to bat an eyelid, they accept me as I am.”
“I’ve been made most welcome in the societies. I think people will benefit from being educated on this a bit more.”
I know that in life there will be sickness, devastation, disappointments, heartache - it’s a given. What’s not a given is the way you choose to get through it all. If you look hard enough, you can always find the bright side.
Request: Hi honey ! <3 I love all your imagines, you are such a good writer ! I was wondering, if you could write Juggy imagine, something like Cinderella story, where the reader is shy and clumsy girl, who doesn’t go out much often because of her stepmother and her daughters, but one night, with Veronica and Betty help (two fairygodmathers haha) she go to a school party, where she met Jughead, but when she was leaving in hurry, she left something, and Juggy is determined to find her ?
This was like, the cutest prompt I’ve ever read and I just had to do it! Let me know if you want a part 2 :)
Jughead x Reader + Beronica because I’m trash
Warnings: - Swearing / abusive step-family :c - if you deal with these kind of issues, please tell someone. Anyone. You deserve so much more <3
Words: - 4,849
Cinderella, that was pretty much you in a nutshell.
You walked along the side of the hallway, lurking. You managed to pass through to the high school exit, unnoticed by anyone. Not that you were ever noticed. You could turn into a flying monkey and still no attention would be paid to you.
Not that you cared. You were a selfless girl, kind and virtuous. To everyone else you were the shy girl without friends, too perfect and studious to need anyone. Inside, you were longing for someone to talk too, because nothing and nobody in Riverdale is ever perfect. There’s always a layer of cracked stone hidden beneath the perfectly painted exterior.
The reason you didn’t have many friends was because you never really got out much, besides school. You weren’t used to much social interaction and all your spare time was spent in the library, doing your homework. You couldn’t do it at home, because you had to take care of your stepmother who would often come home high or drunk. Your stepsisters would blame you, and you would have to clean up all of the mess and damage that they left behind or your step-mother would beat you.
That was always another reason why you never let anyone know. You were too selfless and paranoid to make a fuss, you didn’t want people worrying over you or thinking that you were just seeking their attention. You had the bruises and the scars to prove your claims, but in your mind speaking out would just make everything worse.
Still, through all that you had bared, you wore a smile on your face and tried to stay positive. It was all for your Mother’s sake. She had died in a car accident when you were 9 and it had left you traumatised. Sadly you didn’t have much time to recover as your Father followed just 4 years later thanks to cancer. Your Mum always used to tell you to look on the bright side of life, to be kind and show love. All you wanted was to make her proud.
As you walked out into the parking lot to fetch your bike, you saw a group of people crowded around the racks engaged in conversation. You walked up to them gingerly, your body spiked with nerves. This was, as dubbed by Cheryl Blossom, the Sad Breakfast Club. You’d always admired them from afar.
Archie Andrews was talented, in both music and sports. Betty Cooper was the typical girl next door, good grades and a strong mind. Kevin Keller was too fabulous for words, and you adored his confidence. Veronica Lodge was a powerful feminist, who stood up for herself, as well as standing up for her friends and fellow females. Then, there was Jughead Jones. You’d partnered up with him once in English class. He had a way with words, and you couldn’t help but ask him about his novel. His eyes had lit up with passion, a passion that didn’t die for the whole time the two of you conversed. His friends had been surprised at how talkative he was to you, how excited he was that you seemed to understand and respect his novel.
It felt great to finally have someone to talk to, about normal things. However, after that encounter you hadn’t really spoken to him, although he would sometimes acknowledge you with a small smile and a nod when you passed him in the hallway. You didn’t have the courage to interact with him more than you already did. Besides, you saw the look in his eyes. It was indescribable. The same look that clouded over your eyes daily, a look that nobody except those who possessed it would be able to see. The look of helplessness, that behind whatever perfect or basic exterior you had built up, was layered with secrets and scandal. You didn’t want to present yourself as another burden in his life when, without even talking to him properly, you could just tell he wasn’t going through the best of times.
You could hear that they were talking about Cheryl Blossom’s upcoming party. The party of the century. A masked party. Considering your status, you hadn’t received an invite so you weren’t going. The idea of taking on a whole new identity, the ability to let yourself loose without having to worry about how people saw you. It was thrilling, and sent anticipation and excitement coursing through your veins. How you would love to confidently dance at a party, socialise, do things that (Y/N) (Y/L/N) just wouldn’t do… couldn’t do. For once, after all the things you gave to the world, maybe taking something in return and having your fifteen minutes of fame was all you needed.
Your daydreaming meant that you hadn’t been paying precise attention to where you were walking, and found yourself stumbling over a collection of bikes which had been carelessly placed in the middle of the pavement as there was no more space on the bike racks. Your felt your cheeks tint red with embarrassment as you collected the spilled contents of your bag, which you had forgotten to close. It was cliche and awkward, and what made it worse was that the SBC was right in front of you watching. They got down to help you pick stuff up and you muttered your thanks to each of them, keeping your head down. You felt someone touch your arm, and naturally you immediately leapt onto your feet away from the contact, jerking the touch away from you. Your eyes were wide and your heart was thumping. You were so skittish thanks to past trauma, and you felt your cheeks get redder as you realised it had only been a reassuring gesture from Jughead.
He was staring at you, bewildered, as he slowly walked closer and gave you your pencil case, one of the items that had fallen from your bag.
“Are you okay? -” He paused, as if trying to remember your name, not that you’d ever told him. He probably expected you to just give it to him there and then but you wanted to escape the awkward confrontation as quickly as possible. You weren’t sure why because to be honest, you would always prefer to be anywhere in the world that wasn’t home. However, if you got home late, you would just be making it worse for yourself.
“Yes, thank you. All of you,” You put on that charming smile of yours, before pulling out your vintage bike, which you had salvaged from a local junkyard. You’d manage to acquire mint green spray paint and the materials to make a small woven basket for the front, and the result wasn’t half bad. It wasn’t exactly the flashy modern bikes that lit up when they move, but you wouldn’t want it any other way. Finding the time to work for yourself was rewarding in its own sense.
You knew eyes were on you, something that you weren’t exactly used to, so you tried to get out of sight, as you rode down the street, as quickly as possible. You didn’t realise the curious spark mixed in with the helplessness in Jughead’s eyes, and you didn’t realise the suspicious glances that were exchanged between Betty and Veronica.
Home sweet home.
Home is where you feel safe, most wanted and most loved.
Your home was anything but sweet, and you felt like you were living in fear, that the hate your ‘family’ had for you was all you had going for your life.
You walked your bike up to the shed at the side of your house. It was infested with spiders and mice, and if your step-mother was in a particularly awful mood, the thickly coated, dusty floors would be your bed for the night. Lucifer, your step mother’s cat was perched on the door step. His name seemed appropriate considering his demonic demeanour and frequent attempts to claw your limbs out. His gaze followed you as you entered the house.
Empty or smashed beer bottles clogged up the hallway, and you practically went en pointe to try and avoid the thick shards of glass that coated your path. You couldn’t hear the blaring noise of the TV, or the throwing of items coming from upstairs. This meant, it was one of those days where your stepmom went out the night before, drove to the next town over, got drunk and high and then proceeded to have a one night stand with some poor man. She wouldn’t be home until very late the following evening, and you couldn’t help but breathe out a soft sight of relief.
You had just gotten out of the shower, preparing to start on clearing up the glass when you heard the front door slam, followed by two whingey voices. Your step-sisters, Drew and Anna. Whereas your stepmom had physical abuse covered, your step-sisters preferred to hurt you verbally, to mock you and tease you, belittle you and reduce you to nothing but their own personal slave.
“(Y/N)!” You heard a screech from below your feet and you cringed inwardly, as you pulled on your comfort clothes. You knew you should have cleaned up first, but you just felt so stressed and uncomfortable from your fall earlier. Not that your own concerns were the priority in this household.
“(Y/N)!” Two simultaneous yells this time, sounding frustrated. The longer it took, the worse it would get, the more material they had to hurt you with. You hurriedly raced downstairs to their aid.
“Drew, Anna, how was your day?” You put on the nicest smile and sweetest voice you could muster. Anyone else would have snapped back at these sisters by this point, but you were an empathetic person and knew that deep down, these girls were suffering from their broken family just as much as you were. They just coped with it differently.
“Took you long enough, anyways, Cheryl invited us to her party and we need you to do our makeup like the… good sister that you are,” Anna gave a sickly sweet smirk. Your stepsisters had been sucking up to Cheryl for weeks in order to be invited to this party, and knew that you wouldn’t be going.
“She’s picking us up in her limo in about 2 hours, so hurry up. And don’t make further plans, you’re going to have to clean everything up before Mum gets home afterwards or she’ll kill you,” Drew snickered and Anna scoffed.
“Please Drew, we’re not that lucky.” The two sisters pushed past you, before walking up the stairs to their room. You felt your sensitivity levels topple over slightly, that remark was just a bit too far.
Somehow, you managed to slightly bond with your sisters over the makeup process. You tried things out on Drew, Anna would occasionally compliment how nice she looked and ask if you could do the same thing when it came to her. You almost felt like normal sisters. Until you were done. It could never last long could it? You just weren’t good enough.
Drew and Anna were wearing flamboyant dresses, with masks to matched. Their heels were higher than you thought was actually possible. As the two made their own final preparations, you were busy doing your own makeup and had laid out a pastel pink dress to wear. The dress was your mother’s, and you had managed to find it at the back of your closet from when you used to try and dress up in her clothes when you were younger. You wanted to go to this party. Why not? After all, you did everything for everyone else. For the first time, you deserved a little something back. Besides, you were sure Anna and Drew wouldn’t care, after all you had gotten on so well when you were doing their makeup. Well, better than usual at least. That had to mean something.
Cheryl wanted the party to be huge, so you were sure she wouldn’t mind if you tagged along with your sisters. It wasn’t as if you actually had any issues or rivalry with Cheryl, you just didn’t talk to her. You wouldn’t be surprised if your sisters had actually told people that they didn’t have any more siblings, and that you were just a loner only child.
You grabbed your ragged clutch, and made your way downstairs, after changing into the dress. You looked okay, but your mind was on the mask. You decided you were going to pick one up at the local costume shop on the way there, as you would travel on your bike rather than opting for the awkward journey in Cheryl’s limousine.
You raced outside before Anna suddenly rushed up to you, shoving her iPhone into your hands.
“Ah! (Y/N) perfect, take a pic of me and Drew!” She exclaimed, before rushing back to Drew and posing, attempting to stick her chest out. You awkwardly tilted the camera to fit the both of them in it, before Anna raced back and snatched it off of you, flicking through the pictures you took. “Ugh this one’s blurry,” She muttered, as she paced back and forth.
“What are you wearing?” Drew bitterly scoffed as she circled you mockingly, like you were surrounded in shark infested waters. You suddenly felt intimidated as Anna’s attention snapped to you and she began to laugh and jeer at you.
“Goodness (Y/N), is that ugly piece of shit the best you could do?” She giggled uncontrollably and you felt tears crawl into your eyes.
“It was my mother’s” You whispered, not looking either of them in the eye.
“You keep dead people’s clothes? That’s weird, creepy, just like that Jughead kid,” Drew sighed, pulling on a loose lock of your hair. You jumped back from her and she rolled her eyes and scoffed at you.
“Wait… don’t tell me… that you thought you were coming to the party?” Anna stopped pacing, getting up close in your face and raising an eyebrow. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole right now.
“Well… I thought… m-maybe you would let me come with you? I just thought it was my turn to d-do something… for myself,” You stumbled clumsily, eyes trained to the ground. An awkward pause of silence skipped over you, before your stepsisters bursted into scathing hysterics. Pointing at you, taunting you. The tears freely flowed now. How could you be so stupid and naive to think somebody actually cared about you.
“You thought wrong you little bitch,” Anna’s voice sent chills down your spine as her tone turned menacing. She walked up to you, grabbed the frills of your dress and ripped them in two. You let out a strangled cry as Anna stepped back to admire her handy work. You fell to the ground, picking up the pieces that had come off of the dress and holding them close to your heart. You felt like Anna and Drew were destroying your whole world, taking it down brick by brick. When they learnt a weakness or a potential threat, they would eliminate it immediately.
You heard the clanging of metal, and turned your head to the left to see your bike which was being vandalised by Drew, who was madly hitting it with a large metal hammer. You crawled towards her, screaming at her to stop but Drew wouldn’t comply, not until the bike was damaged beyond repair.
One of the only things you’d ever been proud of, your spare time flushed down the drain in a matter of seconds. You stood up and bravely faced your two stepsisters in the eye, who were observing the surrounding chaos with satisfied looks on their faces. A black limo pulled up on your driveway, and the two walked off, only stopping when they heard you yell.
“Why me? Please! What did I ever do to you? All I’ve ever done is be nice to you, why do you hate me?!” Your voice was raw from the crying. The stepsisters looked back at each other, trying to come up with a response.
“Because you ruined our lives,” Anna spat at you, before grabbing Drew’s hand and pulling her away, leaving you to stand there and sob. Your knees collapsed beneath you with grief.
You sat in your bedroom, trying to collect yourself. Your mothers dress was placed under your sewing machine which you would have to fix later. You had managed to clean up the rest of the house which had helped in taking your mind off of the party momentarily. However, you now sat on the edge of your bed, reflecting on what could have been.
Maybe you should have reached out to someone, anyone who would listen. Like Jughead…
You just wished you had your own fairy godmother right now.
Suddenly, you heard a knock at your front door. This was strange, as nobody ever came to this house except the milkman and the postman. Your sisters were too embarrassed to share their address or invite anyone round, as you would likely be there. If it was your stepmom, she wouldn’t knock. She would barge in the door, yelling and shouting.
Cautiously, you opened the front door, peeking out into the night. You were surprised to see two girls, two girls you recognised. Veronica Lodge and Betty Cooper, who were both wearing matching black and white dresses, with perfect makeup and sympathetic smiles on their gorgeous faces.
“We saw the bike, saw your sisters and put two and two together,” Veronica sighed. You bit your lip, not sure what to say, but Veronica had practically invited herself in and enveloped you in a hug, followed by Betty.
“You don’t have to tell us anything, but we won’t sit here and let them get away with ruining your night,” Betty smiled, brandishing a box. Inside the box was a makeup bag, a pair of white embellished platform shoes, a black and white halter neck dress with black lace on the top, and the best parts, the accessories. A split down the middle, black and white mask. The white side was embezzled in sequins and feathers, whereas the black side was decorated with white swirls and fake flowers. Intricate floral patterns danced around the edges of both sides of the mask. On top of this all was the most beautiful necklace you had ever seen. A silver chain attached to what looked like a jewel encrusted ring, lined with a gold rim. More tears appeared in your eyes.
“Sorry if none of it’s really you, it’s all we had,” Veronica laughed nervously but you jumped on the two girls with another hug, except tighter.
“You didn’t have to do this, it’s all so beautiful….” You felt yourself choke on your words.
“Honestly it’s-” Veronica began,
“Nothing” Betty finished, linking her arm with Veronica affectionately as they giggled at one another.
“Don’t let these people ruin your fun, you gotta go out there and get your man!” Veronica beamed, resting her head on Betty’s shoulder as Betty nodded encouragingly.
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and Betty and Veronica simultaneously rolled their eyes with a ‘tut tut’, exchanging glances.
“Jughead silly!” Betty spelt it out for you and you felt your face turn red all over again. “Yes! I knew it!” Betty exclaimed excitedly.
“I ship it!” Veronica and Betty squealed in a sing-song voice. You buried your face in your hands, but tried to laugh it off.
“I don’t even know if I can pull this stuff off guys. Honestly, it’s all so beautiful but it would probably look nicer on yo-” You began but the girls help up a finger in unison.
“Don’t even start with that crap. You are such a pretty, strong woman! You’ve been through all of this by yourself and you never even had to! You are going to own this party whether Cheryl Blossom gives a fuck or not,” Veronica retorted, and you grinned excitedly.
The girls helped you redo your makeup, as you confided with them about your situation. It felt so good to get everything off your chest. They were so much more relatable than you expected and you honestly hoped that this wouldn’t be a one-off friendship.
You were ready and dressed, hair done in a lace braid, necklace secured, feet comfy. All you needed now was to put your mask on. As you slipped it over your head, you felt a surge of confidence and power. This was finally your night, and you were going to earn it.
“Look at what we’ve created Ronnie,” Betty danced around your room with Veronica excitedly. Your sisters had left to help set up the party earlier, so it’s not like you guys were even late yet, and the others were very excited. Suddenly, you felt the nerves rush back. What if they couldn’t get you in? If Anna and Drew knew you were there they would personally skin you alive. Veronica noticed you tense and she crouched beside you, resting her chin on your shoulder and sighing.
“In this mirror, I see a beautiful, young, independent woman who is currently discovering herself. You deserve this night (Y/N), it’s not enough just to dream these kind of things, you gotta finally step out of your comfort zone and live it up!” She shook you playfully and you laughed. This was your chance.
The ride had been fun, Ronnie had her own limo which she had managed to secure for the evening and you had picked up Kevin Keller on the way there, who played a huge part in settling your nerves with his gay humour.
Veronica, being an influential person had also managed to get you into the party and you hadn’t even seen Anna and Drew so far.
Turns out that being anti-social for so long wasn’t a good trait to have in massive social events like parties where everyone knew each other and had plans for the evening. You felt out of place, and everything you dreamt of had faded. It was intimidating, all these masks practically trying to outshine each other. You lost your new friends in the sea of people and hadn’t found them since. You had managed to gain a lot of attention during the night though, which you were not used to.
You currently stood pressed against the wall, drinking the non-spiked punch and avoiding the dance floor. Suddenly, you made eye contact with someone else pressed agains the wall. Probably someone that you would recognise in a festival crowd. No matter where you were you could pick him out. His crystal blue eyes and distinctive grey beanie which would not go off for any event. His raven haired curly locks which stood up at the back of his neck.
Your night (Y/N)
Feeling a surge of confidence, you kicked off of the wall and stood by him instead.
“Do I know you?” He asked almost instantly. Obviously everyone knew it was him from the beanie, and nobody would voluntarily come stand by him, it just wasn’t a thing people did.
“Not yet,” You let out a small chuckle, surprised at yourself. Your voice was deeper, perhaps even seductive. You sounded powerful but your stomach was whirling with butterflies as the boy gave a moment of silence to take you in.
“How mysterious,” He smirked back. Jughead’s mask covered a very thin surface area around his eyes, and was simply pitch black and made out of card. He clearly tried very hard. “Student at Riverdale?”
“Are we playing a guessing game now?”
“I guess,” You couldn’t really tell from the flashing strobe lights and intense atmosphere but you swore you could have saw him blushing.
“Yes, I am a student at Riverdale,” your heart thumped. There were obviously tons of students at Riverdale but you couldn’t help but get this overwhelming feeling that he knew it was you. Maybe Jughead felt the same way? You bit your lip, thinking about how you just wanted to be at a comfortable home with this boy right now. Like his house, because your house was simply hell.
This boy practically was your home, he made you feel safe and wanted. Although he didn’t even know this was you right now, you were just there for entertainment as he had nobody to speak to. If he knew who you really were, he would have left a long time ago.
No (Y/N), your night! Have some faith in yourself!
“Have we talked before?” Jughead asked again, you paused deciding how you wanted to word this so that it was truthful but not too obvious.
“I expect so,” You played it off and you heard him grunt, causing you to let out another hearty chuckle.
God he loved that chuckle. It reminded him of (Y/N)
Jughead looked up at the mysterious, elegant beauty behind the mask. He thought of (Y/N) and how suddenly an idea popped into his head. But she was so shy… it was just his biased mind because he had a cr- no, it was worth the ask.
Suddenly a slow song played over the speaker, and people paired off onto the dance floor. The two of you stayed against the wall until you were the only two left. You’d love to dance, but there wasn’t much space left and you wanted to dance freely with flowing motions. Jughead practically read your mind, as he bravely took your hand and lead you out onto a balcony, before placing his hands on your waist as you wrapped yours around the back of his neck, leaning into him and taking in his gentle scent.
You slowly moved side to side, resting against him, only properly moving when he would twirl you around gracefully.
“Do we have classes together?” Jughead murmured. You nodded your head dazily and he chuckled at your sudden tired mood, spinning you again. He let out a hmm in mock thought, causing you to weakly giggle. “Have we been project partners before?” His voice got quieter and more gentle. You paused, the swaying slowing. “Yes” you whispered against his jacket, clutching it tightly in your hands.
From inside, you could hear the song coming to an end but undisturbed, the two of you continued to dance. A comfortable silence swept over you as he twirled you one last time before stopping, his mouth coming closer to your ear and you felt Jughead’s hot breath on your neck.
“Do you like English class?” He whispered gently into your ear and you felt yourself tense. Suddenly the loud chiming of a clock from above you caused you to break apart with a jump. He didn’t make it obvious that he knew, but it was the skittishness that made it clear who his mystery girl was. Your heavy breathing, turned into breathy laughing with Jughead before suddenly your whole body went rigid and your face paled.
“What’s the time?” You whispered, your face struck with horror.
“Midnight, that’s what the chimes are for,” Jughead moved closer, his hand reached up to cup your cheek but you stumbled back, your hand flying to clasp over your mouth. You were trying to hold back sobs of fright.
Your stepmom would be home. She would kill you if you weren’t there and you didn’t exactly mean figuratively. She would beat you until you’re bloody, skin you alive and then eat your flesh in front of your own rotting carcass.
You muttered hurried apologies before racing towards the balcony door. You had to sneak back home somehow, you had to get away. This should have never have happened. People like you don’t deserve these special nights, these special people. Your heart was thumping out of your chest as the adrenalin pumped through your veins
You let out a yelp of pain as you realised your necklace was stuck in your hair. You ripped it out, not caring that it fell to the floor. You didn’t even bother to pick it up, kicking off you heels and chucking them at Veronica as you ran away from the dance floor, from the party, from the mansion… from Jughead.
“Got it,” Drew smirked nastily, as she hit the stop button on the recording of you. She’d filmed the last minute or so of your dance with Jughead and your sudden departure.
“Mom would totally believe she stole all of that crap, including the necklace. I mean she must have. There’s no way that street urchin can afford that shit,” Anna sighed, “Did she honestly think that someone like her would fit in here? We’ll show her,” She clicked her tongue in satisfaction, before dragging her sister with her out the door.
Little did they know that they weren’t the only ones snooping on conversations.
“Not if I have anything to say about it,” Jughead clasped the necklace in his right hand, Veronica and Betty standing angrily behind him.
It’s 2am I’m so dead. This was kind of rushed, I’m so sorry <3
Let me know if you want part 2! ALSSSOOO: thank you to @mrs-jughead-jones for being there whilst I wrote this and getting annoyed at Apple autocorrect with me.
So it took me 3 days to emotionally prepare myself to make a proper post about Hwang Minhyun. I thought JR would make it to top 11 as well. All this time I was thinking “as long as Minhyun is there to reassure Jonghyun it will be OK”, I never once thought that Minhyun would make it alone. I never once thought he would be the one who needs to be consoled. But the PD101 result was unexpected and devastating for me.
For the past 3 days I’ve hardly eaten or left my room. I cannot stop thinking about MH and Nu’est. I’m not gonna lie, people who follow me know I’m kinda negative person, but after a day I can see on the bright side. However this time it took me a lot longer. It felt like I had lost my best friend.
Minhyun is an incredibly strong human. He bottles it all up inside. I have only seen him cry once before when JR read out a letter to Nu’est at a Japan concert, saying he had failed as leader. MH is a force of positive energy, who always vows to work harder, even until his body stops functioning, he doesn’t know how to stop. Jonghyun is sensitive, but Minhyun is always brave, always looks on the bright side.
I have never in my life seen him have such a massive mental breakdown before. The way he sobbed into his hands, tried to keep strong, but then broke down seeing his members broke my heart. I know his heart is broken as well right now.He couldn’t stop crying, even when the members told him it’s OK “because one of [them] made it” backstage.
I won’t lie, I really wanted MH to drop out of Wanna One. For his own mental health, I wanted him to. The guilt of making top11 alone was killing him on the inside. I want him to go back to Nu’est. I don’t want him to be apart from his family, his brothers who he loves as is loved by deeply. They are one of the cloest groups ever (no lie). I know being away from them will hurt him profoundly. I don’t want him to leave.
But I have to accept the reality.
He can’t escape now. Minhyun updated the fan cafe and called himself “Nu’est and Wanna One’s Minhyun” as much as that sentence feels wrong, for MH’s sake I will get used to it. He has made his resolve.
Desperate time calls for desperate measures.
As much as I despite MNET for preying off trainees talents then discarding them (*cough* Samuel and JR) and capitalizing off MH’s despair by promptly uploading a vid of him crying (which made naver no.2 most watched), they wouldn’t have survived without produce 101. Their albums wouldn’t have sold out and they wouldn’t be topping the charts right now.
So I will support Minhyun is Wanna One. I will probably cry every fucking day for OT5 to return but I will support this beautiful, talented, hard working man no matter what. He is hurting right now so we need to look after him, We need to send him immense love and support! (insta comments, fancafe, fan projects)
I will support Nu’est (hopefully come back soon as 4 if Pledis isn't stupid for once) and I will support Hwang Minhyun for 2 years in Wanna One with every fiber of my being. Because I love him with all my heart. Our fandom has been through the most pain, I know, it’s not fair right? But they never once gave up and we shouldn’t either!
I saw this meme about Hey Arnold the other day and i was like “That’s very Simon!”. It was Gerald, like “Why do you always look up? Why are you always looking on the bright side of things?” And Hey Arnold was like “Well, somebody has to” And i feel that’s very much Simon’s opinion. He could kind of fall into it, fall into this pit.
bossuet has some small waves of luck that go unnoticed by most people, but that are actually how he manages to always stay positive (since he prefers holding on to them and always looking on the bright side of life); like:
whenever he has to leave somewhere to go home and it’s raining the rain gradually stops until it’s 100% over or it’s almost imperceptible and it only starts again when he’s home;
whenever he forgets his wallet home and has to catch the bus he always has the exact amount it will cost him to catch the bus as many times he needs that day in his pockets;
he ALWAYS crosses ways with a dog when he’s mildly upset. ALWAYS;
he finds random, and to most people absolutely worthless, objects on the street (never money) that always have to do with one of his friends so he takes them home to wash them or whatever and give them to his friend as a gift;
when he wants to buy people gifts for birthdays or holidays or anything he always finds the perfect thing very quickly (and a few times it was the last one in store!!)
STEP IN TIME : musicals with tap numbers are infinitely better so here are a few for your ears
// 1. Forget About the Boy - Thoroughly Modern Millie // 2. I Can Do That - A Chorus Line // 3. Cold Feets - The Drowsy Chaperone // 4. Cinderella, Darling - How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying // 5. Bottom’s Gonna Be On Top - Something Rotten! //6. Good Morning - Singin’ In The Rain // 7. Morning Person (Live) - Shrek The Musical // 8. King Of New York - Newsies // 9. Turn It Off - The Book Of Mormon // 10. We’re In The Money - 42nd Street // 11. You Won’t Succeed On Broadway - Spamalot // 12. Something Rotten!/Make An Omelette - Something Rotten! // 13. Anything Goes - Anything Goes // 14. I Got Rhythm - Crazy For You // 15. Puttin’ On The Ritz - Young Frankenstein // 16. Step In Time (Live) - Mary Poppins // 17. 42nd Street - 42nd Street // 18. Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life - Spamalot // 19.A Musical - Something Rotten! // 20. Expressing Yourself - Billy Elliot // 21.The Speed Test - Thoroughly Modern Millie //
CDC is a webcomic! The story follows Camila, a freshman in college who’s pretty much unsatisfied with the dull atmosphere of her Campus life. One day Camila stumbles across a golden ticket to a mysterious Carnival. So what does a daring girl filled with insatiable curiosity do? She follows the address and ends up at the gates of El Carnaval De Cuentos where a Great and Dangerous adventure awaits.
Energetic and outgoing, Camila is always looking for adventures, whether it’d be a hike along the mountains or a 3 am trip for fries with some friends. To everyone, she’s the life of the party but in actuality, Camila is just silently freaking out about the future. Good times now, worry about what she can do to make her dad proud later….right?
Owner of El Carnaval de Cuentos. Kind and loving but burdened with the loss of their family. Amiel always does their best to look at the bright side of things. And through hard work, they’ve become very skilled at wielding magic which has allowed them to grant their carnival an incredible yet unpredictable gift. A gift they believe can do some good in the world. But can it?
Always lost in his own world, Ezequiel usually prefers the company of a book or his pet scorpion Chavito. But other times, he’s up for some harmless fun with his twin brother, Benjamin as the two spread mischief in ECDC. And then there are the times Ezequiel prefers to be left completely alone. Unable to recall most of his childhood memories, Ezequiel is stuck with the bad few that even his long walks can’t take him away from.
With his charming grin and outgoing personality, it’s easy for Benjamin to make friends wherever he goes. They all say he emits this strong confident aura, but plot twist: that’s exactly what he Isn’t. A few simple words could lift or drown this insecure boy. And just like his twin, he can’t recall most of his childhood, except the memories of ghosts that haunt him and remind him he isn’t Enough. And all Benjamin wants is to be Somebody.
Leu the Cat Burglar
Sneaky little thief that runs around ECDC stealing cotton candy and little items out the pockets of customers. Leu doesn’t talk and instead, holds conversations through little written notes or hand gestures. He’s a bit clumsy, so he’s always sporting some brightly colored band-aids. He may look like a soft cinnamon roll but as Benjamin says, “this kid bites”
Owner of Royal Falls Carnival. Loyal to friends. Charming as hell and not interested. Just here for a good time. But aside from enjoying long naps on her king sized bed, Eva is a strong competitor against those who try to outshine her carnival. Being pretty competitive herself, she enjoys a good fight for the limelight, even though the actual prize is not all that interesting to her.
Owner of his still nameless carnival. Grew up in a shitty orphanage and came out with the insatiable need to become someone Important. After being recruited to become a ringleader, Micc had and has only one thing one his mind: to become the best magician in the world. Daring. Impatient. Rowdy. Self-centered yet low-key unsatisfied with himself. He’s a recipe for disaster.
Summary: When Martin calls the brothers to tell them that a vampire has been killing people in Benny’s town, you tag along with the eldest Winchester to help him find his “blood-junkie” friend. But, even though Dean’s grateful for your help, he does not understand your motives and tells you that much. Which sucks. Because you can’t just admit you’re hopelessly in love with him. Right?
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Benny Lafitte (mentioned), Elizabeth (mentioned)
Word count: 2053
Warnings: None really. Maybe some language and season 8 spoilers? Mostly fluff.
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @angelschallenge Spring Challenge. Thank you for letting me participate, Angel, I always love your challenges! (and to anyone who wants to do it, you still got times and it’s been really fun, guys). My prompt was “rainbow” (included in bold in the text below).
This is set during season 8′s episode “Citizen Fang” and takes place right after Dean’s conversation with Elizabeth (Benny’s great-granddaughter).
The sounds of
birds chirping and trees rustling in the wind overwhelmed your senses as you
leaned against Dean’s muscle car and wrapped your arms around your middle. It
was still a bit chilly outside but as you took in the view in front of you,
drinking in every beautiful detail of the magnificent landscape with fervor,
you didn’t mind.
You’d always been
fond of rainbows, ever since you were a little kid. You loved the way they glistened into the sky, loved the hues of green and orange, indigo and violet
that danced together and created a bridge that joined your concrete world with
the unknown, the immensity of heaven’s vault.
So, you ignored
the cold wind as it caressed your skin and breathed it all in, grateful for a
moment of stagnation. God only knew how rare such moments were for hunters.
“There you are.
Thought you said you’d wait in the car.” Dean’s voice crawled into your
thoughts, gruff but smooth like the Tennessee Whiskey he loved so much.
Titling your head,
you smiled and reached for the coffee cup he was holding your way, mumbling
a quick thank you as your fingers
brushed against his.
“Well, technically, it’s not much of a
difference.” You pointed out, nudging him. “Did you find him?”
(A/N: For @autumnslioness-dearie, I hope you and everyone else enjoys this. Sorry if this isn’t my best and that it’s short. I know my imagines are short recently but I’m just super busy and want to get everyone’s request done so they aren’t waiting too long. Also , ’m super tired writing this but I didn’t want you waiting any longer because I know I take ages!)
Imagine Rafael being your secret admirer
The day the first one arrived, you definitely needed it. Without a doubt, it had been one of the worst days of your career. Everything was going wrong, evidence thrown out and cases dismissed, to even mentioning the fact that all of these things were scheduled back to back. So when you finally dragged yourself back down to your office for the first time that day it was about 7:00 in the evening. Your assistant had gone and switched on the lights expecting the office that you had left over twenty-four hours earlier. And for the most part, it was expected, except for one thing.
A bouquet of flowers, on the corner of your desk.
Your assistant obviously had brought it in but you were confused by it nonetheless, mostly because you hadn’t expected it. There was no card but it didn’t even matter because they were your favorite flowers, tulips. The same sort of ones you would plant with your mom when you were a kid. They did bring a smile to your face and the next day when you asked for the card from your assistant she said it didn’t come with one.
You assumed it must have been a mistake or it was a bunch that was delivered late that were intended for your birthday a few weeks earlier. You liked having them there, you usually hated having live flowers because they died in your care, but you took good care of them. They lasted two weeks.