and its was arranged by my school


Fandom: Riverdale 

Imagine: Being the one to make Chuck take down the picture of Veronica

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“I’m reluctant at this stage in the game to expose you to new ideas, but having taught you all history on a strictly non-gender-orientated basis I just wonder whether it occurs to any of you how dispiriting this can be? Can you for a moment imagine how depressing it is to teach five centuries of masculine ineptitude.

Why do you think there are no women historians on TV? I’ll tell you why: Because history’s not such a frolic for women as it is for men. Why should it be? They never get around the conference table. In 1919, for instance, they just arranged the flowers, then gracefully retired. History is a commentary on the various and continuing incapabilities of men. What is history? History is women following behind with the bucket.

And I’m not asking you to espouse this point of view, but the occasional nod in its direction can do you no harm.”

- MRS. LINTOTT (The History Boys 2006)

Things I wish I had known before moving into my own apartment

  • Walk around the neighborhood when you’re going to see the apartment. What’s in walking distance? Having to drive 20 minutes to get milk is a hassle.
  • Landlords can be a pain. Look over your lease with a lawyer (most schools offer this service) and know your state laws regarding housing. Any arrangement with your landlord must be in writing, otherwise it is invalid.
  • Renters insurance. Usually costs about $15-$30 a month and insures all of your stuff in case of flood, fire, theft, etc.
  • Make a budget and keep track of bills on a word document or similar. Its a easy way to keep track of what bills you need to pay when, and its simple enough for anyone.
  • Toilet paper should be the first thing you bring.
  • You can find amazing deals on furniture and decor at thrift shops. My TV stand, coffee table, dresser and living room decor is all from thrifting.
  • You will be amazed at what you can find for $1 at Dollar Tree that would more expensive anywhere else you go. Seriously. Anything you need that you can find at a Dollar Tree, get. (Tupperware, kitchen utinsels, bathroom accessories, etc)
  • Clean up for 10 or 15 minutes every day. It really makes a difference and prevents it from becoming a disaster.
  • Clorox wipes will be your best friend when it comes to cleaning. (Also found at Dollar Tree)
  • Buy a plunger, set of tools, duct tape, super glue and first aid kit.
  • Groceries are expensive. Try to shop at discount grocery stores, for example in my state it would be Aldis. Same food, off brand and so much cheaper.
  • This goes along with the last, but dont buy anything you wont eat/make in the next two weeks. Food expires fast, especially fresh food. Try to refridgerate/freeze as much as possible.
  • Before moving, get rid of anything you dont use/need. I cannot stress this enough. It helps with keeping organized and clean.
  • Place a wall air freshener by the doorway.
Long Lost Moment

Jughead x Reader

Summary: Jughead and the reader have a moment right before the reader leaves for a trip over the summer. The reader returns, only to find out that a lot has changed.

    Being away all summer had been an eye opening experience. Leaving Riverdale to volunteer at schools in India had made you value how lucky you were to be born into a middle class, kind and loving family. It had also made you see that life was too short not to be honest, and shoot for what your heart desired. As the taxi pulled up to Pop’s diner, you thanked the driver and grabbed your luggage, taking a deep breath before heading for the entrance. You knew that you could do this, that you could tell him. Just before you boarded the plane, he had kissed you goodbye. Although it wasn’t much, it was enough to make you realize that you wanted more from your relationship. He was your best friend, and you had always told each other everything. You only hoped that this time wouldn’t be any different. Pulling open the door, you made your way inside, immediately spotting his dark hair curled around his beanie. Smiling, you thought about how much you had missed this place, missed him. Walking up behind him, you noticed that he was he was looking at his computer intently, with headphones in his ears. For a moment, you took in the sight of him, typing away, before you yanked out one of the headphones. Startled, he jumped and quickly turned around.

“What the-” As his eyes focused on you, his expression changed from irritation to shock. “Y/N, I didn’t think you were getting back for another 3 weeks?”

“Well hello to you too Juggie.” You said, rolling your eyes and plopping down onto the seat in front of him.

“No, I’m sorry, I just wish I had known. I would’ve had a surprise waiting, or I could’ve come to get you at the airport.” Jughead sighed, and then groaned, burying his face in his hands.

“Hey.” You said, prying his hands off of his face. “I was just kidding. I’m happy enough to see you. I’ve missed you so much. I have so much to tell you, you have no idea. How about I order a milkshake for us to share and then I can tell-”

     Your sentence was cut off by Jughead looking out the window, almost as if he was suddenly in a daze. Following his gaze, you saw Betty, walking past the window, up to Pop’s. Confused, you snapped a finger in front of Jughead’s face. “Jug, what’s up?” You asked but he just looked at you with vacant stare, as though he was concentrating on something in his mind.

     Hearing the ding of Pop’s door, you looked up to see Betty freeze as she made eye contact with you. Betty had always been one of your closest friends, and became lost at what was even going on. Her face fell as she slowly walked up to the table. One of her delicate hands laid on Jughead’s shoulder, and his trance was broken as he looked up at her.

“Hey.” He said, forcing a slight smile. “How are you?” Jughead’s entire body language changed. He was tense and awkward, and you were left confused.

“You know, I’ve been better.” Betty responded quietly, eyeing me for a second and then avoiding my eyes.

“Are you guys okay?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Um, yeah of course! I was just coming to pick up an order, actually. But wow, Y/N, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you would be back early. This is just…great!” Betty smiled, hugging you. “Well, I am going to get that order, but I’ll see you at school on Monday, right?”

    You nodded, still unsure at to what had just happened. Betty turned around and quickly headed to Pop’s counter, uttering some words you couldn’t make out. Pop sighed and loaded a small box with fries, handing it over to Betty. Glancing at you and Jughead once more, she waved and exited the diner. Weird, you thought. Averting your attention back to Jughead, you looked at him, puzzled. “So are you going to explain what just happened or am I just going to have to ask Betty on Monday?”

Jughead avoided eye contact with you and picked at the corner of his laptop screen. “A lot, happened, over the summer. I-Betty was going through a lot and I got into a fight with Archie. You were gone and we just kind of-we”

“Oh my god, did you two hook up?” You interjected, with an obviously disgusted look on your face.

     Rubbing one eye, he continued. “We kissed, just the other day. I haven’t seen her since then, until just then, that is.”

     Shaking your head you bit your cheek. “Well that’s, great then. Glad you two really bonded. I always told you that you and Betty should be closer. I just didn’t know it was going to be in that way.” You said, bitterness laced in your words.

“Look, we had a moment, but Betty knows it didn’t mean anything more than that. She’s going through alot right now and I’m…going through alot right now and we were alone and it just, happened.” Jughead reached for your hand but you moved it back.

“No, it’s fine. By all means, don’t let our moment impact whatever you and Betty have.” You held your hands in the air.

“Y/N, it’s not like that. I was lonely and three weeks felt like forever to wait until you came back. I’m not going to apologize for the fact that I needed someone. And I didn’t seek Betty out in a romantic way, I just knew that I needed to move on from you and she needed to move on from Archie and it seemed like the right thing to do at the time.” He paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath. “My dad, he’s drunk or high all of the time and mom and Jellybean moved out. I was living at the Drive In but they shut it down, so I’ve been living in the closet under the school. I just…needed someone.”

     Guilt and sorrow began to wash over you as you listened to what had happened in the short time that you were gone. “Jughead.” You whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

     As the last two words fell from your mouth, Jughead’s expression had switched from anguish to anger. “You know how hard it was for me to kiss you, and then have you leave for two months? With no contact? And I couldn’t stop you from doing something that would be such a great experience for you, but in my head, I secretly hoped that you would change your mind, at the airport. That you would decide that you just wanted to stay here, with me.”

“Juggie, it was only two months.” You told him in a hushed voice, trying to calm him down.

“Yeah, this time. What about when we graduate, and I’m stuck here, taking care of Jellybean because no one else will, while you leave, to go onto better things, and better places, and better people?” His voice cracked as he spoke, his anger disappearing.

“I would never leave you like that. I-I-Jughead I love you, in every sense of the word. You’re right, I do want to leave Riverdale, but not if it means leaving my best friend, or his little bug of a sister.” You smiled at him and at the thought of Jellybean.

     Taking my hands in his, he wrapped his hands around yours, kissing the top of them. His eyes fluttered close as he sniffled, a tear working its’ way down his cheek. “I’m sorry about Betty.” He finally broke the silence.

     Untangling your hands you wiped the tear off of his face with your thumb. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you. I can’t believe what you’re going through. The thought of you alone, and scared, breaks my heart, and if Betty helped you, even a little bit, then I’m thankful to her. I want you to tell me everything that’s happened since I’ve been gone, but first, I’m going to call my mom and arrange something so that you aren’t sleeping at school anymore. You know we have that spare guest room downstairs and I think she’d be happy to let you stay there.”

Jughead offered a faint smile. “Thank you, Y/N. Really. I’m so happy and relieved that you are back.”

     You nodded and proceeded to dial your mother’s number. The conversation between you two was short, as she instantly agreed to let Jughead stay with you. After ending the call, you looked up at Jughead who no longer looked sad and distraught. Taking your hand in his once more, you watched as his eyes glistened. “So let’s hear about this trip, with that milkshake you so kindly offered earlier of course.”

     Both of you laughed and you happily agreed. “One more thing.” Jughead said, biting his lip as he studied your eyes. “I love you too.”

Road Trip {Holland}

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Requested: Yes - Anon

Synopsis: Your best friend Harrison and his friends join you on a road trip to a holiday house where you meet the cast for the first time. You have to deal with an awkward situation due to sleeping arrangements, along with a surprising discovery.

Word Count:1342

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(Dis)like at First Sight - Seungcheol (S. Coups) Angst

Originally posted by souppa

 Request: Arranged marriage with hoshi or hiphop teams? Cold hearted, being a meanie stuff like that? Fluff ending please ❤

Word Count:1352

Genre: Fluff/Angst(?)

Member/Group: Seungcheol of SEVENTEEN

Summary: Every girl dreams of the day she gets to walk down the isle in a white gown, so how come yours felt more like a nightmare?

A/N: I’m sorry posts are kinda more spaced out now, I am back in school and preparing for my last exams in the next few months along with a few band competitions. I’ll probably post more on the weekends and a few times throughout the week.

 It’s strange how quickly emotions can fog up human judgement. Rage can turn to grief in mere seconds, which can cause anything to go south. You always hear about arranged marriages, yet its quite rare to meet actual participants in the old-fashioned act. Maybe if you and your surprise fiancé had known a bit sooner than a week before your wedding about what lied in your futures, he wouldn’t have been so mad about it. Yet here you are, in a bustling room of women, getting ready to marry somebody and close to tears. 

 Your hair was in a classic up do with a a sheet of lace veiled over your head. The cream colored gown that was wrapped around your figure accentuated points and curves you where never aware that you had, and your make up did wonders to compliment your skin tone. It’s amazing what a few thousand dollars can do to someone with the help of a mask of make up and fake happiness.

 “(Y/N), are you almost ready? Your father is waiting outside the entrance to the church, and the organist has already played eight songs!” Your soon-to-be mother in law called from outside the door. A stray tear dripped down your cheek as you clenched the skirt of your dress. You quickly checked to make sure that you’re make up was not running, then you finally stepped out the door to get into the limousine.

 Inside the church, Seungcheol’s family waited alongside yours. Long pieces of silky white fabric were draped along each pew, with a light red carpet splitting the room in half. Orchids in vases were scattered along the edges of the room, and a table near the entrance displayed a book for each guest to sign before going to sit in their spots. The sound of an ancient organ echoed through the room, the melodic ebony and ivory keys releasing a sound that reflected a joyous occasion. At the head of the alter, a not-so-eager Seungcheol stood with his hands crossed over his pelvis. His suit was neatly pressed without a single piece of lint or hair caught on the smooth black fabric, and his hair had been neatly styled. 

 “Is she going to show up?”

 “I heard that she is in love with someone else and is planning on ditching the ceremony!”

 “I bet she’s only in it for the money…” Bouts of gossip extended from both families mouths, some positive and some negative. Suddenly, the creaking of the large oak doors opening interrupted every conversation.

 You and your father took a step into the room, and every person seemed to stop breathing as they took in your appearance. Your (length) hair was neatly pushed back and adorned with a long lace veil, but the natural makeup you wore still was eye-catching even when semi hidden. Your long gown trailed for a few feet, and the pristine bodes was covered in sparkly jewels with the occasional pearl thrown in. They expected the best considering how wealthy the Choi family was, but even this exceeded their expectations. The only person that was not in complete awe of you was your soon to be husband, Seungcheol.

 As you reached the alter, Seungcheol stepped forward to let you shift from your father’s arm to his. 

“You look nice today, brat.” It was supposed to be a compliment, but his cold tone and icy features pierced very ounce of happiness in the words and almost made it sound like a threat.

 “Thank you.” You looked down, and the Minister began the ceremony.

 “I now pronounce you man and wife.” As soon as the words left the old mans mouth, cheers erupted around the room. Seungcheol’s iron grip latched onto your hand and you both turned around to walk out. Flower petals rained down on your heads as you left, but you couldn’t get over the overwhelming feeling of self-pity that had begun to sink in your stomach. Even when the door to the limousine was shut, nothing but cold stares were exchanged between you and Seungcheol.

 “How about you tell me a bit about yourself?” The mousy voice that left your mouth was almost alien to you, but Seungcheol nodded nonetheless.

 “My name is Choi Seungcheol, and I am 21 years old. I specialize and business, and my father arranged this marriage because he considers me ‘anti-social’ and thinks that I would otherwise be hopeless in finding myself a wife, and your father just so happened to make a deal with him. What about you?” His words felt like poison stings, but you decided to try and be kind anyway.

 “I am (L/N) (Y/N), a (Age) year old woman of all trades. Until recently, I was working part time to earn the money to help pay my family’s bills and hopefully get to open my own bakery one day. It’s nice to meet you, and I hope I can be a suitable wife for you.” A smile peaked through your lips, but Seungcheol simply avoided your gaze and looked out the window.

 “Sounds like you married me for the money, huh?”

 All evening, you and Seungcheol were busy introducing yourselves at the wedding reception. His family seemed to be fun of you, but his frosty ways didn’t change at all. After the ‘first dance’, you both quietly ate and sat next to each other as the party went on without you. After the last piece of cake was served and the last drop of wine had been drank, you and your new husband clambered over to the car that would escort you to the hotel you would be staying at for the night. The drive was a silent one, and nothing felt better than finally getting to step out of the tense space.

 The hotel room was quite simple. The walls and floors were matte nude tones, but each room contained utilities that were most likely more expensive than anything you had ever used in all your years of living.

 “This room is really nice-”

 “Shut up. I get it, you are coming from a poor lifestyle, but I’m not here to hold your hand. Don’t act like this is even love, and just stay out one my way.” His words brought tears to your eyes and fire to your cheeks. You let out a croaky gasp, and did something you never thought you would do; you hit him on the chest. It wasn’t hard or anything, but the force caused your knees to buckle and you fell into a heap on the floor.

 “You know what, Seungcheol? I’m trying to make the best of the situation, and you are making it super hard. Yes, I did agree to this to help my family, but that is what love looks like! You are a cold hearted bastard, and this isn’t how marriage works! At least try to be nice, and maybe one day we can learn to love  each other…” Sniffles left your mouth and you hugged your knees. The room was silent, but the growing worry that your pleas had fallen on deaf ears was ringing violently throughout your head.

 Never had you felt so alone with another person. But then again, never had you felt as shocked as the moment that Seungcheol actually crumbled to the floor and rested a warm hand on your shoulder.

 “You know what… I’m sorry. I don’t really know what marriage is like, but now I realize how hard this day must have been for you. I just… I want to tell you that I’m willing to try, I guess.” His thumb swiped over your cheek and collected your tears, and your watery eyes finally glanced up at him. For the first time that day, a small smile was apparent on Seungcheol’s face. You stared at him for a few seconds, then embraced him with all your strength.

 “Let’s try this. Together.”

Spelling (Lin x Reader)

Word Count: 1,382

Warnings: None, just slight angst.

Authors Note: I’m not fully back. I just had an idea and wanted to put it out before I forgot about it or you forgot about me. Also I love you guys dearly and could not just distance myself from you. This story may or may not be inspired by my love life and how I wish it was. Having a shitty love life does have its benefits.You get to write about it. The plot just came naturally to me. Anyways it is a Highschool Lin AU. I hope you enjoy. GIVE ME FEEDBACK! I LOVE HEARING FROM YOU!!! LOTS OF LOVE BABES.

Not requsted.





You walked into your creative writing class on the first day of school, the familiar atmosphere engulfing you. The desks are arranged in perfect rows, not a single on out of place. You take a seat in the middle of the room, setting your backpack down. The minutes start to count down on the clock as passing time comes to an end. You look around for familiar faces to see none. It was a bad idea to take this class. Maybe you’ll drop out.

That’s when you see him.

One seat back. One seat over to your left.

The richest dark brown hair and a set of brown eyes to match. You snap forward before you get caught staring. The teacher calls attention and begins attendance. One by one, the teacher drones out names of old classmates, upperclassmen, foreign exchange students…  

“Lin Manuel”

“You can call me Lin.”

You know it’s him. Lin. So that was his name. Maybe this class wouldn’t be so bad.



You’d hate to admit it but you did it. You know. The thing where you look someone up online? Yeah. You did it. It wasn’t right after school or anything. He just crossed your mind before you went to bed and you plugged him in. The first thing that pops up?


The next thing?

A heart next to the word single.

Your heart flutters but you don’t know why. You just met the guy for god’s sake. You smile as you carefully look through his photos. You see he’s in theater, identify his group of friends, then you stumble across a picture of him and a girl. There’s multiple actually. You go through each picture, seeing him pose next to the girl, wearing a suit, holding flowers in his hands. You turn your phone off before you get too into it. You scold yourself for looking him up, a picture of him and his girlfriend permanently embedded in your head.



Time has passed with no words exchanged between you two. Sometimes you’ll casually glance back to see if he’s looking at you. No luck whatsoever. Time never seems to be on your side. No opportunity to talk to him, sit next to him, have one on one conversation. You admire him from afar, always looking around to see if he is near. Sometimes you’ll catch him sitting by his friends at lunch. Other times you see him walking to class by himself. Your feelings have had time to calm down and the high of liking somebody is dying quickly.

One day he walks into class late. You lift your head to the door, making eye contact with him. He smiles at you and you can’t stop a blush from spreading along your face. You crack a side smile back at him before returning to your notebook. For the rest of the hour, you wonder if he is looking at you from behind. You check once before you leave class and he isn’t.



The hope of ever talking to him has been crushed by the truth. It won’t happen, and you know that. You’ll see him in the hallways and you always make sure to look down, up, side, anywhere but at him. It’s happened so many times by now to expect too much from a crush. You should get used to it. But you don’t. Your heart swells seeing a new face, and your heart is faced with the same ending every time. Maybe it’s your fault. Maybe you should be the one to initiate conversation, be outgoing, make time for a conversation.

But you can’t.

The fear and possibility of rejection is too much.

You’ve never been wanted, you feel incapable of a relationship.

You can’t risk your pride, and maybe you’re just too egotistical.

Either way.

It’s too late.

School is over.

And he’s leaving.



He walked into class the first day skimming the class for his friends. That’s when he saw you. You were hunched over your notebook, frantically writing something down. He looked around to the desks near you. They were all taken.

Of course they were.

You were gorgeous, every guy stealing glances at you without you even knowing. The closest desk he could find.

One seat back. One seat over to your left.

He sits down looking at the back of your head. Wondering how he had never seen you around. The teacher begins attendance. He watches intently, waiting for you to raise your hand.


“Here.” a quiet voice rasps.

He can’t help a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He slouches back down into his seat, a warm fuzzy feeling filling his heart. This class wasn’t going to be so bad.



He went home that day, you grazing his thoughts. There was no way you would like him back. Right? You were probably too out of his league. He was probably aiming to high. It was the first day of school and all of the boys around you had asked for pencils, nudged you, flirted with you only for you to blatantly turn them down. If you didn’t swoon for the popular football player, what would make you fall for the awkward theater kid? He shook these thoughts from his head.

Maybe. There was a small sliver that you liked him back. Just maybe. He logged onto facebook to try and find you. There are multiple Y/N’s. All of them not you. If he can’t find you maybe you’d find him. He goes to his profile and changes his relationship status to single so that its official. Just incase you found it, and just incase you liked him back.



Every day he looked forward to his creative writing class. It wasn’t because he liked to write. It was because he could look at you the whole class without you noticing. He would sit there for 30 minutes at a time admiring your side profile. When he saw you move he would instantly look down into his notebook so he wouldn’t get caught. Sometimes he wished he would get caught. Just to see how you would react, so he would know if he should move on. But a part of him didn’t want to risk it. Risk having to move on from you, risk having to give you up, risk having to forget about you.

It was weeks in when he had had enough. He needed answers, but had nowhere to find them. He came into class early that day asking the teacher if he could go to the bathroom. He sat in a stall for 2 minutes until the final bell rang. He then walked to class at a casual pace, his hands sweaty. He pushed the door open and a few faces looked up at him. His eyes were on you as he timidly made his way to his seat. You looked up at him and he gave you a smile. A smile he may or may not have practiced for. He saw you blush and return the smile. His heart exploded at that moment and when he made it to his seat, he melted. That was the first day he wrote something in his creative writing notebook. He spent the entire hour describing your smile. It was almost like a confession of his feelings. He had bottled them up for months, it was such a relief to have some sort of sign.

He was too focused to see you glance back at him.



You stopped returning his glances, his smiles, any acknowledgement to him was gone. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment where he had screwed up. But then again it felt like he had never even started. Passing you in the halls, he would always give a smile in hopes you would return one.

You ever did.

He blames himself. Maybe it’s his fault. Maybe he should be the one to initiate conversation, be outgoing, make time for a conversation.

But he can’t.

The fear and possibility of rejection is too much.

He can’t risk having to give you up, and maybe he’s just selfish.

Either way.

It’s too late.

School is over.

And he’s leaving.

Bangtan as Music Students

Namjoon: Cello
-forgets to bring his sheet music to practices all the time
-people get confused when they see this lanky pool noodle lugging a big ass cello case around
-has a “string drawer” in his room bc he breaks his strings often
-always wear that one black bowtie with white polka dots when performing
-“its my lucky item”
-“Nams theres a ketchup stain on it”

Yoongi: Piano
-the practice room’s his second home
-is hella 😒 when practice is delayed for any reason
-so hes always shading namjoon tbh lol
-arranges popular songs into band repertoire
-plays at every winter/spring showcase at school
-once watched a music video where someone burned down a piano
-he almost cried
-”How dare they”

Jin: Viola
-do not ask him if hes a violinist
-he’ll look at you like you just insulted his mom
-hangs out with namjoon a lot bc ayeee strings squad
-had a solo at one of the spring showcase once
-everybody screamed after he finished bc damn, he fine
-doesnt like going to practice rooms bc
-“when will brass instruments leave me alone”

Hoseok: Snare drum
-hes loud even tho the practice rooms are supposed to be sound proof
-hes on jin’s hit list at #2 tbh
-hobis so soft and sunshine tho so nobody gets mad at him for being loud
-though hes in both, he prefers jazz band to marching band
-so he plays the drum set too
-catch him at the campus bar playing jazz music
-also catch him at the park feeding ducks bc hoseoks probably the type

Taehyung: Saxophone
-plays at the bar with hobi
-is always asked by professors to do a solo at showcases
-people look at him like !!!! HOW and hes like 😆
-probs bc nobody sees him around the music dept outside of jazz band
-where does he practice? Does he even practice? Nobody knows
-the type who keeps his reed in his mouth longer than he should
-“tae… I dont think you need to wet your reed for that long”
-“it hasnt even been that long!”
-”it’s been 5 minutes tae”
-does random improv during practices
-is on yoongi’s hit list bc of that

Jimin: French Horn
-lip trill exercises all day every day
-likes practicing in the morning
-morning like 6am and tae wakes up to slap him with a pillow
-brings an extra copy of sheet music for namjoon 
-usually avoids showcases
-bc marching band is his ish
-once he was practicing and didnt hear jungkook enter the practice room
-he got scared and then got his hand stuck inside his horn
-jungkook doesnt ever let him live it down

Jungkook: Trumpet
-first trumpet bc hes a G
-can also play baritone but he prefers the trumpet
-always humming repertoire
-hums louder than usual around jin just to piss him off
-reason why hes on jin’s hit list as #1
-part of marching band with hobi and jimin
-the type to talk during practices
-pisses off yoongi
-doesnt bring sheet music to practices
-doesnt need it bc heS A G
-nobody but yoongi knows that jungkook used to play the triangle lmao


• flower arrangement diaries •

For those who aren’t aware, I’m an interior design student and flower arrangement is also a part of our topics to learn. So, in our interior design seminars and workshop class, we finally had a two-day seminar and workshop about flower arrangement. It was so fun! We had to go early morning to dangwa to buy our flowers and it was an adventure I won’t forget. Our classroom was filled with different kinds of flowers, its as if im in a disney movie, everything was so pretty.

At the end of the day, we get to bring home our projects and I swear that’s the most fun part of the seminar! Just look how pretty my desk was!!

You guys can expect a post from me every now and then because i’m on a school breaaaak. That’s it for now, tune in for the upcoming posts.

*Lydia, Allison, Theo, Isaac, Scott, Liam and Kira.

LYDIA: “Y/N!” She yelled, running to your side. “Whats wrong?” She finished, wrapping her arms around you. She knew that you were on the verge of tears. “Nothing- it’s its noting.” You tried, but she wouldn’t buy it. “Babe, please.” You sighed. “(bitches name) won’t stop making fun of me because I’m gay.” “How about we go home, be lesbians and cuddle.” She offered, already coming up with ten different ways to kill (bitches name.)

Originally posted by lydiamccall

ALLISON: “What are the flowers for?” Her dad asked. Allison looked at him like a deer in headlights. “Oh, c’mon. They can’t be for me because its not my birthday, or fathers day. So who are they for?” “Y/n, she missed school because she doesn’t feel good, so I am going to be a good girlfriend and give her flowers.” She said, her focus going back to the arrangement. “I thought she hated flowers.” Allison froze. “Just messing with ya,” Her dad teased making her roll her eyes. 

Originally posted by tw-edits

ISAAC: “Isaac,” Scott said angrily, marching after the tall boy. “You just can’t go around beating up the people who you don’t like.” The taller boy didn’t care. “He hurt y/n, he got what he deserved.” Isaac just wanted life to be perfect for his love. He wanted a smooth road to laid out for her, with no one to destroy her glorious smile. “Still-” “If he didn’t want a broken nose he shouldn’t have said those things to her.”

Originally posted by ohhsnaprachel

THEO: “it’s okay..” Your boyfriend said, “Just because you got one bad mark on a test won’t ruin your dream of being my queen.’ He said as you both were cuddling on his bed. “Who said being your queen was apart of my dreams?” You joked. “I’m wounded.” He joked, “How ever will I recover?” 

Originally posted by danyween

SCOTT:  “So being around werewolf’s that could possibly end you, doesn’t upset you but storms do?” Scott teased. It was in the dead of night, Scott had kept you up watching movies, the night was perfect, until a thunderstorm had to come and ruin it. “Oh shut up,” You mumbled, flinching a bit when a roll of thunder came. “Aw its okay,” He chucked, pulling you closer to his chest. “I’ll protect you.”

Originally posted by capatinswan

Liam: “Hey,” You heard your boyfriend say, walking up behind you. “Are you still mad at me?” He took your silence as a ‘no’.  “Look Y/N-” “Look Liam, I am glad that you got that guy off my back but beating him up? I could have handled the situation by my self.” All he could do was look at the ground, knowing what he did was wrong the second he threw the first punch. “I got you a card,” He says, handing you a piece of paper that was folded in half. “I am sorry for beating him up and I love you so.” It read on the front, making you smile. “Hallmark doesn’t make those kinds so cards so I had to do it myself.”

Originally posted by kawaiixliam

Kira: “Hey y/n are you okay?” Your girlfriend asked you, it was the end of the day and you wanted nothing more than to end the horrid day. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Kira knew you weren’t doing fine. Your happy smile wasn’t on your face, you were giving out short answers. “C’mon. please tell me.” “Why do you even want to know?” You asked her. “’Cause I hate seeing the woman I love upset.”

Originally posted by peterhale-remade


Photo from 14 December 2015: Top view of my desk drawers with its contents arranged to accommodate my left and right brain needs (basically, school and artsy fartsy stuff are in different drawers).

The semester just ended and a new year is coming, so I guess it’s time for a change!


Alright I was tagged by @rogersxbarnesx so post my four favorite selfies! 

These are arranged from oldest to newest (left to right, top to bottom). I think the bottom right is my all time favorite just because its so fucking aesthetic and I felt so confident that day. The top right was Thanksgiving this year, the bottom left was the last day of winter break before I came back to school, and the top left was last year just going to class. If you look closely at that one, I actually forgot to put on mascara and that feels like a fun fact that should be shared lol. I also tend to take selfies at the same exact angle so like…sorry the bottom two are basically the same lol

I am going to tag @sexxistential, @buckysbumpkin, @rainbowliam and anyone else who wants to do it! (not even kidding, if you want to do this tag game just say I tagged you and no one will ever bother to figure out if I really did so just go for it)

Title: Armistice (½) part two here

Fandom: Attack on Titan

Pairing: Levi x Mikasa

In the universe, it seemed that for every person, there was another that was compatible with them. It’s a very sweet, philosophical thing to think about. But for Levi, his compatible  person was oddly thirteen years younger than him.

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My home state! And oh my lord it is bad. I remember in elementary school trying to draw it. Almost impossible, especially from memory. It’s WAY too busy. Seals don’t belong on flags!

For the redesign I arranged 5 blue stars in the center to represent the 5 great lakes that surround and give the state its nick name. Below that there is a pair of antlers that symbolizes the upper and lower peninsula. The antlers are an homage to the white tail deer, Michigan’s state game animal, and an homage to the general game and wildlife industry.

The white color of the antlers represents Michigan’s harsh winters, and the black background represents Detroit, the largest city in the state that was hit unbelievably hard by the recession, and as of 2010, the blackest city in America.

BITE: Chapter 2

percy jackson / teen wolf crossover. i’m thinking this is set post-HoO, post-ToA and post-MCGA for percy and co., and in between season 3a and 3b for the pack. because that’s not confusing at all. 

2/? - Scott

“This is suspicious,” Stiles declared, dropping his lunch tray onto the table and almost throwing himself into the chair opposite Scott. He picked up a handful of curly fries and attempted to eat them all at once, glaring at something over Scott’s right shoulder as he did so.

“What’s suspicious, your ability to inhale curly fries and not choke to death?” Lydia quipped, tucking her elbows in by her sides and leaning slightly away from him.

“Oh, haha.” Stiles pulled a face at her. He swallowed the mouthful of fries and pointed behind Scott. “No, them. The new kids.”

Lydia looked unconvinced. “Have you even spoken to them?”

“Not yet, but I’m bound to have a class with them before the end of the day.”

Scott craned his neck to look at where the transfer students sat, across the other side of the cafeteria. They looked pretty standard - extremely attractive, yeah, but there were plenty of good looking people at Beacon Hills High School who had nothing to do with the supernatural. They were both wearing jeans, the boy in a blue hoodie and the girl in a tight grey t-shirt, and they seemed to be chatting amicably to Danny and a few other guys from the Lacrosse team.

Scott spun back around and shot Stiles a skeptical look. “They seem normal to me.”

Stiles planted his elbow on the table and leaned forward, lowering the volume of his voice but increasing the emphasis. “Look, okay, just hear me out. When was the last time someone new showed up at this school - or in this town, even - and wasn’t a hunter or a werewolf or a homicidal maniac or something equally terrifying, huh?”

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anonymous asked:

what made you get into music and later film scoring?

i’ve been playing piano for most of my life tbh. my parents had me playing it really young and i enjoyed it so (for the most part) i didn’t want to quit. as i got older i started really getting into film and its aspects and the music behind some of my favorite movies startled me so much in the way it was composed and arranged and how different it was depending on the movie. decided i wanted to write film music in high school and never looked back. 


[ 8.58pm 23 december ]

starting to organize next year’s school stuff since school starts in slightly more than a week ??
also on my trip to japan i managed to get myself a pack of 10 muji gel pens and two stacks of grid paper which is just !!!!! wowowowow im happy
(also the arrangement of pictures is supposed to be hufflepuff theme i hope its working)
happy holidays friends and hope yalls have a great 2017!!!


Staying With The Neighbors (Part 1) - Josh Dun Imagine

This is a multipart imagine! 

“Y/N, can you come down here please?” My dad calls from the living room.

I roll my eyes heading down to the living room from my bedroom. I walk into to see both my mom and my dad sitting down on the couch together.

“What’s up?” I ask taking a seat at one of the other chairs in the room.

“Well, your father and I want to go on a second honeymoon,” my mom begins.

“That’s great,” I interject.

“Yeah its, but you have to stay here because of your schooling so we’ve arranged for you to stay with the neighbors,” my dad states.

I look at him wide eyed. The neighbors? I’m going to be staying with the Dun’s while my parents go off on a romantic getaway. I don’t even know them. Yeah, sure, they have a kid my age but it’s not like he and I are friends. I don’t think I’ve ever even had a conversation with him.

“Um, yeah okay that’s fine,” I finally say to them. “When do you leave?”

“Two days,” my mom says.

“Oh, and how long will you be gone for?” I question nervously.

“Two week,” my dad replies.

“Okay then,” I say standing up and walking back to my bedroom.

Great, I get to spend two weeks with people I hardly even know. This is a nightmare. Why couldn’t they have just arranged for me to stay at a friend’s house not the Dun’s. I am really not looking forward to the next two week.

Here we are, staying in front of the Dun’s front door. I stand there awkwardly and nervous,  suitcase in hard. I am seriously dreading this.

“Katie, Roger, Y/N. Come in,” Laura says cheerfully as she opens the door.

The three of us walk into the house. Laura leads us into the living room. This women is extremely perky. Her perkiness will probably be the death of me. Once we’re in the living room her husband Bill and Josh, I think his name is, sitting on the couch.

“Thank you for agreeing to looking after Y/N,” my mom says.

“Oh it’s no problem, we’re happy to have her,” Bill says with a smile.

“Y/N, you know Josh right?” Laura asks me.

I just nod my head in response. There’s no point in explaining how Josh and I have never spoken a word to one another, and how these two weeks are going to be completely uncomfortable for me. Laura and Bill are my parents friends, they have never really made an effort to make Josh and I be friends, at least not as we’ve gotten older.

“Josh, can you go show Y/N to her room?” Bill questions Josh, nudging him a bit.

Josh nods his head, standing up from his seat. He walks past me motioning for me to follow. We walk up the stairs to a room at the end of the hall. Josh opens the door, my eyes scan the room. It’s extremely plain, but there’s nothing I can change about it.

“Thanks,” I say quietly to him, stepping into the room and setting my suitcase next to the bed.

“You’re welcome. Um, and you’ll be sharing a bathroom with me, I hope that’s okay,” he says rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” I say walking out of the room, standing in front of him.

“I, um, I want to get to know you better Y/N over the next two weeks. We haven’t been close since we were kids and I want to get that friendship back,” he says shyly.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” I say to him with a smile.

Maybe, just maybe, these next two weeks won’t be that bad.

Raptor Stew

Hi EEers! I apologize for the delay in new posts – between my last round of law school finals, graduating from law school (hooray!), and arranging to move to a new city, it has been a hellish month. Now that all that is over, I’m excited to get back to posting regular updates! (And, hopefully, clearing A8S soon!) I’m making Raptor Stew for dinner tonight, and I’ll provide the recipe so you can cook along with me. Now, I know that in FFXIV, raptors look like this:

But since those are a bit hard to find in modern-day groceries, I’m opting to make this Raptor Stew with its modern-day relative:

This chicken, mushroom, carrot, and onion stew is a hearty and wholesome meal. It tastes great by itself or over rice. Because the recipe calls for Raptor Shank, I’m opting for chicken thighs, but you can use white meat if you’d prefer. Choice of mushroom is also flexible. The FFXIV recipe calls for two kinds of mushrooms; I’m using white button mushrooms and baby brown portabellas.

Raptor Stew!

Several tablespoons of vegetable oil or other frying oil

About 1.5 pounds chicken thighs (I opted for boneless)

4 tbsp butter

4 tbsp flour (white or wheat)

1 onion

2 carrots

6 white button mushrooms

6 brown baby portabellas

2 cloves garlic

6 cups chicken broth

¼ tsp dried sage

1/8 tsp grated nutmeg

Optional: ¼ cup half and half or cream

Dice the onion and carrots, slice the mushrooms, mince the garlic, and pat the chicken dry. Sprinkle the chicken with salt and set aside. Pick out a heavy-bottomed stew pot (I love my Dutch oven for this.) Add enough frying oil to cover the bottom and heat over medium-high until the oil is hot. Brown the chicken pieces for about 5 minutes or until there’s a nice caramelization on the outside, turning once. Remove it from the pot and place aside. 

Time to make the roux that will keep this a stew and not a soup! Drop the heat to medium and add the butter to the pot. When the butter melts, stir in the flour and keep stirring. The butter and flour should combine to be a thick slurry. Add the diced onions and carrots and let the mixture cook, stirring occasionally, for 4-5 minutes. Add the mushrooms and garlic and cook for another few minutes until the onions are soft and translucent.

Add the chicken broth, sage, and nutmeg and turn the heat up to medium-high. When the stew boils, turn the heat down to medium, add the chicken, and let the mixture simmer for about half an hour, or until the carrots are soft and delicious and the chicken is cooked through. (If you would like the chicken pieces to be more bite sized, use two forks and gently tear into pieces before serving.) If you would like a thicker, creamier stew, when the components are done cooking, turn off the heat and stir in ¼ cup half and half or cream. Add salt and pepper to taste, then ladle into bowls and serve!