okay, listen y’all. if you have a mental illness, a physical illness, have no idea what the fuck you’re doing with your life, or just generally like really gotdamn good, funny nonfiction writing - check out We Are Never Meeting In Real Life by Samantha Irby.
there are probably like 10000 reviewers who have said this better than me, but Sam Irby writes to real and so honest about all the shitty parts of being a grown up, all the laziness and not doing anything and terrible dating and mediocre jobs and bad money choices and EVERYTHING.
and. wait for it. somehow, while still being an absolute disaster, she still falls in love with a gorgeous super tall lady and gets happily married.
so, you know, if you want to support a black author writing about class, being fat, being queer, and being chronically ill both physically and mentally IN ADDITION TO some really funny shit about her cat, check this out!
(also she has another book called Meaty which I haven’t read yet but I’m sure is equally amazeballs)
Would you read a short comic about an alien blob from an asteroid attacking a normal bloke, crawling into his body, assimilating him into a more suitable host, and in the the time of incubating becoming a rockstar so he can eat allot of food for easy; That ends with the large Alien Bug creature exploding out of the host body at the end of it's last act for it's world tour?
I’m not sure why people drool over your characters and their designs as much as they do. They’re bland, shallow, neon messes only a deluded 10-year-old could love. Take Betty, I’ll admit, a VERY good concept, screwed over thrice and some with a design and character building that are the dictionary definition of “Mary Sue.” She is basically a raped version of Frisk and/or Chara slathered in pink highlighter ink and is the edgiest God damned thing to ever debut in anything since mediocre magical g
My characters designs are easy and fun to draw ( owo)
Also you should google for the definition of a mary sue, cus betty certainly is not one l0l
Other than that it’s fine. I know of thousands of people that like it the way I draw them so I’ll continue doing my thing
Kinda sad that you compare bete to frisk or chara just because of the looks. Because the ideal of those 3 are completly different
Which goes to show you’re probably just talking out of envy instead of actually trying to make a point using some fact from my series.
It’s ok to feel envious, just try to tranform that into a positive and more constructive thing instead of being so basic and rant by sending me a message which will change nothing, it’ll just make you look like a jerk.
Hey this may just be me reflecting my own life on a fictional character but…
Nursey falls in love really easily. Like everyone knows he’s a romantic and pretends to be chill but is very much NOT chill, and that’s sort of the attitude he has on people as well? Which means that even though people might not notice it Nursey always searches for The One and he wants it to be like a book meet-cute that will make their kids gag when they tell the story but will also think it’s kind of cute.
So Nursey can sit in a coffee shop and the barista is cute and smiles with amusement at Nursey’s joke and suddenly Nursey wants nothing more than to marry this poor polite boy. Those are okay though, it’s worse when he actually knows the person, then it never ends. But once he actually dates someone he grows tired of them, because real people are not like book-people real people are boring and normal and does not make Nursey feel like a main character in an romantic novel.
So when Nursey meets Dex he thinks that he’s cute, and he quickly falls for him, he tells himself that it’s not worth it. Because these things always end either two ways
1: the love interest feel nothing and there will never be anything between them and Nursey will be heartbroken for a year because he wants it so bad and he will never find love
2: the love interest is nothing like Nurse imagined and he’s disappointed and sad and heartbroken because what if this is it? What if he never finds anything more than this mediocre life. And even worse, in the end he has to break the heart of someone he cares about because he stand to stay in something that he is not happy with.
So he tries to ignore it. For his sake, and for Dex’s. But it’s really fucking hard to ignore. Really. Fucking. Hard.
(Spoiler: he probably fails and realises that there is a third end to these things, which is simply
3: happiness and life long love)
Find balance in your life. Work hard but don’t let work take over your life, you will lose yourself. Love, but love for the right reasons. Life is too short for anything mediocre. Know who you are and know that you are worthy of reaching your dreams and that it is never too late to start creating that life you have always dreamed of. Do not compare yourself to others, that’s just deadly. No two souls are the same. You are your own person, you are beautiful and you are unique. Put your trust in the universe. Some things are just meant to happen, and some are not. Let go of whatever is stealing your happiness, it’s hard but it is worth it. Embrace change. Embrace life. Everything happens for a reason, sometimes you just need to breathe, trust and let go.
May I request a Photographer Jughead and a Modeling to pay her way through college Betty fic pretty please? With Betty becoming Jug's muse?
Girls On Film: Part 1
Summary: After insulting every major supermodel in the business, world renowned fashion photographer, Jughead Jones, is paired with up-and-coming model, Betty Cooper.
Warnings: Swearing and drinking.
A/N: I know nothing about the modelling/photography world. Most of my knowledge comes from America’s Next Top Model. I’m really sorry this is so long. Also, I have nothing against any of the models mentioned in this story.
“Cara cancelled.” Veronica Lodge informed her boss Jughead Jones.
“Why?” He asked, a hint of annoyance in his tone. He looked at a variety of different lenses with his assistant photographer, Sabrina Spellmen, a tiny, blonde wannabe photographer.
“She found out you were the one shooting and pulled out.” Veronica gathered her dark brown hair into a ponytail, faking nonchalance as she waited for more questions from the world most sought after fashion photographer.
“Why would she do that?” He questioned, handing Sabrina suitcases full of equipment. “We took such beautiful pictures together.” He lied.
“She doesn’t really remember it that way.” Veronica crossed her jean clad legs, letting her foot bounce. “She remembers a large argument where you called her ‘a fucking brain dead meat sack with a pretty face’ and she told you to go fuck yourself and then you called her a cunt.” Veronica raised her eyebrows. “Do you remember that, Jug? Cause I do and apparently so does Cara and she didn’t take so kindly to it.”
He placed his clenched fists on the table. “I asked her to look wistful and I asked her if she knew what that meant and she nodded.” He turned to look at Veronica. “And instead of wistful, I got constipated. Thank god she’s beautiful and I could salvage the shoot.” He pulled on his suspenders as he walked around his bright living room. “How about instead of giving the models free clothes at the end of each shoot we hand them a fucking dictionary.” He ran his hands through his hair. “Its bullshit, they go on about my temper but does anyone say anything about their mediocrity? Just because they are hot doesn’t mean they are models. We aren’t just selling clothes, we are selling a lifestyle and if I can’t get girls who can take direction then I can’t do my job.” He untied his flannel button down from around his waist, discarding it on the bed. “I need girls with fire in their eyes.”
“Well, I’m not sure what you are getting today but I’ve heard good things.” Veronica stood up and pulled out a portfolio. She placed it on the coffee table and pushed it over to him. “She walked the runway for Dolce and Gabanna, Elie Saab and Dior last season.”
“I don’t give a shit about runway.” He snapped approaching her.
“She’s a former ballerina but she quit because she was too tall.”
“Six feet and because she used to dance she’s very flexible and good with her body.” Veronica informed. “She’s done editorial in Vogue, Elle, W and Paper Magazine.”
“Let me see her face.”
Veronica moved out of the way and let him browse the portfolio. The first thing Jughead noticed was her body, you could tell how tall she was without scale and Veronica was right, she knew how to move and pose it. The only problem was the photographers didn’t know to photograph her properly. They made her look awkward and gangly.
He turned the page to see a shot of just her face. Her blonde hair was slicked back and she had honey running down her face, dripping off her eyelashes and mouth. She had a strong jaw line, cheekbones that most models would die for, pouty lips, and green-blue eyes that looked like that were churning in the still image.
That is what he wanted. That was fire.
“What’s her name?” He asked.
“Elizabeth Cooper,” Veronica said looking at her nails.
“And we have her?” Jughead moved away from the table and grabbed his bag.
“She is on site right now in hair and make-up, waiting for you.” Veronica packed everything up realizing they were about to leave. Sabrina was piling bags and boxes up near the door.
“This is what I’m talking about.” He pointed at the portfolio. “Finally a model I can actually work with.” He grabbed his sunglasses and slung his bag over his shoulder. “I should start calling people cunts more often, this really worked out for me.” He grinned.
“I really wish you wouldn’t.” Veronica muttered, as the three of them left his house and headed to the site.
Maybe 40/42 with reggie? Those are kinda angsty lol
40. “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”
42. “If you don’t want to talk about what happened, then say so. Don’t just lie and say it’s fine.” (w/ Reggie)
((also just pretend Reggie was at the party bc goddamn he needs more screen time))
Jughead’s party was where everything went wrong. Cheryl had the brilliant idea to play some stupid game and you were roped into it, along with Reggie. It had gotten serious immediately, as multiple secrets were revealed. Betty was not as good as everyone thought, Archie had an affair with a teacher, Veronica’s father. But it had all gone to hell when Cheryl focused on Reggie.
“So Mantle,” she drawled. “Let’s talk about you now.”
“Let’s not,” Reggie shot back.
Cheryl smirked. “So a little birdie told me that-”
“Cheryl, don’t,” Reggie cut her off. Cheryl’s smile grew.
“So I heard that you only asked out your little girlfriend because of a bet.”
The room went quiet as all gazes shifted to you. But you gaze was focused on Reggie.
“Yeah,” Chuck spoke, drawing your attention to him. “It was a football bet. We bet him that he couldn’t get little (Y/N)’s attention by the end of the month and he accepted. He said it would be easy, that she would be easy and he’d would have no trouble getting a little nobody like her to be his.”
The silence in the room was shattered by your laughter. You could feel Betty and Archie’s concerned gaze on you as gasped for air.
“Why am I not surprised?” you finally said. “Of course Mantle the Magnificent would agree to such a childish thing.”
“(Y/N), no, it wasn’t like that,” Reggie protested.
“Oh it wasn’t? Say it Reggie. Say it! Say that Chuck and Cheryl are lying because as far as I’m concerned, they’ve actually been speaking nothing but the truth all night.”
The whole room turned to Reggie, who kept his gaze down and stayed silent.
“You’re a pig Mantle,” you continued. “You’re a good-for-nothing jock who with never be anything more than a mediocre football player. Its done. I’m done.”
Reggie didn’t look up as you stormed out of the house.
“Well that was intense,” Cheryl remarked. “Anyways…”
Reggie didn’t listen any longer as he grabbed his jacket and left, shoving Chuck on his way out.
Walking into school Monday morning was brutal. Things had changed and friendships had been lost but you, you were just broken. You could see Betty approaching you and you walked quicker.
“Listen (Y/N), about last night,” she began.
“I’m fine,” you muttered.
“If you don’t want to talk about what happened, then say so. Don’t just lie and say it’s fine,” you heard Betty’s soft voice say.
“You should get to class Betts,” you said. Betty sighed as she rubbed your arm and walked away.
You gathered all your things and started to walk off when you were dragged into an empty classroom.
“Mantle,” you hissed as you ripped your arm from the boy’s grip.
“Listen, I know you don’t want to see me, but hear me out,” Reggie pleaded. You nodded.
“Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?” he asked lowly. You looked up into his eyes, seeing nothing but regret in them as you nodded once more.
“I did,” you whispered. “Just answer one question: did you ask me out on a bet?”
Reggie hesitated before nodding. “Yeah.”
“Goodbye Mantle,” you said as you walked out of the classroom.
“No (Y/N) wait. Please don’t go, I love you.”
“You should’ve thought about that before accepting the bet.”
Reggie couldnt help but kick a chair as you left. He had lost the best thing in his life all because of some stupid bet.
I don’t do anything mediocre. If I care about you, I pour all of me into you. I drown in all of my relationships & friendships. There’s no better way to live than to love whole heartily .. & I’ll never settle for anything less.