as long as youre a dude

anonymous asked:

What are your feels on people trying to copy your art style?

ok, theres a few ways I can take this?

Tracing/line for line copying pictures? NO!
Using my ideas without credit? NO!

It has taken me literal YEARS to get to the point with my art I am now and it will never, EVER be ok to straight up trace my pictures.

Now,

Using my art as a refrence? Of course! As long as you tell the truth and say you did.
Taking elements of my style (such as eyes, noses, line art style idfk) yeah! dude how do you think I got here?

It is an art style. I do not own it. Is it special to me? Yes. Are there styles that will be similar? Yes. Is it ok to “steal” a picture (I.E. tracing, copying, ect) with all that said? Absolutely not.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I am not a regular tumblr user but I really love your blog! I am new to Wolfstar, and have had many happy reading hours thanks to you. I have been inspired to write by own fic. it's quite long, still in progress, but there's enough there now that I thought you might want to share it :) --- I apologise if it's a faux pas to share your own work! It's called 'All the Young Dudes' on AO3, by MsKingBean89 :)

Thank you! And not at all, I’d love to share it! 

All the Young Dudes, by MsKingBean89

I’ve only been able to read the first couple of chapters so far, but I’m already really intrigued. I’m always super impressed when authors go through all of the marauders’ years at Hogwarts. So much work, and development, and you’ve already got 100k. Just, wow. Your version of Remus is fascinating, I can’t wait to learn more about him. And the first encounter between him and Sirius, gold.

Can’t wait to read more!! :D

anonymous asked:

Well, I didn't know that, I apologize for sending the anon hate, I too am having a sour day, and I should know better not to do things as to this. I also apologize that you were diagnosed with cancer, I send my prayers to you and hope that you heal. I hope that you forgive me for my nasty attitude. Also I hope that your artwork flourishes. To be honest it's actually amazing and you're talented. I guess I was just maybe jealous. I hope that you have a fantastic day as well.

It’s okay, dude. A lot of times we do things on impulse and never take the time to think about the long term affect that our actions may have. On this occasion I was rude to you, and I owe you an apology - 

I don’t know what you’re going through, but there’s so much life ahead of you, just keep your head held hight, and I honestly hope your day get better. :) For now breathe for a minute and drink a warm tea.

Ah, by the way… My aunt has cancer, breast cancer, and apparently it has spread through the brain, so yeah, she has only three months remaining. Through i had skin cancer before (melanoma) now i’m doing pretty well. 

You don’t have to be jealous or anything, i’m sure you can reach your art goals, just keep doing your best improving your art and have some links that can help you: 

- http://artist-advice.tumblr.com/

http://art-resources.tumblr.com

http://anyonecanimproveatdrawing.tumblr.com/



// Thank you for all the kind messages you guys sent to me~ But please, don’t be agressive towards them~ No one deserves hate.

Freddy’s got spots from ripping off stars from his face : the summer soundtrack so far.

  1. Since I Left You, The Avalanches.
  2. Lay All Your Love on Me , ABBA.
  3. Clouds Across the Moon, RAH Band.
  4. All The Young Dudes (demo), David Bowie + Mott the Hoople.
  5. So Sad, So Sad, VARSITY.
  6. What is Life, George Harrison.
  7. Knock Me Out, The Social Animals.
  8. Cry Baby (live), Janis Joplin.
  9. Melody Fair, Bee Gees.
  10. Bad Girl, Devendra Banhart.
  11. I’m the Sky, Norma Tanega.
  12. Ring the Living Bell, Melanie.
  13. & It Was U, How to Dress Well.
  14. C’mon Talk, Bernhoft.
  15. Stand on the Word (1982 Version), The Joubert Singers

    // listen on Playmoss.

anonymous asked:

Your top bias/groups get into a fist fight. Who comes out winner? Who fakes being knocked out? Who has their eyes closed and is wildly windmill-ing their arms? Who comes out of nowhere and breaks it all up with their mom voice™?

Who comes out winner? - Seungri. I mean, that dude knows Ju Jutsu??

Who fakes being knocked out? - Jiyong because he is a diva and doesn’t want to ruin his hair and outfit

Who has their eyes closed and is wildly windmill-ing their arms? - Seunghyun because he’s a tall toddler. I think, Daesung would join him because that dude is even afraid of bugs and birds, so a fist right?? Hell no.

Who comes out of nowhere and breaks it all up with their mom voice™? - YOUNGBAE

anonymous asked:

how did you know that you weren't a girl? i'm really really confused rn and i know i'm not a girl (im afab) but i can't sort out my feelings and i need advice from someone who's been through (and still going through) the process of realizing you're not-cis/trans. idk.

Mainly knew that I wasnt a girl bc of my sex dysphoria and my social dysphoria, basically i was super uncomfortable with my body and felt that it didnt “match” my gender yknow, and i was super uncomfortable being called feminine names and she/her pronouns and my birthname.
It took a long ass time to figure out what exactly my gender was because I identified as nonbinary for a really long time but I think im just a more feminine trans guy. Idk my dude gender is annoying as hell and its going to take you a long time to figure out what yours is, just dont rush yourself and if you end up changing your label a lot thats okay, its all part of the process ♡
Good luck figuring stuff out :0 I hope it goes smoothly for you

i mean the game grumps def aren’t perfect and they’re still mostly like two annoying dudes from la, but i’ve watched them for a few years at this point and they, more than most big name youtubers, def are trying to become more self aware ESP in the last few months (and making that game is absolutely a step in the right direction). i mean, don’t put your trust in men and content creators yada yada but I just really hate the idea on this website that people…. can’t improve themselves for whatever reason. like lol should i disown my mom just because it’s taken her a few years to understand how the ‘they’ pronoun works? she’s forty. she’s got years of internalized bullshit to get over.

Context: I’m a new DM playing with a small group of veteran D&Ders (consisting of a high-elf Ranger, a Dragonborn warrior and literal cat? cleric), and they suggested that we do a small series of one-offs to get me used to being a DM. We’re in our third one, which is based off the C'thulhu mythos, and they’re about to face off with Nyarlathotep when this happens.

Me: Okay, you find your way to Nyarlathotep’s chapel and as you enter, you hear his voice in your head saying, “Ah, my sacrifices have arrived.”

Ranger: What does he look like?

Me: Knowledge check that.

Ranger: *rolls an 18*

Me: You remember he is described as a tall, swarthy, sinister man, looking as if he had just walked out of Egypt. Dark skin, dark eyes, well built; he looks like a Pharaoh that walked straight out of the past.

Warrior: I roll to seduce!

Me: Excuse me?

Warrior: I roll to seduce the handsome Egyptian-Eldritch god.

Me: … I don’t even know why I’m allowing this but okay.

Warrior: *rolls a nat20*

I’m just staring in disbelief at this point, and everyone else is laughing.

Me: Okay, fine. Nyarlethotep pauses and considers, then grabs you and stuffs a tentacle down your throat and into your stomach, placing something, probably an egg of some sort, there before tossing you back down. Congratulations, you are now pregnant with the Dunwich horror. In about a month, it’ll eat through your stomach and probably you before bringing chaos upon the world.

Now its his turn to stare, and I’m just like, “What?”

Cleric(OOC): Wait, what? His character’s a dude!

Me: The forces of chaos care nothing about your insignificant human gender binary.

CELTIC SIDE BRAID

Heyyyy, what’s this? Habs finally made some CC again? That’s right, fam. I got here a loose side braid for your sim ladies (and dudes too, if he’s got long luscious locks) that I devised while listening to lots of Celtic instrumental music, hence the weird name haha.

This bad boy has all lods, hat chops and a custom thumbnail and comes in all 18 EA colors. Tag me if you use it because I’m pretty happy with it!

download: sfs (3.7 mb)

How to avoid ruining your tablet surface and nib (my art hack)

Why the fuck would you put a uncooked spaghetti stick in your tablet pen as your nib????  I just saw a post about how it works but damn I’m sure that shit could scratch up your actual tablet.  Please don’t put food in your tablet pen.  

If you are really worried about your tablet nib getting small (hell even your tablet surface scratching up), one way you could avoid that is using clear plastic sheets from a office supply store.  Usually they would give that shit to you for free or just charge you a couple of cents.  Hell I remember when I first wanted to get them, the guys at the counter were a little confused why I wanted two plastic sheets.  

(I got these at staples back my senior year of high school.  I’m a 3rd year in college so I had these for a while) 

And all you do is take one of the sheets, measure it to your tablet, and tape that shit down.  

The plastic was just slightly bigger than my tablet so I had to cut it down but it wasn’t a a problem.  I used a wacom intuos pro small (now I have a cintiq) and the nib to pen has not worn out in years.  And if you feel the plastic sheet is getting worn out, just replace it cause the office store might have given you too many sheets.  

Oh shit but what is this?  It came with my tablet and everything!  Is it a stand for the pen? 

Let’s open that shit and see it

Bam!  Holy fucki Batman there is like 10 nibs (there are ten but the shadow is covering the other two) plus a tool to help you remove the old nib!  What????  

Yes at least these wacom tablets have this new stand that includes a lot of nibs for you.  My cintiq includes this little stand so I have another extra 10 nibs.  

However if somehow you are in need of pen nibs, you can go on amazon and buy packs of them: 

Or you can buy it online!  Whatever it is, just don’t put a uncooked spaghetti  strand in your tablet pen.  

a friend like mine

 Summary: A discussion about a break up leads to….interesting revelations. || Sebastian x Reader || part 1 of 2

Warnings: discussion of kinks, [in the second part] —> smut and all that entails, thigh riding, choking, some other stuff but i’ll put it in the warnings for the next one

Note: :))))

Originally posted by buckynsebimagines

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Our Little Secret-Part One

Summary: After a hunt and quite a few drinks the boys learn that you aren’t as ‘experienced’ in one department as they thought you were. Dean thinks he can rectify that

Series Masterlist

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Square Filled/Kink: Oral Fixation for @spnkinkbingo

Word Count: 4700

Warnings: Smut, oral (male and female receiving), insecure reader, language

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. This is the first part of what I hope is a lengthy and smutty series. Any feedback is always appreciated. This is also for @emilywritesaboutdean and @wheresthekillswitch ‘s Do It Like TFW Challenge (The gif is near the bottom)

A thank you to my beta @ayeronda for betaing at an ungodly hour and being so wonderful.


It’s been a long ass day and an even longer hunt. You were more than happy to be sitting on Dean’s bed in the boys’ motel room, sipping on your second, or maybe it is the third beer. And that was just here, it wasn’t counting the four or five shots you had had down at the bar. So now you were here and Sam was riding Dean hard about his strikeout at the bar.

“Dude, you were never going home with her.”

“She doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.”

You can’t help but chuckle, “What? Two whole minutes?”

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anonymous asked:

Alright so this is a question I ask mostly for selfish reasons so I totally understand if you dont answer it. Also it's a hella personal question. That said. I just finished listening to that thing from P4A (AMAZING and I can't wait for more), and I also just noticed your last post... Are you bi? I ask because I am but I'm not fully out and I'm in a long-term hetero relationship and feeling like I'm a fraud.

Am I sometimes attracted to dudes? Sure. But I’m not sure I would claim the label because I don’t think I’m effected by the same frustrations and difficulties as out bisexual people. Even before I was in a long-ass-term committed relationship, I was straight enough (and society either confused or upset by bisexuality enough) that I didn’t hook up with dudes. 

I think that would have been a really confusing thing for me to confront when I was coming of age in the 90s (not having much experience with bisexual people (especially out bi men.)) I don’t really regret this because, honestly, my sexuality and sexual expression aren’t a huge part of my identity. That’s just me though.

So I think it’s an interesting question, but don’t feel like a fraud. Your sexuality is yours to do what you want with. It’s up to you how you express it and how you share it. 

Boner

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Summary: The reader moves into a new town and finds out something surprising about her new gorgeous neighbor.

Prompt: “I’m not sure if you’re trying to turn me on but I have a boner now.”

Pairing: neighbor!Dean x Reader

Requested: @whispersandwhiskerburn


Change.

You’ve never despised a word so much in your god damn life. It mocks you, rips every little aggravation from the world and throws it right into your fucking face. It’s turned your life completely and totally upside down. Then it spun you the fuck around just to make sure you’re officially screwed.

Having just moved from New York two weeks ago, you can now call Nashville home. Forget a different state, you feel like you’re in a freaking different reality. The friendly residents alone throw you for a loop. You’re slightly convinced that they have some ulterior motive. Then again considering the shady fuckers in your past, you could just be paranoid. 

Growing up in a big city has given you a tough exterior that the men around here seem to be intimated by. It must be the way you carry yourself, also the permanent bitch face that you’ve acquired over the years.

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My darling @blacktofade‘s birthday was, uh, two months ago, so here I am, ten years late with her birthday present. ILU BB!! If this lil au seems like it should be a full-length fic, that’s because it desperately tried to be, and I had to keep chopping at it to keep it under control, like some kind of rouge hedge on meth. (Now on AO3!)

In the hours after the fight, Stiles drives and drives and drives. At first it’s late, and then it’s so late that it’s early, but he keeps on driving, fueled by anger, mostly in silence, though somewhere around the middle of Pennsylvania he thaws enough to put on some music. He stops at a rest stop just past the Ohio border to get a breakfast sandwich, and as he sits at a dirty table and eats, he thinks: shit.

Doubt begins creeping into his thoughts; maybe he’d been too hasty. Maybe he should have given Jay a chance to explain - but no, no, fuck that. He’d always made it really fucking clear that if their relationship ever got to the point where cheating seemed like a good option, he’d rather just be broken up with and yet look what fucking happened. Stiles scoffs scornfully, chucking the wrapper to his sandwich in a nearby trash can. Two and a half years down the drain.

Refreshed by a new wave of anger, Stiles heads back to his car and gets back on the highway. He manages to wrangle his phone from his pocket and, ignoring the multiple text and missed call notifications, he calls his dad, who picks up with a sigh.

“You know what time it is?” his dad asks, and Stiles looks at his dash guiltily. He’s been so worked up that he forgot about the time difference - or the fact that even on the east coast, it’s early, the sun barely above the horizon.

“Sorry,” Stiles says with a wince. “I’ll call back later.”

“It’s fine,” Dad says with another sigh. “I just got home from an overnight shift. Everything all right? You’re not usually up before ten.”

Stiles opens his mouth and then closes his mouth, startled by the raw ache in his eyes.

“Stiles?” his dad presses, somehow gentle and sharp at the same time; Stiles is worrying him.

“I’m - ” Stiles clears his throat, tapping his fingers against the wheel. “Um. How would you feel about me moving home for a while?”

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Just so you know, you matter a lot

[submission] I’m an animal person. Well, mammals specifically. Worked with them for years and never really *got* keeping reptiles, but I didn’t knock it. I live in one of those big apartment complexes with indoor hallways, and about a week and a half ago I was just chilling, minding my own business. I got up to grab a snack… 15 minutes into netflix and chill I walked by my foyer and a random noodle gave me this look

I….was…a bit taken aback. Reptiles aren’t my thing but I surmised he was A) not venomous and B) probably not from the united states east cost. 

I discovered he was scared but not aggressive and I figured he’d escaped from someone, and since I knew snakes needed to be kept warm I put him in my bra and went to knock on some doors. Nobody knew anything about him and eventually I went back, and looked up reptile rescue centers and the closest one was a hundred miles away. This was on a Sunday and I wouldn’t be able to get him there till Saturday, and I couldn’t just keep him in my bra for a week. I did a google search and came up with your normal rubbermaid and paper towel setup and…it seemed…idk. Reptile person I wasn’t, animal person I WAS and I decided to browse the tungle to see what I could see. 

I found your blog. 

I learned he had stuck shed like crazy, and that there was much more to keeping a snake than $20 worth of stuff from target. I also figured if I was going to shell out to give a temporary home…well…I’d just make it his permanent one. I didn’t have the chance to scour your blog as much as I wanted, since I felt bad for keeping him where he was for so long, but I went to the pet store and set up this

(it’s heated from underneath and 2 temp and humidity monitored) it’s not exactly what I want it to be, but I did what I could with what I had and since then I’ve made a few modifications (bigger water bowl for a start) 

I’ve been all over your blog and your frustration with the people who claim ball pythons are completely sedentary are starting to anger me too, because from what I learned and what I can tell this dude is doing a lot better. 

The fact that there are people who just their snakes nearly immobile and tucked away astounds me. 

(ignore old tape, tank was sanitized and salvaged from apartment recycling room)

He climbs. Sometimes when I stay up I’ll take a peek at his tank and he’ll be all over his bamboo pole or plants or on his hide. 

He choses places to chill other than his hides (that’s a super low powered heat lamp I used to warm up my budgie for spray baths; wondered if he’d like some ‘sun’ on his scales)

He has, thus far, been nothing but an enthusiastic eater.

I went from seeing people collect reptiles like trading cards and thinking that was all there was to it, to being absolutely fascinated by this chill little noodle and loving to see what he’s up to . I went from complete ambivalence to becoming more and more passionate about proper reptile husbandry. 

You don’t have to post this, I just want you to know that for every asshole who should probably stick to those morimo moss balls, you inspire another person to learn everything she can about properly caring for these guys, enriching and monitoring their environment, and trying to make sure they are as healthy and happy as possible. 

You ARE making a difference.

I really dont have any words that describe how i feel, but this is one of the sweetest things anyone has ever sent me. Thank you so much for sharing!!!

SKAM S04E09 Clip 2 - Your turn

[EVA: No, I still haven’t heard anything…. And you?

SANA: No, have you made Chris call William?

EVA: William isn’t answering either….

EVA: But think about it, they’ve been apart for a very long time, they’re probably just chilling, and don’t give a fuck about anyone else]

[BALLOON BOYS TALKING AND YELLING ABOUT THE GAME]

YOUSEF: Elias, try it.

MUTASIM: I’m so bad at this.

SANA: Hey.

ADAM: What’s up, Sana? Yoy doing well?

MUTASIM: Join us!

ELIAS: Join? We’re in the middle of a tournament. She can join later.

MUTASIM: Mikael, your turn.

MIKAEL: Easily.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you write something about soulmates. Like Betty having an abusive boyfriend and all the bruises and cuts show up on Jughead. And there is soulmates in the world so it's not unusual, but Jughead keeps getting injuries from Betty and starts writing on his arm to her and she rights back to him and can you continue this please thank you.

I lovveee these soulmate aus!
****

“Dude what the hell is that?”

Jughead looked up, confused by the sharp and disgruntled tone of his red headed best friend.

“What’s what?” He raised a confused brow, his eyes scanning his surroundings, searching for something off.

Archie reached for him, pulling Jugheads tanned arm up and into the air, shoving his wrist into his face

“This! Dude if your dad is beating on you again, you can tell me. You know you’re always welcome back at my place, my dad…”

Archie’s voice faded away as Jughead stared at the dark purple and blue bruises littering his arm, fingerprints left nasty circle shapes and some were faded and yellow, they’d clearly been there for a long time. How was that possible? There was no way he wouldn’t have noticed them and he couldn’t remember banging into someone , not to mention he was absolutely positive no one had left those marks on his body, it really wasn’t possible, unless..

“They’re not mine” he whispered, more to himself than anything, his eyes still glued to his arm.

“What are you talking about? Of course they’re yours, bruises don’t just show up, I mean it’s not like.. oh…” Archie trailed off finally understanding

It was Jugheads soulmate.

In life when you’re looking for the one you’re meant to be with, pieces of them become pieces of you. It happens suddenly but there’s no way to know when you’ll meet them. It had happened with Archie last year one day the football player came to school, his lips bright red and clearly made up, Jughead had nearly wet himself, he had laughed so hard as the boy desperately wiped at his mouth, smearing lipstick down his arm.

“It’s my soulmate! Clearly she likes wearing stupid ass lipstick”

Two days later he had met Veronica Lodge at the Riverdale mall, pearls on her neck and deep purple lipstick on her lips plus the addition of two thick black smudges under her eyes, eerily similar to the eye chalk Archie wore to football practice everyday.They had been inseparable ever since.

He watched in amazement as another bruise formed right before his eyes, a deep red welt, similar to the belt lashings he used to get when his father was an alcoholic. It didn’t hurt Jughead physically but the ache in his chest at his “soulmate” having to go through this, made him feel positively violent. Picking his bag up and walking out Archie’s front door, he gripped the bruises on his arm, willing them to stop, wishing he could make them stop for her, she didn’t deserve this, no one did. It was dark by the time he got to the trailer park, his mood volatile and nasty, his father was working on some bike in the front yard and he waved at his son. Jughead stormed past the older man and locked himself in his room, ripping the jeans from his body he stood in the mirror observing his body, sure enough he was covered in the painless bruises.

His eyes filled with tears and he was surprised when he couldn’t hold them back, he hadn’t cried since he was eight years old and his mother left. The door to his bedroom opened slowly and his father stepped in, eyes going wide at his sons bruised body before understanding took over, F.P jones sat on the edge of the bed and held his son as he cried helplessly.

“There’s nothing I can do.” He sniffled
“I can’t help her, I don’t even know her but I can feel her dad” he looked at the bruises once again, his fists clenching “I want to kill whoever did this.” He whispered.

F.P nodded
“I know you do, but right now you can only do so much. So do what you do best.” He rose from the bed, walking over to Jughead desk and handing him a pen

“Write”

With that he shot his son a knowing smile and slowly closed the door.

Jughead lifted the pen too his arm and took a deep breath.
***

Betty threw herself on her bed, her body aching from the beating she had just taken. She had tried to break up with Chuck again, she had tried so many times but each time it had ended exactly the same, Betty laying bloody on the floor begging for the angry boys forgiveness.

She rested her face on the soft silk pillowcase and bit her tongue, she had learned not to cry out, never let anyone see the bruises, be quiet Betty Cooper. Be perfect.

She couldn’t do it anymore, she was tired, so damn tired of being perfect. She wanted to go away, to sleep, sleep forever.

She reached into her nightstand and pulled out the tube of concealer, lifting the soft white sweater , fully prepared to cover up the bruises she knew would be visible in cheerleading practice tommorow, what she didn’t expect to see was the messy scrawl scribbled across her bruises

“You’re so much stronger than they are. You’re stronger than all of that white noise. You’re going to be okay, don’t let go. JJ”

Tears pricked her eyes. Her soulmate. She had one. she had gone so long believing she would never have one, destined to be passed around with the other mate less teenagers. She gripped her arm to her chest and let her tears fall freely, he was there and he could feel her, feel her pain. She wasn’t alone anymore.

Grabbing the purple gel pen off of her desk, she began writing back.

***

Jughead stared tirelessly at his arm, he didn’t even know if she was getting his messages, this could all be pointless, suddenly though, his arms were filled with distinctly feminine cursive in sparkly ink.

“Thank you JJ, it’s nice to meet my soulmate . Im sorry it had to be under such horrible circumstances. I’m Betty Cooper”

Betty Cooper? He knew that name, had heard Archie mention it a few times, but from where? He didn’t have time to think about that, ripping up his sleeve even higher he began writing again.

“It’s good to meet you in any way, although I do wish it wasn’t like this as well. Are you okay?”

He smiled when the reply was almost instant

“I’m okay, much better now that I know you’re here.”

They spent all night writing back and forth, Jugheads heart felt lighter that morning at school, and it was a fairly noticeable difference.
Archie of course made a huge deal out of it and Jughead found himself rolling his eyes at lunch when the football player went on about how awesome double dates would be from now on.

“Speaking of going out, i promised Ronnie, I’d meet her at central point park for that concert tonight, shes bringing her friend who’s going through a shitty breakup, i figured you could come along be like a fourth wheel. I promise you can write to your soulmate alllll night if you want.” Archie teased.

Jughead rolled his eyes, reluctantly agreeing.

***

Betty was sore that morning but she couldn’t keep the smile off of her face, her soulmate was amazing, he loved writing and reading and they shared similar tastes in movies and he made her laugh like no one else.

“So you’ll come?” Veronica asked, snapping Betty out of her thoughts and pulling her gaze away from the faded words on her arms

“Hmm? Yeah sure, of course.” She answered,dazed.

“Alright love bird, we’re gonna enjoy ourselves tonight at the concert. Maybe you can find some lyrics to write to lover boy” Veronica smiled lovingly at her best friend, excited to see the blonde looking genuinely happy for the first time in ages.

“Maybe” Betty grinned.

***
That night came by fast and Betty took one last look at the words she had just written JJ

“Gotta go Romeo, talk to you later?”

She smiled when the familiar handwriting appeared

“You got it Juliet.”

Betty and Veronica stepped from the car, Betty’s hand tucked in Veronica’s as they navigated the grassy area

“Ronnie! We don’t have to run, I’m sure we wont miss him, that bright red hair is kind of hard not to spot.” She giggled.

Veronica waved her eyebrows suggestively
“I happen to like redheads.”

Betty laughed
“I know, I was there when you started dating Chery Blossom last year.” Betty rolled her eyes

“I don’t discriminate. Love is love and all that” she grinned.

“Speaking of love.”

Both the girls whipped around at the familiar voice and Veronica instantly ran into her boyfriends arms

“Archiekins!”

Archie laughed squeezing his girlfriend,

“Jughead this is Veronica’s best friend, Betty Cooper meet Jughead Jones.”

Jughead nearly dropped the novel he had gripped in his hands as he looked at the beautiful blonde with the bright green eyes and matching blue bruise on her chin, she was even more beautiful than he could have imagined, the very definition of a masterpiece.

“JJ” she whispered, her eyes scanning his and landing on his arms. She was smiling nervously, her fingers fidgeting as she slowly stood in place.

Jughead couldn’t keep the grin off of his face
“ hey there Juliet” he whispered, pulling his sleeves up as she gently rested her fingers on his inkstained arms.

She let out a breathy giggle and before he knew it she was falling into his arms, his own strong arms coming to wrap around her body, covering her and protecting her, now that he found her he was never letting her go.

She looked into his eyes and let the tears fall from hers

“I’ve been waiting for you Jughead Jones.”

He laughed, dropping a kiss to her lips
“You have no idea Betty Cooper”