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Twenty-two Percent

Originally posted by toyboxboy

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader (ft. BAU team)

Content/Warnings: fluff

Words: 1144

A/N: I have written a soulmate AU request with Spencer Reid from @chocok22 for 43. The name of your soulmate appears on your skin after you meet them.


You were excited. This was it - the day you had been looking forward to for a couple weeks now. This was the day you were starting your new job at the BAU. Ever since you were a teenager, and you and your family were the target of a serial killer stopped by the BAU, you had known this was what you had wanted to do. You had been top of your class in the FBI academy, read all of Agent Rossi’s books - gone the whole nine yards. And now the day had come, and you felt both excited and like you were going to throw up.

“Agent Y/L/N!” A voice called as you walked into the building, a small suitcase holding supplies for an overnight trip slung over your shoulder. You glanced over, seeing Agent Rossi himself walking over to you. You hadn’t seen the agent since the closing of the case you had been involved in as a teenager. “You’ve grown since I last saw you.”

“You remember?” You asked, both surprised and flattered as you shook his hand.

“When Aaron - that is, Agent Hotchner - and I were going through applications, your name was what caught my attention. You’ve gone far, kid.” There was approval in his voice. “You can come up with me, I’ll give you a tour.”

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More Top Moments in Early American History

- James Madison “accidentally” buys prostitutes for foreign ambassadors

- Jefferson eating a tomato like an apple at a dinner and everyone rushing off to find a doctor because Americans thought tomatoes were poisonous

- Washington and Lafayette falling asleep under a tree after Monmouth

- Washington cursing out Charles Lee after his retreat

- James Armistead Lafayette, who was a badass spy during the revolution and gave Lafayette vital information which led to the victory at Yorktown. Lafayette freed him and James was so grateful he took Lafayette’s last name

- Lafayette being given an alligator as a gift and, not knowing what to do with it, regifting it to John Quincy Adams

- the Constitutional Convention going out and getting turnt two days before the signing of the Constitution, and some of the additional charges being a broken chair, cups, and chamber pots

- John Hancock being smol

- Alexander Hamilton’s argument against hanging John Andrè basically being “he’s too pretty”

- Aaron Burr sleeping through Valentine’s Day

- Lafayette naming his ONLY son after George Washington

- Ben Franklin and John Adams once having to share a room with one bed and falling asleep arguing whether or not they should sleep with the window open or closed

- Ben Franklin taking “air baths” which consisted of him sitting naked in a bathtub for hours a day

- Aaron Burr having a knife hidden in the handle of his umbrella, and then LOSING said umbrella

- John Adams’ kid Charles once ran naked across Harvard Yard

- Alexander Hamilton losing his check book and having to write the bank of New York for a new one, while also requesting his account balance which he didn’t know, which he wrote in the check book, which he lost

- Aaron Burr hitting his head on the same pipe twice jfc he’s such a mess

- Thomas Jefferson getting a terrible headache for two days after behaving awkwardly in front of a girl

- John Adams naming his dog Satan

- Alexander Hamilton’s letters to his totally hetero bro™ John Laurens being censored by his descendants

- George Washington running for the House of Burgesses and getting his constituents totally smashed so they would vote for him

How can I tell if I’m awake or dreaming?

I did a post earlier about waking up extremely dissociated from a nightmare and being unable to tell if I was awake or not, it got a lot of notes so I figure I make a small list of things that help me tell if I’m awake or not. 

So a little context - at one point I had tried lucid dreaming (big mistake) because I would wake up from one dream, and be in another dream. Full blown inception mode, waking up several times into a different dream and being unable to tell what was real. Eventually it went away on it’s own, but it didn’t make it any less scary. 

  • Look at your hands and feet. When I used to lucid dream, I would do reality checks. These reality checks can be applied even if you aren’t lucid dreaming - things like your fingers (the number of your fingers), your palms (the details of your palm prints / finger prints), your nails (size of your nails, condition), they don’t translate over when you’re in a dream. It’s why another reality check is looking at a clock, because the hands of the clock and the ticking are another set of details that won’t add up in a dream. You might not be able to see your hands in a dream, or the time on the clock won’t be visible. 
  • Temperature. Just like breaking yourself out of a dissociative episode, feeling a change in temperature can indicate whether or not you’re awake or not.  Make yourself a cup of hot water, or a cup of hot coffee - now set it on the counter and go watch a video, let yourself get absorbed in that video. All done? Now go back to the drink. If the video you watched was all of 4mins long, but your coffee/water is ice cold, it could indicate you’re dreaming. Things like temperature change during dreams in an illogical manner, or sometimes aren’t evident at all in the world. 
  • Taste test. Carbonated drinks, vinegar, mint, things with a strong taste can help your body wake up in a sense - you might be feeling numb so a blast of flavor might be able to get your gears rolling and help you realize you’re awake. Activating your five senses is also a good idea - smell those old socks, feel the pages of that book, trace the outlines of grass in the yard with your finger. 
  • Story Focus. In dreams the focus of the story tends to move and shift around a lot, you know, you’re in the store one second but the next thing you know you’re at school failing a math test. If you’ve got your phone or a watch on you, it’s time to set a fifteen minute alarm. In fifteen minutes if your viewpoint, the things happening around you, haven’t had an unexplained shift in environment/story, you’re awake. The alarm will go off, and you can keep resetting that alarm. 
  • Social Media. Go watch the news, like I said before, fine details have a hard time translating in dreams, and sometimes seeing current day events where the date / time / weather is repeated by the spokesperson can help reaffirm that you’re awake. 

In all, just remember to remain calm - in a dream, you are safe. In the event that you aren’t safe in your dream, that’s okay! Because it means you’ll wake up. If you’re awake and you can’t tell if you’re awake, you’re still safe. Because you wouldn’t do anything to put yourself in harms way. Asking yourself is this logical can also be reassuring - logical things don’t always happen in a dream, and it’s up to you to be able to notice them. These things can take practice, but rest assured it’s better to be doing something then not doing anything at all :) 

SUMMER ❀ 2015 BUCKET LIST
  1. Swim in a lake
  2. Go to a museum
  3. Head to the beach
  4. Do a cartwheel
  5. Get tan
  6. Float in an ocean or lake
  7. Vlog an entire day
  8. Build a sandcastle
  9. Take cool pictures
  10. Say YES to everything for a day
  11. Browse a book store
  12. Write a short story
  13. Roll down a grassy hill
  14. Hold a yard sale
  15. Have a clothing swap
  16. Vist a public garden
  17. Build a cozy fort
  18. Explore a new neighborhood
  19. Watch the sun set and rise
  20. Start a look book
  21. Print and frame pictures
  22. Write a letter to a friend
  23. Go for a walk
  24. Make something new
  25. Do something artistic
  26. Organize your space
  27. Plant something
  28. Drive somewhere
  29. Hang Out with the fam
  30. Spend some time outdoors
  31. Invent a recipe
  32. Start reading a new book
  33. Pitch a tent and sleep in it
  34. Go on a day adventure
  35. Take a hike
  36. Introduce yourself to someone new
  37. Break a Law
  38. Sneak into a movie
  39. Play the ultimate truth or day
  40. Make a senior year bucket list
  41. Clean out your Refrigerator
  42. Spray paint something
  43. Start a Youtube Channel
  44. Make a flower crown
  45. Take a picture of breakfast 
  46. Hang out with friends
  47. Penny Board
  48. Buy a summer hat
  49. Drink detox water or tea
  50. Go to church
  51. Take a group picture
  52. Buy a cactus or succulent
  53. Take a road trip
  54. Have a picnic at the park
  55. Dance in the rain
  56. Get a photo worthy Fro-yo
  57. Make Dinner
  58. Eat outside
  59. Have a TREAT YO SELF night
  60. Cut a watermelon in half using rubber bands
  61. Bike someplace new
  62. Finish Wreck This Journal
  63. Buy a matching summer outfit with your Best friend
  64. Spend a whole day at the mall
  65. Make a friendship bracelet
  66. Create the perfect summer playlist
  67. complement a complete stranger
  68. Eat something new
  69. Get a temporary tattoo
  70. Spend the weekend with a friend
  71. Give someone a makeover
  72. Try to go without netflix for a day
  73. Go to the cinema
  74. Swim in a pool
  75. Bake something
  76. Have a water ballon fight
  77. Rope swing into water
  78. Tie-Dye something
  79. Run a marathon 
  80. Have a food fight
  81. Write a note and leave it somewhere public
  82. Carve initials into a tree
  83. Try invisible rope prank
  84. Yoga challenge with friends
  85. Get a new pair of shoes
  86. Do something fearless
  87. Draw with chalk outside
  88. Burn something (Like old school work)
  89. Play hide and clap at night
  90. Make an inspirational board or collage
  91. Go to a friends house
  92. Try five new starbucks drinks
  93. Create a handshake for you and your friends
  94. Play catch the egg
  95. Bathe a dog
  96. Sing at the top of your lungs to your fav song
  97. Face a fear
  98. Make an instagram friend
  99. Watch a sad movie and cry
  100. Memorize a movie’s lines
  101. Paint yours and someone else’s nails
  102. Wear a dress in public
  103. Lay in the middle of a road at night
  104. Sneak out
  105. Go on a midnight adventure
  106. Brainstorm potential Halloween costumes
  107. Tell a restaurant its your birthday
  108. Count all of your change
  109. Go an entire day without complaining
  110. mentos + Coke explosion
  111. Leave a note on a strangers car
  112. Tell your parents that they are the best people ever
  113. Play a scary game
  114. Dress like a store worker and go to the store i.e. Target, Walmart
  115. Wave at strangers while passing them in a car
  116. Play tag at the park
  117. Make breakfast for the family
  118. Run through an empty field 
  119. Text a random number
  120. Do something that scares you
  121. Catch a fish and set it free
  122. Donate to charity
  123. Make a paper crane
  124. Concoct a list of words you like and dislike
  125. come up with some personal goals
  126. Try a new look
  127. Find the perfect quote
  128. Take a dog for a walk
  129. Give something up that you love
  130. Get someone’s digits
  131. Do the best friend challenge
  132. Feed the seagulls or birds
  133. Get Ice cream
  134. Give something to a friend
  135. Buy a bath bomb
  136. Go a day without make up
  137. Forget what day it is
  138. Have a photo shoot
  139. Jump into a creek or pond
  140. Host a sleep over party
  141. Become a morning person 
  142. Take a picture with a pet 
  143. Draw or paint something
  144. Write a letter to your future self
  145. go thrift or antique shopping
  146. Clean out your closet
  147. Press leaves or flowers in a book
  148. Make a time capsule
  149. Appreciate the little things 
  150. Eat completely healthy for a day
  151. Laugh until you cry
  152. Have the BEST sumer ever
  153. Compile pics and vids into one summer themed movie
  154. Complete This Entire List
The Little Brit, Part 2 | Jughead Jones x Reader

Originally posted by lodges-veronica

Originally posted by stydiaislove

  Part 1

I wake up, the smile’s still on my face from last nights encounter.

“(Y/N),” I hear mum shout from downstairs.

“I’m up,” I yell back stretching out my arms before throwing my covers off my body and heading down to greet my parents and grab something to eat. “Excited for your first day?” my mum asks putting a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me.

“Nervous. I met a few other kids in my year at the diner last night, they seemed really nice.” She clasps her hands together.

“Oh, sweetie that’s lovely!”

    I shrug hoping she was right finishing up with my breakfast before continuing to get ready for school. I was used to wearing a uniform back home so being able to wear whatever to school was a weird concept for me to grasp as I stand infront of my wardrobe, clothes littering my bedroom floor. I huff to myself glancing at the clock. 10 minutes before I have to start my walk to school and I’m nowhere near ready. 

“You okay sweetie?” my mum asks from my door. I nod throwing together and outfit.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m going to head in early to get my timetable.“ She smiles hugging me briefly before bidding goodbye as she heads into work. I grab my bag and rush down the steps walking toward school. 

    As i get closer to the school I glance around to see other kids loitering out front, all in small groups, all seemed to be caught up in their own conversation to see me nervously wonder through trying to locate the front office. 

“(Y/N),” I turn to see Betty waving from across the hall weaving her way through the crowd till she reached me.

“Hey,” I smile warmly adjusting my bag on my shoulder.

“I’m actually showing you around today- I already got your schedule,“ I breathe a sigh of relief.

 “Thank you.” The bell rings loudly.

“I’ll walk you to your first class and then we can meet up at lunch. You can seat with me and the gang.” I smile. 

“Thank you so much.” She throws her arm around my shoulder and gives me a small squeeze.

“You’re very welcome!” 


    The lunch bells rings and I breathe a sigh of relief slipping my books into my bag and heading toward the school yard, my eyes scanning for Betty and Veronica. My palms grow sweaty as I struggle to find the blonde and raven haired girls, my heart rate starts to grow and I consider turning around and finding somewhere else to eat when someone whistles catching my attention.

“Little Brit!” I turn and see Veronica standing up from her seat waving me over. I smile and walk over sitting inbetween the two girls.

“Gosh i thought I was never going to find you guys!” I giggle. 

“How’s class been so far?” I nod noticing Archie, Jughead & an unfamiliar boy approach the table taking their seats.

“It’s actually been really good, easier than I thought- Besides the whole having to introduce yourself every lesson. I swear teachers do it just to torture us!“ I breathe out realising I was mumbling.“I’m thinking of trying out for a slot in the music class, I’ve heard that the music teacher here is really good. She does private classes? Isn’t that right Archie?” He chokes on his lunch and goes red in the face. The whole group looks at me with a shock expression.

“What?” I laugh innocently glancing over to Jughead who looks lost. “Miss Grundy told me she was helping you with songwriting, was I mistaking?” He clears his throat and shakes his head. 

“Oh, right, yeah, she’s been helping me a lot actually- with the song writing, yeah…” I laugh at his sudden change in mood. 

“Anyways I heard Betty that you run the “Blue & Gold”. I was wondering if I was able to help? I wrote back home for my school newsletter and I thought I could help you reboot the paper.“ She smiles.

“That would be awesome! Jug and I have been working a lot lately with the paper, right Jug?” We all turn to face him only for him to be staring right at me. I go red and Archie nudges Jughead with his elbow.

“Juggie,“ Betty pesters. He jolts upright fixing his beanie, his eyes darting to us all.

“Yo,” I laugh and look at the others. “Did you not hear anything Betty and I were saying?” He laughs awkwardly under his breath scratching the back of his neck.

“I swear I was listening I just-”

“Got lost in her voice,” Veronica teases making him go red.

“I just.. um… I have… um… you know what nevermind,“ he rambles pushing his food around the tray. 

“I was talking to Betty about the Blue & Gold.” He nods.

“Yeah we run it. You can… um… are you… did you want to help us?” he finally gets out looking toward me smiling sweetly.

“It’d be an honour Jug. I’d be more than happy to help you and B out.” He smiles. 

“Why don’t the three of us go to Pop’s after chool and talk more about the paper?“ I suggest. 

“Oh, I’m sorry but I have plans today,” Betty replies.

“Okay, maybe just me and you Jug?” He almost spits out the juice in his mouth glancing to Archie with wide eyes.

“Of course!” He almost shouts. “I mean, yeah, of course, I’ll bring my laptop and show you some stuff,” he tries to act cool adjusting his beanie and glancing past me. 

“Cool, it’s a date,“ I smile catching his gaze.

“It’s a date love,” he smiles back.


anonymous asked:

Concept: Lance with glasses. He always wore contacts so no one knew. Maybe people used to call him 'four-eyes' so he doesn't feel as comfortable wearing them around other people like Pidge. Then one day his eyes really hurt or are dry from lack of sleep so he has to wear them. Queue everyone being like: 'Whaaaattt?? You have glasses?' Or 'Why do you have Pidge's glasses?' and poor Lance is just so uncomfortable.

My poor boy :( 

Mentions of bullying 

Lance was around 6 when he first got his glasses. His eyes weren’t the best and he would always get his family members messed up and couldn’t read the board in class, no matter how close he sat to it. 

His father took him to get his eyes checked and even helped him pick out a pair of glasses. Lance thought that that they were the coolest thing ever. 

-

“Move it four eyes.” Lance was shoved to the ground. His books and glasses scattering around the school yard. Lance started to stand up but was ‘accidently’ pushed back down by the kids. 

Lance fought back tears as he tried to stand up. He started to move to his glasses but as his hands reached out the them he heard a crack. Lance squinted as the boy that was towering above him, his foot on his glasses. 

“Whoops, sorry about that Lance.” Lance started crying as the boys laughed at him. 

-

Lance went home that day in tears. He didn’t want his parents to know but they obviously knew. His mother demanded to know what happened but Lance wouldn’t tell at first. He didn’t want to be labeled as weak to his own parents. However he eventually broke under their pressure and he told them about his bullies. He begged his parents not to tell the school or his siblings. 

His parents looked at him with sad eyes and told him they will do what needs to be done. 

The next day Lance was taken to get new glasses and contacts. 

-

Lance always tried to wear his contacts, he didn’t want people to know about his glasses. The only person on the team that knew about Lance’s glasses was Hunk. After all they did share a room together at the Garrison, Lance couldn’t hide it from him. 

Unfortunately homesickness consumed him to the point where he started to lose sleep. It wasn’t uncommon for Lance to wake up with dry skin and eyes, everything hurting from his head down to his toes. 

Lance rubbed his eyes and walked into his bathroom. He stared down at his contact case then shifted his eyes to where his glasses sat. 

He debated putting his contacts in, but his eyes hurt that morning. The light seem to make his eyes burn and his eyes felt dry no matter how many times he blink. 

He stared at his glasses, They team won’t care. He grabbed them and got changed and walked to the dining room. 

-

He heard the team before he saw them. They were all laughing and talking excitedly. Lance smiled to himself, just like his family. 

Lance entered the room and sat down in his usual seat next to Keith. 

Keith glanced at Lance then looked at Lance. He just stared at Lance. 

Lance shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “Umm good morning?” 

“Why do you have Pidge’s glasses?” Keith asked, his eyes staring at the metal that surround Lance’s eyes. 

“I don’t, they’re mine.” Lance looked down at the table. Damnit I knew this would happen. 

Something that Lance wanted to keep in a small conversation turned into the topic of discussion among the paladins. 

Keith looked at Pidge “Hey Pidge, do you have an extra pair of glasses?” He gestured to Lance. 

“No…Oh my, Lance you have the same pair as me??? I guess that makes you a nerd just like me!” She smiled brightly at him. 

Lance bit his cheek. Everyone was gushing over his glasses, except Hunk who was staring at Lance with concern. 

Lance started to fold in on himself slightly, they were just glasses. 

Hunk took notice to how Lance was reacting and cleared his throat. “Good morning Lance! How’d you sleep?” 

Lance looked at Hunk and smiled. “I slept alright, what about you?” 

“I slept pretty good, ready for the day?” 

Lance smiled “Yes! I’ll beat you to the training deck!” Lance took off running. 

Hunk smiled and looked at his teammates who looked confused? Maybe that wasn’t the right word but the looked off. 

Hunk exhaled and faced the team. “Guys Lance is really insecure about his glasses, he was bullied a lot for them in school. Just don’t bring attention to them when he wear them.” Hunk gave a small smile and ran out of the room. 

The team looked at each other and the all mutually agreed to act like Lance wasn’t even wearing glasses. 

I honestly hate how I ended this :/ 

Sorry it took so long

I relate to this a lot. When I got my glasses last year everyone thought they were fake and would always take them during class. I hated it. 

Thank you for this 

:: goes out to back yard and sets out fresh water and snacks for the crows::

:: spreads out cloth on back deck, starts laying out a box of vintage gothic romances so they can air out ::

:: crow lands on railing of back deck, makes inquisitive noises at me ::

“Baby, your snacks are in the yard”, I tell the crow.

:: crow hops closer along the railing, clicks at me some more ::

“Really?  You want me to walk you out there?”

:: finishes laying out the books, walks back out into the yard with the crow flying behind me, points at the water dish and snacks ::

:: crow happily swoops down and starts eating, then calls to the rest of the crows ::

Giant: Ch. 2

I wish that I had known in
That first minute we met
The unpayable debt
That I owed you.

Previously on Giant

Hovering, Kara flopped down on the water tower, her body achy from the robbery she stopped. She didn’t know how to fight, but she could overpower anyone. The problem came with guns. The little ones left a bruise. A shotgun, she learned, that could knock the wind right out of her at close range, though they were getting easier to handle, like a muscle that needed flexed. Just a few days ago, she found herself able to deflect armor piercing rounds, which was cool, to say the least.

Another sweatshirt ruined, though.

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deathordesire  asked:

I really like your books, and was wondering if you plan on making anymore, or writing them i mean?

Oh yes, absolutely! I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was twelve, and I don’t plan to stop any time soon.


Here’s what I’ve published so far:

Grovedaughter Witchery - A book of secular magic based on my personal practices, with instructions for building your magical supply kit, writing your own spells, and creating various charms and talismans to augment your magical practices, topped off with a generous helping of practical advice. I wrote this to be the book I wish I’d had when I started out as a witch. Useful for all skill levels, and especially recommended for beginners and newcomers to the craft.

The Sisters Grimmoire - A book of secular spells based on the works of The Brothers Grimm. There’s a deliberate emphasis on simple materials, personal empowerment, and spells that function as tutorials for magical tools and methods from basic to intermediate. Useful for all skill levels. (Collaboration with Anna Zollinger.)

The Witches’ Cupboard - A book of magical powder recipes, with instructions for creating magical powders, suggested uses, and possible sources for raw materials. This functions more as a supplemental work for practitioners looking to beef up the potions-and-powders section of their repertoire. Useful for skill levels from intermediate to advanced. (Collaboration with Anna Zollinger.)


And here’s what I’ve got in the works:

The Sisters Grimmoire, Vol. II - A sequel to the book of the same name listed above. This time, we’ll be taking a trip through the collected works of Andrew Lang, author of the well-known Fairy Books of Many Colors (The Red Fairy Book, The Blue Fairy Book, etc). The emphasis on simple materials and easy-to-learn spells continues, with new methods and new concepts to add to your repertoire.

The Grovedaughter’s Garden - A witch’s guide to simple windowsill and patio gardening, detailing how to grow, harvest, and store your own herbs and flowers for magical purposes. No yard? No experience? No problem! This book will show you how to save time and money on supplies with basic, easy-to-grow plants with a multitude of magical uses.

I’m hoping to get at least one of them published by the end of the year, so stay tuned! :)

things the losers club give each other as gifts

mike:
- vintage postcards
- pictures of dogs wearing sunglasses
- fancy pens
- reese’s peanut butter cups
- moleskin journals
- scrap booking materials

stan:
- color-coded school supplies
- cool lighters and matches
- just yards of paracord
- pics of birds they find in magazines
- stamps
- cook rocks they find on the ground

richie:
- slinkies
- those curly shoelaces that make it so u don’t have to tie yr shoes
- silly putty
- anything rainbow
- skittles
- star-shaped sunglasses

bev:
- scraps of velvet for her to rub when she’s having a panic attack
- jacket patches
- travel-size sewing kits
- paints and paintbrushes
- knives
- red makeup

eddie:
- friendship bracelets
- lollipops
- nail polish
- matchbox cars
- beanies
- fuzzy socks

ben:
- pocket protractors
- pictures of cool buildings
- tools for his toolkit
- comfy sweaters
- notes that say things like “you rock!” and “i’m your number one fan” to help him get through the day
- pictures of bunnies that they think look like him

bill:
- baseball caps
- playing cards for silver
- composition notebooks
- shirts and coffee cups and stuff that all say “Big Bill” on them
- stress balls
- comic books

anonymous asked:

Hi! Im a huge fan of your work and your writing in incredible! I think it would be a funny fic to have bughead having a heavy smutty makeout and with all the hormones jug gets a little, "excited" if you know what I mean, so when the group barges in and betty gets off his lap they (arch, v etc) see his hard on and make fun of him - i just think that it would be really funny to see the whole group not taking the relationship too seriously and having a good laugh :) thanks !

Here you go! I’ve gotten a few messages wanting me to write various versions of this particular request, so hopefully this will satisfy those anons as well. It also is a continuation (although not really) of the “Jughead shirtless at a construction site” fic lol. You can read that one here.

A/N: Things get a little steamy, but nothing tooooo sinful happens so I’ll say it’s smutty-ish?? lol ;)

**This got kind of long, so I had to add a “keep reading” cut, so if you’re reading on mobile the story unfortunately gets cut off. Sorry about that!**

Betty set her French book on the thin blanket she had spread out on her front lawn, glancing up at the threatening clouds rolling in across the horizon as she heard the booming clap of thunder in the distance.

“No!” Betty shrieked, already reaching for the notebooks and textbooks surrounding her as the first few raindrops began to fall onto her forehead. “Crap, crap, crap!”

Before she could react, the skies opened up and the rain started pounding violently atop everything around her, completely drenching her books and soaking her clothes.

“Seriously, we were in a drought a week ago and you choose this moment to open the flood gates?” Betty cursed mother nature for her dreadful timing, her wet hair whipping around to smack her in the face as she frantically grasped for the flyaway papers rolling across the lawn.

“Bets!”

Betty spun around to find Jughead leaning against Archie Andrews’ front porch, watching amusedly as Betty flew across the grass, the rain coming down even harder the quicker she collected her belongings.

“What do you say? Be the Debbie Reynolds to my Gene Kelly?” Jughead raised a playful eyebrow, referencing one of her favorite movies, Singin’ in the Rain.

“Ha ha, very funny,” Betty shot back, squinting through the rain to glare helplessly in his direction. “Now, are you going to help me or are you going to let an entire week’s worth of homework get ruined by this monsoon?”

“Alright, but you owe me,” Jughead sighed, pulling his jacket tightly around his body as he stepped out into the rain. “I actually conditioned my hair this morning and it’s gonna be ruined by my valiant act of heroism.”

“Just get over here,” Betty yelled, not having the energy to point out that he was wearing the same beanie that he always wore over his conditioned hair, making his point completely moot.

Jughead jogged over to the Coopers’ yard, already scooping up papers and books as he made his way to Betty.

“Last chance to bust out in song and dance,” Jughead pointed out once he had picked up the last piece of homework from the front step of Betty’s house.

“Juggie!”

“Suit yourself,” Jughead shrugged. “But I can totally rock a mean shuffle-ball-change so I would say you were really missing out on-”

“Inside, Juggie, go!” Betty pushed Jughead forward as he fumbled to open the door, nearly knocking him to the ground as they stumbled over the threshold.

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“Where do you see yourself in 10 years?”

me: I see myself living in Monterey California in a this periwinkle blue, one-bedroom beach house. I’m living in jean shorts. I have 80’s-curly hair because I never style it after swimming. I work at a coffee shop. I go running on the boardwalk every morning and I’m learning to surf. I have a Border Collie and a pair of old binoculars to help me spot whales

me: no, actually

me: I’m in a tiny apartment in Edinburgh, and I work at a bookstore. I read all the time. I wear Wellies and turtlenecks. In the evenings, I take literature classes just for fun. I head out to Skye for hiking twice a month. I have a Brittany Spaniel –

me: no

me: I see myself in Northern Italy. I work as a server in a hotel restaurant. The village is busy year-round. I meet all kinds of people and learn Italian fluently. I visit my extended family in the surrounding towns every weekend. I browse Christmas markets in the winter and hike in the Dolomites all summer. I travel to Austria, Croatia, and Slovenia. And Greece. And Spain. I learn to cook authentic Italian meals. I sit on hilltops and read. I drink espresso and wine and I plant a fig tree in my yard. I write a book. And

me: wait

me: so I’m the owner of a bed-and-breakfast in Quebec. 

Tuesday

Rick pulled the covers over his head to block out the blinding light. “Could you please turn that light off? It’s too bright. And who is playing Garth Brooks so loud this early in the morning?”

“Let me take that one issue at a time. First, that ‘light’ is the sun’s rays streaming through the window. There is no way to really cut it off. Two, there is no music currently playing in the house. I suspect that you are having some moonshine induced flashbacks to Shane’s singing from last night. And three, it’s almost 12:30 in the afternoon.”

“What? Why didn’t you wake me?” Rick mumbled from under the covers.

Michonne sighed. She walked over and shut the curtains and then moved back to the bed where she gently eased the covers away from Rick’s face before sitting down. He squinted back at her. His curls were in wild disarray all over his head.

“You looked miserable even in your sleep this morning. Your face was all scrunched up. I decided to just let you sleep it off. But I did come in here to wake you up so you could take these.” Michonne held out aspirin and a bottle of water to Rick.

“Thank you.” Rick sat up and took the aspirin and drank most of the bottle of water in one draw.

“Slow down, Rick. Those long nips are what got you here in the first place.”

Rick set the bottle on the nightstand and looked at Michonne. “I’m never drinking anything Shane offers me again.”

Michonne smoothed Rick’s curls out of his face. “Why did you drink in the first place?”

Rick closed his eyes briefly at Michonne’s actions. He remembered exactly why he drank last night, but he couldn’t share it with his friend. “Who knows? I got caught up in the moment I guess.”

There was something Michonne had to know. “Exactly how much of last night do you remember.”

This question Rick could answer honestly. “Everything after my first drink is a blur.”

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Jefferson/Reader - Part 3

It’s finally ready. I’m so sorry for the long wait. Like I said I had a really hard time with this one for some reason. Thanks so much for your patience. 

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When your alarm went off the next morning you felt like you hadn’t slept at all. Your talk with Lafayette had done nothing except make you more frustrated. You had tossed and turned and didn’t quite remember falling asleep in the first place. A yawn and a good stretch later you wandered your way into the kitchen to rummage for a spoon and bowl. It seemed like a fruit loops kind of morning and as you ate you once again started thinking about what you had heard Laf say before you walked out the door.

Ils sont tous deux si obstinés qu'ils ne verront jamais qu'ils sont vraiment pareils.

As you drain the last of the milk from the bowl and put it in the sink you scoff at the thought. It was already creeping close to your first class of the day and you were still in your pajamas.

“Where does he get off saying that? I mean yes I’m stubborn, but Jefferson and I being alike? Please that’s total bullshit,” you say to your own reflection in your bathroom mirror as you brush your teeth.

You dressed quickly and as you shut the door your only thought was that you were going to prove Lafayette was wrong.

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