buy yourself something nice

Aries —
there was a war in your childhood home, and you can still remember the fires, how the blood was
pretty and sick on the bathroom’s pristine tiles, your mother’s still warm body limp in the tub.
breathe in through the mouth: in, out, in. you are not guilty. her life is not on your hands.

Taurus —
it is okay to love things more than you love people; practical, even.
people have left you, people will leave you – things, though, ah! things will not abandon you.
buy yourself something nice. it is the least bad out of all your choices.

Gemini —
you die every night and are reborn at dawn; you are a walking graveyard,
an army of yesterdays’ ghosts, and you no longer remember who you were at the beginning.
do not weep for the stranger that once inhabited your bones.

Cancer —
you are in love with the idea of love more than you are in love with your lovers;
that is why all your relationships are fleeting, why you are always falling apart.
all the same, smile when he proposes. pretend you do not know how this is going to end.

Leo —
oh, you poor, poor thing. all you have ever wanted was love’s sunlight, but all you ever got
were the thunderstorms, the clouds above your head heavy with sorrow, and so you chose
to drown out the rain between the thighs of a lover. do not regret it, for they were good nights.

Virgo —
you cradled your heart all your life with such care, and when the day came for you
to hand it to another, it shattered like glass in their grip. they did not mean to hurt you, you know.
they just wanted to hold on, afraid it will slip through their fingers like sand.

Libra —
you are the king of bad choices, from lovers to the fights you pick when you are far from sober;
you lost your sanity along the line between what is right and what is not, and you started hungering.
i fear the day your hunger will be quenched – only justice will sate you, and that calls for everyone’s dying.

Scorpio —
you are the one everyone fears: the monster in the closet, the witch at the stake – the devil, falling.
all of this is because they cannot understand you. they fear you like they fear death; instinctively.
do not mind them, for death is a kind god: the sweetest sleep, the darkness from which life is born.

Sagittarius —
some days, you think the sea is but a giant mirror, the vanity of coquettish stars and lazy clouds in passing.
some days, you think it is the fury of our earth mother, her tears and her sorrow saltwater in the breeze.
on all of them, you want to sail its’ lengths; you want to get lost out on the abyss, feel small beneath the sky.

Capricorn —
you learned early on the art of silent war – the war carried by words, sharper than any other blade.
at the same time, you have learned how little you mattered to the world, and so you cast yourself in armor.
i just wish you would learn to love yourself, if only a little. your own words have been cutting you all along.

Aquarius —
there is a sickness in you called longing: you’re wanton, thirsty, hungry, wanting – what, exactly,
well, that is part two, and none of us is really sure. you’re standing here, hands reaching for; come inside.
i will pour us both some wine, and we can pass the waiting time together. one day, you will know what you are lusting after.

Pisces —
all you have ever loved seems to be taken from you, until your house is left an empty, cold thing,
and your soul has been turned into a ruin. do not despair; get up from the floor, dust your clothes.
there are seeds on the upper shelves in the shed. it is a time as good as any to start keeping a garden.

—  poetry for the signs: the “it is okay” edition, L. Schreiber
peachy asks
  • tinted moisturizer: what always makes you laugh?
  • peach lip gloss: something that always bring a smile
  • strawberry smoothie: favorite cafe order
  • rice blotting sheets: favorite skin care product
  • white nail polish: call a parent/ guardian
  • coral eyeshadow: tell 10 people you love them
  • watercolor brushes: favorite physical feature
  • personalized stationary: MBTI or HP House
  • glitter glue: a goal you accomplished recently
  • guitar strings: song that you're currently obsessed with
  • mini flat iron: tell us a life hack you actually use
  • origami paper: do you fidget or have nervousness tics?
  • wood shavings: go-to comfort food?
  • large umbrellas: favorite weather?
  • rock candy: a beautiful line from a poem/song
  • tea tree oil: whats something worth living for?
  • pastels: what do you do when you're feeling sad?
  • grid lines: last thing that you wrote?
  • sparkling cider: go buy yourself something nice
  • hand cream: go put on lotion or oil in your hair
  • face sheet mask: favorite beauty youtuber/ instagrammer?
  • 0.38mm pens: if you could change one thing about yourself..
  • plum wine: what are you afraid of?
  • night repair cream: go take out your trash
  • floral arrangements: dream vacation destination?
How to Love Yourself More

1. Set aside some time to think through why you feel you’re not good enough, or don’t deserve to be loved. Then actively counter each of those reasons. This is a really crucial step for you to take.

2. Make a list of at least 10 of your positive traits and strengths. Each day, add at least 2 more items to your list.

3. Commit to only saying positive and affirming things about yourself – that is, your face, your body, your personality, your abilities, and so on.

4. Each day, tell your body how much you appreciate it.

5. Hold your head high, smile, look people in the eye, and always speak slowly, and with confidence.

6. Have the courage to list and face some of the worst mistakes you’ve made, or some of the challenges you’ve found hard to overcome. Then, gently admit to yourself that you are not perfect. In fact, none of us is perfect, and we all start from different places in life. What has been hard for you may have been easy for someone else. Choose to not be so hard on yourself – forgive yourself for EVERYTHING and then just let it go!

7. Go through your closet and experiment with your clothes until you find something that you feel really good in. Choose to wear that – and to buy other outfits that make you feel good about yourself and your appearance. Get rid of clothes that lower your self-confidence or self-esteem.

8. Learn to listen to your body and mind, and treat what they are saying with kindness and respect. If you are tired, rest. If you are feeling worn down or emotionally drained, then withdraw and do something that will help to build you up.

9. Do something nice for yourself each day. Buy yourself some flowers, some new clothes, some music … or go for a jog, get your hair or nails done …. Whatever makes you feel pampered and special and loved.

10. Give yourself permission to say no to the things that make you unhappy, or that your energy.

What to do after a binge!

Bingin aka stuffing yourself with (mostly) unhealthy foods in a short amount of time. Here are some helpful things to do after and how to prevent yourself from doing it again!

After/The next day

  • Drink a lot of water or/and green tea it helps your metabolism a lot!
  • Go for a walk this helps you digest the food!
  • The next day EAT! Don’t starve yourself as punishment! Starvation can lead to another binge and we don’t want that! Eat 3 big or 5 small healthy and nutritious meals! 
  • Think what caused the binge? Was it an emotional binge? Was it boredom? ask yourself this so you can prevent binging in the future!

Things to do instead

  • -Draw something!
  • -Paint your nails
  • -get away from your house/kitchen go outside or to your room!
  • -drink some water or tea!
  • -do your homework or do some cleaning!
  • -eat! make yourself a healthy meal a fruit plate or a smoothie something nutritious and go away from the kitchen to prevent eating more than you need!
  • -brush your teeth! 
  • -watch a movie or tv show!
  • -play some games!


I hope this helps if you end up binging anyways forgive yourself and try going without it again tomorrow! What I find helpful is treating myself if I don’t binge for a long time! Like buy yourself something nice like a bath bomb or some clothing this motivates me so maybe it will motivate you to!

Stay healthy!

Kiwi: Part Five

A mini-series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album. Enjoy. x

Kiwi: Part One // Kiwi: Part Two // Kiwi: Part Three // Kiwi: Part Four



He woke up to the sounds of the ocean kissing the sandy shore.

He couldn’t remember what time they finally fell asleep the night before. Sleep had already started to overcome him during the last little bit of the night so he hadn’t been fully conscious, but he did remember a few things: stealing soft kisses and gentle whispers, and the sound of her laugh harmonizing with the sound of the waves. 

He’d never seen her that relaxed before, and it brought her to a whole new dimension that only made him fall even deeper—it was almost like she was a new person every day. Like she was constantly shifting into new versions of herself. 

He turned over in the bed to look at her—she was laying on her stomach, one of her arms resting by her head as the other remained down at her side. Her shoulders were rising and falling calmly with every breath that she took, and it was almost soothing to see her this relaxed—she had this resilient intensity about her all of the time that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, and watching her sound asleep was perhaps the only time that he saw her with her defences completely lowered.

He groaned inaudibly as he gently rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, sitting up in the bed carefully as not to wake her up. As much as he wanted to stay, he needed to get back to the studio to keep working. He slipped out of the bed and padded across the room quietly, and after some debate, he decided to leave her a note. He didn’t want her to think that he was running off, but he also didn’t want to wake her—he wrote her the note and left it on the bed beside her frame, slipping out of the little home and making his way back to the studio.

She woke up hours later, to the beeping of her alarm going off on her watch.

Keep reading

When they’ve got him in the interrogation room every officer seems to have the same question; was it worth it? With all that happened, with how it turned out, the years of drunken revelry, the constant media attention, the heists, the hubris, the way it ended in a bloodbath the likes of which Los Santos has never seen. This is your legacy Ramsey, was it worth it?

They ask like his answer means anything, ask like they even care what he thinks, ask like they don’t think he feels anything at all. They ask like it wasn’t his plans that brought him here. Like it wasn’t his plans the led to six body bags and a single pair of handcuffs, a room full of tactless officers and a kingpin with no one left to call crew. They ask like can’t help themselves from asking.

Was it worth it?



There’s never a serious discussion, no big heart to heart, but there’s no escaping the fact that the Fake’s all know they are dying in slow motion. More or less signed their own death certificate’s years ago, living on stolen time, and sooner or later they’ll find themselves in the ground.

They took Los Santos by storm and defended it with their lives. With each others lives. Have sacrificed themselves and the ones they love to a city that takes no prisoners. They fought hard for their crown, and kept on fighting every single day to succeed, to profit, to reaffirm themselves as the city’s biggest bads. They knew that they would only be unstoppable until they aren’t. Until the day they fall, and eventually they must fall.  

Even after all the years of action, all the blood, sweat and tears they’ve poured into this empire, everyone knows there is no such thing as retirement for the Fake AH Crew; for all they’ve already trained their own successors the frontrunners of the reigning crew in Los Santos will never be allowed to simply step down and move aside when their time is over. Between old enemies and constant rivals, members of law enforcement and anyone simply looking to boost their own reputation, there are countless numbers who would hunt them to the ends of the earth. Everyone knows, one way or another, the FAHC is going out bloody.

And by god, did they go out bloody.



The Fake’s die halfway through the afternoon on a Tuesday. What a fucking inconsequential day right? They were owed a Friday at the very least, were meant to go out past midnight, meant to go out in a blaze of glory. They were meant to go out all together. They weren’t meant to go out at all.  

The wheels fell off weeks before, a series of questionable jobs and public fights, a level of disorder totally out of line with the crew’s trademark cohesion. Rumour has it they were rife with in-fighting. Rumour has it after all this time the cracks were finally showing. Its easy, afterwards, to read into the events that came before, to manufacture clues, to swear the writing was on the wall for anyone to see. In reality no one saw it coming. In reality the whole damn city was taken by surprise.

Maybe they bit off more than they could chew, maybe they were distracted, out of sync, or maybe it was just the inevitable finally catching up with them but in the end the Fake’s wind up in a firefight they aren’t winning. After endless years of near misses and close calls, of lucky runs and brilliant timing, after thousands of impossible victories, the FAHC finally lost.

To lose like this, picked off one by one, powerless to save themselves, to save each other, must have been their worst nightmare. With every body on the ground those left only grew more furious, more reckless, lose whatever feeble grasp on self-preservation they ever had, throwing away any possibility of retreat in favour of retribution. It wasn’t enough.

In the end the only one left breathing on either side is Ramsey. The scene finally gone still, silent, the echoes of screams and gunfire fading away into a shivery stunned kind of shock. They say Ramsey’d fallen to his knees amongst the grime, iconic suit near indistinguishable under all the dirt and ash, the blood of men and women who thought they’d live forever. He kneels there in silence while sirens grow ever louder, makes no move to flee, doesn’t even look up from bodies as cars scream to a stop around him.

The messed up thing, the really fucked up part? They say Ramsey was laughing by the time the police got there. Say he stood and brushed himself off, surrounded by the bodies of those he claimed family, drenched sickly red while his empire lay in ruins, and laughed. And god doesn’t that confirm what everyone’s always thought, doesn’t that just prove he always was a monster. Never cared for anyone, for anything, not really. People used to say the one thing Geoff loved was his crew but it seems Ramsey’s cold-blooded ruthlessness won out in the end.



In the fallout of a travesty, of a victory, of an unexpected bloodbath, in a stark grey room faced with a distressingly apathetic villain, in circumstances none could have predicted, all the detectives seem capable of asking is if it was worth it in the end. They ask and ask and Ramsey’s answer never changes, his cold smirk never fades, so calm and unconcerned they catch him glancing at the clock, as though he’s bored. As though even now he’s got somewhere better to be. And still, full of horrified disbelief, they have to ask.

Was it worth it? Yes. Was it worth it? Always. Knowing what you know now, knowing how it ends, how they all go down for you, would you do it all again? Every damn time. Surely you have regrets, you had to know one day it would end like this.  

Oh baby, who says it’s over?



It comes together as a joke more than anything, the cumulation of too many late nights followed by too many bad movies. Their last job was tense, a heist with months of preparations and so much on the line, and while they’ve certainly celebrated their victory like royalty they didn’t come away unscathed. The injuries, numerous though mostly minor, serve to once again remind them all how lucky they’ve been so far. How most don’t make it nearly this many years without tragedy, couldn’t be in the game this long, let alone running the game this long without signing up for devastation. How losing a member, to outright death or crippling injury, is without a doubt only a matter of time at this point. How such a loss will be so much worse in this ridiculously close-knit crew than any they’d experienced before.

Sobering thoughts, combined with the difficulties of winding down after endless weeks of  stress eventually leads to the discussion they never have, the question of what else they could be doing with their lives, what choices brought them here, what they would do if they could just step out, sign off, retire. It’s not that they’re bored of this life they’ve built – how could they be when the world is their oyster – but there’s no denying the fact that after all this time terrorising Los Santos doesn’t quite thrill them like it used to.

If you’d asked any of them ten, five, hell even two years ago they’d have scoffed at the idea of ever retiring, would have sworn up and down that they wanted to go down in flames, to end with a bang, and at the time they meant it. At the time it was true. It still is, in a way, they’ll probably always see something dreadfully appealing in going out on top, but with every passing year it’s harder and harder to look at a room full of people they love and consider playing a role in their deaths. Every time they get hurt it takes a little longer to heal, the old aches and pains are becoming more prominent, and their ever growing patchwork of scars have started looking less badge of honour than they do morbid countdown. Obviously they’ve still got it, still in their prime enough to keep their crown, but between age and gratuitous injury, time is creeping up on them all.

The Fake’s used to joke about the end, said whoever lasted longest won, got to make off with the fortunes, live like a king, but that reality isn’t quite so funny anymore. The idea of surviving, of being left behind with nothing but cold hard cash and heyday memories is enough to make them physically ill. So maybe retiring doesn’t seem quite so unappealing anymore.

Maybe a passing comment way too late at night, after far too much mixing of alcohol and pain meds, in the spirit of some dumb con movie they’d all been heckling, was enough to plant an idea. A ridiculous, unrealistic, completely unattainable idea, but still an idea nonetheless. They’re all a bit hung up on it, still joking, still assuring one another that they aren’t serious, but still bringing it up all the same, running through all the possibilities.

It would take far more than simply disappearing; they have too much wealth and notoriety, have far too many enemies, the world is simply too easy a place to comb through these days. People, at least the vast majority of people, would have to be convinced not to come looking. Convinced there was nothing to look for, nothing to track, would have to think the absent members of the Fake AH Crew were in the one place no one could ever reach them.

There are ways, of course, to feign death. For those with the right contacts, with endless money and enough resources, there are ways to trick the body into something close enough to pass, at least for a time. But even then it’s not so simple; there must be witnesses, there must be evidence, crook and cop alike must be sure. Of course with a public death comes increased risk- it wouldn’t do to go so far in their act that appearances became reality, to go to such lengths to imitate death only to wind up that way regardless. Somehow, someone’s going to have to play guardian, prevent anyone’s corpse from catching a stray bullet to the brain, or jerking back to life too late with guts already laid out on an autopsy table. Someone has to be ready to whisk them all away, and who do any of them trust more than the man they’ve been following all these years. The boss they’d die for. The boss they will die for.

They don’t talk about it, because no one wants to admit it might be happening, no one wants to burst the bubble, to invite reality to rush in and crush the unbelievable thought that the Fake’s might get a happy ending, but at some point they stop laughing. At some point they each quietly start getting all their ducks in a row, using their free time to organise their affairs.

No one questions the way Geoff and Jack have started having day-long meetings with the support crew in-between jobs, the way Lindsay’s spending far more of her time recruiting than ever before, the way Gavin’s taking calls at all hours of the day, rarely in english, clearly haggling over something. They don’t wonder why all their money is getting moved around, why Ryan and Michael are busy collecting all outstanding debts while Jeremy and Ray are plotting the layout of the police station, the morgue.

It’s all happening on the down low, all behind business as usual, but eventually, after nearly a year of quiet organisation, they are just about ready to disappear. All that’s left is the bang, the flashy smoke and mirrors, the hook to stop anyone coming after them, anyone even thinking to track them down. One final step, one last decision to make, a choice they must commit to as one or not at all. All they’ve got left to do is die.



Over the years the Fake AH Crew has grown exponentially but the original elements have never drifted apart, never gone looking for something else or turned on one another. The crew has flourished, become a full blown empire, but nothing can touch the unity of the innermost members, as strong now as it have ever been. For all their loyal familiarity was mocked back in the day, for all their closeness was seen as a weakness, after all these years it seems only death itself will seperate them now. If they had the chance to evade their own mortality one last time, to get out, to be free, would they make the leap?



The Fake’s die halfway through the afternoon on a Tuesday. Pattillo, the Vagabond, Mogar and the Golden Boy, Little J and Brownman, but not the boss. Well not on paper anyway – any who knew them must know Ramsey’d never recover from the loss. Any who didn’t just know the LSPD took seven bodies away that day and none of them ever came back. It’s not a stretch to assume Ramsey’s survival was a rumour. To believe it wishful thinking, to say he died at the scene or died at the station, delayed injury or the cops cleaning up the last loose thread of the group who’d made their lives living hell for years.

There’s paperwork out there, somewhere, claiming a different story. A report that barely makes a lick of sense, the sworn record that a kingpin arrived in chains and left with corpses, slipped out of his cell like he was never there, without a hint as to how he got free. He disappeared like smoke, not a trace left behind, and none of the seven alive or dead ever resurfaced. The story is embarrassing, inexplicable, and it reflects badly enough on the LSPD that it is quickly buried.

Even if it hadn’t been there are few who would believe it. Few who could believe for even a moment that Ramsey could walk free and not be with the last of his crew, that he would let another run his empire, run his city, if he was in any way capable of preventing it. No, however it went down Ramsey did not survive. It’s fitting, really. No one can live forever and the OG Fake’s were certainty pushing their luck, had been pushing it for years; a crew that close should go out together.



The Fall of the Fake AH Crew isn’t much of a fall, in the end. The seemingly inevitable power vacuum one would expect following the death of the group who’d been running the city for endless years never comes. It shouldn’t be possible but even after the most devastating loss imaginable the the FAHC isn’t toppled from their throne. They restructure almost overnight; many of the oldest, original members of the support crew bow out, disappear on the wind without a trace, but there are more than enough left behind to fill their shoes. It’s almost perfect, almost unbelievable, some of support shuffling into the spotlight while still more unknown faces are revealed to boost their ranks. Their ability to keep their enemies at bay during the turmoil is impressive enough, but it’s the absence of internal conflicts that is truely boggling; there are no betrayals or executions, no public power plays or jealous feuds, somehow the city’s most scrutinised gang managed to completely restructure after the loss of not just their leader but all their key members without a single hitch. Almost like they were ready, like it was planned.



If the Fake’s had the chance to stay together, to start over somewhere else, stop waiting for the day one of them inevitably doesn’t make it home, but in return they had to step away from the action, give up everything they’d built, hand if off to legacy and fade out into legend, would it be worth it?

Apparently, yes. For all of them, from the moment the possibility arises, throughout every conversation, every debate and consideration, with everything they will lose, with everything they stand to gain, every goddamn time without fail, yes.



Somewhere out there, worlds away from Los Santos, a man sits on a private beach. He isn’t armed with anything more than a beer, there are no weapons, he simply sits upon the sand enjoying the breeze. There’s a woman to his right, sunbathing, a man to his left doing the same; golden tans make their startling number of scars stand out in stark relief but the heat of the sun does wonders for stubborn pains. At the shoreline old friends are knocking shoulders, bumping each other nearer and nearer to the water, not quite rough-housing like little boys but they’re getting close, voices rising on the wind.

The single house behind them is huge and noisy, full of music and chatter, full of monsters and overgrown children, the most loyal humans the man has ever had the honour of knowing. In a brief moment of silence sound from the television drifts down to the beach, an American news anchor reporting the latest infraction of some criminal organisation in a far away city; the house cheers and kicks back into a merry roar. Down by the water there is a betrayal, a splash and screeching protest as one winds up in the waves against his will. Safe on the sand, without a trouble in the world, the man laughs.

Reggie Mantle x Reader PART ONE: THE ARTIST & THE JOCK

Before the story starts I must say this one is pretty long because I needed to tell you a bit of the backstory I have created, and hopefully you guys like this it’s my first fanfic ever. Also I see very little Reggie Imagines, so one came to mind and I decided to write, please comment what you think about it. I’m thinking of turning into little series so I’m guessing this is Part One.

words: 1974

Summary: The beginning of something b/w the reader and Reggie

Spoilers: Its gonna get good by Part two i promise, hopefully you guys like it

Part Two - Part Three - Part Four -  Part Five - Part Six    

Such a small town Riverdale was. A town where everyone knew each other. By default though, the town you once knew was falling apart. Your parents’ generation was so screwed up and your generation was just trying to make it out alive.

           The next thing you knew this wholesome town had turned into a horror film, and you were not looking forward to the ending. Ms. Grundy was exposed a sexual predator and sent to Jail, and as happy as many people were that she had been put away, you couldn’t help but think how your friend Archie was doing. Not everyone knew that it was Archie who she had been with, as The Coopers decided to keep his identity a secret for his sake and the fact that Betty would not have them humiliate him.

           Then the incident of July 4th, when Jason Blossom was running away with Polly Cooper. Forbidden love, which ended in such a tragic ending with the murder of Jason. Then again does Forbidden love ever get a happy ending?  There you could not help to think of how both Cheryl and Betty were doing. Cheryl had lost her best friend, her confidant, the only one who was there for her unlike the rest of her tragic family dynamic. Betty in a sense lost Polly too since her parents sent her away because “she was not well” and she hasn’t seen Polly since.

           With you though you’re problems weren’t as big as theirs. Growing up in Riverdale was not easy, especially when all of us kids were just trying to make our parents happy, while trying to do the things we loved. You were the neutral ground for all the kids, well you and Betty. You had always hung out with almost every kid in Riverdale, from Betty, Archie, Kevin, Jughead, Cheryl, Chuck, Moose, Ethel, Trev, Josie, Valerie, Melody and Reggie. Now adding the new girl Veronica who seemed quite nice. She had her share of dysfunctional family problems too just like many of us in Riverdale. You’re parents came from nothing and in Riverdale they blossomed, your dad became a doctor and became rich and your mom decided to quit her job to support the household, which was not really her choice, but she would do anything for your father.

           These days though you were all grown up, many from different sides of the high school spectrum. Cheryl had her River Vixens cheerleading squad, Archie found love in music and sports (Such a Troy Bolton), Kevin realized he was gay (which we all accepted), Jughead found comfort in writing, Betty opened up The Blue & Gold newspaper for school again and dragged Jughead with her. Josie made a band with Val and Melody, Reggie/Chuck/Moose/Trev decided to channel their issues in the Jock spectrum. You however loved art, so they’d catch you drawing or painting hanging out with all of these losers on your free time. Oh did I forget to mention where Veronica made you and Betty tryout for the River Vixens. You only did it for the reason you do anything for anyone, to make them happy. Obviously you thought you weren’t going to make it. Proven wrong though when Cheryl accepted you because you were her friend and she knew you had “fire” only when your “fire” is needed. Though since the light of events this summer You and Veronica helped get Betty on the team.

            .

           You were arriving home in your new uniform since you didn’t have time to change, Your mother seemed a little too happy about you joining the vixens, and dad was just happy you weren’t just the “hippie”  artist.  I did say this was a small town right? Well word got around that you were now a vixen. And to avoid your parent’s cheeriness about this whole ensemble you changed and decided to go to Pops.

           As you opened the door to Pops with the delightful smell of burgers and fries, you looked to your right to see Jughead in his usual booth typing away and slip across him in the booth.

“Hey” you stated as he looked up. “What no more uniform?” he retorted.

“Oh c’mon not you too, I am so tired of the comments and looks I have gotten” as you replied back Arch, Kevin, Bets, and Ronnie were coming into Pops

“Oh c’mon (Y/N) you talk to everybody here, you were bound to became a bit of the “in-crowd” Jug signals with his fingers.

“I just don’t want this to take time away from my art” You replied as the gang snuck into the booth.

“You can do both like me, (Y/N)” Archie answered with a smile as you gave a shoulder shrug.

“I only did this, because Ronnie made me, and thinking Cheryl wouldn’t let me in” you exclaimed.

“Oh come on I just recently met you and I can now see you have legs!” Veronica exclaimed after listening into our conversation.

“Yeah (Y/N) we’ve all known you for so long honestly I thought the only part of you that moved were those hands when they’re painting away.” Kevin adds on with a giggle

and so we kept on talking until it was our curfew and we had to go, the only one who ever stays behind is Jug trying to fix up his novel.

“Get some rest” you say to Jug as you are one of the last one there and he just gives you a glare and bids you goodbye.

The next morning as you were getting ready to leave your house, your parents call you.

“(Y/N), we need to talk to you!” Your mom shouted from downstairs.

“Coming!” you shouted back, grabbing your stuff for practice later.

“Hey mom, dad what’s up?” you asked as you reached them in the kitchen.

“We are having dinner with The Mantles on Friday night” your father answered

“And we need you home and go buy yourself something nice for the dinner” your mother ordered with a smile as she continued dads sentence.

Confused as to what’s going on since you don’t really mingle with The Mantles anymore you ask “Why?”

Dad just shoots you a look “Its business, and I want you here and that’s final (Y/N).”

You nod and make your way to the door and get the bike to get to school.

As you walk through the hall reaching your locker to shove in your Vixens outfit, he appears with a smug look on his face.

“Hey (Y/N), looking good today, um well you look good all days” Reggie fidgets and continues “but you definitely look good today.”

“I’d like to think so” you retort “but does this by any chance have to do with the fact that our parents are having a dinner on Friday?” you question Reggie

“Well a bit, but I always have to compliment a girl when she looks good” he smirks

“OH MY SAVIOR!” you give a sarcastic comment while motioning your hands to forehead like a damsel in distress, as Betty and Ronnie approach you.

“Hey, Reggie” Veronica speaks up, “um I was wondering if you’d like to do something on Friday?” she asks Reggie

“Sorry Ron, I got plans with my family and (Y/N) family” and he bids farewell by reaching to his forehead with his hand as if he was tipping an imaginary hat and walks off with his Goonies as Jug likes to call them.

“The (Y/L/N) and The Mantles together again, it’s been so long, what’s the occasion?”  Betty questions me.

“Is there something I’m missing here (Y/N)? You said you guys were just childhood friends” Ronnie adds on

“Oh, oh… my god no! We used to be very close when we were smaller, but um… no, you can have him Ron I haven’t changed my mind, and my dad said its purely business related” you retort while closing my locker answering to both Betty and Veronica.

The day goes by and during lunch you head on to ask Cheryl if there is going to be practice on Friday.

“No, I got some things to do at home (Y/N), have a nice dinner with The Mantles” Cheryl answers and gives me devilish smirk

“It is not like that Cheryl, just a business dinner” you answer annoyed.

“I always did think he’d end up with you, before he went full jock king on us and you ended up the tortured artist” she stated with sly smile.

The week went by and you bought yourself a dress that both you and your mom could find middle ground on since you preferred jeans and t-shirt on any occasion. It was Friday during lunch and you were with Jug, Kevin, Arch, Bets, and Ronnie. Talking about your plans for the weekend when Kevin decided to have a movie night tonight.

“Can’t, family dinner, if I skip it they’ll put me on death row” You told Kev

“Seriously? Ok how about Saturday night then?” Kevin asks

“Yeah, I think I can, how about you guys?” you ask the rest of the group

“Yeah sure, Betty and I will stop sleuthing for a night” Jug answers while taking a bit of food from all of us, while Betty nods

“I’m in!” Veronica states “What about you Archiekins?” She says taking away one of Archie’s fries.

“Yeah” the red-haired boy answered.

Reggie made his way to the table

“Hope you’re not making any plans for tonight (Y/N/N) my parents and my little sister would be so sad” Reggie states with a puppy dog expression.

“Oh, God please don’t call me that.” you tell Reggie while making an annoyed face.

“What? You love it when I call you that!” Reggie proclaims

“Yeah when we were eight” you declare as he walks off before Ronnie can get to talk to him.

“Well he’s been awfully sweet to you lately” Betty announces to the group

“It’s probably because he doesn’t want me telling our parents he’s a jerk most of the time” you say, while Ronnie just looks at you with a small smile, before you get to speak again, to re-assure Ronnie, Kevin decides to open his mouth.

“OMG, Sorry Ron, but you and Reggie, can it be? Straight out of a movie plot” he motions his hands together against his heart.

“I promise, he’s yours for the taking Ron” you speak up glaring at Kevin.

At the end of the school day as you’re getting ready to go home Ronnie stops to talk to you.

“Hey (Y/N), look if you like Reggie it’s okay, I mean you guys have history, I’m new and he doesn’t even give me the time of day, I mean…”

You grab her by the shoulder and cut her off by saying “Look Ron, you like him, me and Reg were just friends, I have never thought about him like that, never.”

Ronnie gives you a sad smile “Look I’m just saying the guy is hot, and he doesn’t even look my way, when he looks and talks to you it is like he is not that douchebag everyone thinks he is”

“Ron I… I… look… Look I am not going to let you mope around like this, I admit that Reg is good looking, but that could never happen you like him, and were just polar opposites that could never work out” You reassure her.

She looks at you still a bit sad and so you speak up again “I promise to talk you up during dinner, so he can start crushing on you, I’d invite you, but my parents as I have said would put be on death row if I did”

You bid goodbyes as you headed home to get ready for dinner with The Mantles.

Man it is going to a long night…

Originally posted by riverdalesource

Tag: @sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz

Simple ways to treat yourself

- Take a walk outside
- Sleep in
- Journal
- Watch a television show or movie
- Take a break from studying
- Buy something nice for yourself
- Listen to music you love
- Cook something that you’ve always wanted to
- Volunteer
- Get your nails done (if you’d like to)
- Invite some friends over
- Watch the sunset
- Have a bubble bath
- Turn off your phone and just relax
- Meditate
- Read a book
- Buy some fuzzy socks
- Go geocaching

Treat Yo’ Self

Request: A plus-sized, low-income African American gal being gifted T'Challa’s credit card as a [pre] wedding present. But she only buys a handful of clearance/sale items & so T'Challa sits down & has a talk with her to let her know that neither he nor Wakanda is gonna miss a couple thousands or even a couple millions. -SQUEE!-

T’Challa casually held a credit card out to you. You took it reflexively, looking down at it curiously. It looked really fancy, like the type of credit card every filthy rich person gets at birth just to let them know they’re good for life. The holographic picture on it caught the light to show that it was a panther. You looked up at T’Challa with an expression that read “Really?”.

“It is a… pre-wedding gift,” He explained. You immediately attempted to give it back. T’Challa had given you enough. You had him, and none of the wedding expenses came out of your pocket.

“T’Challa I can’t take this-”

“You can and you will,” he insisted smiling indulgently at you, “You never let me get you anything.”

“That’s because I have everything I need… and you’ve already given me the greatest gift I could hope for.”

“And what was that?”

“You.”

“Well, I am a gift that keeps on giving,” he grinned, “If you do not take the credit card and get yourself something nice I will be forced to buy you things myself and I’m sure you don’t want that.”

You glared at his taunting smile and weighed your options. If you didn’t take the credit card and left the gift buying up to him, he would blow a good couple thousand on you easily. If you took the card you would be in control of how much was spent on your behalf.

“Fine,” you conceded, sliding the credit card into your pocket. He seemed pleased with you to surrender as he looked down at you like you were the greatest thing that had ever happened to him. You never quite understood that look, you were absolutely positive you were the lucky one here, and anyone you asked agreed. You were just a normal girl, living paycheck to paycheck before you met  T’Challa. You grew up poor, so money was tighter than a corset. Frivolous spending? You didn’t know her. Hell, you two are begrudging acquaintances now. Splurging doesn’t come easily to you, much to T’Challa’s frustration.

“Buy yourself something nice. Do not look at the price tag,” he instructed.

“Fine,” you groaned. He laughed at your reluctance and pulled you closer by your waist until your head could rest on his chest.

“I am flattered that you worry so much about my fiscal responsibility,” he joked, “but I promise I’ve got a team of people whose entire job is to watch my financials. They’ll yell at me before you have to.”

“I don’t want them to have to. I’m already this lower class chick marrying a king, I don’t wanna seem like a gold digger on top of that, and I don’t need all the extra you know?”

“My people love you. They see themselves in you and they wish for you to be comfortable.”

“I am comfortable, though.”

“Then just indulge me for one day. Get whatever your heart desires without a second thought of the price.”

“Okay,” you huffed and he shook his head at you. He never ran into anyone who he had to beg to spend his money. He kissed your forehead as you looked up at him.

“You are something else entirely,” he laughed, but then let you go, looking down at his watch, “I have to go, but I’ll see you in two days, at the altar.”

“I’ll be the one in white,” you answered lamely. He kissed you then left to engage in whatever kingly duties were set for him. You had a few plans for the day. First off, you had to finish packing up your apartment in Wakanda. The apartment had been a gift from T’Challa, one you graciously accepted. The two of you met in D.C. he was in the restaurant you worked at with the Avengers. You remembered the day you met T’Challa better than you remembered anything else in your life. He was sitting with the group of superheroes as they talked animatedly looking utterly spiritless. You’d always wondered what they were talking about to make him so lifeless. T’Challa was nothing if not joyful and charmingly ridiculous. You went to the table to take drink orders and he visibly perked up. At first, you just thought he was being nice to you, which you appreciated a lot all on its own. People could be awful to servers, especially at such a high-profile restaurant. You were charming in your own right, throwing out little jokes for the table, he would tell you later that it was love at first joke for him. He kept coming back to the restaurant, striking up a conversation and asking more about yourself. The day he had to leave to go back to Wakanda he asked for your number so he could stay in touch, he also asked for a date whenever he returned to D.C. You didn’t even know he was a king then. He was just the handsome regular from Wakanda that took a liking to you. You didn’t learn he was royalty until a year into your relationship.

You scoffed a little thinking about that, as you taped off the last box in your apartment. You should have known he was royalty. He was simply great in every other way, of course, he was royalty. He told you without even thinking about it, he was surprised to find you surprised. He wanted you to move to Wakanda so you could be closer. Respective cultural customs meant you wouldn’t move in together so you picked out this apartment from the array of extravagant homes T’Challa offered. It was small, and with the job, you found when you got to Wakanda you could pay for it even if T’Challa dumped you.

At the end of your packing, you headed out to grab a quick bite to eat. You were still learning the language of the country but, English was spoken commonly enough that you were usually alright on your own. You’d denied any security detail, though you were sure some members of the Dora Milaje followed you anyway. It never bothered you, T’Challa was just worried about you. As you drove through the city you happened upon a store having a sale. You frequented this place often, it had really nice plus sized clothing. They didn’t just add more fabric to size two they really crafted clothes for full figured women. With T’Challa’s insistence that you buy yourself something nice in mind,  you entered the store. After going in, picking out an outfit and a few nice smelling lotions you consider yourself done. You grabbed some food and headed back home to spend one of two of your last nights unmarried.

Later on, T’Challa called. You answered, pausing the movie you were watching.

“Hey,” you greeted, a smile spreading across your face.

“Hello, how was your day?”

“It was great, I finished packing up here, and I got food from my favorite place, you know the place right next to the bookstore.”

“I do. Did you go into the bookstore?”

“No.”

T’Challa sighed, “I’m looking at how much you spent today and-”

“Was it too much. I just found a really pretty dress and it was on sale so I-”

“Y/N you spent $50. No, it wasn’t too much,” he laughed.

“Oh…”

“You are truly incapable of treating yourself. I booked a spa for you and your friends tomorrow after they are picked up from the airport. A separate driver will pick you up and take you to the spa to meet them there. You are going to let yourself be pampered and if you find a product you like you are going to buy it. Without looking at the price tag. Alright?”

“Alright.”

“You are to spend $500 at least. At the very least, Y/N.”

“Okay.”

“I love you,” he laughed indulgently.

“I love you too.”

~Mod Lillian

The Greasers Celebrating Father's Day with Darry

YES I AM ALL FOR THIS

-okay okay so this was obviously all Two-Bit’s idea

-I mean he already called Darry “Dad” regularly

-and Darry is like what ????? I am not even 3 years older than you ?????

-so they all get together at the Curtis’ house

-and so they all barrage him while he is in his room singing “he’s a jolly good fellow”

-and they are all fake crying and patting Darry on the back and hugging him

-Steve makes up random memories and says shit like “I will never forget that time you took me to my first ever ball game.” And “Gee, we really did get a big one that time fishing dad,”

-Dally is telling Darry about how he is his old man and he is very thankful that he raised him to be the rule-respecting citizen he is now.

-Darry is all very confused about this and is mostly quiet with a few “what?” that are whispered

-Johnny was in charge of writing the card and put 25 cents in their with the caption “buy yourself something nice dad”

-Darry starts to catches on and tells them all that they are nuts

-but in the end, Ponyboy and Sodapop tell Darry that they really are appreciative of all he has done for them and thanks him for being the father figure they needed and gives him a big group hug.

-this is followed by all the greasers saying “awwww”

-best Father’s Day ever

Domino Divination

If you are like me and love the feel of runes but don’t have your own set, dominoes can be the next best thing!

How to
Put all the dominoes in a bag or flip them all over onto their fronts and mix them up. For a brief reading draw out three dominoes and turn them over. For a reading on the whole year draw out one dominoes and add up all the dots. Superstition says to never do a reading in a Monday or a Friday

Meanings
Blank
The blank refers to trouble ahead. If it can go wrong, it probably will. Plans will be delayed, arguments will surface and disagreements will ensure. However, drawing the blank domino doesn’t mean you’re set for a life of doom and gloom. it is a warning which will prepare you to be on your guard 
0:1
Drawing a blank and the number one warns that an old enemy is about and forewarns you to watch out for someone who might suddenly come back into your life. They might be all sweetness and light to start with, but watch out because this person is not what he/she first seems 
0:2
Drawing a blank with the number two is telling you to watch what you spend at the moment. you may think you have more in the bank than you actually do, or an unexpected bill might land on the doorstep, so keep a little back just in case
0:3
The blank and a three tells of trouble in love. someone you care deeply about could be deceiving you or not telling you the whole truth, so it’s time to sit them down and have a heart to heart with them
0:4
Drawing a blank and a four domino signals that there could be some money problems ahead of you. Double check contracts before signing anything and make sure you dont leave your purse or bag lying around unattended anywhere. now would be a good time to go through your finances
0:5
Is your marriage in trouble? it could be if you draw a domino with a blank and a five on it. make some time to talk to your partner if you feel that things are not what they were. if you’re not married this domino tells of a lack of communication between two people 
0:6
Drawing a blank and a number six tells you that someone is talking about you. you may discover that someone you once thought was your friend is far from it and is only pretending to be your friend in order to get information out of you
1:1
This tile tells of a happy reunion ahead. someone you haven’t seen for ages is about to pop up in your life and you will look back on happy memories together. this also signals a happy time for friendship, so get on the phone and get in touch with old friends
1:2
This domino signals that you will soon receive a visit from an old friend. you may no have seen each other for some time, but that wont be a problem when you get together again because it will be just like old times
1:3
This tile signifies success in a business or a successful trip ahead of you. if you’re thinking of starting a business or looking for a new job then this domino is giving you the green light to go ahead and do it. you cant fail!
1:4
This domino is warning you to watch your pennies right now and dont take on any new debts at the moment. if you have your heart set on something, ask yourself i you are prepared to wait and save up for it. getting into debt is easy, getting out of debt is harder
1:5
This tile shows the start of a love affair. watch out for someone who tries to catch your eye at a party or other social event. Cupid is firing his arrow in your direction right now and you will be very lucky in love
1:6
The one and the six domino tells of a very happy marriage ahead for you, so if you are about to get married, then this is telling you that he is The One and that you will be very happy. If you are not currently in  relationship , you will be soon.
2:2
The wishing domino! the two twos signal a wish comes true for you very soon. whatever you want can e yours if you remain positive and believe that it is yours. think about what you desire the most and then make a wish.   
2:3
expect an unexpected windfall soon. the two and three domino tells of money coming in, so you ca splash out a bit and buy yourself something nice. Now is the time to buy a lottery ticket or enter a competition because you might just win
2:4
This tile signifies deception or theft, so be on the look out for someone trying to pull the wool over your eyes. check references of people offering to do work for you and make sure you keep an eye on your purse or bag  
2:5
The two and five domino is telling you to watch out for someone who is out to cause trouble. This could be a friend or someone you barely know. keep your opinions to yourself at the moment because someone will try to twist your words and make you out to be the bad guy
2:6
Drawing a two and six til tells you that you will have good luck in business. if you are thinking of starting a business or are already in business for yourself then lady luck is shining on you now. network as much as possible because this will give you the opportunity to make new contacts 
3:3
the double three domino is a sign that a windfall is on its way to you. this could be in the form of a financial win, an unexpected inheritance or winning a competition. take chances now. you will find that it will be in your favor if you do
3:4
This domino shows that you will be happy in love. if you are in a relationship then it can only get better. if you are single then look out because someone i about to fall head over heals in love with you. your love life is blossoming now
3:5
This tile tells you that you will soon have visitors from abroad. an unexpected phone call, letter, or email with an announcement ill confirm details and you will soon be making up the guest bed. expect a time of fun catching up with an old friend
3:6
The three and six domino signal an unexpected gift coming to you. keep an eye out for the postman because this is a time for surprises coming your way. if you are thinking of signing a contract then this is the time to do it
4:4
A double four domino signals that a party or celebration is ahead for you, so get your best party frock and dancing shoes out and wait for the invitation to arrive. A double four can also signal a birth announcement 
4:5
this tile is telling you that a happy surprise is ahead for you. Pay rises, unexpected presents or gifts or just some happy news are all highlighted now and you will be feeling very happy and fulfilled
4:6
This domino signifies a happy marriage with children. if you are married then you can expect it to be a very happy one surrounded by happy children. If your are free and single then you wont be for long. Expect to find your soul mate very soon
5:5
A change in fortune
5:6
a new house
6:6
 Happiness ahead, say goodbye to any worries
Single tile draw 

1 Misfortune
2 Meeting someone new
3 Expect the unexpected
4 A new job where you will be the leader
5 Domestic problems ahead
6 Double check when thinking of investing your money
7 A visitor will have a big impact on you
8 Dont take the blame for someone else’s mistake
9 A change in fortune for the better
10 You will reach you goals this year
11 A new friendship 
12 A new hobby gives you hope and love

You were about to leave Elizabeth’s room to go out and take yourself shopping. As you opened the door to leave, Elizabeth stops you to hand you her credit card. “Go buy yourself something nice, love.” She gives you a kiss on the forehead and you make your way to the elevator.

James being the ghost that he is, he suddenly appears next to Elizabeth as they both watch you walk away. “I am not aware if she has informed you, but I am having her for dinner. She will choose me, Elizabeth.”

“Oh please, James. I can give her eternal life. I can take her anywhere she wants. Tell me, what do you offer?” Elizabeth says as she’s lighting a cigarette.

“This hotel can be hers. I have people that will cater to her every need. I must have her! If you do not let me have her, see to it that I will have you killed.” James gives Elizabeth an evil grin.

Elizabeth was definitely annoyed about James threatening to kill her if she doesn’t let him have you, looking at him in disgust.

Instead of responding back to his remark, she blows the cigarette smoke in James’ face and walks away.

You felt so special having a beautiful woman like The Countess and a handsome man like James fight over your love. They’re both powerful and strong willed people, which is a quality you look for in a lover. They can give you whatever you want in their own way and you can see that they both care for you deeply. They’re both willing to give you the world. No matter who you choose, you have the choice to be with that person forever. Making a decision will not be an easy one to make.

anonymous asked:

I can feel my depression creeping back but I really don't wanna talk about it to anyone. I need to get out of this quickly do you have advice?

🌻watch a film or a tv show -this always helps Me to get my mind shut up;

🌻hang out with your family or friends; go on an adventures with them; eat lunch together; go take a walk in the nature;

🌻clean your room or house; organize your shelves -your books, your clothes; throw out the stuff you don’t need anymore;

🌻bake or cook something for yourself/ your family/ your friends;

🌻take a long shower, shave, lotion;

🌻listen to your favourite songs; maybe dance a little while listening to them;

🌻maybe try writing your thoughts down if you don’t want to talk about them,, so you still get the feeling you’ve talked about them;

🌻make yourself some tea or coffee or smoothie or;

🌻go to a cafe -take a book or a journal with you,, be aware of your surroundings -how amazingly beautiful all the lives are; how wonderful it is that YOU are HERE; how incredible it is that YOU were put here at the same time as all these other lovely souls; be aware that YOU are exactly as important and beautiful as every other soul here on Earth with YOU;

🌻play with your pet(s) or sibling(s); tell them you love them; tell your family and your friends you love them and if that’s not something you would normally do then you don’t have to say it out loud -you can show it in little ways -take them for a walk, hug them, ask then if they’re okay, play card or boardgames with them, help them;

🌻treat yourSELF - your body & soul; it may mean buying something nice you have always wanted(a book, a piece of clothing, a new piece of furniture), or making a new playlist, or buying some flowers to make your room smell nice; whatever makes YOU feel good and don’t buy a book ‘cus i told you it will make you feel better -it may not, so if u know you hate books then just leave it-

do what makes YOU happier & do you & be you &

honestly if i knew how to get out of this quickly i would be going to school and taking classes rn but i’m not so i am oh-so sorry ur going through this but you are not alone and i feel ya and unfortunately i don’t know the cure and everyone has it different so i really really hope any of this helps but i’m sorry if it doesn’t but take time from what stresses you and take time to work on YOURSELF☀️🌻🐝also u can always come back and talk to me (or someone else -there are loads of lovely people who would be happy to talk to you and help you here on tumblr or irl) xx bless you,, i wish i could do more and make it all go away

anonymous asked:

My ex told me to give him back the jewelry he gave me... Should I give it back?

Sell it. Go buy yourself something nice.
Haha banter JK, return his shit and go live your life. He sounds petty and you don’t need that following you.

Them making you cry during an argument (GOT Preference)

Jon Snow

  • His temper getting the best of him so he results in yelling
  • “Darling, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
  • You crying because he had never yelled before.
  • Wrapping you in a hug.
  • “Please don’t cry.” Kissing your hair.
  • You stop crying because he is genuinely sorry

Robb Stark

  • He yells as a result of the stress of the war and your upcoming wedding
  • “Yes I do love you, Y/N. Yes I want to get married. I am just stressed.”
  • Trying not to cry
  • You thinking you’re just a stressor and only wanting to make him happy
  • “You make me the happiest man alive, I just want to win this war and make you my queen.”
  • Having makeup sex to make it better for both of you

Oberyn Martell

  • You are screaming at him for sleeping with other people.
  • “Why can’’t you just be happy with me, Oberyn?”
  • Him yelling is the only way to get you to stop screaming,
  • You crying, only wanting him to be faithful.
  • “I promise. I only love you. The others mean nothing.”
  • “Then stop sleeping with them.”

Sandor Clegane

  • “Stop drinking! You’re going to drink yourself to death.”
  • “Just shut up you cunt!”
  • This catching you off guard
  • Making you cry because he knows not to use that word towards you
  • “Lass, I didn’t mean that you know that…”
  • You turning away from him
  • You walking out of the tavern and him staying

Cersei Lannister

  • “Don’t be such a child, Y/N. I didn’t mean to yell.”
  • You crying frustrated tears because she thinks of you like that.
  • “I’m not a child.”
  • “You’re acting like it. Look at you crying.”
  • You throwing your wine goblet down and leaving the room

Tyrion Lannister

  • “Come to bed with me, Tyrion.” You trying to coax him when he is busy with Hand matters.
  • “Y/N! I told you. I simply cannot. I am not your bed slave.”
  • Him not really yelling, but him raising his voice makes you cry.
  • You feeling insignificant and huffing off to find a place to sleep without him.
  • Him apologizing in the morning.

Tywin Lannister

  • You talking about getting married to him.
  • “We cannot, Y/N.”
  • You asking too many questions about why.
  • “Because no one would accept it.”
  • Him caring about his image more than you.
  • You calling him out.
  • He yells, but stays firm.
  • You cry.
  • “Go buy yourself something nice and come back when you want to be a good girl.”

Bronn

  • Yelling during a petty argument
  • Apologizing when he sees your tears
  • Kissing you to make it better
  • “You’re too pretty to cry.”
  • Having makeup sex 
  • Cuddling after and him telling you he loves you

I couldn’t find Bronn’s last name omg

“I don’t want you wasting your money on me, though. You should save it up and buy something nice for yourself.”

“Pippa, please let me buy you something to cheer you up. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“There’s no talking you out of this, is there? I’m not going to say yes, but if you want to then whatever. All I’m saying is that you should spend your money on something worthwhile.”

“You are worthwhile though, Pip! Don’t be hard on yourself, just let me show to you that I appreciate you.”

I sighed.

“Fine, just do what you want.”

Challenges Sixty Eight and Sixty Nine

This weekend’s challenge is to pamper yourself!

If you can or want to, maybe do a spa day. You could buy yourself something nice or spend time doing what you love. You could take a long bath, or long shower. Maybe sleep in!

Enjoy yourself, and treat yourself extra kindly.