these little portraits have been a lot more time consuming than i thought they would be lol but im still doing them just for 3$ now!!! but ya if anyone wants a little portrait like this just send me a pic of u and paypal me 3$ at firstname.lastname@example.org!
So I’m guessing that after arriving to Sisters of Quiet Mercy: Home for Troubled Youths in search of Polly, Betty gets very anxious, or may even starts having a panic attack. Jughead helps calm her down and they share an intimate moment before heading inside.
Before the trailer came out I thought that the 4th picture was a moment that would come after Betty saw Polly again, but it’s clear that they’re still standing in front of that odd entryway.
“You drive too fast,” said Mark. Emma snorted and checked the strap of Cortana where it fastened across her chest. “You sound like Julian.” “It brought me joy,” Mark said, moving to stand beside her. “It was as if I flew with the Hunt again, and tasted the blood of the sky.” “Okay, you sound like Julian on drugs,” Emma muttered.
writing prompts, 3 with tree bros? (am I supposed to be scared of you?) please make it angst with fluff in the end my poor gay heart
!!! Thanks for the prompt also I don’t know if this is angsty enough for you? But I tried and I hope you like it!
hated school. He hated the classes that were too easy to get him to focus and
the teachers that called on him despite knowing that he hadn’t listened and the
people that made fun of him because he was different.
In general he hated it because there was no place for him in school and it just
felt useless to spend so much time in a place that made him consider suicide
more often than studying.
Maybe it shouldn’t have surprised him that the first day would be horrible with
those expectations but somehow it still always caught him off-guard. He hadn’t
even planned on going the first day after summer vacation, because the first
day was always the worst.
People came back from long family vacations with new stress because someone
said something they didn’t like and then they notice Connor at school and all
they see is a punching bag for their frustration after they witnessed their
fathers cheat on their mothers on the Bahamas or something similar.
They just see Connor and use him as a stress relief and it’s always the worst
when they went without it for several weeks.
And then there’s the noise. Hundreds of teenagers seeing each other for the
first time in weeks and screaming about what they’ve been up to despite
everyone already knowing what they did because of course they had to tweet
about it constantly.
Nope, Connor hadn’t planned on enduring any of that but what choice did he have
when even smoking pot and being high before school didn’t make his mother
So he went to school, still high, still
not sure what happened because he couldn’t really concentrate. And then one
moment he was entering the school the next some gnome of a person was standing
in front of him trying to provoke him.
At first he just wanted to ignore him, just keep walking and not listen but he
was high and nervous and he didn’t even want to come here so what right did
that asshole have to provoke him and he just couldn’t help reacting and getting
Just that the person responsible went away before that anger could fade so
Connor moved onto the next best person, not bothering to register who it was he
was pushing and calling a freak.
At least he hadn’t cared until he heard the all so familiar voice of his
boyfriend and suddenly he felt like throwing up.
“Am I supposed to be scared of you Connor?” Evan asked with a small quivering
smile on his lips as he grabbed Connors hand and started leading him away from
the crowd that had formed around them.
“Common, let’s get out of here.”
“Evan? Evan I’m so sorry I… I didn’t mean to I-“ Connor stammered but the
serious look on Evan’s face got him to shut up.
He probably hated him now. Oh god he had just hurt his boyfriend, he had pushed
his boyfriend and yelled at him and said horrible things.
His sister was right he was a monster and Evan would probably break up with him
and what if people told Heidi?
What if she thinks that he’s abusing her son?
He loved Heidi as if she was his own mother he couldn’t take her and Evan
hating him but it would be better that way he’d just keep hurting Evan if he
If he just hadn’t smoked before school maybe things would have been fine but
now he had hurt Evan and he’d never talk to him again, but Evan was still
holding his hand and he didn’t want him to let go but he couldn’t even face
himself after this he was a freak and dangerous and shouldn’t be anywhere
And Connor didn’t even notice that they weren’t inside anymore at first until Evan
pulled him into a tight hug and started whispering into his ear.
“It’s fine Connor, everything’s fine. You didn’t hurt me. I know you didn’t
mean what you said. You’re not a freak. I love you. Everything is going to be
Connor started crying, apologizing over and over between sobs and Evan kept
reassuring him that things were okay, kept saying that he loved him and Connor
calmed down slowly.
“I think we should skip today and talk about this okay?” Evan smiled at him,
squeezing Connors hand lightly.
Connor just nodded, smiling back softly.
Evan was there, he was okay, he was willing to talk this out. Everything would
I guess it’s a connor lives AU in which Connor and Evan started dating in like 8th grade after some shared school project? like as an explanation for where and why this drabble would happen!
Hello! This is a short fanfic about Dan Howell based on the request below. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think!
“Hello!” Y/N shouted as she entered her friends’ flat, hearing some shouting coming from the lounge. She took off her coat and made her way into the living room to find all her good friends sitting in a circle. “Y/N! You made it!” Phil greeted her with a hug and after having greeted everybody she took place in the circle as well, folding her legs under herself. “What are we doing?” Y/N asks, looking around the group. The total amount of people was probably around eight, Dan and Phil included. It was a circle comprised of what she would describe as her closest friends, and she once again deemed herself lucky to have found such a nice group of people who all got along so well. A recent member of the squad handed her a drink and she took a sip after thanking her friend, turning her head to the group once more for an answer to her question. “Never Have I Ever!” One of the girls suggested, who immediately afterwards started pouring shots for everyone who did not already have a drink to down when the questions would start. Y/N felt her cheeks heat up and her body get tense. Fuck. This was not her kind of game. She’d talked about love and relationship before with her friends and some of them had done some truly crazy shit. She, on the other hand, had never even kissed another person and she was not about to make that any less of a secret. “I just eh, need to use the bathroom.” Y/N excused herself. “You can start without me.”