he acknowledged my existance

  • what she says: im fine
  • what she means: was the song help from pink season a genuine cry for help or is it satire because im concerned for the well-being of a comedian I've never met or spoken to he doesn't even acknowledge my existence but it's as if he's pulling some marina joyce shit man like is he okay? what scares me more is the fact it sounds like a teen movie song and papa hates teens like....dang

Jughead Jones x reader

In which Jughead is having a bad day.

Mainly fluff because I’m WEAK

We all met at our usual place for lunch. Kevin and Archie were having some kind of heated discussion over the table, while Veronica and Betty were smiling at each other, and talking quietly. Just date already. I watched as Jughead walked over to our table, plonking himself and his food down opposite me.

“Hey!” I beamed at him. He didn’t smile back, just nodded his head in acknowledgment of my existence, and I tried not to feel offended as he looked down to his meal and started eating without a second glance at me. The others greeted him, but he gave them equally as despondent responses.

“How has your day been? What lesson did you just have?” I asked him, eager to talk to him. He rolled his eyes.


His one word answer was a little depleting, and I frowned.

“Okay, I’m gonna pretend I didn’t see that eye roll, Jones.” I said, raising my eyebrows at him. “What’s up?”

He ignored me, continuing to eat, and I began to grow frustrated.

“Jug, seriously, what is wrong with you?”

“Nothing, Y/N! Will you just leave me alone?” He snapped, his eyes furious as they met mine. The others turned to look at him, surprised. I was a little alarmed by his sudden outburst, but sat back as I realised what was happening. I knew Jughead well enough to know the difference between when he was actually angry with me, and when he was lashing out because he was hurt. I sighed.

“Right, come on,” I stood up, walking around to him and pulling him up with me. “We’re going for a walk.”

He sighed but didn’t say anything, letting me drag him away from his uneaten lunch. There really must’ve been something wrong if he let that happen.

I linked my arm with his as we began to walk around the grounds of the school. It was a bright day, and the sun shone vibrantly onto the grass surrounding us. I leant my head against his arm before looking up at him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked, and he sighed.

“It’s just… my dad…” He trailed off, looking away, but I understood him perfectly.

“Right.” I nodded. “How bad is it?”

He sniffed and I leaned into him, holding onto his arm.

“Let’s just say I’d be surprised if he even recognised me right now, he’s so wasted.” He muttered, and I looked up at him again, noticing his tired eyes and clenched jaw. Rubbing his arm, I decided Jughead was in serious need of some fun.

“We are ditching last period.” I said matter-of-factly, letting go of his arm and grinning at him.

“We’re what now?” He asked, deadpan, and I giggled.

“Come onnn, it’ll be fun. No one will even notice we are gone. Let’s go, let’s go!” His mouth curved upwards at my enthusiasm, watching me jump around him excitedly.

He let me yet again pull him away, as we quickly left school and I dragged him along the road to my open-top car. I vaulted in and watched as he stood next to the vehicle, his arms crossed.

“I am not getting in until I know where we are going.” He stated. “I am legally obliged.”

I laughed.

I don’t even know where we are going yet, Jug. Come on, have a little trust!”

He raised his eyebrows sceptically, but eventually got into the car, shaking his head as I cheered. We began driving with no direction, using the rural location of Riverdale to our advantage as we drove down endless empty country roads. I didn’t feel the chill of the wind, passing by the fields and hills in a blur of green and red and brown as the sun shone on us. Knowing he was in need of a distraction, I began rambling on about anything and everything, gesticulating wildly and prompting many concerned comments about my driving ability. Ignoring them, I continued to talk until I cut myself off, hearing one of my favourite songs come on the radio.

“Oh, yes.” I said, grinning and turning it up.

“Oh, no.” Jughead groaned. “Please don’t let this lead to an inevitably very loud and off-key performance of this song.” He pleaded, but I only grinned at him: he knew it was coming.

I began belting out the lyrics, waving my free hand around as I passionately acted out every word. The countryside flew past us as I sang at the top of my lungs and he watched me, grinning. It may have been a bit flat, but Jughead was laughing, so I would call it an overall success.

We stopped the car on a random hill. It didn’t have a particularly good view but it was peaceful, and the sky was a multitude of colours above us as the sun set. There were birds and a breeze and the radio was still playing softly. We were lying horizontally across the back seat, my back against Jughead’s chest as he played with my hair.

“Sorry for snapping at you earlier.” He mumbled, his mouth pressed to the top of my head. I smiled up at him, turning my head to see him better.

“That’s okay. I knew it was just because you were having a bad day, not because you were actually mad at me.”

He smiled tenderly down at me.

“How’d you get to know me so well, huh?” He asked. I exhaled,

“Well, I guess knowing someone for this long will do that to you.” I said, pausing before continuing. “Either that or I’m just incredibly attentive, observant, perceptive and generally great.” I teased, smirking as he laughed, tightening his grip around me.

“Well, that is true as well.” He said, eyebrows raised as he looked at me.

I leant forward, connecting our lips gently, tracing his cheek with my fingertips as his hand came to rest on my neck. I smiled as we separated and turned back around, leaning further into him, looking up at the sky. He grabbed my hand and wrapped his fingers around mine.

“You did a pretty good job of cheering me up, you know.” He said, and I frowned.

“Only pretty good?”

“Okay, very good.”

“Thank you.”

Joker Imagine - Not Strong Enough *part 2*


Originally posted by whcvians

Originally posted by kyoka-sui-get-su

Your P.O.V.

For some reason I was still alive. It was a fucking miracle. After being in coma for two weeks, I woke up even tho people had given up on me. The worst part was that even Joker did that. Now I was awake, back at home and supposed to take it easy. My bullet wound was recovering and it still hurt. I survived a bullet in my stomach which wasn’t supposed to be possible for me. But J hadn’t let me die that easily. He made some doctors come here to help me and it worked.

But now it seemed like he didn’t even acknowledge my existence. It was evening now and I was alone in the penthouse. Yes I was supposed to lay down and relax, but that wasn’t really fun, not at all. So I set up a fake Christmas tree and I started decorating it. It’s not like J would help me anyway since apparently I was just air for him now. It hurt in my heart that he ignored me, but I didn’t want to be clingy either. So I just let him be by himself, hoping that things would sort out by time.

As I was putting the big golden star on the tip of the tree, I started to feel a stinging pain. My wound didn’t like all this stretching. ‘’Fuck you’’ I hissed to myself and placed the star on the tree. Done! Everything was finished now. The tree was beautiful! Just as I was trying to step down the chair I stood on, I lost my balance and fell down on the edge of the couch. My knees hit the floor and my stomach hit the corner of the couch, making me feel sick in my stomach. I held onto the cushions as air escaped my lungs. Tears stung my eyes and I felt how the wound tore open or something.

‘’Ow..’’ I whimpered and started trembling. My knees were bruising, but I didn’t care. The wound hurt like a motherfucking bitch. ‘’J..’’ I whispered, but I knew he couldn’t hear me. Suddenly I felt something wet on my shirt and I knew I was bleeding. I grunted in pain and stood up, kneeling forward a little bit while holding my stomach with my right arm. I wasn’t bleeding that much, but the pain was sickening. That’s so typical my luck!

I walked into the bathroom and then took off my shirt. I looked down at the ugly wound that would leave a scar for sure. The stitches were holding it together, but the impact made one of the four stitches rip the skin and it was bleeding. It looked disgusting, but I had to help myself. So I grabbed the first aid kit and then sat down on the edge of the bathtub. It would be so much better if someone could help me. Just then J came up to the penthouse.

‘’J!’’ I called out for him sadly, holding back tears. I didn’t want to cry again because I felt weak enough already. I heard footsteps coming closer and soon he was by the bathroom door. ‘’Yeah?’’ I muttered bluntly and leaned against it. ‘’Can you help me?’’ I dared to ask him and looked up to him. His blue eyes scanned my body and he looked at the bleeding wound. ‘’Fine’’ He sighed like it irritated him and then he came back. ‘’What do you want me to do?’’ J questioned me with such a lazy voice, with no hint of worry. 

‘’Can you just check it and then put a plaster on top?’’ I whimpered a little quietly. ‘’Can’t you do it yourself?’’ He groaned and looked into my eyes. My heart skipped a beat and I felt so puny. He really didn’t give a fuck. He didn’t even ask what happened! ‘’Fine! Get out’’ I sighed and blinked a tear away. I grabbed a wipe from the kit, but then it fell into the tub because of the bad balance. ‘’Fuck’’ I breathed out, but then ignored it. I tried to wipe the wound, but my shaking hand made it hard.

‘’Why are you just standing there? Go away J’’ I told him angrily, being hurt because he was a dickhead towards me. ‘’Why are you so mad?’’ He asked me, completely ignoring what I told him. That’s when I lost it. I stood up, ignoring the bleeding wound that could actually kill me if I had inner bleedings. ‘’Because ever since I woke up, you have been ignoring me! You’ve acted like I don’t even exist or like I’m just air’’ I screamed at him and felt tears of frustration ruining my makeup. My breathing got heavy and I clenched my jaw.

Something weird was going on with him, but I wasn’t sure what. ‘’It’s like there’s no love left..like it bled away when I was shot’’ I tried to say strongly, but my voice cracked and a lump formed in my throat. ‘’Oh Y/N..I’m not someone who is…’’ J started calmly, like my words didn’t move him at all. He stepped closer to me before continuing his sentence ‘’..loved’’. He was really messing with my mind now. It felt like my world was shattered all over again. ‘’What the fuck is that supposed to mean J? We’ve been together for two nearly three years’’ I whimpered and started to feel bad. Really bad.

‘’If you can’t deal with it, then leave’’ he snarled and stepped aside, pointing to the open door. My heart started beating faster in my chest and I felt like this was a bad nightmare. ‘’J-’’ I started, but he cut me off. ‘’The door is open Y/N!*’ He yelled, making me scared. Tears blurred my vision until they fell down my face. I didn’t want to go. ‘’No..I’m not leaving you’’ I sobbed and then sat back down. My head ached a lot. Then I rested my face in my hands and cried silently. J would probably just walk away anyway.

‘’What happened?’’ I whispered, too scared to speak out loud. I heard him growling and walking a little in the room. I peeked at him through my fingers and saw that he seemed frustrated. ‘’Don’t you see Y/N? I’m just bad for you. I’m only putting your life in danger’’ He started to open up. I shook my head no. ‘’No..No you’re not Puddin. It’s the shooting at Arkham right?’’ I tilted my head a little. He ran his hand through his hair and nodded.

‘’Well J you should know that my life has become so much better with you. I’m sure it won’t happen again..Just let me in again’’ I pleaded and forced myself to stand. I was in pain, but saving our relationship was worth it. J looked at me rather sadly. ‘’I’d still be a criminal with or without you. Let’s just be like we were before, okay ?’’ I suggested and then grabbed his hand. J looked at me weirdly, but didn’t pull his hand back.

‘’King and queen of Gotham city, forever together to commit crimes, right?’’ I whispered and smiled even tho I was crying. Our eyes met and I knew he was struggling with his feelings. J was never good with his feelings, but he tried. That’s what mattered. ‘’I don’t want to lose you’’ He admitted quietly and looked at my wound. Suddenly he walked away and grabbed something from the first aid kit. ‘’I thought I lost you Y/N’’ J let me know with sorrow obvious in his voice. Then he came back to me and wiped the wound with something and kept the wipe on it. ‘’But you didn’t’’ I reminded him, wincing because the wipe stung. But it did good.

‘’I never let anyone in Y/N but you’re different. I don’t want to hurt you or lose you..’’ He explained and sounded very hurt.All this time he had been hiding from his feelings, but now he was letting it out. I put my hand on his chest and tried to smile again. ‘’Shh baby..I’m here..’’ I whispered softly. He nodded and then pulled me close to him. ‘’I’m not going anywhere’’ I promised him and let him hide his face in the crook of my neck. He just had to try and open up a little. Everyone had to deal with their feelings, criminal or not, psychopath or not..everyone.

I posted a Plank meme to Danny Antonucci’s (Creator of Lupo the Butcher, Ed Edd n Eddy) Facebook and he liked it and responded with a laughing “😆” emoji, as did 40+ other people. My career is at it’s highest point so far

What she says: I’m fine

What she means: Today I cried over twenty one pilots, not once but twice. Tyler Joseph means so much to me because he doesn’t know I even exist but yet he still acknowledges my feelings and hurt, he cares about a lot of people. He cares about us, dude. Don’t even get me started on Josh Dun, omg. Josh Dun, the drummah man, spooky Jim, jishwa. 10/10 that’s a lot of tallent for one dude. Oh my God. Everything they do fucks me up and I’m in tears in 2 seconds. One time I thought about holding Tyler’s hand and I was in tears a second later. Tyler and Josh mean so mu-

One time I had a guy come to the check out who was talking on his phone. This is something I usually find really rude but it was obvious that he was talking to his boss or someone important, and unlike a lot of people who talk on the phone when they’re paying he actually acknowledged my existence and said please/thank you/have a nice day and listened to what I was saying and said sorry about ten times. But this old lady behind me him then decided to though a fit literally yelling about how rude he was being and how horrible this generation was. By the time I rang up her purchase and she complained about how the youth of today had no respect for others she took a good look at my hair (a line bob with side cut, curled to perfection and slaying it that day even if I do say so myself thank you very much) and said “well you’re a bit dykey looking aren’t you?”. I asked her a lot more politely than she deserved that I had other customers to see to and I needed her to step aside from the counter.

It kills me a little inside that my father only ever wants to acknowledge my existence when he needs something.

I’ve spent more than half of my life without a father. He walked out when I was 14.

I’ve given him chance after chance. Been told I should respect him because he’s my father.

Been told he’s the only father I’ll ever have and I’ll regret it when he’s gone.

But time after time, he’s walked out of my life.

Why am I the bad guy here???

anon please

okay so sorry if this is a bit of a ramble but it’s such a weird situation.I was talking to this guy for ages. like we first started texting november 2015 but it never really became a ‘thing’ until late last year when we went on a few dates december-january – but were both clear we didn’t want a relationship. it was fun and I liked him, maybe more than I should’ve. but he suddenly stopped talking to me completely in late january for no apparent reason, he just dropped me like it was nothing to him. he’s not in my school any more, he finished last year (i’m 18, he’s 19) so I don’t see him in person very often at all so it was quite easy for him to stop interacting with me.

however we run in the same circles so maybe a month later we’re on a night out clubbing for our friend’s 18th birthday and as usual, he’s not even acknowledging my existence. later this night I start dancing with another guy and things got a bit intense and we ended up kissing a few times. I don’t know if the guy I used to talk to saw it or not but the next morning he’d unfollowed/deleted me on every social media platform. I was upset when we stopped talking in the first place and am confused and hurt by this but I didn’t ask him about it.

he’s now acting petty to the point where he refused to even thank me for booking a coach for our friendship group to go to a concert even when everyone else thanked me. this concert is on monday and I’m starting to consider if I should ask him why he seems to hate me so much, whether that’s in person or over text after the night’s through. I can’t make up my mind what I want, whether that’s attempting to reconcile, or be friends, or at least be civil.

my feelings are complicated. he did string me along a bit and was a dick at times but I remember the little things like how he wrote about me and when we kissed in his car at 3am to cherry wine by hozier. I feel pathetic for even being hung up on it. do I try and at least reach out to him/confront his behaviour or let it go and try to move on?

Jennie: If you’re in the same friendship group, it’s probably a good idea to try and at least be civil to one another. Next time you see him, maybe you should tell him that you’ve noticed he’s ignoring you and being weird with you, and that you’re wondering why that is. Let him know that you’d like it if you could be polite to each other when you see each other, so things aren’t awkward.

He may not be open to talking to you, but if that’s the case, at least you know that you’ve done what you can to clear the air. Then you can move on, and any weirdness between you is his problem, not yours.

“I dont want you.”

He was my soulmate, my better half. He swept me off my feet and showed me exactly what love is. I felt wanted and appreciated. It was so perfect and beautiful. Then after promising me several times he wasn’t going anywhere he left me. He still refuses to talk to me or even acknowledge my existance. I still love him, more than anything. I just want my pooh bear back.

Signs As Texts I've Recieved
  • Aries: Oh yeah except the day after leg day lol that shit sucks
  • Taurus: looks like I'm going to the republican national convention
  • Gemini: Are you doing big business
  • Cancer: Haha I still love you no matter how much of a kink freak you are
  • Leo: He could be a really good drag queen...
  • Virgo: Dang what's Virgo? probably ho stories
  • Libra: If he acknowledged my existence I'd turn inside out and screech
  • Scorpio: I don't think you will die alone unless you want to
  • Sagittarius: My ex did tell me that after having other pussy he decided mine was pretty damn good
  • Capricorn: No. Far too difficult. You want them to snort your remains. Much more efficient
  • Aquarius: I love pixelated bukakke
  • Pisces: We get it Marcel, you suck dick