i could slow down with the edits

6 tips to writing your first draft

‣ Write how you want the story to begin and end. Just a few sentences that will summarize what changes happen in the novel, talk it over with some friends to have a better idea of the plot.
‣ Write an outline (you don’t have to follow the outline to a T, there will be change as you go along)
‣ Don’t go back and edit in the first draft this could make you feel discouraged. It probably won’t be the best but wait until the whole story is down before you rework it.
‣ Place holders can be used if you don’t know information. Researching everything can slow down the process so use a place holder so you know where you need to go back and edit once the first draft is done.
‣ Have daily goals. Whether it’s to write an hour a day or write 1000 words a day daily goals help in the short term.
‣ Have a deadline. I myself have 100 days to write a first draft, I know it will be difficult but having it there will pressure me into writing so it gets completed.

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My meshing and texturing method (Video) 

As you wished, here’s my meshing and tutorial method. It was quite an easy mesh-edit, but maybe that’s why it could be helpful for beginners. :)

This is not a tutorial, so there are no comments or explanations, just me working. It is a timelapse, but you can slow it down in Youtube.

Programs I’ve used:

  • Blender
  • Sims4Studio
  • Gimp

In the end, I went with seperating the top and fishnet, both will be available soon!

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Okay I loved that Robin showed some of these Anti blooper clips with the non edited and edited parts side by side or having the edited version move across the unedited clip. I think that it really showed just how much editing work goes into making Antisepticeye in these videos.

When I took the screenshots of Anti in the Kill Jacksepticeye video I slowed down that video to see what interesting shots I could take a picture of and because I did that I saw that in almost every frame when Anti was on screen there was always an interesting crazy effect or filter on those parts of the video. That’s not even including the sound editing for Anti either! So much time, hard work and creativity too goes into the editing for this these videos and I seriously think Robin does not get enough appreciation for that. His editing is what really makes Antisepticeye just come to life in these videos.

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Robin’s an amazing editor and I think just his editing work on the Anitsepticeye videos and clips alone proves that. He constantly blows me away with just how talented and creative he is with editing and I think he deserves so much more recognition and appreciation for all that amazing work he puts into Seán’s videos. :) 

IF THE P5 BOYOS HAD SIBS: TURBO EDITION*

*this is the only edition

ryuji would be the best oniichan fite me irl if u disagree

  • seriously like???? he cares so much and he’d be SO PROTECTIVE
  • hey remember when ann showed up in the metaverse and his thought process wasn’t “man this chick is gonna slow us down and be annoying” but instead it was “ann could get really hurt if she came with us i don’t want her getting dragged into this”
  • THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKIN BOUT, BOYEE
  • like remember how his dad was abusive remember that he would totally FITE HIS DAD FOR THIS SIB, you know it
  • if it was a little sister i would literally die, rip me, because u know he would dote on her so much.
  • “hey [xxx]-chan, let’s go to the park!! of course you can wear your loveline costume!! don’t forget the lettuce i bought to feed the ducks!!!”
  • (psa, do not feed ducks bread. give them things like corn or lettuce or birdseed.)
  • he’d do like tea parties with her and let her put bows in his hair and paint his nails and he’d be like “WOW YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB WOW MY NAILS LOOK SO GOOD” and he’d go to school with them the next day, dress code be damned
  • “akira look what my sis did for me!!” “wow she did a good job.” “I KNOW RIGHT”
  • and they’d play dressup and stuff like that and he’d be the dragon she slays or the demon that guards the treasure and each and every time she overcame some kind of obstacle he set up he’d be like “ur the smartest kid on the planet why didn’t i think of that solution, truly u r the True Genius of this family”
  • but even if it was a little bro COULD U IMAGINE
  • he could idolize him and be like “ONIICHAN UR THE GREATEST” and they’d go on runs together and play tag through the house and accidentally break things and mom would get mad but ryuji would always take the blame
  • or he could think he’s The Most Annoying™ and fight back against the attention with exasperated sighs and eye rolls and “moooom ryuji won’t put me down!!”
  • ryuji is best big bro

akira would also probably be a big bro

  • i kinda think his parents are The Literal Worst™ (reblog if u agree)
  • so if he had a sib it would probably be a younger one they had by accident
  • (so like i kind of think akira was born because someone’s parents really wanted grandchildren but now all the grandparents are dead and everything is sad)
  • so lil bro or sis would prob be ignored and shunted to the side by The Asshole Parents™
  • which basically leaves it to akira to take care of them
  • akira is like, the stern but cool older brother who is like “no we are not having cookies for dinner BUT if you do well on your math test we can bake some this weekend” or “i heard you got in a fight at school. i don’t care who started it, so just tell me this: did you win?”
  • lil sib probably looks up to him way more than they can express or he can understand. growing up with parents who basically just don’t care about you makes you super appreciative of any kind of affection or praise so they’d have a super close relationship
  • would be D E V A S T A T E D by his having to move away after the Incident
  • wow look an actual legit canon reason for akira to go home at the end of the game instead of “just because he gotta”
  • (he don’t gotta. y u do this atlus)

yusuke the biological only child (who gets adopted??)

  • ok so hear me out
  • wait hold on–did we ever learn about yusuke’s dad?? i literally can’t remember so i’m just gonna say: probably dead
  • ANYWAY SO HEAR ME OUT
  • yusuke’s mom probably didn’t have time to have any other kids before she kicked it (sry mrs kitagawa) BUT
  • i think the students of madarame were closer than the game prolly had time to get into?? like the guy whose heart u change in mementos asks you to go back and save yusuke and i just feel like there had to be some STRONG BONDS there
  • all i’m saying is there was an older student ok like 2-6 years older than him who loved him like a brother bc c’mon he’s a little out there but HOW COULD U NOT boy is sweet as the candy he drops way too much yen on.
  • probably had to remind him to eat and shit like that while they were with madarame like “dude u can’t live on paint fumes PLEASE EAT FOOD PLEASE”
  • also had no social skills so could not coach him on social skills
  • hated to leave him but couldn’t stay for their own mental health and always regretted leaving him behind
  • so yeah probably later after the game they reached out to him
  • and just kind of informally adopted him as their lil bro like “you’re mine now, i’m going to protect you and buy you food”

akechi the foster brother

  • so here’s the deal with akechi
  • he knows what it’s like to be in the system and bounce around and have no one who cares or listens or wants you there and it just. it’s hard and terrible and no one deserves to feel that way ever.
  • so he decides he’s going to be big bro to literally every difficult foster kid he ever comes across.
  • getting bullied? guess it’s time to come home with me where i will tell you that you are absolutely the best and what the bullies say doesn’t matter ever and you will never ever know this but i’m gonna fuck up that kid’s future times 10000%
  • moody and combative? c’mon, you can have your own room and lock the door on me all you want and i’ll sit outside in the hall for four hours to teach you that no, i’m not going to give up on you and you are worth the time and effort because you matter so much.
  • really timid and scared of everything? it’s okay, we’re going somewere safe and i will let you hide wherever you want, even if you scare the living daylights out of me when i reach under the sink for the dishsoap and i see you curled up in there. you can crawl in my bed when you have a nightmare absolutely, i’m not going to kick you out and i’m not going to hurt you
  • BASICALLY HE’D JUST BE THE SUPPORT THEY NEED BECAUSE HE NEVER GOT IT AND IT WOULD BE MAGICAL
  • M A G I C A L
  • u can’t tell me he wouldn’t care so much about foster kids
  • u just can’t it’s illegal

mishima gotta be someone’s lil bro

  • lol this boy like
  • he has to have an older sib, there’s no question about it
  • boye just too insecure to be big bro to someone else, he’d suck at it
  • which, yknow, would actually be really funny but i was kind of going for canon-plausible (SHUT UP I KNOW) and reasonably healthy relationships
  • so what i kind of imagined here was like, an older sister who’s kind of critical of him but damn she tries to be there for him because their parents are certainly not
  • she tells him under no uncertain terms that he NEEDS to quit the volleyball team because this is not safe or right in any degree and you know it yuuki
  • (he did know it yuuki but she also told him he needs to stop giving up on things so easily and he just?? didn’t want to give up?? if he could hold on just a little longer maybe it would get better)
  • she’ll clean his cuts and be like “ok whatever you say yuuki, you know what’s best for you”
  • but he totally doesn’t
  • i just want him to have someone who supports and loves him because obviously he’s not getting that from his parents and he NEEDS LOVE AND GUIDANCE PLEASE

so uh yeah that’s it for now. if you want more like this send me a request and i’ll get on it!

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Garcia Flynn in Timeless ep 1.10 “The Capture of Benedict Arnold.”  For @extasiswings​, because she loves him in these colonial duds (lbr, who doesn’t?).  I also enjoyed the hell out of his ‘less talking, more shooting’ mentality, heh.  Oh, Garcia.  You and your terrible decisions…

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This is the late blog birthday gift now. 4t2 Conversion of @elzascarlet-yan​‘s beautiful Party hair (done with their permission) and edit of Mouseyblue’s Leftover24 eyes because apparently I still don’t have enough eyes. It also turns out that I’ve already made one edit of those same eyes but as these turned completely different I’m uploading them anyway.

Download Elza Party female / male / (binned) volatile+mesh for retexturing
Download Mouseyblue Leftover24-Eyes edit

Credits & other info:

  • The original hair mesh is by Elza, converted for both genders and all ages.
  • Colors by Pooklet, Io, Hat Aweeshie & me
  • (hair)Textures are Remi’s curly blend blended together with tiny bit of Io’s Digitalbabes+Pooklet V3 blend. Alpha was borrowed from some Cazy hair and edited quite a bit.
  • Mouseyblue for the original eyes, I’m pretty sure the shine is from another Mouseyblue eyes too but I didn’t write down which one.
  • Lovely dark haired male model Rico belongs to @royalblues87​ 
  • In game pictures have been brightened and edited a little mostly to fix one messed up neck and necklace poking through the collar, bodyshop pictures are unedited. 

I plan to do most of Elza’s other hairs too, they just need more work and I’m so damn slow with converting and keep getting distracted with other things that it’ll probably take a while until I’m done with the next one. ^^;

What I love about each B.A.P member

Yongguk:

  • This is going to be long and emotional
  • His stage presence 
  • He’s an entirely different person on stage
  • It’s because he gets angry before each performance
  • His actions during LOE'16 
  • i.e stripping his shirt off during several shows 
  • Then proceeding to drench himself in water 
  • By the end of the tour the other members were pouring water on themselves too 
  • I still haven’t recovered from all of that 
  • But stop the music and he’s just a shy, sweet lil grampa 
  • If you ever need an example of “don’t judge a book by its cover” look no further than Bang Yongguk
  • He’s adorable when he gets shy 
  • He’s actually adorable all the time 
  • Remember how nervous he was during the release of Carnival
  • His smile T-T
  • His laugh 
  • His tattoos
  • *fans self*
  • I come alive when his chest piece peaks out 
  • His love for all things rose gold
  • His love for art 
  • His awareness of what’s going on in the world 
  • How many 20 something people can you name who read a physical newspaper???
  • Watches League of Legends games in bed 
  • Let’s play sometime Bang 
  • Remember that edit he made of “Feel So Good”
  • but he really just slowed it down like 10x
  • Made B.A.B.Y bc someone requested a fan song at a fan sign 
  • His reaction when the other members imitate his deep voice
  • Speaking of…
  • HIS VOICE
  • I could listen to him talk until the end of time 
  • His voice is so deep but so beautiful and soft 
  • He never rushes his words
  • Everything he says is thought out 
  • His rapping
  • But I honestly melt when he sings 
  • His singing is heavenly  
  • I hope he sings more in the future 
  • That time he broke an apple in half with his hands but he couldn’t believe he did it 
  • Never in a hurry 
  • Like ever 
  • Snails move faster than him 
  • If there was a zombie apocalypse he would be the first to go
  • Shades TS
  • Loves ramen
  • Give him another ramen cf
  • Used to be a telemarketer 
  • His telemarketer voice lol 
  • The way he runs his hands through his hair 
  • His lying down show on V app
  • I have never screamed and cried so much during a live broadcast 
  • He knew what to do to drive BABYz crazy
  • Ugh he was being so cute then T^T
  • Giving the camera kisses 
  • And telling us to get under the covers with him 
  • Bang pls, my heart 
  • But it was so cute that he asked the members how to work the V app just so he could talk to us 
  • When asked where he would take someone on the first date, he said he’d invite them into his shirt 
  • Ok bye how do I get that date 
  • When he wears glasses 
  • His clothing style 
  • His love for Tigger
  • The character and his dog 
  • He sends videos of Tigger to the members 
  • How pure is that T^T
  • The way he is with children
  • His compassion and charity
  • Wants to make the world better 
  • Influences his members and BABYz to do good deeds
  • Old soul
  • But so beautiful and kind 
  • His birthmark 
  • Failed his driving test not once, but 3 times
  • Like dude I failed mine on the first try bc of a technicality 
  • But 3 times???? 
  • It’s okay there are lots of people who will drive you around :) 
  • Drunkenness 
  • His Instagram is black & white bc color hurts his eyes 
  • “Our team came back”
  • “Yah, Moon Jongup”
  • He works so hard to give us good music 
  • I’m glad he’s resting now 
  • His haNDS
  • They are the most beautiful hands I have ever seen 
  • And they are SO SOFT 
  • I cry when I think about his hands
  • Remember when Himchan posted that picture of Yongguk getting a manicure 
  • What a couple 
  • “Bang” makes for some great ship names
  • Straight up said he loves the other members more than BABYz 
  • The most patient man I have ever seen 
  • If he ever gets angry, he doesn’t curse
  • He just speaks in an even lower tone
  • The time he was playing a game with cups on The Show and almost lost his shit because the cups kept falling down
  • The foundation of B.A.P
  • Kept B.A.P together 
  • “Alone you might be weak, but together we can be strong" 
  • This man if full of great quotes and wisdom
  • Especially: "banana shake”
  • The amount of emotion he puts into every rap 
  • His songs on SoundCloud 
  • He shows his vulnerability through his songs
  • AM 4:44
  • I cannot tell you how many times I played AM 4:44 on repeat during hard times 
  • I remember the first time I heard it I was covered in goosebumps 
  • I still get them
  • When I read the lyrics I cried 
  • He poured every ounce of himself into that song
  • “Everything’s gonna be alright" 
  • A simple yet powerful sentence 
  • I wonder if he realizes that one sentence has been a source of strength for many BABYz
  • I wonder if he realizes that B.A.P has been a huge source of strength for BABYz
  • Thank you, B.A.P, for being our strength

Feel free to add some of your favorite Yongguk things! Our precious gummy leader.

YG | HC | DH | YJ | JU | ZL

The Elf and the Dwarf

Overall Summary: Erebor was reclaimed and the line of Durin had not ended. You were an elf and now that your quest was over, you didn’t know what to do especially since you gained feelings for a certain King Under the Mountain. 

Chapter Summary: You and Thorin finally have a one-on-one

Categories: Humor, Romance, Angst

Pairings: Thorin x Fem!Reader

A/N: This is the second to last chapter of this series because this just needs to end. Once I am done with this series, it will go through some MAJOR EDITING and will be moved to A03 as well 

Strike Through = Current Chapter

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 -Chapter 7 - Chapter 8  - Chapter 9

As the festivities begin to slow down, you decide take a look around to see who was still left. Bard and his children left many hours ago and you were left talking to Dis.

She was not as intimidating than you originally thought. She was actually quite funny. You could see where Kili and Fili got it from, honestly. She told you about her days growing up with Thorin and you didn’t realize that Thorin was quite a happy dwarf.

When you had seen her yawn, you had dismissed her and told her to go to bed. She agreed as long as you agreed to come back tomorrow for tea to which you agreed to.

You look around. The company had seemed to move from the head table to mingle with the other dwarves, humans and elves that were left.

Bilbo was currently in a conversation with Legolas and the others with their families, but there was one of the company members missing: Thorin.

You shrug and decide to retire for the night. You wer pretty sure Thorin wouldn’t mind if you borrowed your old chambers for the night. Hopefully, no one had been given that room.

You smile as you walk the halls that you still remember. There were so many memories. So many things that they have accomplished. The greatest thing that you have ever accomplished.

You pause in front of your old quarter’s doors. It was still the same as when you had left it nearly two months ago. You knock out of courtesy and you frown as you hear a voice say ‘enter’.

You open the door and walk in to find Thorin sitting on a chair by the fireplace smoking a pipe.

Thorin stands quickly.

“Y/n. I wasn’t expecting you,” he says. You just stand there awkwardly, not exactly knowing what to do. You couldn’t possibly stay here if this was his quarters, but it is strange that he should even been here in the first place. If you remembered correctly, Thorin’s quarters were at the end of the royal wing due to safety reasons.

“Thorin. I-I’m sorry. I just thought that no one was going to be here and I’d just sleep here for the night. It is far too late to be heading back to Dale at this time,” you apologize.

Thorin just shakes his head.

“No, don’t apologize. I shouldn’t have come here in the first place. I just come here to think about things,” He says and you raise an eyebrow at him.

Thorin shuffles a bit at the unexpected scrutiny.

“Why don’t we sit for a bit and then I’ll leave you?” he asks and you nod, closing the door behind you. Thorin takes a seat back in the chair and you join him next to the fire place.

“How was your night? Did Dis have a lot to talk about?” Thorin asks after a few minutes of silence. You smile at him.

“She is an absolute jewel. I think we talked the entire night away and would’ve continued to talk if she hadn’t gone to bed,” you say and Thorin raises an eyebrow at you, wondering exactly what you talked about.

“Oh?” He asks, totally curious. “Yes. She spoke a lot about how you had the knack for dressing as a princess,” you tell him and his eyes narrow.

“A story that she heard from Frerin no doubt given the fact that she wasn’t even born at the time,” Thorin huffs and you giggle.

“You are not denying that you did dress as a princess,” you tell him with a smirk. Thorin huffs, turning away from you.

“I did no such thing,” he grunts and you laugh. He turns to you with a smile on his face. He really loved that laugh of yours.

You try to gather yourself as you catch Thorin staring.

“Sorry. It’s just. Imagine you in a dress!” you exclaim, the giggles taking over again. Thorin lets a chuckle out as well.

“If you imagine Dis with scruffier hair and a beard like mine, that is what I would probably look like,” Thorin jokes and you let out another laugh.

“I like your humor Thorin Oakenshield. I don’t understand why we haven’t been friends since the beginning,” you tell him and his smile slowly fades and he laughs lightly. “It is probably because you thought I hated you when its quite the opposite,” Thorin says, looking back to the fire. Slowly, his words start to click in your head.

“Thorin-,”

“Don’t. I already know your answer, y/n. Why would an elf love me, a dwarf? A stubborn dwarf who has been nothing but a complete arse to you since the day we met. I- I should go,” Thorin says, standing.

As he walks pass your chair you grab his arm to stop him. He looks down at you and he looks absolutely heartbroken and it makes your heart clench.

“Thorin Oakenshield, I am not denying feelings for you, you stupid dwarf. I am telling you that I feel the same exact way,” You say and he pulls back in shock.

“What?” he asks and you roll your eyes. You wanted to stand to get closer to him, but because of the height difference you decided not to. IT would not help your cause right now.

“You silly dwarf. Everyone knows that I’ve been in love with you for a while now. In fact, I often became the butt of their jokes because of it,” you joke, trying to ease the tension.

“You what?” he splutters. “Oh for Mahal’s sake, Thorin! I’m in love with you stupid dwarf. Sometimes I wonder if I chose the right dwarf because you seem to be as oblivious as-,” but your musings are interrupted as Thorin closes the distance between the both of you.

His lips were just as soft as you expected, if not softer. IT was strange that it should be this soft. You thought that they would’ve been roughened with the years of travel, but they weren’t and you were glad.

Thorin pulls back and rests his forehead on yours. You give out a breathy chuckle as you open your eyes.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that,” you tell him and he chuckles as well. “I think I do,” he tells you, pulling back. He smiles at you and you smile back, but the moment is ruined as he lets out a yawn. You giggle and stand.

“I think it’s time that you go to bed,” you tell him and he smiles. “Join me?” he asks and you nod. After disrobing, the both of you climb into bed, facing each other.

“Goodnight, amralime,” he says, placing a kiss on your nose. “Goodnight, melamin,” you tell him, smiling as you rest for the night, happy to finally be with the one you love.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request a little angsty prompt where Jughead sees Archie and his father having a really intimate moment and Juggie breaks down in the shower crying because it hurts him to not have this with his father. Betty makes a surprise visit and comforts him? With a teenie tiny bit (meaning: a lot) of fluff in the end? Enjoy your day 💓

Thank you for the prompt, sorry it took so long!


“Voicemail again?” The gruff, muted tones of Fred Andrews float down the hall. Jughead pauses, one hand still gripping the banister, socked foot making a barely distinguishable thud as it hits the floor.

“Yeah,” came Archie’s reply. His voice sounds thick, like he was talking around a substantial lump that had formed in his throat. Jughead knew the feeling well. “I just really wanted to talk to her, especially after everything that happened with…” He trails off, and Jughead could picture the way his face would be flushing red, clashing awfully with his hair. While the secret of Archie’s less than conventional summer fling with his very own Miss Honey had finally seen the light of day it still wasn’t exactly a topic that everyone was rushing to converse about openly.

Jughead hears a rustle of fabric, assuming that Fred has slapped a comforting hand on his son’s shoulder in a way that fathers in movies always do.

“She does care about you, Arch. Things are just busy in Chicago I’m sure and… hey, come on,” Fred trails off. There’s the scrape of metal against tiled floors followed by a shuddery exhale, muffled by the close press of flannel against lips. Jughead can feel the uncomfortable prickle of intrusion crawl up the back of his neck but he’s never been very good at impulse control - must run in the family, he thinks wryly. He holds his breathe, as if that would lessen his chances of being caught, as he peers gingerly round the doorway.

Fred has Archie in his embrace, one arm securely around the expanse of his back, the other hand clasped at the nape of his neck, one finger gently rubbing back and forth through the short hairs there as Archie’s face buries itself against the dip in his dad’s collarbone, shoulders shaking to expel his sadness.

“It’s alright, son. I’ve got you,” Fred repeats soothingly, and Jughead always was fond of how Fred disregarded the toxic boundaries of fragile masculinity. His eyes are glued to that finger, moving so little against Archie’s hair but doing so much to dispel the tension, easing the ache in the boy’s chest. Jughead blinks rapidly as a thick, wadded up ball of want smacks him directly in the chest. Clawing fingers tighten round his heart, threatening to pierce the barely beating muscle the longer he stays watching the prime time scene unfold before him.

A shiver runs down his spine and he’s suddenly frozen from the inside out. His fingers are shaking as he turns on his heel and ascends the stairs once again, as quietly as he can, hoping the phantom chattering of his teeth doesn’t give him away. He stumbles into the bathroom, closing the door by pressing his weight against the wood when his body becomes too heavy to hold up on its own. He moves in a daze, fingers turning on the shower and mechanically stripping himself of his many layers of armour until they are in a puddle at his feet, beanie lost beneath them.

The room clouds over with a haze of steam, but Jughead doesn’t notice it past the film that’s already covering his eyes. His skin burns beneath the scalding water and he welcomes the pain. Anything is better than the persistent numbness that makes him itch all over, wishing he could crawl his way out of his skin for just a few hours relief. His head falls forward beneath the spray, a fountain of water dampening his dark locks, creating a curtain around his face and flooding his ears with a roar that is so much more appealing that the ever-present reminder of abandoned, unwanted, alone that plays like a stuck record in his mind.

He can’t recall when he started to cry but suddenly the water filling his mouth has a distinct salty tang on his tongue, eyes screwing shut and lips pulling back over his teeth as he wracks with silent sobs; if there is one thing he knows it’s how to avoid drawing attention to himself. He slips down the condensation covered tiles, sinking to the porcelain tub below with a marked slowness. Knees press to his chest, arms circling his legs, while his head tucks itself in the small, dark cavern his crumpled body creates. His shoulders shake and the ghost of a comforting finger strokes the hairs at the base of his neck.

***

“Oh. Hey, Betty,” Fred greets the blonde at the door with warm surprise, returning her gentle smile.

“Hi, Mr Andrews. Is Jughead home? I was supposed to come over so we could go over the edits for The Blue and Gold,” she chirps, peering around his sturdy form in the doorway, hoping to catch a glimpse of grey and blue lurking in the depths of the house.

“Err, yeah I think he’s in his room. Head on up,” Fred replies, waving her inside. She smiles at him again, her eyes briefly flicking over his shoulder when she catches a view of Archie in the living room. He’s lain out on the sofa, worn checked blanket draped over his bulky frame, Vegas curled on top of his slightly tucked up feet. Betty’s brow creases slightly as she takes in his eyes, noticeably puffy even though they’re closed and flickering in light sleep. She drags her worried gaze from her best friend as she climbs the stairs, making a note to ask Jughead if he’s okay once she finds him.

“Jug?” she calls uncertainly as she rounds the banister, poking her head inside his doorway but coming up empty, greeted only by the sight of crumpled sheets and strewn clothes. The rushing of the shower reaches her ears and she takes tentative steps down the hallway. “Juggie?” She hesitates, pressing her ear closer to the white painted wood.

A gut wrenching sob echoes from within and Betty’s trying the handle before she can even think about what she’s doing. The door gives under her hand, swinging open to allow her inside. Green eyes roam frantically around the room before landing on the hunched body beneath the shower head. A gasp slips from between her parted lips as instant tears prick the corner of her eyes.

Jughead looks so small, swallowed up against the vast whiteness of the bathroom, lost behind the cloying steam that has accumulated around them. It presses on Betty’s chest, making it even harder to breathe as a tightness settles in her chest at the sight of the broken boy before her.

She rushes forwards, dropping to her knees and reaching out to him. The fabric of her sweater soaks the cascading water up thirstily, causing it to lay heavy and irritating against the delicate skin of her wrists. She barely notices the sensation, pulling at Jughead’s shoulder and placing her hand on his cheek until he lifts his face to her. There’s a void in his eyes that snatches all the oxygen from her lungs.

“Oh, Jughead,” she breathes, her voice merely air as she leans further over the lip of the bathtub, clutching at his back and pressing his face into the curve of her neck as he continues to cry.

Betty isn’t sure how much time passes but the water begins to run cold and soon enough Jughead begins to shiver beneath her embrace. She doesn’t speak as she reaches out with one hand to turn off the tap, plunging them into a sudden silence, only his jagged breathing echoing off the walls now. She guides him up with gentle, persistent hands, moving to pick up one of the Andrew’s fluffy blue towels from the rack behind them as Jughead keeps his eyes downcast, unseeing.

His nakedness doesn’t go unnoticed by her as she wraps him in the warm fabric, helping him step onto the ground with a palm between his shoulder blades. But there’s a whole other nakedness he’s showing her right now, a vulnerability of his soul that’s so open and raw in this instant that she’s afraid to touch it in fear of infecting the wound. They shuffle into Jughead’s room, Betty guiding him to stand by the desk while she goes to close the door softly, checking the hallway for any sign of the other occupants in the house. Jughead still hasn’t spoken, chapped lips hanging open slightly as he pulls in rough, tired breaths.

Betty strips off her drenched sweater, leaving it in amongst the other clothes on the floor before she opens his dresser, picking out a shirt at random and pulling it over her slightly damp head.

Jughead can feel himself coming to his senses, thankful that the hot flush of his skin could be attributed to the water, even though he knows that she sees his shame burning beneath. Betty only addresses him with soft understanding, coming over to press a sweet kiss to the dark spots of colour on either cheek.

Her hands begin to move over his body, rubbing the towel gently against his wet skin to dry him off. She’s methodical and attentive in only the way a Cooper could be, making sure he’s completely dry before she’s satisfied. She crouches at his feet, pulling at one foot and then the other to help him into a clean pair of pajama pants before sliding them up his legs and settling the elastic comfortably against his waist. She raises his arms, slipping the freshly laundered shirt over his torso, too.

She’s treating him like a child, and he can’t bring himself to mind. She’s flooding him with an affection that borders on motherly and it just feels so nice that he doesn’t want her to stop. The tender touches and systematic routine of it all reeks of nostalgia for something he can’t even remember if he ever had. Jughead thinks he’s probably only read about it in books, seen it on TV, but he knows what it’s supposed to be like and this is it. His heart begins thrumming faster as she runs her fingertips over his chest.

Betty pushes on his shoulders until he’s sitting on the edge of the mattress, kneeling behind him with the towel in hand again. She drags it over his dripping hair, gently scrunching her hands in a motion so soothing that it has Jughead closing his eyes, drawing his lower lip between his teeth as he fights back tears he doesn’t even think he’s capable of anymore. Tears of contentment.

The towel is abandoned once she’s finished, replaced by the drag of his comb through his drying waves. Betty remembers how she’d sit before her vanity as a child while Alice pulled a brush through her flaxen locks, sending her into a dazed sleep before she even made it between the sheets. The corners of her mouth tilt upwards as she notes the way Jughead’s head is beginning to loll, and a low hum reverberates in his chest at her ministrations.

At this, Betty sets the comb down, pulling him back onto the bed and into her embrace, draping the duvet over both of them, kissing his forehead chastely before she tucks his head beneath her chin, legs tangling together beneath the covers.

“You are loved, Jughead Jones,” she whispers into the stillness, feeling the rhythmic fanning of his breath against the skin of her neck stop as his next exhale catches in his throat. The tension leaves her shoulders as it resumes, Jughead shuffling closer to the enveloping warmth of her body.

“I know,” he replies. And he’s starting to believe it.

2

G: What do you think? Now I’m jungle ready AND looking good!
H: *scoffs* Ya, if sweating buckets and looking like a dork is the new En Vogue.
G: No one asked you, Pataki.
H: No one had to ask, I’m performing a public service here. That things an atrocity to mankind and a health hazard.
G: *rolls eyes* Arnold, what do you think? Cool right?
A: Um, Gerald… Helga has a point.
G: Man, you’re supposed to support me as my best friend!
A: No, I’m supposed to keep you from doing something crazy. You could get heat stroke like that in this weather!
G: Tch. Phoebe! What do you think?
P: I think you look quite nice actua-
H: Her opinion doesn’t count.
G: What? And WHY not?
H: She’s biased. Completely blinded.
G: Blinded by WHAT?
H: That’s classified information. Now can you just wear your freaking t-shirt and get rid of that thing already, ya chucklehead!
G: What, no! Do you know how long I’ve been wanting this limited edition sweatshirt for? This is the best compromise I could think of after one of the sleeves ripped off and a huge tear was made in the side of it!
A: *sighs* … Gerald.
H: Look Geraldo, I’m not gonna get slowed down on this little mission of ours just because YOU decided to be an idiot and collapsed from the heat. Either you change into your t-shirt and get rid of that thing, or I pound you until you do. Your. Choice!!!
G: Alright, alright!


In which I once again got carried away with something silly. The crop top idea is all @farkledagain ‘s fault btw. And it started b/c I was a little surprised by Gerald still wearing his sweatshirt in the jungle in that one screenshot we got from Craig. It looks like it’s pretty thick too. I suppose, now that I think about it, it could just be night time lol. Either way I like poking fun at my children so no regrets. 

Also I imagine Arnold would ask his parents if they could help him get Gerald a new sweatshirt after they’re back home as a thank you for helping out and b/c he’d feel guilty about it having been ruined.

And sorry for the lack of stuff lately, been working mainly on shortakiweek stuff and i can’t share that until it’s time to.

"Say swear to God!"

His fingers played with your arm like it was the strings of his favorite guitars. Your head rested on the crock of his neck. You keep reading your book while Shawn mumbles on your ear. It was moments like this that made you the happiest girl on earth. On your older relationships, moments of silence were uncomfortable, but with Shawn, silence was like it was supposed to be, you were both comfortable in it. Your eyes are following the flow of words on the page, it was the first time in your life that you were reading Harry Potter. You couldn’t take your eyes of the book,you’re close to the ending and you wanted to know how it was going to end. Shawn chuckles and you take your attention off from the book. 

“Why are you laughing?” You asked trying to look at his phone. 

“It’s just funny, people can’t stop to post that picture of me holding that cute cat at the beach.” Shawn shows you the picture that a fan edit. 

“I like that edition, could you send me?” You take a screenshot of the pic on his phone. “And people can’t get over this picture for obvious reasons. Cute guys with cute cats or dog always get more likes.”

“Why I never thought on that?” 

“Because sometimes you can be a little slow!” You kiss his jawline and he smiles back to you. “What are you thinking about the book? Are you liking? Are you loving? What’s your favorite part?”

“Slow down cowboy, I still didn’t finish the book, but I am liking. It just doesn’t have enough for me to love yet.” 

“Are you finishing?”

“Yep, just a few more chapters and I’m done.”

“That’s great! Then we can leave and buy you the second one.”

“Will I be able to breathe or eat between the reading?” You laugh at his excitement. 

“We can manage that. Did you already get to the part where Harry and Rony are going to Poudlard in the flying car?”

“Did you just spoiled me Shawn Peter Raul Mendes?” You look at him pissed, hitting his arm with the book. 

“I will shut my mouth until you finish reading the last book, I promise you, babe!”

“Say swear to God Shawn!”

“Haha, that’s so funny y/n!” He pretends to laugh at it, but you keep looking at him with your serious face. 

“I’m seriously Shawn! Say swear to God! I’m waiting!”

“Are you kidding?” He keeps looking at your eyes, and finally, give up. “I swear to God, y/n!” You start laughing at him. 

“God, I love that so much! I don’t know why you keep falling for this one!”

lana?? is?? my?? everything??
i love her so much hOO BOY also note; this is so so short, i’m sorry about that but i’m working on so many different things right now!! i promise the next post will be much longer!


Zen:
  • I feel like he’d love the earlier side of lana, songs like: kinda outta luck, cherry blossom, and is it wrong would be his favorite! they could all be songs in some super cool spy movie, or cherry blossom is so sweet and adorable; especially when you sing it. lowkey see him digging ‘you can be the boss’ as well.

Jumin:
  • Yayo. Not the paradise edition either, the raw version! Hands down, his favorite. Normally he doesn’t really like music with lyrics, he’s an instrumental kinda guy. And he much prefers for you to sing the songs for him– But it’s insanely slow and seductive so he likes it a ton. Especially the “ let me put on, a show for you daddy ” bit BUSSANUT

Yoosung:
  • I feel like he’d be a bit shy listening to her music since the themes are sort of mature. He doesn’t really listen too much, But I think he’d like Lolita and video games. Favorite has to be Love though. It’s so pretty; the music and the video, plus it describes your relationship pretty well.

Jaehee:
  • Eh, she doesn’t listen to lana too much. Maybe she’d like summertime sadness though! Relatable but Jaehee is sad and stressed 24/7. poor baby. save her. but there’s not much other than that she really likes; More into Zen’s music than anything else honestly. But I see her liking summer wine too, it’s catchy and pretty in a seductive kind of way.

Seven:
  • hoe for lana. Loves everything she makes honestly, but he really likes born to die, freak, and cola. especially cola. seven a freakk Probably owns merch too though, bought a record player just for the born to die vinyl. And totally has one of those annoying “ lana del BAE ” shirts because he loves it what a NERD

V:
  • The ocean ( aka kill kill ) reminds me so much of V x Rika so I feel like he’d like that song because of nostalgia. Cruel world is also a favorite, but he absolutely adores Love. It makes him feel happy while listening to it, even though he’s not too young; he certainly is in love.

Saeran:
  • Fucked my way up to the top is his favorite. Probably just likes it because it says the F word what a dweeb. But high by the beach makes him sad yet happy in the same breath so he’d really like that as well. And west coast, its catchy!

Vanderwood:
  • Ride would be his favorite, it makes him nostalgic. Totally loves kinda outta luck too, especially if you sing it since it’s cute yet dangerous in a sexy sort of way.
4

“I just think I—up until a few years ago, I was close-minded in my conception of what could bring me sustenance. That it’s not this kind of—achievement can be very empty. I think it’s glorified nonetheless, but it can be very empty. And, you know, it’ll sound like whatever it’ll sound like, but just slow it down. You know, appreciate the food, appreciate the conversation, appreciate — and there is great joy in that.”

Here for You

Hey, everyone! This is my submission for ChoicesCreates Round #19. The prompt was the gorgeous picture below. 

Thanks to @hollyashton and @pb-boeboe! I really enjoyed writing this and I hope people enjoy it! 

Book: The Freshman

Pairing: Chris x MC

Chris watches Maggie typing furiously at her laptop’s keyboard. She looks tired. No, its more than that. She looks utterly exhausted. She’s been working so hard. Between the edits on her book, working with James on the paper, and all her school work, she’s been overextending herself.

He doesn’t remember the last time they ate a meal together. He thinks she’s losing weight and he’s pretty sure she’s not sleeping. The last few nights, he’s gone to bed alone and woken up to a cold bed. He had hoped she was just falling asleep on the sofa, but now he’s not so sure. She’s looking gaunt with dark circles around her eyes and it hurts to see her so worn down.

“Hey, Maggie?” he asks as he sits down beside her on the couch.

“Hmmm?” Maggie murmurs distractedly.

“Can you take a break? Maybe get something to eat with me?”

He watches her eyes flit back and forth across her screen, never looking up at him. She pounds at the delete key angrily as she replies to him.

“I can’t, Chris. I have to finish these edits or I’m going to lose my scholarship.”

“I know you have a lot to do, but just a break - an hour, maybe two.”

“I can’t.” She hasn’t looked at him once and Chris sighs.

“Maggie, you’re working yourself too hard,” he says gently. He tries offering her a compromise, “Maybe while you’re working on these edits, you could slow down on the newspaper?”

“James is counting on me. The paper is really important to him and he needs me.”

“I know he appreciates all your help, but you can’t keep this pace up. You need to slow down or stop for a while.”

You need to stop, Chris,” she bites out at him suddenly. She finally turns to look at him, angry and sneering, “You’re not my mom. Stop acting like you are.”

“I’m not,” Chris says, his own anger at her reaction boiling up inside him. “I’m your boyfriend who loves you and is really worried about you. That’s what I”m acting like.”

“Yeah, well, don’t. I’m fine.” She turns back to her laptop once again.

“You’re not fine, Maggie! You’re not eating. You’re not sleeping. You need to rest. Your work is going to suffer if you keep trying to go at this pace,” he pleads desperately with her.

This time she doesn’t answer at all. She keeps her eyes focused on her laptop, completely ignoring him.

Chris stares at her. He knows he shouldn’t overstep, but he doesn’t know what else to do and he’s had enough of her killing herself over this stuff.

“I’m calling James and telling him you’re not submitting an article this week or next because you need to rest,” Chris tells her as he stands and pulls out his phone.

“What the hell, Chris? You can’t do that!” Maggie yells. She tosses her laptop beside her on the couch and stands to face him.

“You’re running yourself into the ground, Maggie! Sooner or later, you’re going to burn out and I won’t let that happen.”

“I’m fine!” she shouts again.

“You’re not! You need to take a break.You need to stop at least for a while!”

“Chris, I can’t stop! I can’t!” she shouts at him, her voice trembling with anger and exhaustion. “Everyone is counting on me. I promised Gabriella I’d give her 3 chapters worth of edits. I promised Kaitlyn I’d help her organize her next show. I promised Zack I’d check out that new club downtown. I promised James I’d have two articles done by tomorrow. I don’t want to screw this up! And I can’t let everyone down. I can’t, Chris. I just can’t.” Her voice breaks as she begins to cry in great heaving sobs. Chris quickly wraps her in his arms.

“Maggie…it’s okay,” he holds her for long minutes as she cries. He gently picks her up, lifting her easily into his arms, and carries her down the hall to her bedroom. She clings to him, still crying, and her hot tears soak into his sweater. This is exactly what he didn’t want and its breaking his heart.

When they reach Maggie’s room, he pushes the door open with his shoulder and sets her on the bed before laying down beside her. He cradles her in his arms and just holds her as her crying slowly subsides.  

“I know you want to make everyone happy and you’re afraid of letting them down,” he whispers into her hair, “but it can’t come at the cost of your own physical and mental health. We love you too much to let that happen.”

Maggie sniffles and buries her head in his shoulder. Chris presses a gentle kiss to the top of her head and draws her closer.

“Listen,” he says gently, “All any of us want is for you to be happy and healthy. Would you be okay if I called the others and told them you need a week or two off from some of your responsibilities? I know you need to work on your edits for the scholarship and that school work can’t wait, but James, Kaitlyn, and Zack? They’ll all understand.”

Slowly, Maggie nods and leans back to look up at him. Chris kisses her gently and is relieved when he feels Maggie’s hand cup his cheek, letting the kiss linger for a long moment.

“I’m sorry I got mad,” she apologizes quietly. “I know you’re only trying to take care of me and I’ve let myself get obsessed with everything lately. I just..I really want to be there for everyone and this book is so important…” She trails off as tears begin gathering in her eyes again.

“Hey, hey,” Chris shushes her as he wipes her tears away with his thumb. “You care so much, Maggie, and I love that about you, but you have to let us take care of you too, okay?”

Maggie breathes in a deep shuddering breath and nods again. “I’ll try, Chris.”

“Good. Now, why don’t you go take a long a shower and I’ll make some grilled cheese and tomato soup and then you can go to bed.”

“Thank you,” Maggie whispers and kisses him once again.

As Maggie heads upstairs to shower, Chris quickly texts James, Kaitlyn, and Zack explaining the situation. He gets replies from all three as he begins preparing the grilled cheese.

Kaitlyn: OMG! Poor Maggie! Tell her not to worry. The show is almost set up! And ell her I’m bringing home ice cream and cupcakes after class!! 🎂💜🍦

James: Thanks for letting me know, Chris. I know she’s been more tired, but I didn’t realize how bad it was. Please tell her Reyna and I will handle the paper for the next couple weeks. Give her my best.

Zack: Tyler and Abbie can check out the club with me! Tell Maggie to rest up and relax! Let me know if I need to bring anything home!!! ❤️

Chris smiles, relieved. He knew they’d all understand. Maggie was the heart of their group. She takes care of all of them and she’s always there for them. It’s time they took care of her. An idea starts percolating in his mind. It’s already Wednesday and he doesn’t have a game this week. Pulling out his phone, Chris starts planning.

————————————————————

On Friday, Maggie hefts her backpack onto her shoulder and walks out of her American lit class. Even after just a couple of good night’s sleep, she’s starting to feel a little better. Chris was right. She was pushing too hard. Backing down on the paper has been difficult and she’s still worried that she’s letting James down, but not having to worry about writing articles for the next couple weeks has helped her feel like she’s not drowning in work anymore.

As she walks out of the language arts building into the cool early November air, she spots Chris. He’s leaning against his old jeep, eyes are closed and face tilted up into the sunshine.

“Chris!” she calls out to him.

He opens his eyes and looks over her. He stands and starts walking toward her as a wide smile slowly spreads across his face. He looks so good, tall and handsome…and that smile? That smile is hers. That’s the one he gives her when its just the two of them. It’s bright, warm, and tender and makes his eyes crinkle at the edges. It’s like he’s smiling with his whole soul and it’s shining out at her. Her heart flip-flops at the sight. She’s so lucky to have found him, to be loved by him. Returning his smile, she runs across the grass, dropping her backpack as she runs, and throws herself into his arms. Chris spins her around and kisses her sweetly before resting his forehead on hers.

“Hey there,” he grins at her.

“Hey, yourself.”

“So I hear you’ve got a free weekend.”

“I do, in fact,” Maggie says, “My very pushy, very caring boyfriend cleared my schedule.”

“Ah, well,” Chris replies, playing along with her, “he sounds like a great guy who really loves you.”

“He’s amazing and he does love me, almost as much as I love him,” Maggie smiles tenderly at him.

“Oh, no,” Chris corrects her. He shakes his head and whispers, “More. He loves you more than you can even imagine.”

Maggie blushes at Chris’s earnest words and the way his blue eyes blaze with love and affection for her. She goes up on her tiptoes and kisses him again.

“How about we call it even?”

“Sounds good,” Chris grins again and picks up her backpack. Taking her hand, he pulls her toward the jeep. “So I have a little surprise for you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yup.” Chris opens the door of the jeep for her. “Hop in. Your bags are already packed. Abbie made us snacks. Kaitlyn made us a road trip mix. Zack promised to feed Gerald.”

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

Chris drives them northeast. The fall colors are mostly gone, but few leaves still linger, glowing yellow in the afternoon light. Maggie dozes off to the sound of Michael Buble (Kaitlyn knows how much she loves him) and wakes up a couple hours later as they pull into a parking lot near a sandy beach.

They’ve arrived just in time for the sunset. There are only a few people around. The cold air and cloudy skies earlier in the day had scared off most tourists. The skies are starting to clear now and are streaked through with oranges and blues as the sun sinks below the horizon.

Chris puts his arm around her shoulder as they sit on the beach in silence. Maggie leans into his warm embrace, savoring the heat radiating off him.

“I’m sorry I lost control for a while,” she says with a soft sigh.

“Hey, don’t apologize,” Chris chides her gently. “I know you’re under a lot of stress and you have a lot on your plate. Just remember, we’re here for you too. You do so much for all of us, Maggie. You just need to let us take care of you sometimes.”

“I know and I’m really lucky to have all of you. You keep telling me when I start going off the deep end and I’ll try be better at listening you and not getting so defensive.”

“You’re fine, Maggie. We’ve got your back,” Chris promises and leans down to give her a tender, lingering kiss. 

They spend the weekend walking along the beach until the cold forces them inside to warm up. Maggie feels the anxiety and stress she was under start to melt away in the quiet moments she and Chris share. By the time, they head home on Sunday morning, Maggie feels happier and more at peace than she’s felt since the beginning of the school year.

Reaching across the console in the jeep, Maggie laces her fingers with Chris’s and gives his hand a squeeze.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Chris.”

“Always, Maggie,” he says with a warm smile, “We take care of each other.”

anonymous asked:

i wonder when they'll release the video, "soon" could mean a few hours, 3 days or an entire month according to joji

Yeah I was thinking about that the other day, about 88 and Joji’s promotion of things. It ends up getting dragged out over days, weeks, and months until you have no idea when it’s coming out. I’m a little concerned if they keep doing that people are going to lose interest. I actually keep forgetting the Window video is even coming out

Although, since they’re creators things could go wrong in the process that slow them down, or maybe they want to take extra time to dedicate to the projects. I think the Window video is an hour long film and that’s pretty intense. I’m thinking maybe Alex isn’t completely finished editing and he’s hoping to be done soon. Even Pia (the model in the video) doesn’t know when it’s going to come out. So I’m thinking maybe they don’t know themselves when it’s going to be out, but are hoping it’s as soon as possible.