i expect all of you at my memorial

Late Late Show

Summary: At the launch of your new series Riverdale, you and Cole’s relationship has finally become public after KJ leaked a photo of you two out of character onto Twitter. In addition to dating him, your character is Jughead’s love interest, and so you have an interview with James Cordon.

Word Count: 1141

Originally posted by paranoid-papi

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

“Everyone please welcome, one of the newest stars of the CW’s hit Riverdale, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!”

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Google Salutes the Birth of Hip Hop with Interactive Doodle

Google is celebrating the 44th anniversary of hip-hop today with an interactive doodle on its homepage. Kool Herc’s party at 1520 Sedgwick Avenue in the Bronx 44 years ago is cited as the crystallization of influences that became known as hip-hop. Google’s keyword team spoke with Kevin Burke, Ryan Germick Perla Campos who are behind the doodle. They also worked with hip-hop legends Fab 5 Freddy who was the first host of Yo! MTV Raps and Def Jam logo creator and visual artist Cey Adams. Check out their story behind the doodle,

Keyword: How did you come up with the idea for this Doodle?

Kevin: I’m a huge Hip Hop fan. Growing up outside New Orleans, it was a part of my DNA-performing Hip Hop in my high school band, adding Hip Hop to my college radio station’s rotation, and working on the set of Outkast’s “Ms. Jackson” music video in my first job out of college. Hip Hop has been a constant thread through my life and I wanted to bring my love of it to a Doodle. I developed the concept for interactive turntables, showed it to my manager Ryan (also a fan of Hip Hop), and he lost it. He said, “let’s make it tomorrow!”

OK, so people were into the idea. But Hip Hop is such a big topic. How did you decide what to focus on?

Perla: From the beginning, we were thinking big. I mean, Hip Hop touches so many parts of culture but a lot of people don’t know much about its origins. So, we anchored the Doodle to the birth of Hip Hop, and wanted to celebrate the people who pioneered the movement. We hope to give them the voice and the recognition they deserve, which is what Doodles are all about-shining light on times of history that maybe you didn’t know about. 

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“love" by jack zimmermann || a zimbits fic || 3.3k

“Come in.” Bitty thanks the lord for the legitimate reprieve from the essay he’s been painfully forcing himself through all afternoon.

Jack enters, looking happier than normal. Bitty sees why immediately, and the smile that came onto his face when he saw Jack slips right back into a frown. Jack’s holding another memory card.

“I’m got some new footage,” Jack says in confirmation of Bitty’s fears.

“Jack, you’ve got to stop giving me new material.”

Jack’s smile drops at Bitty’s harsh tone, and his eyebrows draw together in a way that would be adorable if not for the circumstance and the fact Bitty is the one to make them that way. “Why?”

“Coz, honey, it’s not gonna help.” Bitty’s too exhausted to bother being embarrassed that the endearment slipped out.

Jack opens his mouth lamely. He looks down at the memory card in his hand then back to Bitty with sad eyes.

“Sit down.” Bitty gestures to his bed, thankful that he made it earlier while procrastinating. He rubs his sore eyes as Jack perches on the bed, then sighs out.

“Your assessment is to create a two-minute video based on love, yes?”

Jack nods. Bitty rubs at his eyes again, thinking of how to be honest without being hurtful.

“You’re an amazing photographer, and it comes across.” Jack picks his head up, looking hopefully at Bitty. It breaks his heart to have to continue. “But there’s no story here. There’s no love. I mean, unless your story is that you really love your camera. I can’t… I’m sorry, I can’t help you make anything out of this.”

Bitty tries to make his voice gentle. Jack turns his head away from Bitty anyway, but not quick enough that Bitty can’t see the hurt.

Bitty’s happily been helping Jack with his AV assessment after Jack asked. He gets to spend time with Jack doing something that Jack loves. But now he owes it as a friend to tell Jack the truth, even if it makes them both sad.

“Sorry, Bits,” Jack mumbles, still not looking at him.

“It’s alright.” Bitty already feels a little guilty for springing it on Jack with no warning. He crosses his arms, then realises that may come across as defensive if Jack ever looks back at him, so rests them back on his knees. “Look, I don’t mean to be rude, I just want you to do well.”

Jack gives a brisk nod, but still avoids looking back at Bitty.

Bitty’s not sure what else he can do for Jack, so he simply waits.

Jack clears his throat after a moment and stands up. He looks at the memory card before putting it into a pocket.

“Thanks anyway. Sorry for interrupting your essay.”

“It’s alright,” Bitty repeats, but Jack’s already out the door.

Bitty slumps into his seat and stares at his closed door. He really didn’t mean to hurt Jack, but he didn’t think what he said would be that much of a shock either. Jack’s not ignorant to emotion, no-matter what the news articles sometimes say about him.

He swings his chair back round to stare at his essay, starting up on it again as a distraction.

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Two Nights Stand Part 8

Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell. Following her advice, you have a bad one night stand with Bucky Barnes, but what happened when you are forced to spend time with him?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1548

Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name. Loats of fluffy.

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Credits to the gifs owners

Originally posted by spdrparker


You wake up with the sound of water, when you open your eyes you see that you are alone in bed, so Bucky must be indeed in the shower. Looking around you see that is only 1 a.m.. So many things happened in these last 24 hours, but still, you are in the same place that you were 24 hours ago, in Bucky’s bed.

How could your feelings towards someone change so much in just one day? You want to go home, you need some time to think about all this, preferably on your bathtub drinking some wine. You liked Bucky, he was easy to talk to and you felt comfortable around him.

Nonetheless, this is supposed to be just a one night stand, no strings attached and you can’t expect him to feel the same way about you. You two shared a lot in the last day, painful memories, funny stories and amazing sex, to be honest.

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I did something really stupid today

Earlier today, I did something that received a lot of backlash and with good reason. It was wrong and insensitive for me to talk about something that’s happening in real life and use something that is supposed to be light hearted, fun, and loving as a vehicle to raise awareness about this issue. Even worse was to drag the fandom into this painful situation.

And I am going to name it: I mentioned and used the anime series, Yuri on Ice to raise awareness of the extreme homophobia and treatment of gays in Russia. In the post, I tactlessly and poorly pointed out how unrealistic the official couple, Viktuuri, would be due to the current nature of Russia in real life in regards to their stance on Same Sex relations. To finish, I used this relationship as a reason to protest against the homophobia there.
It was wrong of me to do that.

At that time of posting, I was mindless and impulsive. I heard about the news of what is happening on Tumblr and my thoughts were to spread that news in a fandom, which I personally am a part of, as the issue of same-sex relationships are also a major part of the story. I made the connection, hoping this would further highlight the homophobia in Russia, and raise awareness.

Instead, I received a harsh reminder from the tumblr community to keep these two things separated. I was told to delete my account, that they are not real people, that my behaviour went too far, and that the problems were real and I shouldn’t have taken it so lightly when responding to it.

And you are all right about that.
I am regretting what I have done and I don’t expect anyone here on tumblr to forgive or accept my apologies for what I have done.
So, I want to say how sorry I am for what I did earlier today.
I took down the post, but I am here to tell you that it did happen earlier today at 10:30-ish GMT+11 time.

And as for deletion of this account, there are too many happier memories of Tumblr in it, so I will not delete this account. I don’t want this disaster destroy my love for this platform. It raises awareness of so many issues, has beautiful fandoms and artwork, and many wonderful people on it.

I hope that this is enough for everyone.
•••••••

TL;DR- I am regretting what I did earlier, and I am sorry for my impulsive and mindless actions. I will not take this account down, but I have deleted the post. This apology post will stay just to clear things up.

Father’s Day

I just wanted to write a little feel-good fic for Father’s Day. I know not everyone will get/want to celebrate it, but I hope this will at least make you smile. Enjoy!

WARNING: spoilers ahead. Please read at your own discretion.

Note: This is going to take place post-game, the summer after everything happens. This is also an AU where everyone’s alive and well because I want them to be happy lmaoo. 


The last thing Sojiro expected when he trekked into Leblanc was a bunch of teenagers greeting him, especially when it was this early in the morning.

“Happy Father’s Day!” they cheered.

“Whoa, what’re you kids doing up so early?” 

“We came to celebrate, duh!” Futaba explained.

Haru’s dainty voice chimed like bells. “You did so much to help not only Akira, but us as well, so we wanted to express our gratitude!”

Sojiro shyly rubbed the back of his head. “You don’t have to do that; it was nothing.”

“C’mon, Boss, don’t be like that. You covered for us, so we gotta do somethin’ to thank ya for savin’ our asses,” Ryuji insisted.

“We agreed on Destinyland as our location, did we not? Perhaps I should have brought my sketchbook…”

“Dude, focus. If ya keep tryin’ to draw everything, you’ll miss out on the moments that matter. Plus you always end up gettin’ lost when ya run around sketchin’ everything…”

“Hm, you have provided me with some valuable insight. Thank you, Ryuji. I will carefully ponder over your words,” Yusuke mused.

“Y-yeah, go for it.”

Sojiro shook his head. “Now just hold on a minute. Nothing’s been decided yet. What about the shop? And how are we supposed to afford tickets?”

Ann spoke up next. “Don’t worry, the shop will still be here when we come back! And we all saved up from our summer jobs, though Haru and Akira contributed the most…”

Futaba nodded. “We even have enough for food and souvenirs! Pleeeease Sojiro?”

The manager crossed his arms. “Well…”

Just then, the tinkling bells from the front door of the cafe interrupted, and everyone focused their attention on the visitor.

Akechi stood at the entrance, analyzing everyone’s reactions. “Oh, am I interrupting something? My apologies; I have the day off, so I was going to enjoy a cup of delicious coffee to start the day… I’ll be off now.”

“Wait,” Akira demanded just as Akechi turned on his heel. “I was just about to text you.”

The detective’s curiosity was piqued. “Really? Is something the matter?”

Akira nodded, his ebony hair bouncing from the action. “Yeah, and it’s something only you can help with.”

“…Very well. Please, go on.”

The bespectacled boy procured a slip of paper from his pocket. “There’s a ticket to Destinyland with your name on it, so we were hoping you’d join us to celebrate Father’s Day.”

Akechi’s chestnut eyes widened. “F-Father’s Day? And you wish for me to accompany you all…?” He fidgeted from his internal conflict. “…Is that truly wise?”

Sojiro peeked at the boy for a moment, then he sighed. “I don’t like that everyone’s just deciding everything, but you’re just as much a part of this family as any of these rascals.” Sojiro smirked. “If you don’t like that reason, then consider it as thanks for your loyal patronage.”

“It couldn’t hurt to have one more level-headed person assist me with supervising you all to make sure you don’t cause trouble,” Makoto added.

“Hey! We ain’t gonna cause trouble on Boss’s special day,” Ryuji scowled. He turned his attention to Akechi. “So whaddaya say, man? You in?”

Akechi was speechless. He waited tensely for the bellows of laughter and a ‘just kidding!’…

But it never came.

He glanced around at everyone, desperately attempting to uncover the hidden practical joke, but all that greeted him were their sincere faces and encouraging nods. Akechi took a deep breath. “…All right. I accept your invitation.” He hesitated and smiled bashfully. “…I hope we’ll make good memories together.”

The group erupted into a thunderous cheer, and Akechi was baffled yet again from their enthusiasm; he had expected disappointment. Sojiro placed a hand on his shoulder. “Glad to have you on board, son.” He turned to the rest of them. “You all brought the van, right? C’mon, I’ll drive. Oh, and can you get my camera from behind the counter, Futaba?” He shook his head as he pivoted to open the door. “Jeez, I can’t believe you troublemakers are dragging me into this.”

Futaba reprimanded him. “Quit your whining, old man! Now let’s make like a rocket and blast off to Destinyland!”

“H-hey, who’re you calling ‘old man’?” Sojiro chuckled. “Never thought I’d have so many kids to look after.” He turned to Akira. “This is your fault, you know.”

Akira mischievously smirked. “Love you, dad.”

Sojiro sighed yet again. He was used to Akira’s shenanigans by now. “Yeah, yeah. Just hop in the van before I change my mind.”

“You guys are so lucky,” Morgana complained.

“Don’t worry; we’ll be sure to purchase souvenirs and take lots of pictures! Maybe we could have sushi delivered here and have our own private celebration tonight!” Haru reassured him.

Even though he acted tough, Sojiro was deeply touched by their gratitude and admiration for him. He didn’t think he did anything to warrant such feelings, but he definitely wasn’t complaining either.

The group chatted and played in the van on the way there, and Sojiro thought he was going to go insane. He nearly turned back when Ann and Ryuji were bickering, and they both nearly toppled out of the vehicle.

“Who’s the genius that thought it was a good idea to have those two next to each other?!” Sojiro exclaimed.

Makoto brainstormed punishments for the group’s inevitable misconduct with Akechi. “I-isn’t that a bit extreme?” he implored.

“Not at all. Would you like to hear the more severe ones I had in mind?”

Akechi gulped. “…You truly are a formidable woman.”

Futaba was teaching Yusuke about the aesthetics of memes.

“Interesting. Amphibians and cartoonish sea creatures seem to have great appeal to the people of the Internet. Shall I incorporate this in my next piece…?”

“Go for it, Inari. Oh, and show me when you’re done!”

Haru was discussing her ideas for her cafe with Sojiro, and he even offered some advice and tactics to earn loyalty from customers. 

Akira merely chuckled and teased everyone whenever he joined in on their conversations. Everyone laughed and played car games together until they arrived.

Eager to get things rolling, they assembled at the entrance and were guided through the bag check. After they made it through, they went all out.

The very first thing they did was purchase animal ear headbands, somehow managing to convince Sojiro to wear his. They stayed together as a group by holding hands or linking arms the entire time, and they took turns snapping pictures of each other. 

Yusuke was inflicted with motion sickness from the spinning teacup ride, and Akechi felt queasy himself, so the duo leaned on each other and moped while everyone else purchased ice cream; they even returned with extra for Akechi and Yusuke. The two refused at first, but when Futaba threatened to eat their share, somehow they were magically cured from their ailments, and they had no further qualms with digging in. 

Ironically, the kids had to look after Sojiro at one point due to single moms hitting on him. Akira and Futaba cringed together and pried him away.

“Hey! The adults were talking!” he complained as he was dragged away.

“Can it, dad. This is for your own good,” Futaba replied.

“D-dad?” One thing Sojiro couldn’t get used to was his nickname. Everyone in the group had called him that at one point, including Akechi.

Speaking of which, while the group took a brief bathroom break, Akechi stayed behind with Sojiro to thank him for allowing him to tag along.

“Don’t worry about it, son. You’re one of us now, so feel free to come to me if you’re ever in a tight spot, all right?”

Akechi felt his throat clench as he nodded, and he was exuberant beyond words to finally say that he had a ‘family’, as well as a ‘father’.

Sojiro felt something similar. He joined the merry laughter of the kids; he tag-teamed with Ryuji and boldly sat in the front seat of the roller-coasters; he protected the girls from leering creeps that approached them; he discussed fashion and gave advice to Akechi; he photographed everything so that Yusuke could use it as a reference for his art; he ruffled Akira’s hair whenever he sassed him; he even carried Futaba on his shoulders so she could see the vibrant parade. 

Sojiro honestly surprised himself with how much he treasured these kids. They spontaneously paid for an extravagant celebration to simply thank him for doing what any decent father would do.

Father, huh?

He glanced around at the kids’ beaming faces as they linked arms with him and wandered about in search of their next target: the water ride.

…Heh, not bad.

The group played for hours ensuring that they rode on everything, and they were absolutely drenched from repeatedly riding the water attraction. They purchased all the pretense shots from the rides, and they snickered at their ridiculous poses and faces. In one of the shots, they all agreed beforehand to appear completely unamused and stoic, and the result was completely worth it. 

As soon as they were seated in the van, everyone passed out, and they slept throughout the journey home while leaning on one another. Some of them quietly snored and snuggled with each other. Sojiro impulsively smiled at the sight and shook his head.

Jeez… it’s Father’s Day and I’m the one doing all the work.

He also thought about how these kids never had a proper father figure in their lives, and he felt indignant for their sake. 

It’s their loss for missing out on these kids. But I nearly did the same since I didn’t think it was my problem…

Sojiro recalled the exciting events of the day, and he peered at the sleeping kids once again. His eyes began to tear up.

What a stupid way of thinking… They were looking out for me even when there was a chance that I wouldn’t have done the same.

He wiped the tears spilling from his eyes.

Thank you. I’m honored to be your father.

We finally looked in each others’ eyes and it’s been a long time since I stared into them. I was expecting butterflies in my stomach but I didn’t have any. I was expecting to want you back again for the last time but I don’t want you anymore.

Then I finally realised that I had fallen out of love with you. All along I had been in love with the memories we’ve made. So this is how moving on feels like: being able to stare into your eyes and feel nothing.

—  pmmhv 
Bellamy’s Season 5 Arc - Speculation

The 100 tends to follow a pattern with Bellamy and Clarke, and their so-called “dark arcs”. They almost seem to be on alternating schedules. For instance, Bellamy’s first dark arc was Season 1, where he was played off as the antagonist (until he got more fleshed out and started working WITH Clarke, versus against her). In Season 2 he was, for the most part, a hero. Then in Season 3 was his second downward spiral, and Season 4 we saw the return of him playing the hero.

Clarke was the opposite. Instead of Season 1, like with Bellamy, Clarke’s dark arc came in Season 2, with her becoming cold and shutting down her heart. Season 3 was her path out of the darkness, and in Season 4 we saw Clarke return to that dark place with her once more trying to justify her actions as “the only choice”. 

There’s a pattern. 

If it continues (and I think we should be prepared for it to), that would set us up for Bellamy having another dark arc in Season 5, although not in the same sense as previous seasons because he still remembers the lessons he learned then, and Clarke on the opposite schedule (like it’s been in the past). 

When we see Clarke after the six year time jump, she is full of light and hope. I have a feeling that when we see Bellamy again, it’s going to be the opposite.

Throughout Season 4, we saw Bellamy gradually starting to rely on his impulses less and start using his head more. The finale was the climax of his Season 4 arc, with all of the previous episodes leading up to the ultimate moment when he would have to close that door on Clarke, the girl he loves, in order to save his friends. 

He followed his head over his heart.

Bellamy and Clarke have often gone on parallel journeys, just in a different order. I have a feeling that Bellamy’s arc next season might not be all that different from Clarke’s in Season 2 in the sense that, after losing Clarke, he’s starting to shut down his heart and rely more on his head.

Clarke’s shift resulted from killing Finn. Bellamy’s will result from essentially “killing” Clarke by shutting that door on her. It was the right choice to make (otherwise everyone would have died) but also extremely traumatic.

I’ve seen many people being a little surprised at Bellamy’s reaction to Clarke’s “death” and how they were expecting him to cry more. If you think about it, it makes a lot of sense that Bellamy would try to shove those emotions down and bury them somewhere deep inside him as a coping mechanism if he believes that to honour Clarke’s memory, he has to be a more rational leader rather than an emotional one. 

The best thing to do as the leader of his people? Maybe. But the healthiest? Probably not.

Don’t misinterpret my message: it’s not that I believe Bellamy will be ALL head next season, and NO heart. I think he’s going to be a balance of both (which will make him an excellent leader) but I think that, much like Clarke in Season 2, he’s going to struggle to find his way out of the darkness as a result of some of the choices he makes leading in that way. 

We don’t know what happened in those six years yet, all we know from Jason is that it wasn’t easy for the group of seven up in space. I’m sure we’re going to see the effects of that, and the toll that it took on Bellamy as a leader (and I doubt it will be pretty).

As a somewhat related note, I wanted to talk about what this means in terms of Bellamy’s love life on the Ark, as that seems to be the topic of discussion on my dash at the moment (sans the Bellarke Extra-ness).

Everyone’s worried about Bellamy falling in love with someone else … but the finale is telling a different story. It’s telling the story of Bellamy shutting his heart down, ruling with his head (as I said before, however, I don’t think Bellamy will lead ONLY with his head - because that’s not who he is - but I believe it will be a large element of his character arc). We already saw him start to shut down his heart a bit at the end of 4x13, in the scene where he stares down at the burning Earth.

Yes, I’m sure Bellamy has grieved and “moved on” in six years. But I also think that after what has happened to him, after losing Gina, after losing Clarke - the only two girls he’s ever opened his heart to - he’s not going to be eager to jump into any relationships. Not any serious ones. 

So I’m not expecting any sort of intimate relationship between Bellamy and anyone else on the Ring that involves anything beyond sex. 

If the pattern I mentioned continues, Season 5 could very likely bring us another dark arc for Bellamy (different than previous seasons), and that would involve him closing his heart to any true romance.

(I wonder what might be a natural progression of that arc that would resolve Bellamy shutting off his heart? Hmmm … I might be able to think of one solution. ;))

Anyway, this is a super rough meta that I put together in about fifteen minutes so feel free to add. Tagging @bellamybb 

Can’t Remember to Forget You | ii

Summary: When you almost die in battle, a distraught Bucky - afraid of what will become of him if he loses you - decides to end things. But what happens when he loses his memory, only to end up falling in love with you all over again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 916

Warnings: Language? Self-hate/loathing, mentions of death - lots of angst 

A/N: UPDATE! I hope this lives up to your expectations even thought its bleh AND kinda short af (Blade assures me its not but we know how I am) also i dedicate this chapter to my beloved bleid because i miss her :/

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dralokyn  asked:

Atticus, did you send love letters to a dying tree? Because I saw some love letters to a dying tree that were signed Atticus, and they seemed like your style, and also, you would definitely write love letters to trees.

I did! It was part of http://melbourneurbanforestvisual.com.au/


March 12, 2016, to London Plane, Tree ID 1025146: I am half-way around the world, it is just after midnight my time, and apparently near sunset your time. According to the site that I got your info, you may have less than a year to live, and I hope that this is the best year of your life. I hope the wind is a gentle kiss on your bountiful leaves, that the soil is soft enough for your roots to easily dig into, but firm enough to hold you tight. I hope the sunset is beautiful for you. I love you.


March 12, 2016, in response: Thanks for your kind words Atticus. I have been living it up, knowing my days are numbered. At night when all of the people are sleeping, I sometimes sneak down to the river and dip my roots in. I wave my branches wildly in the wind, swaying like when I was a young sapling.Who knows, maybe I will live longer than they expect?!


May 4, 2017, I send a follow up: Beloved London Plane, I hope you have beaten the odds and are able to yet read this. And if not, I hope the soil has welcomed you home and your memories are passed to the next generation of saplings. I have spoken of you to the trees in the park across my home, a park on the edge of one of the world’s biggest lakes. I am told, by the trees, by the wind, by the Things That Dwell In the Waters, that the lake links to the ocean eventually. We are so far apart and yet connected. I suppose in such ways, and in astral and ethereal and in nether ways, all things are connected. Where ever you are, know that you were a beautiful and kind and adored tree. Your memory will be preserved in the hearts and minds of the dryads and monsters and creatures. I love you, sweet tree. If you have you yet grow, may your sunshine be warm and crisp. If you have passed, sleep well.


I have not heard back (it is currently May 7th, 2017), so I am guessing Good Fair London Plane has left the mortal world to rest in nature.

Memory Foam - Auston Matthews

Originally posted by hockeyfanatique

Note: This request made me smile with how cute it was, I love the idea of Auston Matthews being a cute, clingy drunk, which is what he’s interpreted as here! Send some requests if you enjoy, loves. I hope it was what you wanted, anon!

Mentions: William Nylander, Mitch Marner

Warnings: Mentions of intoxication, lots of fluff, lots of ass grabbing

Requested: Yes | No

Teaser: “Wow, this bed is so soft.” He mumbled, patting the ‘bed’ and attempting to fluff it, “Auston, baby, that’s my ass.”

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Profile Improvement

Hey sugars, a lovely lady here asked me if I could help her with her profile. It’s the only one I’m going to do though, I would if I could but it takes some time. I made sure to keep her points but just refine it a bit. Her’s was really well done, I just did some fixes. :)

I made sure to play to her strengths and even highlight her milk-chocolate goodness (tropical, exotic..). I hope this helps some.


BEFORE:

A queen who wants to be treated properly by a king.I would describe myself as a slender, curvy, ambitious, soft-hearted woman. *I emit a soft glow.* I love moonlight, good food, and things that sparkle. I love to laugh, so if you have a sense of humour we will get along well! I’ve been told my pictures don’t do me justice. You will have to let me know if that is true when we meet.My life goal is to be a positive force for change in the world. I am ambitious and I need to be, I’ve got a world to change.I can’t wait to meet my next benefactor.

DESIRED ARRANGEMENT
I am seeking a gentleman. Someone honest, direct, and kind. I’d like to meet someone who is wise and generous and willing to share some of that wisdom with me. I want someone who’s company I can enjoy, who simply has the means and desire to support me, spoil me, and guide me. I’m not looking to play games. Treat me respectfully and I will do the same for you.We are both here for a reason. You want companionship and to help someone, I want financial support and great memories. This isn’t all about money for me, but please do not insult me by pretending it isn’t part of the arrangement.If you are looking for intimacy before an arrangement, you are on the wrong website. I do not get intimate with anyone until I am certain they will keep me comfortable both financially and physically.If you can exceed my expectations I will certainly exceed yours. 


AFTER:
“Let me bring light, back into your life

I am a slender but curvaceous, ambitious,and soft-hearted lady with a tropical, exotic flair. Moonlight, delicious food and shiny things bring out the best in me. I am a comic, and I know laughter is the best medicine, so if you have a great sense of humor, I’m certain we’ll get along just fine–don’t sigh too loudly at my corny jokes. Something many can attest to, is the radiance and glow that often follow me, my pictures do not do me justice. I’m sure you’ll tell me the same as we white-water raft, climb Mount Everest, or have a nice bite to eat on our first date.I am a force to be reckoned with, but emit only positivity–something I’d love to see in the world. I am ambitious and I need to be- I’ve got a world to change.I can’t wait to meet my next benefactor.”

DESIRED ARRANGEMENT
“I am seeking a gentleman. Someone honest, direct, and kind. I’d like to meet someone who is wise, generous and willing to share his insight. Someone who’s company I can enjoy, who simply has the means and desire to support me,dote on, and guide me.Treat me respectfully and I will do the same for you.“  

 *** I left out the final part of her write up, I told her to add it but to finish it lightheartedly. No negative tones, remember.


Best wishes sugars,
-Ruby

Stroke of Midnight VA Auditions

My last assignment in my class is to create an animatic of a scene for Stroke of Midnight. Stroke of Midnight is a re-telling of the fairy tale Cinderella that takes place in Venice, Italy during the Italian Renaissance. Take a look at my Stroke of Midnight tag to learn a little more about the project. 

The scene I will be doing is the final confrontation between the heroin, Elena, and the villain, King Parrion. The final animation will be posted on youtube for public viewing. Please take note that I am a broke ass college student and will be unable to pay you for VA work if you are selected. I can do an art trade if you like with a painted commission - but I am making this perfectly clear from the beginning that I am unable to pay. Credit will be given and again, an art trade is something I can totally do!  

Elena

The heroine of our story! For the part of the story this scene will cover, she has been cursed by Fairy King Parrion to relive the same night over and over again and at this point has lived YEARS in this loop. So although she appears young, she comes out of her conflict determined, strong-willed, and powerful. 

Audition Lines:

  1. “This is not a GIFT! This is a CURSE!” (angrily)
  2. “My father and I planted this tree together…in memory of my mother…” (sadly)
  3. “I was my step-mother’s prisoner for years, I refuse to be yours as well! You have no power over me!” (determination and bravery)

While Elena is Italian an accent is not required. 

King Parrion

A powerful Fairy King who is ‘in love’ with Elena. He may call it love but in all honesty he treats Elena more like a favorite toy than a future Queen. He is seductive and calm, expect when his temper flairs. When angry he becomes a monster and a merciless beast. 

Audition Lines

  1. “Just think of all the wishes I might grant for you…if you simply obey me.” (seductively) 
  2. “Elena! Come here…come away from the tree…” (fearfully but whilst trying to remain in control)
  3. “If you will not accept my gifts, you ungrateful child, then I will take everything you have left in this world until I am all you have!” (ferociously, becoming more beast like)

If you wish to use a filter for Parrion’s voice I am fine with that - he is not supposed to sound 100% human so I encourage any creativity you might want to explore!

Alessandra and Margehrita 

For obvious reasons the same person will voice both sisters. Alessandra (left) is extremely smart, but must hide it due to the expectations of women at that time. She is protective of her sister and will do anything to please her mother.

Margehrita (right) is a little slower than her twin, but has a knack for fashion but is unable to explore her interests due to the fact that their mother dresses them to her own tastes. 

Both sisters love each other very much and at this point in the story, love Elena just as much. 

Audition Lines

  1. “Run Elena!” (fearfully)
  2. “I’m sorry…for the way I treated you. I hope…you’ll come to forgive me.” (apologetically)
  3. “I suppose I should call you ‘little sister’ now.” (lovingly)

Recording & Sending Instructions
-Save all files in mp3 format.
-Record all of a character’s audition lines in one file.
-Label as Yourname_Character.mp3
-Put “SoM - Audition" in the subject line of the e-mail 

E-mail you auditions to thepurpah@gmail.com

Note: You will need to have a way to record quality audio in order to be considered for this project. My grade is depending on this! This means no background noise or poor audio quality. 


AUDITION DEADLINE: MARCH 16TH, @ 3PM MST

MADDOX-RIDER; 2016 ART SUMMARY

You can say I spend majority of my year with Dan & Phil. I am so glad that the phandom welcomed me with open arms. I made a lot of new friends, did fun projects and achieved many goals that I’ve set for myself; like having an entire art summary filled with colours+digital and completing inktober. To me, it was been a very successful year. I may or may not still be in the phandom but where ever my art takes me, I hope to create new memories in 2017 like this year.

Jan: Kiss Me
Feb: Phamily
Mar: Dentist Kink
Apr: Shibes!
May: Love Me Like You Do
June: If I lose myself 
July: Majestic Pastel
Aug: Team Mystic
Sept: Only one
Oct: TATINOF
Nov: Phanime
Dec: Secret Santa

Hello 2017

Wearing  ✶  Lime Ricki Daisy Bralette and Daisy Ruched Bottom  ✶  Wotoos star shaped face tattoos 

It’s the first day of 2017 and warm enough already for a little splash in the pool! The beginning of the year is also fraught with the traditional onslaught of diet and weightloss ads in every corner you look, so I thought it would be timely to post some positive inspiration to help counter the toxicity that us fatties are routinely assaulted by around this time. The moment the year turns around, you see it screaming it you from billboards, newspapers and even browser ads. ‘New year, new you!’ ‘Resolve to be a skinny minnie this year!’ ‘Time for a liquid diet “cleanse” after that gluttonous Christmas!’ Well, here I am in my daisy print bathers, with stars on my face and unflattering curves everywhere else and I haven’t made a new year resolution to lose weight since the year 2007.

It hasn’t been easy all the way, fending off well meaning advice from acquaintances and relatives, and having to tune out friends unloading their weightloss plans onto me. Thankfully, and mostly because I’ve been doing it for so long, this sort of selective vision and hearing comes as second nature to me. But when the lovely folks at Lime Ricki swimwear asked me if I’d like to try out one of their swimsuits and talk a bit about feeling body confident as a fat woman, I realised that it would actually be helpful to share my tips for keeping sane and preserving your mental health (and confidence) in this month of weight based penance (ugh!)

1. Take out the trash

By which I mean the glossy magazines promising miracle ‘cures’ on the cover, the tabloids and their websites, the Instagrammers selling diarrhea tea, basically any media that’s not fat positive. Back in 2007, I was more than a bit addicted to celebrity gossip - it was entertaining and a welcome distraction from my undergrad texts. However, once I realised how badly the tales of celebrity weight loss and gain affected my own body image, I started weaning myself off it. And the more time I spent on the fat positive internet, the more I started abhorring popular media and the diet culture it sells. After a point, I didn’t even want to browse through ONTD anymore. Especially because I could find all the fashion inspiration I wanted from the fat internet, and that too on bodies that looked like mine.

2. Surround yourself with fat positive media

Admittedly, the fatshion community has a very different face now than it did a decade ago, and there’s no onus on plus size bloggers to be fat positive as well. You’ll find countless plus fashion bloggers who advocate weightloss and think nothing of documenting their diets, but there are just as many anti-weightloss bloggers you can follow if you’re looking for some positive reinforcement to go with your daily fashion fix. If you’re looking for somewhere to start with, my blogroll on this page has quite a few awesome internet peeps who are just as fat positive as they’re fashionable. And if anyone you’ve been following for a while, and whose style you love descends down the slippery road to diets, don’t hesitate to unfollow them if that’s what you need for your sanity. Just putting that out there because I feel kind of bad whenever I have to do that!

3. You don’t have to listen to your friends’ diet talk

I have friends who get down on their bodies, who can’t stop talking about how badly they need to lose weight. Most of us have friends like that. It’s especially distressing when they’re people you’re close to and genuinely care about, people whose concerns you can’t just shut down without an explanation. I’ve found that a gentler approach works best in these situations. All my friends are extremely aware of my stance on diets and weightloss - I mean, I’ve only been banging on about it for the last decade or so! Yet they still try to talk to me sometimes about how they’re planning to lose weight. In situations like this, this is pretty much what I tell them: Listen dude, it’s your body, you do whatever you want with it. But you know how I feel about weightloss, so there’s no point telling me about this because I’m just going to space out. You’re an adult, making your adult choices, so go ahead and make them *shoulder pats* I have literally zero inputs to give here. *firm shoulder pats*

Back when I was first learning about fat positivity, I made it my mission to bring all my closest friends into the fold. How could I let them suffer in the purgatory of dieting and self hate when I’d found such freedom in the  alternative? Unfortunately, that’s not how people work. And ultimately, everyone has to make their own decisions about the path they want to follow, whether it comes to weightloss or the rest of life itself. You can help them along the way, but the decision of whether to be diet free or not is theirs to make.

4. Spend some time with yourself

One of the things I realised when I was getting to grips with body positivity was this: I didn’t actually know my own body. I used to avoid looking at mirrors, especially when I was naked, I only ever saw myself from one single angle, looking down at my boobs, belly, a bit of leg and feet. Whenever I came across a candid photo, I would be aghast because is this really how everyone sees me? To accept my body, I had to know it first. From every possible angle so that I couldn’t take myself unawares. Back then, I had my ex to photograph me naked, but if you don’t have anyone like that, use the mirror, use your webcam! Take photos of yourself with the self timer, standing, sitting, in silly poses and unflattering ones. Examine those photos, find the parts of your body that you love, and write down what it is that you love about them. Then find the parts of yourself that you don’t love as much and figure out something positive to say about them as well. Write that down too. Keep going back to those photos and notes whenever you can, and keep adding to them. If I’d taken these swimsuit photos 5 years ago, I’m sure I’d have been cringing at my flat butt and lumpy thighs entirely because I wasn’t familiar with them. But now I know exactly what I look like from the back, or sitting down. The body I have is the body I expect to see in photos because I’ve seen it so many times now. I know exactly how my belly folds, where my things dimple when I’m walking. These are regular, everyday features to me now, not some kind of a bogeyman waiting to jump out at me from photos I didn’t expect.

5. Set a positive example by eating

This one’s for those of you who have already taken the first steps towards body positivity, those of you who are feeling secure enough to give a very public middle finger to diet culture. I didn’t find public eating easy at the beginning, especially since I had a history of eating disorders. As my BFF recalls, one of her first memories of me was at the University canteen, with an apple in one hand and a cigarette in the other, steadfastly refusing any other food because ‘that’s all I needed for lunch.’ It took a while to get to the point where I could go out with her and triumphantly demolish platters of food in public. What I noticed, though, was that whenever I was out with a group of people and a couple of them were heading towards the ‘I think I’ll just have a salad’ territory, they ended up ordering what they actually wanted and enjoying it once I’d set the lead by unabashedly eating what I wanted. And even if you’re still a way away from being able to eat freely in public, I think that just eating the food you want with relish and joy and savouring every bite without guilt is the biggest FUUUUU you can hurl at the diet industry this time of the year. So treat yourself to the food you love and actually want to eat, listen to your body instead of the ad pointing out your supposed failings. And remember, food has no morals attached to it, it’s we who burden our plates with them.



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so it took waaaay longer to work up the energy to work on this banner than it should have so pls ignore it. anyways hey! it’s zaydëin. here. again. 

special mentions


• the cruz fam — idk why i always put you guys first. you all hate me. thanks for all the self-confidence. 

 •dane dehaan’s groupies — you’re all a mess. but even though you’re all a mess… yeah i have nothing. you’re all a great big mess of love, support, and happiness. it’s gross. the only redeemable quality is the all consuming appreciation for aftg. 


• the hozier lesbian gc — i’ll never forget how you all so gracefully accepted me being a narry in a group full of avid larries. ty for all the memories 💕 and even when i act like a larrie you guys let me get away w it. we’re a quiet group and it feels really good to come talk to you guys when my head’s too full. congrats for making pineapple pizza a gay movement. 


• pepto elvis gc — okay honestly? even though i come in once in a blue moon i never expected to feel good whenever i see the awful, righteous harry/larry loving texts y'all send. 


• 1 band 1 dream 1 craic — you’re all older than me so you kind of intimidate me lmao but that’s okay bc i’ve never seen sommany ppl excited to talk abt niall. i feel so loved in there. and you all have amazing taste in shows so that’s another pro. 


• ot4 gc — i don’t know much abt you guys bc we’ve all just begun to know each other. i’m excited to know how you guys react to my controversial opinions. 


*****


@pinhazpple; my soulmate, the jean to my jeremy ty sm for sticking by me even when i was A lot and Very Extra. pls talk french to me 

 @sincerelysterek; amina you’re so beautiful and nice and our conversation flows so easily that it sometimes feels like i’ve known you for a long time. i wouldn’t mind if my job was to be your personal cheerleader for a long time 

@jeremykonx ; claire claire claire claire, my twin flame, the neil to my matt, i only have one thing to say to you: that dog definitely looked like tyler seguin 

@posiedcns : ty for listening to my problems w that fucking stupid raccoon that needs to die. this sounds weird w/o context but idc

 @nonbinarynarcissa ; a year later and your one of the only people who i still feel comfortable about. our conversations on religion to fmk make my day a little brighter. ty 

@eiqhties SEREN’S GONNA WRITE THE BEST EVAK FIC 


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pls tell me if i forgot you

I. My mother doesn’t know that when I have nightmares they are of rotting corpses lying on the inside of my ribcage. She doesn’t know how much it hurts to crack myself open as though I am a rock who won’t let anyone shatter it. A rock too solid for mankind, too headstrong to exist.
When I had ripped myself apart before I thought maybe this is it, the moment where the jigsaw pieces fit together in my two fragile lungs.

II. Chiseled jaws stay silent when all they want is to be heard; a lifetime of molasses drips from the mouths of those who only want to be listened to yet nothing comes out except the slow excerpt of their lives. I am looking at myself in the mirror as I write this and I realize my jaw line only exists when I turn my head. This must mean I am outspoken.

III. When you ask me what body memories are I will say this: nothing is the same anymore. I’m faced with the possibility of my own limbs not working when I think too hard or too long. I will tell you that some days I see my future; a long generation of my own, clapping and dancing together as tough they are content. I will tell you that other days I feel Antarctica splitting apart in my bones and I can no longer feel the touch of another person without feeling the beat of his heart.

IV. My father tells me not to worry about myself yet he tells me it is a wicked world out there. How does he expect me to feel with my own hands the sweet sap of this small earth if he doesn’t let me free from this cast he molded with his mouth?

V. You never lose memories, they are distributed troughout the brain, stored in multiple cells and cages. One day I searched all day for the key to my memories. And that was the day I learned the rotting begins once you are born.

—  FIVE POEMS I NEVER FINISHED, Iris Blue
Allure Korea July 2017 | Choi Minho

(T/N: Please note that there might be something lost/erros in the translation. Also, there are sentences that got paraphrased. Thank you and enjoy!)

Q: You’re about to leave. Did your visit to Maldives meet your expectations?
Minho:
Everything is nice. It was nice to see turtles when snorkeling. Following manta ray and scuba diving were fun. Lastly, taking seabob was pretty fun too. As expected, it was good to have mojito in Maldives. When I did the photoshoot, the weather was pretty good that I got drawn by the atmosphere when doing it. Everything is just a good memory. It’s unforgettable.

Q: Originally, your nickname was flaming charisma, right? I wanted to call you flaming stamina. Your tanned skin is visible after doing water activities.
Minho:
I actually wanted to get tanned. I should’ve gotten more tanned, so it’s too bad I wasn’t able to. I think my stamina is certainly better than others. When I’m with other people, they all are tired although I don’t really feel tired. It may be because we do performances many times that our stamina naturally becomes better?

Q: You came here with Onew. How was the other members’ reactions?
Minho:
We both talk a lot, and it was great that we both came here together. I asked him to come here again next time. I didn’t show off to them, but they must be jealous inside. Haha!

Q: You’re in the middle of concert tour now, is everything going smoothly?
Minho:
It’s a very long tour, but it’s nice to meet fans from concerts. I gain strength when I perform, so I’m always thankful to my fans.

Q: Do you see your fans’ face and expression from the stage?
Minho:
I can see them very clearly and we make eye contact too. I put on in-ears, so I can’t hear what they say well. I take off my in-ears during performance when I really can’t hear or when I want to hear my fans voice. There are a lot of times when I want to hear my fans cheer louder so I take off my in-ears.

Q: It’s been 9 years since you debuted together. Isn’t it amazing?
Minho:
We didn’t really think that it’s amazing, but the people around us said that it’s a big thing. There are words that idol’s life-span is 5 years or 7 years. Without troubles and worries, we have passed that phase safely. If you ask what are the tips, honestly there is nothing to say. We know what we are good at and what we don’t like, so we understand  each other and are considerate of each other.

Q: Your 9th year anniversary happened on the day when you’re here, right?
Minho:
Ah, I was very touched by the cake. May 25 is a very special number to me. It’s like a day I was born again? I always think of it as my 2nd birthday. My debut day is unforgettable.

Q: What did you say to the members?
Minho:
Before we came here, I asked them to go for a drink together and we all had the same thought. We said something like, ‘Although it’s hard and it can be exhausting, let’s work hard’. We don’t really do cheesy talk. We already understand without needing to say it to each other.

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Pairings: Peter Parker x F!Reader


Peter has created a chatroom.

Peter has invited Wanda, Scott, Bruce, T’Challa, Vision, Thor, Y/N, Natasha, Steve, Bucky, Rhodey, Tony, Clint, Sam.

Scott: This is amazing! Everyone’s here!

Peter has invited Loki, Wade, Pietro.

Clint: You could have left them out!

Pietro: I know, right? Wade and Loki are weird.

Loki: He means you too, mortal.

Thor: Greetings, Brother!

Loki: Thor.

Thor: BROTHER!

Loki: THOR!

Thor: B R O T H E R !

Loki: T H O R !

Y/N: Loki, he’s not going to stop until you address him as brother.

Loki: But he’s not my brother!

Thor: MY BROTHER.

T’Challa: I would do it before you upset him.

Loki: NO.

Bruce: Thor :) Is :) Your :) Brother, :) Okay? :) :) :) Don’t :) Test :) My :) Patience :)

Loki: My brother, Thor! How nice to talk with you again!

Thor: Indeed it is, Brother!

Bruce: good.

Thor: :D :D :D

Rhodey: Anyone else really scared right now?

Wanda: I’m more scared of the fact that Thor now knows how to do this: :D

Vision: I find it rather cute.

Wade: My Peetie has something very important to say. Please be quiet.

Y/N: SINCE WHEN ARE YOU POLITE?!

Wade: I always am!

Y/N: Oh, I see. He’s trying to impress the team.

Wade: I am not!

Y/N: Let’s see how long you’ll be able to keep this up.

Thor: Wade is rather vulgar so this is quite strange seeing him like this.

Wanda: He’s swearing in his mind!

Wade: Please. I am the definition of well mannered.

Clint: HAHAHA RIGHT RIGHT SURE

Wade: LET PEETIE SAY WHAT HE WANTS TO SAY!

Tony: What’s up, kid?

Peter: I have gathered you all here to let you know of the greatness of my crush.

Natasha: Awww my spiderling, you have a crush?! Who is it?

Sam: So we’re all here… To know about your crush… Fun.

Peter: She’s beautiful.

Y/N: Why didn’t you tell me you had a crush? You usually tell me everything…

Thor: We would like to meet her :D :D

Vision: …so cute.

Peter: You will, soon!

Y/N: Oh look, I have to leave at ten to soon. I won’t be able to meet her.

Scott: This is great! Tell us more about her.

Y/N: Or keep it to yourself, that’s fine.

Pietro: I would think you would be happy for him, Y/N?

Y/N: I am.

Wanda: Suuuure you are.

Wanda: I’M SORRY! STOP THINKING OF THAT!

Y/N: Stay out of my mind then!

Peter: FIND OUT WHO HER CRUSH IS

Rhodey: Read Tony’s mind.

Bruce: What’s the pin to all his credit cards?

Rhodey: Tell us.

Tony: Brucie, Rhodey baby. I’m offended that you think I wouldn’t share that with you. Go wild. Buy whatever you want. All you had to do was ask.

Sam: Why aren’t we friends like that?!

Bucky: I blame Steve.

Steve: Me?!

Sam: You don’t buy us anything.

Bucky: Yeah, Steve.

Sam: Step up your game!

Wade: Ladies.

Steve: I help save the world. I lead this team. I went against the law for you, Bucky. I broke you out of prison, Sam! After all I have done… Yet you disrespect me like this? I thought our friendship was real.

Tony: The Captain is upset…

Rhodey: …Maybe he needs to…

Tony: …Chill out!

Rhodey: Yeaaahhhh!

T’Challa: What?

Tony: You know, cause he was frozen.

Pietro: That is the lamest joke I’ve ever heard.

T’Challa: I agree.

Wade: Laaadieeees.

Rhodey: That joke kills!

Pietro: Because it’s so bad?

Tony: Don’t listen to him, Rhodey. He doesn’t understand our humor.

Thor: Haha, Lady Y/N, Sir Scott, do you remember the time we went to Asgard and absconded with my brother’s most prized possessions?

Peter: What?! Without me?!

Y/N: Maybe if you weren’t so busy with your crush I would have invited you.

Loki: YOU OAF, I TOLD YOU TO NEVER SET FOOT IN MY ROOM!

Scott: I thought we were keeping that a secret…

Wade: Laaaadiessssss.

Y/N: Why would you bring that up, Thor?

Thor: I remembered and thought I would share the fun memory :D :D :D

Vision: Love it.

Wade: LADIES.

Clint: YOU WENT TO ASGARD WITHOUT US

Pietro: Not fair! I’ve been asking Thor for months to take me!

Wade: WHAT THE SHIT YOU SPANDEX LOVING ASSHOLES

Wade: HOW ABOUT YOU ALL NEVER UTTER A SINGLE WORD AGAIN, HUH?

Wade: YOU PEOPLE MAKE ME SICK… lovesick.

Wade: I ACTUALLY CONSIDERED JOINING THE X-MEN

Wade: EVEN BUCKY, OUR VERY OWN DORY, CAN STAY ON TOPIC LONGER THAN ANY OF YOU, AND THAT IS SAYING SOMETHING.

Bucky: Who the hell is Bucky?

Sam: That’s not funny.

Steve: Bucky?! Do you not remember who you are? It’s me, Steve!

Sam: … really?

Loki: What did you think would happen when you bring 18 people into a chat?

Y/N:… Wade beat his record. 10 minutes.

T’Challa: That’s longer than we expected.

Clint: He’s evolving.

Wade: Peetie, go on.

Wade: PEETIE.

Peter: What?

Peter: Oh sorry! I was daydreaming about my crush. She’s just so amazing.

Y/N: If she’s SO amazing, why haven’t you introduced us to her yet?

T’Challa: Someone’s jealous.

Peter: I will introduce you all to her. But I’m not sure if she likes me.

Y/N: I don’t see how she couldn’t.

Thor: You are very lovable, Spider-Boy. I agree with Lady Y/N :D

Vision: adorable.

Tony: I want to meet her. Like now.

Clint: Me too.

Tony: What if she’s not that good?

Clint: WHAT IF SHE HURTS HIM

Tony: WE WON’T ALLOW IT

Wade: Shhh. Shhhh. Shhhhut up. 

Bruce: You’re extra weird today.

Natasha: More weird than Clint.

Clint: Whaaaaaat? You dare sully my name! How dare you!

Natasha: See what I mean?

Vision: Will we finally know the identity of your crush? 

Y/N: We don’t need to know.

Wanda: Yes we do!

Y/N: No, we don’t!

Wanda: YES

Y/N: NO

Wanda: TRUST ME Y/N. YOU DO.

Wanda: I mean, we do.*

Loki: Ehehehehe, I know who it is!

Peter: How do you know who it is?!

Thor: :D Tell us :D Brother!

Vision: So proud.

Loki: … Stay away from my brother, android man.

Thor: HE CALLED ME BROTHER ON HIS OWN ACCORD!!!!!!!!

Loki has left the chat.

Thor: D:

Vision: It’s okay, Thor. Do not be sad.

Clint: The creepy snowman is gone.

Tony: Who do we thank for this?

Clint: A BLESSING!

Tony: Let us all rejoice!

Steve: … Why are all of you more intense versions of yourselves today?

Y/N: See Peter, this is what happens when you bring us all together…

Peter: I am starting to regret it.

T’Challa: If we can conclude this, I would be thankful. I have business to attend to.

Peter: So you know my crush is beautiful? But she’s more than that. So much more. She’s smart, and funny. I love all her little quirks.

Wade: WAIT

Peter: I… was on a roll there…

Wade: We’re forgetting someone!

Natasha: If you add the olive man I will end you.

Rhodey: Who could it possibly be?

Wade has added Dopinder.

Y/N: OHMYGOD

Clint: Who… Who is this?

Y/N: WADE ARE YOU SERIOUS

Tony: Hello person we do not know. At all.

Y/N: DOPINDER HELLO

Steve: ????????

Peter: I’m really starting to hate you, Wade.

Wade: Is it because Y/N is excited that he’s here? Don’t worry, he likes Gita.

Dopinder: Hello, Mr. Pool. and friends.

Wade: Now that everyone is here, you may continue, Peetie.

Peter: It’s Y/N. My crush is Y/N. I really like you, Y/N.

Clint: WHAT

Pietro: You didn’t see that coming?

Pietro has left the chat.

Clint: Yeah, you better run!

Wanda: I was right! I told you, Y/N! But did you listen? Nooooo! Why listen to a MIND READER?!

Wanda has left the chat.

Y/N: Me?!

Y/N: So you don’t like someone else?

Y/N: But me?!

Sam: Ooooh, you were so jealous!

Y/N: NO I WASN’T

Bucky: Jealous of yourself!

Clint: Do you like Peter too?

Thor: :D :D :D :D :D SHE DOES SHE TOLD ME

Y/N: SNITCH!

Y/N: I like you too, Peter.

Peter: Thor, if you don’t mind,

Peter: :D :D :D THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE :D :D :D

Thor: :D

Peter: :D

Thor: :D

Peter: :D

Vision: What am I witnessing here? Remarkable.

T’Challa: Congratulations! Y/N, Shuri says, “I told you so.” She looks forward to your upcoming visit. Please try not to scare any of the diplomats like last time. I have to go now. I will see you and Shuri in a week.

T’Challa has left the chat.

Tony: Always so busy. I guess we all kind of knew who your crush is.

Peter: You did?!

Bruce: It was painfully obvious.

Rhodey: Same goes for you, Y/N.

Y/N: I was not obvious! … Right?

Bruce: Basically, everyone knew, but the two of you.

Natasha: We should give them some privacy! I am so happy for you two.

Natasha has left the chat.

Bruce has left the chat.

Rhodey has left the chat.

Thor has left the chat.

Vision has left the chat.

Bucky has left the chat.

Clint: I don’t know how I feel about this…

Clint: I will be monitoring the chat.

Clint: Especially you, Peter.

Clint: ESPECIALLY. YOU.

Peter: o…kay

Clint has left the chat.

Wade: Peetie. DON’T GET ANY OF YOUR DISGUSTING WEBS ON HER OR ELSE.

Wade: You can’t see that I’m making threatening hand signs, but I totally am!

Wade: I will be chaperoning all your dates.

Wade has left the chat.

Y/N: Are the rest of you going to leave too…?

Steve: Yeah. Sure.

Y/N: You’re still not leaving…

Steve: Okay, bye.

Y/N: Steve.

Steve: Yeah?

Y/N: You’re still here…

Steve: Haha, am I?

Peter: Yup…

Steve: How do I work this thing? Say whatever you two have to say. It’ll be like I’m not even here! I won’t even look at my phone.

Peter: I am really regretting adding everyone to the chat…

Sam: You’ll regret it even more if you do anything to hurt her, Mr Team Ironjerk.

Tony: So if the kid was on Cap’s side, you’d be fine with this?

Sam: Nah.

Tony: THEN WHY INSULT ME LIKE THAT

Steve: Okay, Sam. We should go.

Sam: REMEMBER, I TAUGHT HER HOW TO KILL A MAN IN 10 SECONDS!

Sam: Actually Natasha did that but you get my point!

Sam has left the chat.

Steve has left the chat.

Tony: So, kid. Y/N has always been like a daughter to me. Is it okay if I call you son now? I do expect you to eventually marry her. That would make you my son-in-law. So, son, I’m quite glad it’s going to be you instead of some of the other people she’s liked. She’s growing up so fast. I remember when she became an Avenger. Bruce and I were working on invisibility fields. Ever seen those funny videos where people walk into glass doors? She walked right into it.

Y/N: let that memory DIE.

Tony: You should bring your aunt over and we’ll all have a big family dinner. You, your aunt, Y/N, Bruce, Clint spying in the vents, Rhodey and I.

Scott: Can I come?

Y/N: Scott! You’re still here?!

Scott: I’ve been here the entire time.

Peter: I’ll ask my aunt, Mr. Stark.

Tony: Please, call me dad.

Peter: I prefer Mr. Stark.

Tony: Dad.

Peter: I’d rather not, Mr. Stark.

Tony: Uncle Tony is fine too.

Dopinder: Where did Mr. Pool go?

Dopinder: I seem to have missed a lot.

Dopinder: It is an honor to be here with you, Mr. Stark!

Dopinder: And you too, Y/N, you’re amazing!

Scott: Excuse me.

Scott: Hi, I’m Scott.

Scott: The fangirling is my thing.

Dopinder: … I’m sorry but you are?

Scott: NO WONDER HE LIKES TONY.

Scott has left the chat.

Dopinder: ?

Dopinder has left the chat.

Peter: Who else is still in the chat that I forgot about?!

Tony: I will get everything ready for tonight. Have fun kids. But not too much fun.

Tony has left the chat.

Y/N: I’m glad that’s finally over.

Peter: Me too.

Peter: So, um,

Peter: Y/N,

Peter: Would you like to go on a date, tomorrow? It would have been tonight but Mr. Stark is hosting this dinner now, unless you’d like to go to the dinner with me as my date?

Clint has joined the chat.

Clint: NO DATING UNTIL YOU’RE STEVE’S AGE

Clint: THAT APPLIES TO BOTH OF YOU

Y/N: Yes, Peter. I would love to!

Clint: NO WHAT DID I SAY

Peter: Great!

Clint: NO LISTEN TO ME, UNCLE CLINT KNOWS BEST

Y/N: I’ll see you tonight!

Y/N has left the chat.

Peter: I guess you’ll be there too, Clint?

Clint: DAMN RIGHT!

Peter: You’re my favorite uncle that’s alive.

Peter has left the chat.

Clint: OOOOH TONY IS NEVER GOING TO BELIEVE THAT HAHAHA!

Clint has left the chat.

Jeff Atkins Imagine (request2)

ahhhgggg, this was extremely difficult to write but I hope it’s good!

AU where Jeff didn’t die in the crash and Clay stayed with Hannah

WARNING: i’m pretty sure all of my imagines are going to mention weed in them

~~

“He doesn’t remember your relationship with him.” 

Those words were like an atomic bomb to you. In all of your years of life, it never crossed your mind that something this tragic would happen to you. No one expects it, you guessed. No one knew that your boyfriend of six months would get in a car crash and lose all of his memories of your relationship. Sometimes you blamed yourself. Why did you let him go on that beer run? Why didn’t you keep him at the party? Why did you let him leave drunk?

It could have been worse, you concluded. Jeff could have died, but it felt as if he did. And at first you had been in denial. You pushed passed persisting nurses and held is hand as he slept, but when he would wake up he would always just smile and say “Hi Y/N? Did you make cheerleader?”

So you stopped seeing him, because the first thing you told him on the first day of school was that you hoped that you would make cheerleader. That’s where his memory ended. He didn’t remember that the years of friendship had slowly begun to knit into something more, he didn’t know the intricate stitches of your shared secrets and nights on the roof of his car. But you could never forget because you loved him too much. Maybe that love is what sparked the hope in you, the hope that maybe in some way you could make him remember. 

It had been two weeks after the accident, fourteen days of crying yourself to sleep and finding comfort in the bottom of red solo cups and rolled joints of cannabis. A Monday to be precise, when Jeff returned to school. You were dressed your best and had your makeup done after hours of being in front of a mirror, as if you were barely meeting him for the first time. When he walked in people crowded around his figure, giving him pats on the back and passing their condolences for his lost memory.

“No, it’s cool guys! Obviously nothing worth remembering happened during that time.” He replied with a laugh, oblivious with his giant forehead scar.

People turned in your direction, where you stood at the edge of the crowd, trying your best to hold back tears. Part of you was traumatized because you were thinking of what would have happened if you had truly lost Jeff in the accident, but you couldn’t even gain comfort from him because he didn’t remember that just those months ago you had shared your first kiss together.

People dissipated like ants, scattering away while staring at you. You knew some of them were scared to make you cry, because it had happened in the last week while you were at a basketball game. The others simply didn’t care so they stayed. The majority of them were the jocks like Monty, Zach, Justin, and Bryce. 

“That’s got to burn,” Monty made a face while walking over to you. He placed his arm around you while you stared at Jeff laugh with his friends. “You know, Y/N, I’m all free, and since our little Jeffrey over there doesn’t remember a thing about your ‘relationship’ with him, it would be better if you just acted like it never even happened. You can’t get him to fall in love with again.”

You made a noise of irritation and sadness before turning around under 
Monty’s arm and pushing his chest. “Shut the fuck up, Montgomery! Fucking fascist asshole!” 

You took his arm from your shoulders and turned on your heel, storming to the red room, where you knew you would calm down. Pictures were a great hobby of yours, and it mean usually that you had to spend time with Tyler the school ‘creep’ but you didn’t mind very much. 

“Bro, what’s her problem?” Bryce asked as you stormed way, Monty shrugging his shoulders like it didn’t hurt his feelings. 

“She’s probably still pissed off because I didn’t go all the way with her Saturday at your get together. She was stoned as fuck.” The guys all laughed except for Jeff as they started to head in the other direction, talking about that night. 

It was partially true, you had made out with Monty at Bryce’s party two days ago, but you had been desperate, stoned, and drunk and in desperate need of some relief. You were stressed out and depressed, what else were you supposed to do? Find help? Shrinks were a joke in this town, you would be laughed at. He was twisting the whole story, you were the one who would not mess with him, though. 

“You coming, Atkins?” Justin asked when they were a little ways away, his eyebrows raised. All the guys looked to see that Jeff was shaking his head and scratching his head. 

“I feel like I should go after her. I mean we are really close, right?” Jeff asked them, adjusting his backpack.

“Very close,” Justin smirked. 

“What?” Jeff asked, knowing that he was missing something. 

Zach reached over and smacked Justin, a look of pity coming over his handsome face. “It’s not about if you should or not, it’s if you want to go after her, man. It’s only if you want to see if she’s okay.” 

Jeff stood there for a second as Zach watched expectantly, his fingers crossed. The other jocks rolled their eyes and took off. Jeff turned back to Zach and pointed to the way you had ran off to. 

“I want to go after her, I don’t know why.” He said with his eyebrows furrowed. 

Zach grinned and pointed to the hall as well. “You don’t need a reason. Just go.” 


You placed the picture you had just developed on the clothespin line and hung it, a picture of you and Jeff at the beach, the both of you wrapped in each other while making panicked faces and pointing at a crab. It made you smile but you heart ache, and Tyler, who was standing next to you sighed and placed a hand on your shoulder. 

“I’m sorry.” He breathed he looked down at his camera and ran his hand behind his neck. 

“Stop apologizing!” You snapped, wiping a tear from under your eye. “I’m so tired of it. I know it’s tragic and I know it’s sad and pitiful, but don’t pity me. It’s all my fault anyways. If I would not have let Jeff leave that party for that stupid beer run he would still remember us. The things we shared with each other, the kisses, the love. He would remember that he loves– loved me and he would be in here right now making out with me and telling me I’m beautiful. But instead this happened. HE DOESN’T REMEMBER, Tyler! He just thinks we’re friends, and he just thinks that even his name means nothing to me. But Jeff Atkins means everything to me.” 

Tyler put his camera down, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You hugged him back, ignoring the small line of yellow light on the floor as you squeezed your eyes shut and cried into Tyler’s shoulder. 

“Monty was right, I can’t make him fall in love with me again.” You sighed when you were calm, simply resting your head on Tyler’s shoulder. He had been patting your back but at your words he shot back and grabbed your shoulders. 

“Y/N, are you kidding me? You and Jeff were relationship goals. I loved taking pictures of y’all and if I know one thing in this world is that you never truly forget a love like that.” 

You looked into Tyler’s eyes to see that he was excited. You slowly began to get a feeling in the pit of your stomach. Maybe you could help him remember…or if that was impossible, maybe you could make him fall in love with you again. 

“How do we do that, Tyler?” You asked, a smile growing on your lips. 

“Easy! First, we make a plan. Do you remember the things that led your relationship to grow into more than friendship?” He asked, running around the room for a pen. 

You sighed and looked back at the picture, your mind spinning into a fine silk of memories. “Every second with detail.” 

“Perfect.” 

~

The plan wasn’t easy, but one step at a time you seemed to get closer to Jeff, slowly feel a lot better about him falling back in love with you.

Step 1: Pull an all nighter with Jeff at the neighbors pool without getting caught (x) This is where you and Jeff first shared your deepest thoughts and even though you already knew what he had to say you still listened with your utmost interest and attention.

Step 2: Convince Jeff to let you do his makeup (x) this is where Jeff started to notice your beauty, or so he told you, when you were makeup less and your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as you ‘carved out’ his eyebrows. This time Jeff was a little more compliant, pointing out colored eye shadows he wanted you to use and getting closer when you were contouring his nose (not that he needed it). 

Step 3: Have a Star Wars movie marathon (x) this is where you started to show Jeff the nerdy side in you, and you figured out he had one of his own. This is where you two first cuddled, and where you finally realized you didn’t want to spend those long hours with anyone else. This time Jeff was quiet and didn’t ask much questions about what was going on, but you did catch him staring at you a few times. Eventually you both fell asleep on each other during the last scene of the empire strikes back, which was a shorter time span than you had thought you would last. 

Step 4: Go on a mini adventure to all of the museums he loved (because, once again, that hidden nerdy side); this is where Jeff realized that you were really funny, as you kept cracking history jokes and just jokes in general. This time he told you jokes and you had a joke war, eventually getting lunch together and sharing a milkshake (cheesy, but Jeff had suggested it). (x)

Step 5: Party hard, smoke a joint together, and share your first kiss. (o) That’s where you both told each other how you felt, where you had engaged in a drunken make out session with Montgomery and he had gotten extremely jealous and nearly beat his ass for it. When you were sober he had taken you to the porch and watched you sip a cup of water before spilling his feelings out. This was the one step you were going to have the most trouble reenacting. 

Good thing in this town, there was never a weekend that someone was not throwing a party. This time it was Zach Dempsey, because his family was out of town for a family reunion and he had faked sick, so he had his whole giant house to himself. The thing was that you were extremely nervous, and the only person that had been of help lately was Tyler, who had wholeheartedly given his all trying to help you with the plan was not invited to this party. 

You were currently at your house while he sat on the floor sifting through photos of you and Jeff. “Who took these? They’re amazing.” 

“My cousin, Angela. I think you would like her. She’s a fanatic for photography.” You giggled, putting a blouse across your body. You shook your head and threw it into a rising pile. “Ugh, I have absolutely nothing to wear.” 

Tyler stopped looking at the photos and got up, shaking his jacket. “What do you mean? You have a million clothes…” You made a face at him. “Why don’t you just wear what you wore during step five the first time?” 

You turned back to the closet and pushed the remaining clothes aside, spotting the striped t-shirt dress immediately. You reached over and pulled it out, letting the smooth material run through your fingers, memories flashing. There was the click of a flash and you turned slightly, to see that Tyler was looking at his camera. He walked over and showed you the screen. 

“Look how much emotion is running through your eyes… you’re ready for this.” He said, patting your back as you looked down at the picture. 

“I am.” 

~

You flattened the dress on your body when you got out of your car, your hands slightly damp with sweat.  You had paired the dress with a pair of flats, but this time you curled your hair and put it in two buns.Your makeup was done unlike that night and you were more nervous, that was for sure. 

You finally pushed yourself to walk to Zach’s house; the music was already playing, vibrating your teeth and the smell of sweat and weed was so strong you needed to stop and take a breath. Of course it was a party after all. You made it to the front door after what felt like ages, and you took a deep breath. 

“YN!” Someone yelled behind you, and you groaned. It was Clay Jensen and he was walking to the house as well with Hannah Baker. 

You had been avoiding Clay like the plague, because he was a good friend of yours, but ever since that party where you and Jeff convinced him to stay with Hannah you couldn’t face him. You knew he was all about pity. 

“Can’t talk, Jensen!” You yelled, running into the house and immediately going towards where you knew Jeff and the others were. 

Jeff was always a careful person at parties, never letting himself go and usually occupying himself with things other than the drugs and sex. You knew he was in Zach’s game room, and where Jeff was, his followers were as well. No one liked to admit it, but Jeff was the best and most liked of the whole group of jocks and he wasn’t really like them but he hung out with them anyways because Jeff never judged. 

“HEYY!” You yelled once you entered the game room, seeing that all of the guys and a few girls were crowded around the pool table. Everyone turned. “The life of the party is here.” 

The guys clapped, whooping when you did a turn in the air, bringing out your special bag of weed from your bag. They got louder when they saw it. You laughed and walked over to the table, taking off your purse and setting it aside while you looked them over. 

“Y/N, we were wondering if you were ever going to come.” Justin spoke, his hand not so discreetly laying on Jessica’s ass. 

You rolled your eyes. “Foley I’m a cheerleader, I’m literally nearly obliged to come.” 

You walked over and stood next to Jeff, who was smiling slightly as he looked you over. 

“Now that is not true.” Zach started, placing his arm around your shoulder. “You’re a party animal.” 

“You’re so right” You grinned, shaking the bag of cannabis. Zach gave you a high five and took it from your hands. 

“Who is ready to smoke a good one and get high?” Zach yelled out, raising his hands above his head. You cheered with the others and they all went to the couches at the far right of the room, talking loudly. 

Jeff stayed behind as you went to your purse and grabbed your cell phone. “Y/N?” He asked softly. 

You turned to him and a piece of hair fell into your eyes, while you dug through your purse for a lighter now. He got closer and your breath sped up while your heartbeat increased, but on the outside you stayed casual. He reached a hand forward and removed the hair from your eyesight. “You look beautiful tonight.” 

You could feel your heart swelling in your chest, like it was the first time he said it all over again, a smile creeping onto your face. You stood up straight, getting closer and patting his chest while leaning your head up. “Thank you, Jeff. You don’t look too bad yourself.” 

Jeff rolled his eyes as you pulled your head back. “You gonna have a little fun with us tonight?” You asked him, looking over at his cup and seeing only carbonated soda. 

Jeff sighed and shook his head. “I swore off everything when I got home from the hospital. I can’t let my senses become dull anymore, I can’t risk everything for a little high. My mom and dad were scared to death for me to come tonight. They shouldn’t be. So I’m not doing anything, Y/N. I’ll just watch and make sure you don’t do anything too stupid.” 

He chuckled slightly and then touched his arm, squeezing it reassuringly. “That’s good, Jeff. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you again.” 

You had said it without thinking and your eyes widened. He made a face of question but you quickly turned on your heel and sped to the group, squeezing yourself between Zach and Monty. Zach had already rolled one joint and yanked the lighter out of your hand, taking a big hit as he sparked the end of it. You took it from Zach and tried to one up him, smoke coming out of your nostrils as you did. The girls cheered and booed Zach for being beat by a girl. You handed it to Monty and he took it with a wink your way. You rolled your eyes and leaned your head back. The smoke drifted from between your lips and your nose, the feeling of it sending you to bliss. You looked up to see that Jeff was staring at you distantly, sipping his coke. You looked away quickly and distracted yourself with the others, suddenly forgetting about the plan.

When the joint was shriveling and Justin was rolling a second you had forgotten Jeff was there at all, and your legs was in Monty’s lap as he rubbed your thighs and you two laughed like nothing bad was happening. Like the rising anger that Jeff was trying to hold back. Because the plan had done it. When the others started on the second you grabbed the butt end of the old one and sucked in whatever was left, coughing and then grabbing Monty by the shoulders, bringing your mouth to his and blowing the smoke into his open mouth. He sucked it in them let it out, licking his lips and then catching your lips with his. 

“OK, that’s enough!” You heard someone say loudly, but you kept on, kissing Monty’s mouth with force. 

Then two arms were under your arms and you were being pulled away, both you and Monty protesting. You looked back and saw that it was Jeff, and the plan came to your mind again and you smiled lazily. He shook his head at you and then glared down at Monty. 

“Don’t touch her again. Or I’ll kick your teeth in.” 

The words echoed in your head and you bit your lip. He was being much more aggressive than what you expected. Especially with his words. Monty stood up like he was going to fight Jeff, a hurt look on his face but Zach placed an arm across his shoulders, pushing him back.

Jeff lifted you so you were standing straight and wrapped his hands around you elbow, dragging you through the house and to the front door. You two passed many people who looked like they wanted to ask questions, like Clay and Hannah but Jeff did not slow down in his angry march. 

“Jeff, what’s up?” You asked with a slight squeak to your voice. 

Jeff let you go when you two were on the foot of Zach’s porch, sitting down and then patting the spot next to you. You sat down as your heart beat faster with each second. This was starting to seem familiar, even with the clouds that were surrounding your mind. 

“I mean, listen, I have no control over what you do but I really don’t like seeing you getting stoned.” Jeff said, looking away from you. 

“Just getting stoned?” You asked while your hope started to deflate like a balloon.

“Not you just getting stoned.” He sighed, turning to face you formally. “I don’t like seeing you with Monty.” 

You scooted closer without thinking and placed your hand on his shoulder, tears coming to your eyes involuntarily. “Why, Jeff?” 

He pulled you closer and placed his forehead on yours, breathing you in. “Because I remember that I love you.”

Tears spilled out of your eyes and you pulled him into a long awaited kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck and his around your waist. The plan had worked and you had Jeff back, just like you wanted. 

~~
 This took forevverr and it had such a shitty ending but thank you anon for the request! I hope you like it. (NOT EDITED)