i feel stupid all the time

suffering-hetalian  asked:

English is not my native and every time I use articles (which don't exist in my native language) in order to be grammatically correct I feel so stupid and formal. And I always think I use them in excess. Do you natives experience the same?

i can’t speak on behalf of all native english speakers, but i would say that most people generally don’t feel weird using the grammar of their native language because it’s “normal” to them and just comes naturally. i suppose that different aspects of a new foreign language can sometimes feel redundant if they don’t exist in one’s native language, for example a lot of native english speakers struggle to grasp the concept of grammatical gender when learning a foreign language and sometimes disregard its importance with regards to how it makes things sound grammatically correct

There’s this guy I know who makes me feel and seem very aggressive and insecure.
There are actually a few of those 
And I hate being that way because that’s not who I am as a person 
But with them somehow every time I get mad, I argue. 
But I can’t help it, I can’t just let the things they say pass. 
They aren’t bad people but they are people with strong foundations. 
Strong foundations of ideas about people based on things way back in the past
I might now be on the 15th floor they don’t realize,
They still go back to the 3rd floor they met me at and built an image of me in their mind. 

There are some who say things even though I have asked them a dozen times to not like ‘calm down’ or ‘relax’
Like somehow when I am being assertive or specific in my opinions and expressing something clearly I am being aggressive and ‘need to chill’.
Why can’t people have a conversation and not get threatened when 
the reply is more than a few words or when the opinions don’t match?

Then there are those who seem to think they know better about me than I know myself
And I agree I don’t know myself all that well but that how much ever I know is more than anyone else 
They insist on making me agree to their opinions of me, of saying yes to feelings I don’t even feel. 

They aren’t bad people, they are my friends.
And I haven’t honestly, sadly, come across many who would pass this test. 

some lessons I learned from the Foxes

Andrew: know yourself. enforce your boundaries because you have the right to. ask for help when you need it. 

Neil: you are not the people who hurt you. you do belong somewhere. 

Aaron: facing the world alone will only bring you pain. forgive. 

Renee: you can always change. you are not irredeemable. 

Dan: your dreams aren’t stupid or impossible. you can achieve them. 

Allison: no one can tell you who to be. you decide. 

Matt: never forget what made you the person you are today. it may not be pretty, but you’re here, and that counts for so much. 

Nicky: you are nothing to be ashamed of. anybody who makes you feel different isn’t worth your time or energy. 

Kevin: you are stronger than you think. you are capable of greatness. 

Imagine - Zach breaks up with you

Originally posted by pitterpratter

@thrtreasons Request: “pls zach x reader where they dated for a long time and they were super goals but then they broke up idk why and he’s still in love with her and you know he’s not doing well after the tapes and she notices and helps him?? i mean he tells her everything and thinks she’ll hate him etc anyway thank you💫”

It has been exactly one month since you and Zach have broken up, and it was over something extremely stupid. It was over an argument that the two of you had. An argument over the fact that you and Bryce were “too friendly with each other”. Clearly Zach had gone mad. Because you would never cheat on him, and certainly not with Bryce Walker. That guy was a complete asshole and a pervert. If anything, he was always flirting with you, even though you were dating one of his best friends. But you had no intention what so ever to cheat on Zach with Bryce. You loved Zach, you truly did. And he loved you, but clearly not as much as you though because he couldn’t see how it was not you being “too friendly” with Bryce but the other way around.

It has been a painful month for you after the break up. You and Zach were perfect for each other, in your eyes and in the eyes of most of the students at Liberty high. You two were the “IT” couple. Always the talk of the school on how cute the two of you were together and how others wished that they had what you and Zach had. Why did things have to end between the two of you. You remember the night where everything went downhill, like it was yesterday…

“I’m not ‘all over Bryce’ Zach! That’s ridiculous!” You yell.

You and Zach were sitting in your living. Your parents were gone for the weekend on some business trip and Zach had promise to keep you company in the time being. So he had come over to your house so the two of you could cuddle and watch some movies. But things turned south pretty quickly…

“Sure you’re not.” Zach scoffs “You two are always flirting with each other! And right in front of me too!” He booms out.

“You know I’m really surprised that you haven’t left me for him yet, slut…” He breathes out the last word that you nearly missed what he said.

But it’s too late. You heard it. And you have never been more humiliated and furious in your life.

You look at him straight in the eyes, seething, and slap him. Hard. Right across his face.

“You know what!? Fuck you Zachary!” You spit out. “I fucking hate you! Get out!”

Zach scoffs and then says with malice, “Sure, I’ll leave, but know this, we’re fucking done (Y/N). I don’t even know why I went out with such a slut like you in the first place.” Then Zach walks out your door.

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a cog in the machine pt. 1

pairing: reader x jimin, yoongi

genre: robot!jimin, assassin!au, mafia!au, angst, smut

word count: 6,954

warnings: depictions of violence, descriptive smut, mention of minor character death

A/N: thank you to @kenwayer27 for helping me develop the plot of this series. thank you to @gukvory for putting up with my constant teasers and torment.

Originally posted by the-rap-man

a cog in the machine:  a small or insignificant member of a larger organization or system

“Run!” you heard Hyunsik shout behind you as your feet gained momentum on the pavement. Yoongi was already several yards ahead of you, leading the way to safety. The three of you had been ambushed. Your targets now made you the target.

You could feel your heartbeat in your chest as you tried to run as fast as you could, but you were stuck in place. There was no place for you to go. There was no place for you to hide as the sounds of their bullets started to ring through your ears.

“I told you to run!” he shouted again, angry that your feet hadn’t made any progress.

“I can’t move!” you shout as you turn around to face him.

The air gets knocked out of your lungs when you see the sight in front of you. Hyunsik is on his knees. Flowers grow from chest where the metal bullets made impact. He silently begs you to turn around, not wanting you to see the gardenia’s blooming. You let out a silent scream, no one able to hear your cries as you watch the petals of the white flowers spread open as they drain the light from his eyes.

Your eyes snapped open to a room full of darkness. You were dreaming. It was just a dream. You grabbed at your chest only to find that you weren’t dressed. Sitting up, you realized that you had fallen asleep in his bed. The clock on his bedside table read 4:30 in the morning. You had to be up in 30 minutes.

He doesn’t stir as you slip out of his bed, cursing yourself for breaking one of the most important rules between the two of you: never stay the night. Sleeping with your partner was already a very bad idea and neither of you wanted to deal with what could happen if either of you developed feelings. Emotional weakness could get either one of you killed.

And as your dream reminded you, you had already lost enough.

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Best Friends (Part 11)

Summary: Meeting in college, you and Bucky strike up a friendship. And that is all there is, until Bucky realizes he’s in love with you. But it might just be a little too late for that.

Word Count: 739

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A/N: This is right before the end, guys!


Originally posted by buckypupbarnes

Bucky didn’t see you for the next two weeks. He felt betrayed by you, his heart broken to pieces with the choice you had made. You had chosen a man you barely knew over him, over more than ten years of friendship, of memories and laughter. He thought he’d have some leverage, but you had proven him wrong.

The day of your wedding, Steve came bursting into Bucky’s place and swatted the back of his head. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Bucky yelped and glared at him. “What the fuck, man?”

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interviewer: what are you passionate about?

me: the fact that kim taehyung is an actor, singer, composer, and songwriter who
• goes to art museums to actively appreciate art
• he provides insightful reasons as to why he loves certain photographs and paintings (e.g. ryan mcginley’s photographs remind him of youth, freedom, and happiness)
• he watches american and british romance movies and recommends them to his fans and members
• he wrote and composed his successful song hold me tight
• he gave jimin a handwritten letter for his birthday
• and despite his limited knowledge of english he is always so willing to learn more
• bUT BEYOND THOSE THINGS he is such a pure fucking person who genuinely cares about his members bc he is so perceptive of their needs like,,, he praises and adores jimin all the time, he spoils jungkook so much, he was the one who said yoongi would be a great speaker bc his voice is nice, he goes out of his way to make sure hoseok feels appreciated, he was the one who brought up jin’s graduation when everyone else was asking about jungkook’s, he admires namjoon so much
• he places his family before himself without fail. all. the. time.
• he taught me to embrace who i am without being ashamed
and yet bc he’s optimistic and bc he’s bubbly and bc he has a hard time w words, some ppl only care to see him as stupid and that just breaks my heart

interviewer, in tears: you’re fucking hired

So I’m a customer at a certain variety of “dollar” general store and there’s a pretty bad storm moving in quickly, and the power goes out. It comes back on immediately, but we have to wait for the system to boot. Customer decides she is too important for that and starts demanding that the cashier take her cash and scan her item (an all important bottle of b-12 gummies) later.

Obviously this is a ridiculous demand and the cashier is like “I literally cannot” and this woman proceeds to bitch and complain as loudly as possible. Now, I don’t work in retail any more, thank god, but I remember the feeling, and folks, I fucking LOST IT. I went right over the top of her rant and I was like “YOU KNOW WHAT, WE’RE ALL HAVING TO WAIT, WE ALL WANT TO GET HOME BEFORE THE RAIN, AND YOU ARE LITERALLY ASKING HER TO RISK BEING FIRED OVER YOUR STUPID B-12 GUMMIES, FUCKING SHUT UP.”

She was a bit taken aback, and attempted to tell me that it was none of my business, to which I replied, “You made it my business when you started acting the fool in front of everyone.”

She shut up and I felt amazing. So many times I have wanted to do that and now I finally can.

Naturally (Jeff Atkins, 13 reasons)

“I’m fucking illiterate. There’s no point in doing any of this work, Y/N” Jeff sunk lower in his chair. He looked around the library, tapping his pencil at a fast rate.

He hadn’t gotten above a C in English since his freshman year, and he’d never wanted to. That was, until he’d met Y/N.

She made him want to be better, above anything else. And when she offered to tutor him in English, he dropped Clay as his tutor. At least for that subject.

“Jeff, come on. Plenty of people still get homophones mixed up. Hell, when I review my papers I have to go through two different spell check systems because I make mistakes. Okay?” He pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit he had made, it was something he did when he was frustrated.

“Okay, they’re staring.” He looked at the table next to them, a few freshman and sophomores stared at them.

“Who cares, focus on your paper.” Y/N looked back down at her notes, she’d been doing her own homework at the same time as tutoring him. Jeff put a hand on her knee.

“I get that the wifi’s out at my house. But why can’t we go to your place again?” He laid his head down on the table so he could make eye contact with his girlfriend.

“For this exact reason. My dad’s not your biggest fan after last week. They don’t even want us alone upstairs with the door open. So the library will do.” She removed his hand from her knee.

Jeff smirked, remembering the prior week’s events.

“Maybe Clay should go back to being your only tutor. Oh, don’t give me that look, Atkins. You know I wanna help.” Y/N ran her hands through her boyfriend’s hair. He formed his lips into a pouting expression.

“Face it. I’m a lost cause. My girlfriend can’t get anything through my head. The smartest kid in school can’t get me to retain any information. I’m stupid.” He threw his pencil down and slammed his textbook shut, breathing heavily.

He believed it. He said it all the time. A C average GPA didn’t make anyone feel great. But with all of his friends being athletes, he was surrounded by those who thrived and could juggle both school work and sports.

“I’m never gonna get into college.” He said quickly, shaking his head.

“Jeff that’s not-” he continued before letting her finish, not even acknowledging that she’d begun to speak.

“No matter if I hit a home run every single time I’m up to bat this season, I won’t get into any college. Grades matter, Y/N. Being smart matters.”

He grabbed his backpack and stuffed all of his notes and his textbook into his backpack. After he jammed everything into the bag, he tried to zip it. He roughly yanked the bag around, trying as hard as he could before giving up by shoving the full bag off of the table. His hands covered his face, he was crying.

“Let’s go to the car.” Y/N grabbed his backpack, gently working the zippers until they finally shut. She swung the bag over her shoulder, keeping her messenger bag on her other shoulder.

“Come on.” She said firmly.

He scooted his chair out, getting up and walking out of the library faster than she’d anticipated. Y/N caught up with him, soon walking beside him, neither said a word.

“Sorry- I’m sorry if I made a scene.” He mumbled as the two approached his car.

“We need to talk. Even if you don’t want to.” She sighed, opening the passenger door and sliding in.

“You wanna know why I think I’m stupid?You, My own girlfriend gave up on me. Is it possible to sink lower than that?” Y/N handed Jeff his backpack, knowing that would force him to look at her.

“Why the hell would you say that?” Her eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m an idiot. What’s gonna happen when I don’t get into college? And I’m here for the rest of my life, still managing the batting cages. And you’re off at some big city actually living your life.” He was being honest about how he felt, that she knew for sure now.

“Stop it. But how the hell do you think this means I want to give up on you? I’d never. You’re giving up on yourself.” Y/N slid over the middle seat of his pick up truck and leaned her head on his shoulder.

“You don’t wanna tutor me. You can’t tutor me. I’m a lost cause, aren’t I? Even Clay gets frustrated ‘cause I can’t learn.” Jeff snaked his arm around her shoulders.

She looked at him. He knew she’d get frustrated. He knew she’d say it was untrue. But it wasn’t untrue. It just wasn’t.

“Jeff, that’s not how I meant it. I just think it’s hard to mix business with pleasure. Do you know what I mean?” She smirked at him before soothing him by drawing small circles on his hand with her thumb.

“My stupidity is too distracting to get through any actual teaching.” He stared at the peddles of his vehicle.

“You know what I think your problem is?” She sat up, staring at him with her arms folded across her chest.

“What’s that?” He looked up, smiling weakly.

“Baseball comes really easily to you. You’re a natural. Maybe I’m not a natural at sports, but I’m a natural with school. Don’t you see? We all have strengths and weaknesses and sometimes we have to work harder to accomplish certain things.” She was proud of her explanation. He just stared at her for a little while.

“Jenson’s best to help me. You’re right.” He grabbed the tips of her hair and twirled them around his fingers.

“You know what else I’m right about?” She grinned at him. He arched an eyebrow, not totally sure as to what was going to be said next.

“What’s that?” He verbally acknowledged her.

“My parents won’t know if we study at the abandoned parking lot on Lincoln instead of at the library.” She grabbed his knee the way he had grabbed hers in the library.

His eyes widened, before a shit eating grin took over his face.

“Well alrighty.” He looked behind, backing out of the school lot quickly. This was something he thought they were both naturally just fine at.

an apology letter to my muse
—  i am sorry that i made a poetry out of every word you said and i am sorry that many a times i painted you as the villain of my stories when you probably were the hero. i am sorry that i told the world your secrets that you shared with me at 2.17am on the nights when it rained a little less and at 1.39am on the nights that were warmer than usual. i am sorry that i talked about you to complete strangers and that i knew more about you than you yourself did. i am sorry if someone ever comes up to you to ask about why you broke my heart, because you didn’t break my heart, i did that and put the blame on you. i am sorry if i made you stay up nights with me because no one could calm down the voices in my head like you did and no one worried about me like you did and so i told you my problems and sometimes made them yours. i am sorry that i talk to my friends about you and sometimes things get out of hand. i am sorry that i never told you how much i love you because i can’t bear to lose our friendship and i can’t bear rejection. i am sorry for all the times i cursed you at 3am because my stupid brain couldn’t stop thinking of you.
i am sorry that i kind of used you to break my heart over and over again even after it was already broken just to feel the pain so that i could write about it all. i am sorry that i couldn’t let go of you when i should have, i am sorry that i am still holding on, i am sorry.
4 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 4,429

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as blood, drugs and guns.

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

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The familiar cherry blossom tree shook violently against the wind as you pulled up the manor house, an accurate reflection of what your life had become. Taehyung had used the GPS locator in Jin’s cellphone to determine where you both were, once he had the all clear from Jimin he came to collect and return you. The entire car journey was painfully silent, the only noise being the loud rhythmic tapping of Taehyung’s large hands on the steering wheel.

As soon as you pulled up into the driveway the car door was opened for you, a strong arm pulling you out of the huge silver Audi Q7 and into a desperate embrace. Jimin squeezed your body in his vice-like grip, his powerful arms cutting off your oxygen supply as he grasped your waist impossibly tighter, a deep relieved sigh landing in the crook of your neck. You nearly stumbled backwards as the tiny pieces of gravel made you uneasy on your feet, getting stuck inside the ridges of your Doc Martens, not to mention the fact you hadn’t eaten or slept in days. You weakly wrapped your arms around his frame, happy to see your brother alive.

“I’ve been worried sick.” Jimin whispered, pulling away to face you. “I’m so glad you’re okay… I’m so grateful that Jin got you out of here before things got too crazy.” He admitted, stepping back from your body. Jin and Taehyung had gotten out of the car, both of them stood behind you protectively like guards.

“What happened?” You asked, your eyes drifting to Jimin’s office window where you could see Sung peeking down at you through the blinds, mascara running down her cheeks as though she’d been crying. Turning your attention back to Jimin you noticed he had a few small cuts on his eyebrow, and a swollen lip. He must’ve got hurt the other night.

“We tried to make the deal, but Hoseok double crossed us… His guy Namjoon killed one of our girls as a decoy-, I think he was going to try and take you…” Jimin admitted truthfully, he knew that he couldn’t keep you in the dark about the truth any longer. “Jin, I can’t thank you enough…” He moved his body so he was stood in front of Jin, the two men sharing a brotherly hug.

“I’m going to take a shower and get some sleep.” You lied, knowing that you wouldn’t be sleeping any time soon at a time like this. “I’ll see you all tomorrow.” You barely smiled, not hanging round long enough for them to oppose as you made your way across the stones, eventually finding yourself outside the safe house at the bottom of the garden.

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RIP To My Youth

and you could call this the funeral

My first Jughead imagine, this is part one, if you guys enjoy it I’ll keep it going. 

Pairing: Jughead x Reader 

Description: Jug and the reader have been best friends since they were kids, but lately, things have changed, Riverdale has changed, Jug has changed and Y/N thinks maybe it’s time she changed too. 

Warnings: ANGST ANGST SO MUCH ANGST YO (maybe a couple o swears)

Word count: 2088

Part 2https://thatsadbreakfastclub.tumblr.com/post/158505761114/rip-to-my-youth-pt-2



It was getting to the point where I was having internal battles with myself every night. ‘Y/N he’s working on the novel and the newspaper, of course, it’s going to be harder for him to spend time with you’ versus ‘he’s moved on, he’s closer with Betty now, he and Archie are closer too, you’ve lost him, you’re irrelevant’. These were the thoughts that had been consuming my brain for the past couple of weeks. Jug was my best friend, right? Maybe I should text him? Maybe not. I started playing with my pale grey cap, my nervous tick of sorts. Jug could always tell when I was nervous because I would fiddle with the cap “Y/N” he’d say “spill it, you can’t hide anything from me, I can read you like an open book”. Thinking about this little memory was bittersweet. How can someone who’s practically by your side every day suddenly just have no real interest in talking to you? Ever since the murder of Jason Blossom, it really feels like everything in Riverdale has changed.

I glanced at my clock perched on my bedside table, 7:45 pm sigh. Maybe doing some homework will take my mind off all this bullshit, who’s idea was it to put me in advanced algebra anyway? Oh, that’s right my father, who I really wish was here right now and not away on some business trip. Tonight would have to be a lonely one. That’s when I remembered I had Jug’s math textbook, there it was sitting on my desk. I flipped it open and sure enough on the bottom left-hand corner was a small ‘property of Jughead Jones’. Perfect I could use this as an excuse to text him. 

Hey Jug, I forgot I had your math textbook? Want me to come drop it over? The two-hour wait to get a reply just built up more and more anger inside of me Hey Y/N, I’m working on an article with Betty right now, could you drop it off to me in the newsroom in free period tomorrow? This was it, this was fucking it, oh I would take his textbook to him tomorrow and I would also confront him about this whole thing, that’s what I’d do straight up ask him why I was suddenly dead weight, I’ve had his guys back for so many years and now I’m just nothing, I won’t have it. Will do I sent back, cool calm and collected and then I was going to give him a piece of my mind tomorrow.

Getting ready for school was never a difficult task for me, I pretty much did the same thing everyday. My Y/H/C was tied into a ponytail with the front strands falling onto my face framing it. I put on my classic ripped boyfriend jeans and a black t-shirt, accompanied by my army jacket. To finish off my classic look I added my signature grey cap and put on my favourite dark grey lipstick. I wasn’t the girliest of girls, that was for sure, but everyone seemed to identify me by my style and in this I found comfort. After giving myself the once over in the mirror I grabbed Jug’s textbook from my desk, shoving it into my bag and I set off for school.

The day dragged on and on, I had a tonne of classes with Kevin and Ronnie today so it was nice to hang out with them for a change. This was of course until Kevin pulled the “I haven’t seen you and Jughead together in a while, what happened you two are usually joined at the hip?” line “You guys are my otp, I hope there’s no trouble in paradise” Veronica added. “Ronnie we’re not dating, why does everyone always think that and honestly, I don’t know, I guess he’s been too busy with this whole novel and newspaper thing to remember me as well” I replied giving my best interpretation of a fake smile. Veronica and Kevin gave me sympathetic looks. 

As the bell rang, signaling our release I was packing my things together when Veronica grabbed my arm. “Y/N you need to tell Jug how you feel, I don’t know if you’ve even admitted it to yourself yet but it’s pretty obvious you’re in love with him, I can see how much not seeing him is hurting you and I think it’s best if you face this head on” I was so taken aback by this, I mean for years I’ve always had people ask if Jug and I were dating but no one had been this blatant with me. Was she right?, No he’s my best friend, I couldn’t be in love with him no way. I let out an awkward laugh “I don’t love Jughead, we’re just friends” It came out so defensive that Veronica raised both her eyebrows and folded her arms “the fact that you’re being so defensive about this just further proves my point” She said in a sing-song voice. “I gotta go Ronnie” I replied standing up from my seat and walking out the classroom “I only say this cause’ I care” she yelled after me.  

Making my way towards the newsroom, I’d never felt so nervous in my life, like get a grip girlie it was just your friend, surely this whole not speaking to me thing was just, not even a big deal and I was hyping it all up. I was still going to have a go at him though because he was angry when Archie ditched him and now he’s okay with doing it to me? Not on my watch.

I had the math book in my hand as I was walking up to the door of the newsroom, I had my best ‘pissed off face’ going on I was ready.

I had my hand almost on the doorknob when I took a quick glance through the doors glass window. That was when my stomach fell, my jaw dropped and my heart involuntarily shattered. It was just a glimpse that’s all I could allow myself to watch, but inside that dusty old newsroom was one Jughead Jones kissing Elizabeth Cooper. The feelings hit me like a truck, and then everything went numb.

I didn’t know what to do so without giving any sign I was there I dropped the math book and ran, I ran out of the school I ran past pops and all the way home. By this time the tears were free falling, I couldn’t stop it and I didn’t care. Once I was in the safety of being inside my house with the door locked I gave in to my emotions and just slid down to the floor.

Wow, I felt so stupid and so naive, why didn’t I see this coming, it all made perfect sense now. I guess this was me also coming to terms with the fact that as usual Ronnie was right, I was painfully in love with Jug and now I was too late to ever do anything about it.

The more I sat there and thought about it the more I came to realise that this was my fault. I held Jug up to this crazy high standard and just assumed it would always be him and me at the end of the day. I had sacrificed so much to hang out with him, to keep my “image”, I avoided making too many other friends, I avoided parties, extracurricular activities you name it I wasn’t a part of it. Now it was all going to change, it had to change. Maybe this was the wake-up call I needed. I had to work on myself, be better, be stronger. Most of all this needed to happen because this meant I could quite literally not be around Jughead anymore, I think seeing or talking to him would make me cry, something the new me will NOT be doing.

I picked myself up off the floor and headed to the bathroom to wash my face. “Get a grip Y/N, ” I told myself staring into the mirror. It’s like as soon as I come to terms with the feelings I think I may have had for years, I have to immediately try to get rid of them. I think this was a coping mechanism for me, and I think the reason I’ve never let myself admit that I had feelings for him before was because I fear rejection so much so very much, and I had to do what I knew would keep him around and that was to continue to be his friend. Well, little girl it’s time to grow up.

And what’s the best way to look more mature and confident, change your style. From what I’ve witnessed from the media, what you wear can have a profound impact on how people view you. This is what I had to do first, get rid of the “old me” look. This meant bye grey cap, bye dark lipstick ( I mean what was I even trying to do with that? Look like a corpse?) (oh wow corpse jokes really funny, maybe a bit too real in light of recent circumstances.) And also a very big goodbye to my jeans and army jacket, that would have to go too.

Looking through my closet it was apparent I didn’t have much to work with, I would definitely have to go shopping this weekend, I’ll bring Ronnie and Kevin along, they know fashion and are probably more than willing to help me out. AH HUH eureka! The dress I’ve been looking for! About two months ago I bought this really nice burgundy skater dress that I was planning to wear on a summer trip away, but when that got cancelled I never really had an excuse to wear it, until now. It showed a lot of leg, which I was surprisingly pretty comfortable with. The thought of people seeing me in this tomorrow made me feel a mixture of excitement and nausea.

The next thing that would change was the hair; no more would it be hidden by a cap and just randomly pulled back behind my face. I would wear it down and give it a curl. I think that would give me a nice elegant edge. God, I really don’t think anyone’s even going to recognise me tomorrow, kinda funny really. The next thing I had to do was go on to the school website and look for an extracurricular I would be willing to do. Hopefully, this would be a good way to make new friends and keep me busy.

I went and grabbed my laptop from my desk, as I did this I heard my phone vibrate, which meant I had a message. The name that made the screen light up made my heart skip a few beats, it was from Jug Hey, I just found my math book outside the newsroom? Why did you leave it there and not come inside? SIGH, reading that was like a knife to my chest, I immediately deleted the message, this may be immature but I needed time, I can’t bring myself to talk to him and if he can do it to me I can sure as hell do it to him. 

Shaking those thoughts away I was brought back to the task at hand. Logging onto the schools web page I found the list of extracurricular activities going on at Riverdale high. Chess club? Pass. Girl’s soccer? Hard pass.  Mathletes? No way in hell. Come on there has to be something here. After fifteen minutes of looking to no avail I scrolled past the extracurricular activities. Eventually I saw an ad posted by the she-devil herself Cheryl Blossom, apparently, one of the river vixens had broken her ankle and a new vixen was needed immediately, auditions were tomorrow after school. Hmm, could I do this? Maybe I could? The old me would never dream of being a cheerleader but the new me, maybe she could. You know what, fuck it. It was decided, I caught myself slightly smiling as I clicked ‘attend’ on the event. It felt like a breath of fresh air, tomorrow I would walk into school confident and new. I was going to cure my own broken heart. I just hoped a run in with Jughead wouldn’t make it all come crashing down.

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“Are You Okay?” - Jeff Atkins

Summary : Montgomery asks you for help in chemistry, but turns out he doesn’t really want to study. The conversation gets a little out of hands and Jeff is the one who comes to calm things down.

Pairing : Jeff Atkins x Reader

Words count : 860

Warnings : Mature and graphic language

A/N : I wrote this in half an hour and it’s not that good. Also, english isn’t my first language so sorry if there is any mistakes. Send your request!

Originally posted by knightlley

Like every other day, I stopped by my locker to pick up my books. While opening it, I spotted Jeff. So did he, and we both smiled at each other as a ‘hello’. How mind blowing his smile was. I couldn’t help but think that every time I saw it. As I picked my books, I started to hear whispers behind me. At first, I wasn’t paying attention to them, but then some words caught my ears.

“Go ahead!” This sentence was repeated a few times by different guys. “Yeah, go!” And then some laughter came out from their mouths.

As I turned around, Montgomery de la Cruz, surrounded by his friends, was leaning against the lockers behind me. When they caught me looking at them, they all went silence with a playful smile on their lips. I started to feel uncomfortable, so I rapidly closed my locker and started to walk out.

“Y/N!” I couldn’t even take two steps that I was stopped by someone grabbing my arm. My eyes laid on Montgomery, again, who had a stupid smile stuck on his face. “Hey. Hum-” He glanced over at his friends, all laughing. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Yeah, hum- sure.” It felt like i was being played and it wasn’t a good feeling, at all.

“So, I need help in chemistry and I was wondering if you could help me, with… stuff, you know?” I was surprise by his request as I’m not good at all in chemistry. But he probably doesn’t know that.

“I would like to help you, but i’m failing in chemistry so I can’t do much for you.” I was ready for him to answer something so I could mind my own business again, but he didn’t.

“Oh, you know, it’s okay. You can still come by my house. We won’t have to study.” His rested his hand against the locker to our left, his face leaning closer to me. It took me a moment to realize what he was talking about, and I couldn’t be more disgusted.

“Are you kidding me? Won’t happen for anything in the world.” My voice suddenly raised with how angry I was at him. His friends started laughing at him, at how I rejected him.

“What the fuck guys? Stop!” He looked back at me with anger in his eyes. “A slut like you will come back and beg for it at some point.” His voice was so loud that it stopped many conversation around us. People were staring at us. No sounds were coming out of my mouth at this point. “What? Don’t have anything to say now?” His arms were wide open, like he was confronting me to fight back.

I looked around me to find comforting eyes, but everyone was just waiting for me to make a move. My mouth was hang open, shocked by the humiliation. Eventually, my eyes laid on Jeff in the crowd of people.

“Are you waiting for my dick with your mouth open like that?” At this point, I just couldn’t take it anymore.

“What the fuck?” I stepped closer to him. “Stop it!” I started pushing him back with the little strength I had. “Who do you think you are!?” I kept pushing him harder. More people were coming around us to see what was happening.

I just kept screaming at him, letting my anger out, when at some point I felt a pair of arms around my waists, pushing me back. I barely saw who it was, they already had their back in front of me, facing Montgomery.

“What the hell, man? What do you think you’re doing here?” Jeff was the one standing in front of me, defending me. No respond was heard from Montgomery.

“Let’s go.” He finally said. He passed by me with his friends, his eyes still filled with anger.

“Let’s go people, there’s nothing to see.” Jeff stated to the crowd that started to dissolve. He then faced me, putting his hands on my shoulders, a worry look on his face. “Are you okay?”

“Humiliated.” I was looking at the floor, so embarrassed to look at him after what happened.

“Hey.” He lifted my head up with his hand. “Montgomery is an ass, you can’t let what he said bring you down.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” As my respond wasn’t that convincing, he took a step closer and took me in his arms. His embrace was very comforting, with his hand stroking my hair and the other on my back. I could have stopped time to stay like this a little longer.

The last bell of the day rang, letting everyone know it was time to go home. We moved away from each other, and he faced me with an adorable smile. I couldn’t help but smile back at him and blushed.

“Do you need a ride home?” He asked to me, nicely.

“Actually, yes.” I answered, taking the opportunity offered to me.

I was very confused as a teenager: “I don’t know who the fuck I am, I don’t know what life’s about, I don’t know why I feel scared all the time and I feel stupid all the time and self conscious all the time…” So I tried painting and drawing. I was shit at it. I tried music. I was shit at it. I tried acting. I was shit at it. But! I enjoyed it. I had a really encouraging teacher who told me I should give it a shot. I’m a lucky one, who got someone who woke me up a bit and said, “You can do this”.

Dialogue Prompts #2

Inspired by things that have been said in my Political Science class. (roughly translated to English)

1) “I’ve studied all night, and I still don’t understand this.” 

2) “Did you do the homework?” “No.” “Oh thank god, I’m not the only one!”

3) “Putin and Trump should go to couples therapy”

4) “She’s cute, but I’m pretty sure she can’t count to ten.”

5) “I can fit a whole row of crackers in my mouth, want to see?”

6) “I only came because of the free food.”

7) “Child labor is alive and well”

8) “Life would be horrible without vodka juice boxes”

9) “Wait wrong class” “He was here for an hour, and he just now realizes this?”

10) “You can’t buy my love!” “I got you doughnuts”

11) “Death is near, but not near enough”

12) “My only goal in life is to pass this class”

13) “The British are invading again” “Fuck!”

14) “I drew Trump and Putin as cats, want to see?”

15) “Motivation? What is that!?!”

16) “What are you doing?” “Trying to read my own handwritting”

17) “Do you think Trump writes love letters to Putin? I do”

18) “I would never murder you….well not with my bare hands, that’s too much work”

19) “You said if I go to bed early I would feel better…..you’re a fucking liar”

20) “On a scale of 1-5 how bad did you fail?” “5″ “Perfect, me too”

21) “None of you are my friends, I only tolerate you all”

22) “Did you really cry during Trumps inauguration?” “It was tears of laughter, don’t judge”

23) “I’m the Europen Union and you’re the United Kingdom. Now get the fuck out”

24) “Do you think he’s trying to be this stupid?”

25) “If she says that word one more time, I’m going to throw her out the door”

26) “Why is there a goat in the hallway?” “Oh that’s Anton”

27) “You’re late” “Glad you noticed”

28) “The instructor is wearing running shorts again” “I’m starting to think he hates us”

29) “I would make a pretty girl” “Don’t lie to yourself like that”

30) “Being a disappointment is better than you think. No one has any high standards of you, so when you do something cool, everyone is amazed”


What things have been said in any of your classes or workplace?

BTS Mafia Reaction: Regaining their fiancee’s trust after she ran away

||| Anon asked: Pls write more bts/exo mafia!! Possibility a continuation like regaining ur trust after making you go back with them. |||

EXO


A/N1: After I wrote this I realized that some of the reactions are more like what they do when they get you back, rather than regaining your trust. Oh well… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


Jin/Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by jjilljj

He acted normal as if nothing happened but sometimes even more sweet than usual.

“Let’s not make this awkward and just be as before.”


Park Jimin

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

As promised he locked you up in the house and didn’t talk to you in over a month. When he finally came back, you didn’t want to admit it but felt happy seeing him.

“I hope you learned your lesson and will behave now.”


V/Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by donewithjeon

He never even mentioned your escape as he decided that it was only a vacation.

“Jagi, you should have known better than not to invite me.”


Rap Monster/Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by rm-olderfan

He was pissed and didn’t let you out of his sight and you were allowed to leave the house only with him.

“Your escape cost me a big deal, so now I will have to watch you, so you don’t cause me more trouble.”


Suga/Min Yoongi

Originally posted by nnochu

He was annoyed and whenever you two talked he gave you a big moral beforehand. Not taking any more chances he even hired a few bodyguards to be with you at all times.

“I hope you will be smart enough not to do it for a third time.”


J-Hope/Jung Hoseok

Originally posted by hoseokb

He mostly laughed it all off and just reminded you from time to time what a stupid idea it was to try to run away. He wasn’t angry but he became more possessive and wanted you to be with him throughout the whole day.

“I’m glad our serious talk back then put some sense into you.”


Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

He made you quit your job and took a break himself just so you two could work this out. You didn’t feel like talking to him but he was persistent and determined to change your mind about his work.

“You know we are engaged right? So you better realize soon that we’ll be living together for the rest of our lives and start talking.”


Reaction when their fiancee runs away -> BTS, EXO, Monsta X

A/N2: Feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc. I keep up with a lot of groups. Both male and female!! 😉

Turns out I have a shit ton of headcanons about Noah Czerny pre-death and since I’m avoiding responsibility right now I’m going to type a bunch of them out:

  • Noah was part of a badass group of skater kids who all owned fancy bright colored cars but preferred to skateboard to school.
  • Him and his five friends lived in a huge house seven minutes (ten by skateboard) away from Aglionby. There was a bowl pool outback that stayed empty throughout the entire summer and a terribly built halfpipe that you had to be careful not to skate over the missing board. 
  • Pretty much all of them were the epitome of emo kids. Noah had the bleached blond hair that the Gangsey later wouldn’t understand wasn’t his natural color. The rest of his friends either had stark black long hair or spiky blond hair too- during the summer months, they would all dye their hair the bright crazy colors that didn’t meet Aglionby’s dress code requirements. 
  • If you wanted weed, they were the resident go-to dealers. And with every weed purchase, one (1) free cd featuring their garage band’s music was included. Noah played drums. The band was called “Prep School Scandal” or something equally as corny and they constantly sang about hating their school/town even though they were a bunch of privileged kids. 
  • They were constantly getting in trouble for skating the railings out front of Aglionby and had racked up enough detentions between them to cover an entire wall in their house with the slips. If it wasn’t for their parents’ money, they would have been kicked out a long time ago.

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