i have really missed them though

anonymous asked:

Hello! You've been on tumblr pretty much since the beginning of seventeen, right? I was just wondering which other people have been around since then? I'm just curious ^3^

Hi! Yeah, I think I got into Seventeen a week after Adore U came out. These are the ones I’m following, though I might have missed some because I can’t really remember all the active debut era fans. But these blogs I clearly remember from those golden days (and have been consistently active).

@joshsua, @junghan, @junhui, @wonnhao, @hanwooz, @pledisseventeen, @17dad, @minghaou,  (along with @jshuahong@sugarjisoo & @saltyjeonghan who are less active but I can’t think of debut era without them!) 

Best Out-of-Context Lines From Musicals

- “Sit down John, you fat motherfucker!”

- “Screw the middle classes, I will never accept them!”

- “Consider yourself part of the furniture.”

- “Now shut your face.”

- “Henry can’t really stay; he’s got rabies.”

- “I love you even though it does not matter that I still don’t know your name.”

- “The internet is not for porn!”

- “Miss America should just resign!”

- “No one keeps a cow for a friend!”

- “Lot 666 then.”

- “Nothing can bend the will like half-Castilian men!”

- “Sometimes my father appeared to enjoy having children.”

List of thoughts jack probably had through the years about Eric Bittl

Year One
•He’s frustrating
•oh but he actually wants to get better
•good at hockey but i started off calling him bittle I cant shorten his name now
•pleasant kid
•its cool that more people of the lgbt community are getting into hockey, or at least being open about their sexual preferences
•do you think he would want maple syrup from uncle? Or honey from uncle with bees? Ill ask (proceeds to get into hour conversation about honey vs maple syrup) uh… i still dont know
•(during the summer) uh i miss bittle. He was cute. I think i kinda like him in the romantic sense but maybe i just miss him too much. Even if i did like bittle, who can blame me. Also i shouldnt act on it, hes a teammate and friend and i cant ruin a freindship again this way

Year two
•bittle is really sweet
•bittle would make any boyfriend of his happy, like look at these pies and hes athletic so his legs look so good and his face is cute. I hope his future boyfriend treats him well or the SMH team will have something to say
•bittle looks so good for the camera hes like an angel. A little southern angel.
•senior year is a bit daunting but at least my friends are here and i have bitty’s pies. Im going to miss them. One step at a time though jack.
•i regret yelling at bittle last year its been a while and were friends now but i mean i can make up for it by taking him out for the sugar coffee he likes i suppose, no other reason for taking him out more than shitty
•his legs are so good (x500)
•aw he still isnt used to the cold here bits, my jacket.
•i want to kiss him. Oh wow what an impulsive thought jack keep it together youre probably horny and hes gay but hes a teammate. Hockey over ten minutes of pleasure as mom always says
•im gonna miss bittle i cant believe this is happening oh no… i would give up hockey playing to be by bittle for another year.. oh no i love him and i didnt tell him

Year three
•i love him so much
•[REDACTED]
•bits looks so good in this kitchen.. and in my room…. and my living room…(etc)
•[REDACTED]
•I LOVE HIM (x9999*10^9999999)
•should i buy him these butt shorts or send him a link- oh wait oh my god bitty butt
•im a bitty butt man

Being a DC Superhero and Dating Tom Holland Will Include:

Originally posted by juliechavira

Bold - Tom Italic - You and Both - Someone else

  • You were casted as Supergirl for the new Justice League.
  • “You can’t tell anybody yet.”
  • But literally one day later, you accidentally told Tom and Harrison in a Video Call.
  • “You need to come with us! Marvel is so cool, okay?” “But batman is still the coolest.” “No, spiderman is.” “No supergirl is!” “Since when did you liked Supergirl?” “Since i became her! OMG NO NO i’m not her! UGH”
  • When DC finally decided to announce who’s the new Supergirl. Tom was literally waiting for the announcement. He literally haven’t got over it for 3 hours.
  • Your cast members teasing you about Tom. Especially Ezra and Jason.
  • “Oh come on is your baby missing you already?” “Shut up Jason!” “What’s his name again? Ah Spiderpig, oh no no spiderperson?” “Spiderman, Ezra. SPIDERMAN!”
  • Gal Gadot and Amy Adams being your best friends, even though you’re a lot younger than them. 
  • Ben Affleck and Henry Cavill calling you ‘child’
  • “Who’s this Tom Holland?” “My boyfriend, dads” “BEN! You didn’t inform me our daughter have a boyfriend!” “I didn’t know it either!”
  • Tom visiting you in set and everyone was staring at him surprised, because he’s working with Marvel.
  • Nevertheless Tom and the cast of Justice League became really good friends. Ezra literally became his best friend afterwards.
  • Harrison had the chance to meet Ben Affleck aka Batman, he literally fangirled over him for months.
  • Tom and You fighting over who’s better, DC or Marvel.
  • “No Captain America is better!” “Dude we have Wonder Woman who’s like both Thor and Captain America.”
  • But it always end up, you two having really heated make out session and sometimes sex.
  • You two are like Romeo and Juliet of the modern era and Hollywood.
  • Even though you’re from DC and Tom might get in trouble when he tell stories about you and him in Justice League sets, he still tell interviewers about it and always saying that it was worth it.
  • SPIDERMAN AND SUPERGIRL EDITS, FANFICS AND SHIP ALL OVER THE NET.
  • Going together in Award Shows even though sometimes you two are competing with each other. 
  • You two might be in two different jobs, you still love each other and no one will break things off between you two.
On Filler Words

Anonymous asked: “I have a terrible attachment with just. I use it way too much in my writing, and I know it’s one of those words you should avoid, along with very and really. The problem is I don’t know what words to replace it with.”

Just, very, and really are what I’d call filler words. They don’t actually serve much of a purpose in writing unless they’re part of the voice and they don’t make much of an impact on the sentence. 

Keep reading

roll persuasion?

for a bit of context, my (im the dm) players (2 Fighters, a rogue, a cleric, and a druid) are traveling through a pitch black world, trying to get to the cathedral of life so they can put the stars back in the sky after they’ve been stolen. on the way out of a city, they’re attacked by a group of 5 thieves (bullies, really, marked A-E) that work for the group that stole the stars. (its a kind of team rocket set up). they’ve been fighting this group for irl 30 minutes (these suckers have a lot of health but don’t deal a lot of damage) and one of my players- the rogue- is really irritated angry. they’ve just managed to kill one of the villains, 

Fighter 1 (ooc): Finally! Oh my god.

Druid (ooc): there’s still 4 more of them, though.

Rogue (ooc): -screaming- F*CK IT, I SCREAM AT THEM TO KILL THEMSELVES. -to me- can I do that?

me: uh, sure, roll persuasion 

Rogue: -nat 20-

the table goes wild

me: -stunned- uh… okay…. well…… -rolls charisma saving for the remaining 4. 3 miss it, one makes it- okay, well, A, D and E start crying and apologize before drawing knives and cutting their own throat. C screams and starts running. 

Rogue: LET HIM GO, I’VE GOTTEN BLOOD, THE FIGHT IS OVER. 

anonymous asked:

hi! i absolutely love your art! like everytime i see it its so breathtakingly beautiful and i live how u paint things~ do you have any speedpaints? i always seem to miss ur streams but id love to watch the next time u stream~

Thank you so much!! I don’t have any speedpaints but that might be something I work on in the future. I’ll definitely do more streams though ^^ The way I paint is really slow actually, and I usually work on a couple pieces at once and flip between them over a few days. I like doing it this way cause I can get numb to a painting pretty fast after staring at it too long. But heres a few progress shots of one of the last pictures I did <3

The “Just the thought of Team Cap walking all over Tony makes me want to trash my room, I just want unashamed, biased, pro-Tony quality content, is that too much to ask??” inspired ficlet I’ve been holding back for a while:

Bitterness ahead, guys. Not Team Cap friendly. Nor is it particularly deep or rational. I just wanted to get a couple of thoughts out of my head. Basically Tony is done being the team’s sugar daddy, only it comes to light in a very roundabout way. 


“When are my arrows gonna be fixed anyways?” Clint grumbles, rubs a hand over his sore shoulder. The one that wouldn’t have gotten injured, had his shot hit the target it was supposed to. Which it should have, his aim had been fine. The problem were the arrows. Someone must have screwed up somewhere in the production because they weren’t perfectly balanced.

They’re sitting in the conference room at the (mostly) restored compound. Tony is tapping away on his StarkPad, not even bothering to look up. He must have felt the questioning glances and noticed the silence, but he still doesn’t react.

Steve resists the urge to roll his eyes. He doesn’t want to encourage the tension between them, things are bad enough as it is. If only Tony would put in some effort as well, instead of going out of his way to antagonise them, maybe they could make some actual progress.

“Yo, Stark!” Clint snaps, voice reaching that biting sharpness he reserves specially for the billionaire. “I’m talking to you!”

Tony shows no outward reaction, which is strange to see. Back when they first came back, he used to move at all times, sharp and erratic, never staying still. Steve shakes his head at their unnecessary power play.

Tony answers before he has the chance to reprimand them though. “How would I know?” he asks, a brief frown flittering across his face as he scribbles something down onto the tablet.

The outraged look on Clint’s face tells everyone present that this meeting won’t get back on track any time soon. It’s understandable, really. Clint has been forced to fight three battles with faulty equipment and frankly, the lack of concern Tony is showing for his team mates’ safety is nothing short of callous. Steve knows things haven’t been good between them but this is the first time he wonders if things could really be so bad, that Tony would hold necessary equipment back on purpose.

It’s a terrible thought, but try as he might, Steve isn’t able to shake it off.

At least the rising tension finally causes Tony to look up and meet Clint’s glare. He’s wearing sunglasses even though they’re inside, like he always does. Steve doesn’t like it. Makes it harder to read Tony, to tell what he’s really thinking. Absently, he admits that this is probably why Tony wears them so religiously.

“What do you mean ‘how would you know’?!” Clint snarls, enraged. “My arrows have been acting up for weeks and you still don’t know how to fix it?!”

Tony stares at Clint, the expression on his face unreadable. Then, after a long, long moment of heavy silence, the answer.

“I’m not fixing your equipment.”

For a moment, it’s deadly quiet, as Steve struggles to process the meaning of what Tony has just said.

“Tony,” Steve hastily inserts himself as soon as he finds his voice again, before Clint can throw himself across the room and deck him, “I know there are still some issues we all have to work through, but that’s not an excuse to-”

“Hold it right there, Rogers,” Tony interrupts. It’s never Cap, always Rogers these days. The pain the distinction causes still catches Steve by surprise more often than not. “I’m not sure where you get this from but I’m not your mechanic. I don’t work for you. So if Barton here has an issue with his weapons, he needs to take it up with the people in charge. Considering how often you remind me that it’s not me, you’d think you’d have figured that part out already.”

“But it’s not working!”

Tony sighs. The deep, heavy sort of sigh you usually expect from an exhausted parent after their insistent child asks, “Are we there yet?” for the 34th time. “Then take it up with the quartermaster. Or Agent Hudson. Or one of the techies. Seriously, Barton, you signed the Revision. Who’s responsible for what is right in there, section 12 to 17. Besides-” he pauses.

“What are you waiting for? Go on!” Clint demands between gritted teeth, hands curled into tight fists. Thankfully, he’s not throwing anything. Yet. “Don’t get shy with me now!”

Tony straightens in his seat. Steve inwardly sighs. That man has never been able to let a challenge go unanswered.

Besides,” Tony continues, voice still surprisingly even, “chances are they’re working just fine.”

“You think I can’t tell when my bow isn’t fucking working the way it should?” Clint bristles.

The words actually cause Tony to lower his sunglasses for a moment, just to make sure there is no doubt about how stupid he believes Clint to be. “I’m saying you’re operating with a standard bow, Barton. The fabric and the construction limit the performance quality. Something I’m sure an experienced archer like yourself has picked up on.”

And yes, things are definitely getting ugly. That level of glacial cold in Tony’s voice is rarely achieved, even now.

“The why the fuck did you build a subpar bow?”

Tony sighs again. “You’re missing the point. Seriously, I can not believe we’re even having this conversation. I did not build that bow, Barton.”

And that’s–that’s a surprise.

Tony’s gaze trails over them all, taking in their confused, shocked expressions. “Really?” he asks, exasperation dripping from every syllable. “Did any of you even read the Revision? The Avengers’ are an official unit. Their weapons and uniforms can’t be provided by a private party, especially not one who is part of the team. Have you ever heard the term conflict of interest?”

“What about Stark Industries?” Natasha asks. From the furrow in her brows though, Steve suspects she already knows the answer–and doesn’t like it one bit.

“I’m not sure if you noticed,” and now there’s no mistaking the mocking in Tony’s tone, “but SI doesn’t sell weapons anymore. It was kind of a big thing, couple of years back.”

“But- But yours are better!” Clint splutters. It sounds plaintive and weak, even in Steve’s ears, but at the same time he knows what Clint’s struggling to say. It’s not about getting your toys taken away. It’s about their safety and efficiency in the field. On bad days, it’s about the survival of their entire planet.

“I can’t believe you would risk the teams’ lives and safety like this because of a petty argument,” Steve says, unable to keep quiet any longer, nor bothering to hide the honest disappointment.

Tony, unimpressed as always, simply snorts. “You’re an official unit, but before that you’ve been working for SHIELD for years. Did you ever have the very best equipment mankind was capable of providing at the time? No,” he answers his own question in a breeze, “you didn’t. Why? Because you’re agents, soldiers. And sure, the government wants to protect us, wants to keep us alive and make sure our missions succeed. But they have limited funding, which means everyone has to deal with the best cost-efficient option available. If you’ve got the right connections to get something more, then lucky you, but that makes you an exception, not a rule.”

“You don’t need to explain real life to me!” Clint snaps aggravated.

“Then why do you feel entitled to something better?” That question, sharp and cutting, makes the archer still, his mouth open but with no retort forthcoming. Tony is blinking at him now, head tilted sideways in child-like curiosity.

“Of course, if I, as a private citizen, decided to build something that doesn’t violate any laws and give it to a friend as a gift, that would be something else, wouldn’t it?” Tony continues after a moment, voice softer now, but no less cutting. His eyes are fixated on Clint, sunglasses pushed back, eyes dark and unmoved. “The average update would take me what, a week or two? That’s a lot of time to invest into a single project, especially when the ultimate use is so limited. How many people can possibly profit from improved protective vest versus how many people improve from an exploding arrow is a really fascinating comparison to make.”

“So you see, Barton, even if I could improve your bow, there’s no logical reason why I should waste my time like this.”

“Tony!” Steve interrupts, scandalised. “Clint’s life depend on his aim! Our lives depend on it! How can you justify not providing him with the most basic necessities.”

Tony doesn’t even try and look abashed, instead he throws his head back and laughs. “This is how you want to play it, Rogers? Because I’m rich and a genius, I owe it to you to devote my time, attention and money to bettering your lives? What about the seven billion other people on this world? Don’t they deserve the same consideration, hm? What makes you so special that I should put your needs before anything else?”

Steve opens his mouth, but Tony doesn’t give him a chance to speak.

“I tell you what this is: this is you realising I’m no longer spoiling you rotten because you are in fact not my kids and I can cut you off whenever the fuck I want. And you don’t like it. Because guess what, I may be privileged, but so are you! You’re heroes, most of the time, as far as the world is concerned. You’ve been living off my money and resources on top of that. You’ve always gotten special treatment and you like that. You’re as far detached from the ‘ordinary man on the street’ as I am, you just don’t have the self-awareness to fucking notice!”

Tony sends them a sardonic smile that does in no way take the sting out of his words. “Don’t worry,” he says, “you’ll still be special. It’s just no longer my name footing that bill. Because we’re not friends. And as a business man, I’m not at all sorry to tell you that you simply aren’t worth investing into.”

And with that he stands, all blinding press smile, sweeps around dramatically, and strides purposefully out of the room. The automatic door closes noiselessly behind him, but he might have as well slammed it shut for all the difference it would’ve made.

It’s likely not a coincidence, that on their next mission Spiderman, Vision and Miss Marvel all showcase new, incredibly features and weapons that can’t have been created by anyone else. And it’s impossible to know for sure, what with the mask on, but Steve is one hundred per cent certain that Spiderman is smirking at them.

He is not wrong.


Let me know what you think? And please excuse any mistakes, I’ll re-read this tomorrow. Also this is the last post for today. I’m tiredtiredtired now and think I’ve spread enough bitterness for the day. And spammed your dashes with enough endless posts probably…oops.

Marichat Day 29: The Argument

“I’m not talking about this anymore, Chat,” Marinette grumbled, scooting back in her bed and opening her laptop.

Chat Noir stopped his pacing to stare back at her. “We’ve hardly talked at all!”

“This doesn’t have anything to do with you. We’re friends so I wanted you to know, but that’s as far as it goes.”

“Who is he?”

“That’s not important.”

“Not important?! Excuse me, Princess, but contrary to your belief, the identity of whatever bastard knocked you up is actually very important to me!”

Marinette flinched. “It was a one-time thing, a mistake.” She unconsciously cupped her still flat stomach. “Look, I appreciate that you care, but I’m going to be okay, really.”

“A-are you keeping it?”

“Yes,” she replied immediately. “My job has a great maternity package and Papa and Maman have already offered to help me. They’re begging me to move back in with them, but I don’t think I could do it. I like my apartment.” She glanced around the room. “I guess I’ll need to figure out a place to make a nursery though.”

Chat Noir slumped down on the edge of the bed. “How are you so calm about this?”

“I’m only calm right now. Believe me, you’ve missed quite a few freak outs over the past couple of weeks.” She gave a little chuckle. 

“Why was it a mistake?” he asked quietly.

“What?”

“The guy…the one who did this to you, why was it a mistake?”

“Oh,” Marinette looked down at her lap. “Uh, he’s an old friend. A mutual friend had a party last month to celebrate her new job and everyone was drinking and it had been a rough week so I was drinking a bit more than usual.” She sighed. “Adrien was there and I’ve always liked him and one thing led to another and, well…” She shrugged with a sad smile.

“But you’re going to tell him.”

“I don’t think so,” she said with a shake of her head. “He’s got this crazy, important life and he’s kind of famous and…and it isn’t like we’re dating, you know?”

“That’s bullshit,” Chat Noir growled.

Marinette blinked wide eyes at him. “Excuse me?”

“You have to tell him, Marinette. That’s his baby too. He would want to know. He would…he would want to be with you,” he finished, his voice cracking.

“Chat?”

“You can’t just keep this a secret! This isn’t fair. I’ve been in love with you for years and then for it to happen like this…” A fine tremble ran up his spine. He suddenly turned, pushing her computer out of her lap and burying his face against her stomach. “I’m so sorry, Marinette. I’m so, so sorry,” he cried. “Please forgive me, please, please, please…”

Marinette’s hands fluttered above his head, unsure of what to do. Had he just confessed to loving her? “Chat? Chat! Kitty, please look at me.” 

He blinked up at her, tears spilling down his mask. “Marry me,” he begged. “Please.”

“What?! Chat, please just–”

“Damn it,” he swore, shaking his head. “I’ve made such a mess of this. Plagg, claws in.”

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Daryl & Jesus -> “Wanna see ya smile again, prick.”

It has been a whole week since Paul came back from his last run. Daryl hasn’t seen him smile since. Something must’ve happened out there, but he just won’t talk about it. It bothers Daryl, it really does. He misses that little prick’s laugh, even those stupid jokes. Daryl knows, he’s the one who should talk to Paul, but the thing is just..how? Even though they were more than just friends for quite a while now, Daryl still has no idea how to do all this couple-crap. Still, he’s trying. He’d do anything to see that smile again.

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YOI x Sol International Oyasumi Acrylic Straps


Original Release Date:
May 2017

Featured Characters (10 Total):
Viktor, Makkachin, Yuuri, Yuri, Potya, Otabek, JJ, Phichit, Seung Gil, Seung Gil’s Dog

Highlights:
In all my years of collecting merch, this is easily one of the most clever designs I’ve come across! Not only do the plastic pouches protect the acrylic design, it doubles as a “bed” backdrop! You can either have the characters under the “covers” or not, but either way they’re all looking adorable and sleepy (If not already asleep).

The third photo showcases what I know everyone is definitely wondering at this point: DO TWO OF THEM FIT INTO ONE BED? Well as you can see…kinda, sorta…not really (It gets pretty crowded and suffocating) XD;;; WHAT A MISSED OPPORTUNITY. I guess you can still have two characters share one bed on TOP of the covers, though!


More from the Sol International series!

To All The Girls I’ve Loved Before

I turned my head with an eyebrow raised as she stepped out of her apartment building for the last time. She had a bag packed, draped over her shoulder, and a smile that made my heart stop. She really was coming with me.

 It was then that I realize that she was exactly what I had been looking for all this time.

I’ve never been good at that lovey-dovey, chick-flick moment crap, but there have been a few girls in my life that I thought I loved. 

And I owe them an apology because it turns out that the feelings I had for them weren’t love. I thought they were, but now, knowing the way I feel for Y/N… I have only every truly loved her.

Cassie. She was firey and passionate, and she knew what she wanted. Ultimately, the minute I bared my heart to her, revealed my world to her, she dismissed me as though I couldn’t be bothered to tell her the truth. Even after years apart when she found out the truth, I thought I could love her still. I had really never stopped loving her, but something was missing. 

I didn’t know it at the time, but I know what was wrong now. 

She wasn’t you. 

Lisa. She took me in when I thought I had no place to go. She offered me a home and a life outside of this life. She loved me unconditionally and never questioned the broken mess that I was. She allowed me to love Ben which may have been her greatest gift. She was the hardest to walk away from. 

In the end, my reason for leaving would be Sam, but I realize now what I didn’t know then. 

She wasn’t you. 

Part of me wishes I could go back in time and undo the time that I spent with these women because it was time spent that I could have been finding you, could have been loving you. But I realize now that those experiences made me the man that I am today. Without them, I’m not sure if I would be ready to love you as fully as I do. Without them I may never have realized that you were what I was really missing. 

So, to all the girls I’ve loved before… thank you. Thank you for opening my eyes and making me see. Making me see that I am capable of a love that is greater than myself, capable of loving so deeply it hurts, capable of laying it all on the line once I really found the right reason to. 

And Y/N, that reason is you. I think you know that, or you wouldn’t be coming with me now. 

I just want you to know those women helped make me a better man for you, but I’m so glad that I finally have you in my arms because you are what’s right in my world. You pull me from the darkness. You saved me when I was lost. You are the love of my life.

You, I could never live without. 

diner girl | jughead x reader

Originally posted by alinok

a/n: this is a different type of piece so i hope you guys enjoy this! requests are open! 💋

“order up”

i blow a strand of hair out of my face as i pick up the next order waiting to the table at the back accomodating to a local couple, they were older but always order the same thing, two coffees and onion rings.

“here you go” i smile brightly placing the order out onto the table “if you need anything else’s just let me know” i smile picking up the empty coffee pot and wondering back to over to the counter

“louis and amelia in again?” hermione asks and i nod brushing the crumbs off my yellow waitressing uniform and adjust my name badge “yeah, i hope I’ll be like them when im older”

i sigh leaning against the counter earning a playful smack on my butt from the lodge woman “you’ll find someone your young gorgeous smart-” she emphasis the smart placing her hands under my chin “and a waitress you forgot to add a waitress” i tell her sarcasm laced in my words

the bell dings indicating more customers, i smile recognising them instantly; they were in my year at school one being Hermione’s daughter Veronica lodge the newest member, Betty Cooper the blonde cheerleader, Archie Andrews the red headed sports jock and musician and finally Jughead Jones

“now there’s an eligible bachelor” hermione smirks as the brunette boy smiles at me before slipping into the booth with his friends.

i blush a strand of hair falling in my face, the older ladies eyes widen at my response “let me go work some magic-” she smirks

“no H please please don’t embarrass me” i complain trying keep her from going over to the group

she grabs my cheeks in her hands and i dart my eyes to see if the group is looking and sure enough jughead is, he chuckles as we make eye contact and i furrow my brows in embarrassment.

i let her walk away as i wait another table trying to keep myself busy and i imagine hermione is telling the boys how im a lonely single 17 year old.

i walk over to my tables and refill some coffee mugs before i discretely glance over my shoulder to hermione and the teenager only to find they’re eyes already on me.

i glance at the brunette boy curiosity on his face and he watches me whilst popping tomato sauce drenched fries into his mouth. I’m quick to look away continuing to busk the tables.

i scoop up the half empty coffee pot and make my way past the table hoping that they wouldn’t notice me sneak past but i was sadly mistaken, the raven haired waitress pulled at my arm tucking me under her arm.

“just the girl i wanted to see” she muses, “you guys need anything?” i ask pulling out my notebook and placing the coffee pot down they shake their head conversation falling silent.

i top up veronicas mug with coffee and pick up my tray removing the empty milkshake glasses and onion ring baskets. i turn to leave put hermione grabs my shoulders pulling me back.

this throws me off and send my tray crashing to the floor the glass shattering and bits of left over food and milkshake flying everywhere. i cuss and drop down trying to clean it up as everyone stares.

a scream fills the small diner and we perk up trying to find the source of the scream, my eyes land on the red headed girl and instantly roll at the drama queen.

“you just got milkshake all over my new shoes!” she cries out pointing to her white pumps small droplets of chocolate milkshake splattered on them.

“sorry ill just grab you a napkin” i mumble stepping over the spill and handing her a clean napkin. she scoffs at me flinching away from my outstretched hand

“you can wipe it you spilt it” i bite the inside trying to remain calm, i bend down and wipe her shoes clean placing the napkin on my tray “can i help you in any way?” i ask and she clears her throat.

‘i’d like another strawberry milkshake free of charge for the inconvenience of your tragic waitressing skills” i pull out my notepad scribbling down her order “ill notify pop to remove it from your bill”.

she places her hands on the table “you might wanna clean up your mess now” she sasses her friends giggling at me.

i turn and collect the mop and the dustpan, hermione already crouched on the floor tending to the glass “hey its okay I’ve got this can you make sure cheryl gets her shake and mr green gets his cheese burger” she nods.

“i think pop need to re think his poor staff choices, a lodge and a (y/l/n) god he really lucked out” i concentrate on cleaning the spill and try and block out cheryl rude comments.

archie and the group watch my intently as i finish cleaning my mess and walk over to the blossom girls table for the bill. i pick up the scrunched up cash and head to the till when the red head grabs harshly at my wrist.

“now make sure that all that money makes it to the register wouldn’t want your sticky fingers thinking its a tip, you know with all your family history’ the girls snicker and i smile down at cheryl.

before heading over to the till “spoilt brat” i mutter “excuse me what was that?” “i said you spoilt little brat” i repeat myself crossing my hands across my chest.

“you miss blossom are a huge pain in my ass, you come here and harass us all and you think that its okay all because your last name is blossom’ i spit my anger boiling over “the way you treat people is disgusting”

she raises her eyebrows “its not my fault you can’t do your job properly klutz, don’t even think that i don’t notice you always refilling their glasses and baskets of fries without costing them” she argues gesturing to the group of four.

i walk up to the counter and empty my uniform of my tips and place it all in the till “there happy? now all their meals are paid for” she taps on the table “wheres my damn milkshake” i grab the milkshake off hermione and walk over to her

“one strawberry milkshake?” she smiles sweetly at me and nods, with a smile on my face i turn the cup upside down at let the shake pour from the glass o the top of cheryl’s head.

she screams and wipes the shake from her face “you you-bitch!’ she stand from the booth snickers coming from the booth behind me “get the hell out of my diner, oh and heres your money back yano for the inconvenience”.

she storms out and i glance at a very un impressed pop walking toward me with  a mop “she been harassing me and hermione for weeks pop i had to put her in her place” he huffs and shakes his head “just get it cleaned up kiddo”

a round of applause fills the diner and i grab the ends of my dress curtseying at the crowd “thank you thank you very much” i smile my gaze falling o=n the group smiles of amusement clear.

“id clean up your mess missy if you still want your job” hermione tease smacking my bum playfully “yes mama” i tease dragging the mop across the diner floor soaking up the spilt shake.

“I’m headed home V you coming?” her daughter stands from the booth biding a goodbye before walking past me a slipping a 50 in my apron “oh no Veronica i can’t take this”.

i remove it and try and hand it back to the raven haired girl but she shakes her head “uh uh you kept it- its your tip okay, and call me V thats what my friends call me and after tonight you are defiantly one” i sigh placing the money back in my apron.

“thanks V, see you around?” 

the blonde girl stands along with the red headed boy “it getting late jug we’ll see you at school” he nods continuing to eat his burger as the last of his friends leave the diner.

i grab the bill for my last two tables and star wiping down the booths removing them from empty dinner plates and drinks. it was just after 11 and everyone had cleared out leaving an eerie quietness leaving only a single customer; jughead.

i sit on the stool at the top of the diner waiting for pete to arrive for his shift so i could finally go home.

i walk over to the occupied booth nervous “hey” i say softly gaining the young boys attention, he tilts his laptop screen down smiling up at me “can i sit?” he nods and i slip into the empty seat opposite him.

its silent for a few seconds but he breaks first “(y/n) right?” i nod “thats me (y/n) (y/l/n)” i laugh nervously “jughead jones?” “the third” he adds smirking.

he pushes the bowl of fries over to me but i shake my head declining them and he shrugs plucking more and throwing them into his mouth. “heard a lot about you” he starts wiping his lips with his thumb.

my eyes flicker from his lips to his eyes “oh really?” i state playfully “miss lodge seems to have an endless list of compliments about you-” i roll my eyes siting back my hand outstretched on the table top almost touching jugs.

“correct me if I’m wrong but are you perhaps single?” “as a matter of fact i most certainly am, you?” i move my hand closer to his our fingers brushing together. 

“i am in deed, there this girl though” he start continuing to flirt “there always is” i muse “she gorgeous actually, intelligent, funny and can actually be a pain the ass sometime but i like it” “maybe she just has a great sense of humour” 

he narrows his eyes “maybe, she has excellent taste in clothes too, but i almost never see her out of the incredibly yellow waitressing uniform” his eyes fall to my lips then back up to my eyes.

the bell rings and i look past jughead to see Pete entering giving me a small wave before clocking in. i slip out of the booth “you have a thing for ronnie’s mum?” i place my hand over my mouth faking shock.

he exhales laughing and shaking my head at me “told you she was funny” i grab my bag from behind the counter and push on the door starting my journey home when i hear the bell ding followed by heavy steps.

“(y/n) wait” i turn and start walking backwards “you need something?” i ask turning forward when he finally catches up “let me walk you home?” he questions and i sigh “fine this way” he laces his hands with mine and we begin the short trip to my house.

we create small talk until the familiar house comes into view “this is me, thank you for walking me home” he smiles shyly “anytime” i go to walk up he steps but he stops me placing his hands on my face.

he presses his lips to mine in a sweet warm embrace, i kiss back instantly my hands darting to his suspenders pulling his body flush against my own. he smiles into the kiss and i break away stepping back a few steps.

 “what about hermione?” i tease.

“oh be quite and get your cute ass over here” i walk back over to him wrapping my arms around his neck as we continue to kiss butterflies thrashing my stomach.

best shift ever.

Fairly you

Hi, thank you for requesting! I’m not quite sure how I feel about this. I initially loved the first draft I made but then this happened and I feel so-so about it. Nevertheless, thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy this.

PS: I no longer have a fever so that’s a good thing! I’m still coughing with the occasional runny nose. Just in case everyone missed my latest post, REQUESTS WILL BE CLOSED ON SUNDAY! So, if you have any you want me to write, I will be accepting them until Sunday! Refer to the post here.


JJ has been playing quietly by himself since he got dropped off by his kindergarten teacher, Mrs. P. That isn’t really her real name though. JJ just can’t seem to remember what her name is. He kicks a pebble and let out a sigh. Daddy had to work and could not pick him up because of work and since Daddy didn’t give any emergency contact to Mrs. P, she had to send him home. Mrs. P had waited with him for a while but had to leave after half an hour. So JJ has been playing alone in his front yard since then.

Bored out of his mind, JJ flops on the grass and closes his eyes. “I miss daddy.” He murmurs sleepily, his exhaustion finally catching up to him. JJ must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing he knows, he is being gently shaken awake and someone is holding an umbrella over him.

“Hey, JJ.” You sigh in relief when the blond kid with the beautiful blue eyes you have come to love finally open his eyes. You had been on your way to your house when you spotted the little boy sprawled on the lawn, unmoving and your brain automatically assumed the worse so you had run over to him, dropping your belongings beside him before trying to wake him up which brings you to your current situation.

“Hi, Y/N.” JJ rubs his eyes sleepily as he sits up. “I fell asleep.”

You nod your head, kneeling beside him. “What are you doing out here?” You glance over to his house but it didn’t seem as if anyone is home at all. You spy JJ’s school bag in front of his door and now that you finally manage to look around, you also notice his dad’s red Maserati is not around too. Immediately, a frown appears on your face. “How long have you been out here, darling?” You turn to look at him, bringing him in your arms, lifting him up. JJ wraps his arms around your neck instinctively.

“I dunno.” JJ shrugs, enjoying being held by you. It reminds him of daddy. “Mrs. P dropped me off and waited with me for a bit because she could not reach daddy’s phone. She left after that though.” JJ explains when he remembers your earlier question. Besides, Mrs. P was a boring companion to be with – she didn’t even want to play with him.

The frown on your ace deepens. You are aware that JJ’s kindie often ends early – some days earlier than most – and today must have been one of those earlier days. You also know that JJ’s daddy – Jason Todd – is a very busy man. Not to mention sexy too. But that is absolutely beside the point. The teacher definitely needs a talking to, too. What if you had not decided to go home early today? What would have happened to the poor boy?

“How about we come over to my house first and then we can wait for daddy together? How’s that sound?” You pick up your belongings and head towards your own house when JJ nodded his head and unlock your door. You set him down and JJ opens the door, peeking in to your house.

“Thank you.” JJ looks back to grin at you and you almost sigh at how adorable the boy is. You push open the door wider and Max, your Alaskan Malamute, comes out running to greet the both of you happily. You laugh when Max jumps and licks your face. He does the same to JJ too when he sees his favourite boy. “Hi Max!” JJ’s giggle is very adorable and you smile.

“Alright, let’s go in. I’ll make us something light to eat.” You tell JJ as the three of you walk inside. Max skips happily in front of the two of you. “Are you hungry, JJ?”

JJ nods his head. “Yes!”

You close the door behind you and make sure the door is locked before dropping your keys and belongings on the counter. JJ runs off ahead with Max chasing after him, laughing happily as the two of them start playing chase. That is how you spend the rest of the day – playing with JJ and feeding the little boy.

Jason grunts as he parks his Maserati, letting out a few expletives. His work hard taken too much of his time and Jason had actually thought he would have finished it before JJ is let out of kindergarten but that was not the case. His house is dark and it is really late at night too. What the fuck had the teachers been thinking by leaving his son alone here? He really should have given them Alfred’s number as an emergency contact – but at the same time, Jason did not want JJ to be seen as the billionaire’s grandson! He wants JJ to grow up without the eyes of the public on him.

“Fuck.” Jason panics when he does not see JJ anywhere but stumbles upon his bag. He really should consider moving JJ to a closer kindergarten or maybe even considering just sending JJ to a private day-night care instead. Jason is about to call out JJ’s name when he spies a paper stuck on his door. “What the hell.” He rips the paper off of the door and squints as he tries to read it in the dark. His head shoots up and he looks at his neighbour’s house before sighing in relief.

Jason crosses the lawn and knocks on your door. He can hear JJ’s laughter from inside and Jason releases another sigh of relief. He can hear your voice telling JJ (“That’s your daddy, let’s go greet him,”) and Jason suddenly feels anxious.

The moment the door opens, JJ jumps towards Jason, causing Jason to reach forward to wrap his arms around his son. JJ giggles happily when Jason showers his face with kisses, momentarily forgetting about your presence. You, on the other hand, are melting inside at the display of affection. You have always known Jason to be a very loving dad – JJ tells you about all the things Jason has done for him – and seeing this right in front of you almost makes you feel shy.

“Thank you so much, Y/N.” Jason thanks you profusely and you shake your head, trying your hardest not to let your blush appear on your cheeks. Up close, Jason is seriously super handsome and how you are still standing is a mysterious. “I really should pay you for your time – I didn’t mean to be unreachable. I thought I could get back before JJ was let out of school.” Jason rambles and would have continued to ramble if you had not stop him.

You shake your head. “No, it’s quite alright. JJ is a very good company too. You don’t have to pay me,” You assure Jason but it seems as if Jason is not having any of your excuses so he takes out his wallet and tries to give you a few bills and you shake your head. This goes on a few times – Jason trying his hardest to convince you take the money and you rejecting the money because JJ is a very adorable, laughable boy.

Jason is about to insist you to take his compensation money when you blurt out, “How about you pay me by coming over to dinner instead? I make some mean steak.” Jason stares at you in surprise and you blanch when you realize what you have just said. Your face turns absolutely red and you almost stumble backwards.

“Can we have some mashed potatoes too, Y/N?” JJ asks excitedly. He really likes eating your food – it reminds him Grandpa Alfred’s food too. Jason looks away from you to look at JJ briefly. JJ seems very happy, excited too and he looks at you, waiting for your answer.

“Of course.” You smile at JJ. “We can have mashed potatoes too.”

Jason grins. “Only if you let me bring some wine over.” He tells you. You flush under his stare and nod your head. “We can have some steak, mashed potatoes, wine for us and some smoothie for JJ.” Jason takes out his phone and hands it over to you. “Put your number in – we can set a date sometime this week?”

You nod your head, inputting your phone in to Jason’s phone. “That’s a date then.” Jason chuckles and nods his head. The two of you stare at each other quietly and would probably have gone on much longer if JJ had not yawn. Jason seems to remember that it is quite late at night and JJ might have missed his afternoon nap too. “I’m going to go home now, thank you again for taking care of JJ when I wasn’t around, Y/N. You are a life saver.” Jason leans forward to press a kiss on your cheek and you grin at him, your heart beating wildly against your chest.

Jason leaves you standing by your door, cheeks flushed and there is a little bit of a spring to his steps. He definitely is lucky to have a neighbour like you – one that would take care of his kid willingly. He knows JJ can be a handful sometimes – JJ picks up much of his habits too! – and it can really be tiring at times but as he walks all the way to his own house, JJ has yet to stop talking about all the fun things he had done while at your house. He even talked about Max, your dog and how bigger the dog is than Uncle Damian’s Titus is!

Maybe it is about time he acts on his feelings for you. Suddenly, Jason is looking forward to having dinner with you. You might even be what his life needs.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Same anon that asked about the FNaF 1 gang, withereds, shadows, etc., just wanna ask: Do you have any headcanons about the withereds, shadows, what the phantoms are, or anything? (P. S. Thanks for wishing me a happy day! Hope you have a "happiest day"!

Oh goodness I do happen to have…a few (uninteresting) headcanons actually…So I guess I’ll tackle these in the order you asked! These are all just for this blog’s AU, of course, so no worries if they collide with some of the canon or with other people’s universes

Withered Ones

  • Since W.Bonnie and W.Chica both have missing hands, W.Foxy and W.Freddy are always nearby to help them if they need it
  • W.Chica is really proud though and does her very best to do things herself
  • W.Bonnie is very sad about the loss of his face, and thinks about it constantly, often trying to find “replacements” for his face! Some of you guys might remember from one of my old posts that sometimes he wears a paper plate with a :3 face drawn on it
  • W.Freddy is a very Tired Man, choosing to mostly watch the Toys perform on stage as opposed to singing himself. I think of it like he’s peacefully retired
  • W.Foxy is the saltiest guy most anyone will ever meet, he wants to go places and have his Pirate Cove back but the world just keeps denying him

The Shadows

  • These guys are both mute, so they communicate non-verbally. Sometimes that means flashing shadowy words up in the air, other times it means sign language
  • Shadow Freddy (Shreddy lmao) looks like he’s constantly crying, but has never told anyone why…
  • Both of their bodies can be easily manipulated into different shapes, although Shadow Bonnie is a lot better at shapeshifting than Shreddy is!
  • Shadow Bonnie is………ridiculously tall, and Shreddy is a smol
  • Shadow Bonnie can teleport! But the process is rather painful so they don’t do it often
  • Both of them are very old, and have been around for decades as of the time of Fazbear Fright
  • In addition to not being able to speak verbally, neither of them make any noise at all when moving. They have accidentally snuck up on many of their friends because of it
  • Both are very elusive and will only appear to those that they deem trustworthy, or intriguing in some way

The Phantoms

  • They’re all essentially ghosts of the former Fazbear crew. Not every animatronic became a phantom after being destroyed, only a select few!
  • When they first woke up as phantoms, all they remembered was the pain of dying, so the reverted to a more primal state of personality. As of yet, only some of the phantoms have managed to remember their past selves to become who they used to be.
  • This is why Phantom Balloon Boy (PBB) screams so much! He’s trying to remember his past, but more often than not he resorts to the screaming
  • Being ghosts, they cannot touch anything corporeal without it meeting special standards
  • With enough practice, the phantoms can learn to summon ghostly objects from their past, one of the best examples being Phantom Chica’s ghost cupcake (which she’s very proud of btw)
  • It is said that once the Phantoms are able to complete whatever unfinished business they had on Earth, they will cease to exist here, having moved on. Most of them haven’t found out yet why they became ghosts, since they can’t even remember clearly when they were alive. Who knows if they’ll ever reach their goals?

Anyways that’s all I have for now! I know I’m leaving a bunch out, definitely, but hey, I’ve never been too great at communicating my thoughts! Thanks for asking about these guys!! Goodness knows I think about this AU every waking moment of my life And thank you! I’ll try and have the happiest day I can!

As an apology for being so depressing with the political stuff I’ve reblogged: au where Neil and Andrew met in juvie 

  • So according to the timeline Andrew was in Juvie at age 14? 15? 
  • He’s in juvie in California for about 2 months when Alex is assigned to be his cellmate. 
  • (I’m going to completely ignore the logistics of how Alex got sent to juvie without Mary stopping it beforehand and just say he’s in there and Mary wants him out.)
  • Well Alex is basically a sitting duck for Nathan’s men and Andrew is an asshole on a good day so naturally he is not in the best mood.
  • But over the course of a few months they become friends.
  • They’re both assigned to the Exy team.
  • They end up sitting together at meals. 
  • Alex teaches Andrew a little bit of French. 
  • And then Andrew kisses Alex 
  • and oh how it is the greatest thing. Up until Mary’s contacts get Alex out by faking his suicide. 
  • And whatever was left of Andrew’s heart breaks that day. 
  • Until he sees that face again half a decade later on the file Kevin was holding. 
  • He was willing to straight up kill Wymack and take his plane ticket if that’s what it took to get to Arizona because this can’t possibly be Alex and yet it is.
  • Forget amusement. This time, when he swings a racquet into Neil’s stomach, it’s revenge. 
  • Because it only takes half a second of eye contact for Andrew to know that it’s him
  • It only takes Neil that same second to know he’s been found again, and it’s the greatest feeling and the worst thing in the world. Andrew hates him hates him.
  • Forget the percentage. This man broke Andrew’s heart. 
  • But he will keep his secrets. Because Andrew has half a decade’s worth of questions and he will have his answers.

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You really did miss me //Shawn Mendes

Request: Can you do one where Aaliyah and y/n has been best friend since birth and Shawn saw them grow up and started to fall for the reader and when he saw someone flirting with her (she was uncomfortable) he got jealous and protective and did something and they get together

Authors note: I have no idea if Aaliyah plays ice hockey


“Next time we go into the city, I’m buying another dress. I can’t keep wearing this one every time we go out.” I complain to Aaliyah, who was siting on her bed, scrolling though her phone while I finished putting my shoes on.

“You look fine Y/n, you know that dress looks amazing on you.” She reassures me, sending me a smile.

“You’re my best friend you’re supposed to say that to me.” I grin and she rolls her eyes.

“Lets go, I haven’t seen Shawn in ages.” Aaliyah says, following me down the stairs to the front door. I feel my heartbeat increase by the mention of her brothers name. He’s be gone for around 3 months as he’d been away, on tour, and now he was home. Aaliyah’s whole family was heading out to a restaurant for dinner to celebrate her team’s win in ice hockey.

“Great.” I manage to choke up and Aaliyah sends me a confused glance and I shrug my shoulders.

The drive to the restaurant takes a few minutes, Aaliyah’s mom and dad both pile out of the car and I follow nervously behind them. I’m about to walk through the front door when I realise I’ve left my handbag in the car.

“Aaliyah, can I go grab my bag from the car- I left it there.” I whisper-shout to her as the foyer to the building was silent and our footsteps echoed loudly. 

“Dad, can Y/n borrow the keys, she left her bag in the car.” Aaliyah asks and Manny hands me the keys with a nod before turning back to the waitress who had her hair up in a fancy bun. 

“Be a second.” I tell her and she nods. I walk back outside into the frosty air and I unlock the car, finding my bag half hidden under the drivers seat where it must have slid when the car was in motion.

“Cold tonight?” I hear a voice and I turn around to see a guy, maybe a few years older than me, leaning against the hood of the car next to ours.

“Pretty chilly.” I reply, shutting the door and locking it. 

“Nice night though.” He comments, falling into step with me as I begin to make my way to the front door again. Why did Manny have to park so far away?

“Yeah,” I trail off, rubbing my arm awkwardly. 

“So what are you doing here tonight?” The guy asks and I look at him from the corner of my eye, his blonde hair catching my attention.

“Family dinner you could say.” I answer, wishing the doors were closer as Blondie was making me feel uncomfortable.

“Cool, cool.” He nods. There’s a moment of silence before he reaches a hand out to stop me from walking. “I’m going to be honest. I find you really attractive.”

My eyes widen in surprise. “R-right.” I stutter, unsure of how to respond.

“and I was wondering if I could have your num-”

“Y/n!” A deeper voice cuts him off. Shawn appears from behind Blondie’s shoulder and I let out a sigh of relief.

“Shawn.” I murmur, my eyes drinking in his figure greedily. 

“How’s it been?” He asks, continuing to walk forward until he’s right in front of me and his arms are wrapped around my waist, hands splayed against my back. 

“I’ve been good, happy,” I hug him back, his body pressing closer against mine.

He pulls away but not too far, his arm still chucked around my waist. 

“We should probably get inside, it’s cold out.” He never takes his gaze away from my face. He tugs the collar of my coat up higher around my neck and I shiver from the slight brush of his knuckles against my neck.

“Yeah.” I breathe, eyes locked on his. I tear them away to see Blondie allready inside the foyer, the glass doors swinging shut behind him. I shake my head, smiling slightly to myself.

“I didn’t like that dude.” Shawn growls. I look up at him to see him eyeing off Blondie from where we stood in the snowy car park.

“Join the club.” I grin and Shawn manages to drop his gaze back to mine.

“I missed you.” He mumbles, raising his hands to cup my cheeks. It was an inside joke between us. One we had attained from the many years of knowing each other from how close Aaliyah and I were. Whenever I hadn’t seen Shawn for a while, he would pinch one of my cheeks and say he missed me. Usually I hated it because it made the age gap between us seem so much larger. When he said it then however, it sounded different. It sounded like he actually meant it.

“I missed you too Shawn.” I chuckle, placing my frozen hands over his and he jumps in surprise.

“Gee woman, you have cold hands.” He wraps his hands around mine, our arms falling to swing between us.

“Thanks.” I say tonelessly. 

“I love your dress.” He mumbles, eyes flicking between me and the fabric that was revealed from where my coat fell away.

“I’ve worn it so many times.” I comment, my eyes following a car that was trying to find a car park in the busy parking lot. 

He pauses for a moment. “Can I try something?” He asks and I look back at him, the moonlight reflecting on half his face.

“What?” I reply, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. 

“This,” he moves so fast that my brain can’t catch up until I feel his soft lips press against mine, the taste of mint invading my senses. I freeze for a moment but then his arms snake around my back, pulling me into him, and I immediately respond. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him to me.

I kiss him back with all I have until I pull back to catch my breath.

I can’t help the grin that follows, Shawn also smiling down at me.“You really did miss me.”

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