i have the best friends on the world

Too many people are thinking these days, arguing about what’s right or wrong. Take a breath, accept life’s grey at best. Wear ugly sweaters in July while making cookies at three in the morning. Dance poorly to a song that isn’t playing with the person you love. Skip rocks with friends while you have time. Fighting for a cause and making things right is important, but it’s okay to tap out. Let someone else fight for you. The world will keep spinning if you take a moment to appreciate the little good that exists.
—  KJS // Excerpt from the book I’ll never write #75

“thank u.”

Last message I received from my mum, after I wished her a happy mother’s day for the last time. 

She was my entire world. I loved her more than anything, she was my best friend. I never really got along with my dad - too much hurt left over from when he was an alcoholic - so my mum was the centre of my universe. 

I knew that she did fucked up things. Over the course of their 20 year relationship, 18 of which I have been alive, my mum told 5 different guys she would leave my dad and run away with them. It never went further than messaging… I still considered her my everything.

But when I moved out of home and she started using my house as a hotel service, I was suspicious. She’d go out until 3am and then claim she was catching up with school friends she hadn’t spoken to for 25 years. I believed her, I always did. 

I looked her straight in the eye and asked her if she was cheating on my dad, and she looked straight back into my eyes and claimed she wasn’t.

2 days ago, I found out that she lied. I blocked her, and my dad, on Facebook, Instagram, and their numbers too. My dad has gone insane from betrayal, not that I blame him. It seems selfish, but I can’t deal with it, I am not psychologically able. To see my strong dad absolutely broken rips my heart out of my chest. 

The fact that I have lost the cornerstone of my existence has shattered me from the inside out. I will never forgive my mum for lying to me, and for pushing my dad past the point of return. It is not okay that neither of them are stable enough to care for the 4 children they have that are under the age of 16. 

When I am old enough, and I have my own children, I will love them so much it will hurt. I will support them, I will make sure they feel secure both physically and mentally. I will love my husband more and more everyday, and make sure he knows it. I will do the opposite of everything my parents have done. 

anonymous asked:

How would Bucky react to getting dirty looks because of his poc girlfriend?

I decided to write a small fic to go with this instead of some headcanons cause protective!bucky makes me weak. Note: I feel like all my Bucky fics have “James Buchanan Barnes” in there somewhere, but whatever. It reminds me of pre-war Bucky and he’s bae af

James Buchanan Barnes already doesn’t have time for petty bullshit. He’s too busy helping save the world all while dealing with his personal problems.

All he wanted was a nice day out with his girl,his best friend, and Sam. So when the group of guys in central park started giving her dirty looks he wasn’t having it.

 She pretended to ignore it, but he could tell it was getting to her. The way she seemed to distance herself from the conversation the group was having and the sadness in her eyes gave her away.

“What’s goin on doll? (Y/N), hey look at me.”

“It’s nothing James, just don’t mind me. What were you saying Sam? I didn’t catch that last part.”

She threw herself back into the conversation, chatting and laughing with Sam about some girl they went to high school with. and ignored Bucky trying  to get her to talk about it. The men on the bench across the trail kept snickering and making comments. Until Bucky had enough. He knew what they were talking about.

He jumped off his spot on the bench and walked straight over to them. Anger oozing off him. The murder strut.  Completely ignoring Steve yelling his name.

Sam,(Y/N),and Steve stared in shock as Bucky walked over to the men who were now acting like they weren’t about to pass themselves.

“What the hell is he doing?” Sam asked incredulously.

“That’s the Bucky I know,” Steve said proudly.

“Oh James,don’t,” (Y/N) sighed as she his her face in her hands. “You do this every damn time.”

Bucky approached the three men and looked them over.

“Is there a problem?” He growled.

“N-no sir. We just think the sight is funny is all,” the bravest of the three stuttered.

“What’s so funny about us? Four heroes enjoying a day in the park? I’ll admit Wilson is a little funny without the wings-”

He heard Sam protest from behind him.

“But, that’s not worth a laugh. So what was it?”

They traded looks and the brave one spoke up again.

“Well, you’re Bucky Barnes, one of the great heroes from a different era. We just thought it was kinda funny ya know? You come from the 40s, which was a uh a different time. Then you get to the 21st century and all of a sudden get yourself a taste of chocolate. What’s a white guy like you doing with a hood rat like her anyways? You’re not only dating one,you’re friends with one of them too.”

He didn’t miss the way the man seemed to spot every venom laced word, with his eyes trained on (Y/N)

Something inside Bucky snapped and he grabbed the man by the shirt collar and up off the bench. While his friends watched in shock. Sam laughing his ass off at the man’s friends’ expressions. Steve getting ready to pry Bucky off the guy if it got out of hand. And (Y/N) feeling some sort of pride swell up inside her, because the man she fell in love with was protecting her honor.

“Don’t you EVER talk about my girl, or anyone like that again you hear me? Or I will personally come after you and put my foot up your ass! Got that?”

“Ye-yes! I got it,” he muttered.

Bucky dropped him and watched the group of men run off.

“Nice chatting with ya!” Bucky called.

He turned around and smiled his cockiest smile. Then walked back nonchalantly and sat down. Draping his arm over (Y/N)’s shoulders.

“Tinman! What the hell was that for?“Sam laughed.

“I was defending her honor. And your’s too Icarus,now shut up and continue your story.”

Sam happily obliged,but Bucky couldn’t focus on it. He could only focus on the way (Y/N) laughed. The way the sunlight hit her curls, the way she’d keep looking at him to make sure he was calmed down.

The thought of the engagement ring in his jacket pocket burning in his mind.

ID #50520

Name: Rebekah
Age: 19
Country: USA

Hi, I’m Rebekah! I live in Tennessee and I’m currently in college majoring in art education. I love all arts, I am a painter and potter, so you might expect some small paintings/doodles to be sent your way. I have a very diverse music taste, basically anything but country. My favorites are indie, jazz, and 80’s love ballads. And I play a few instruments. I also love anything nature related, like hiking and gardening. I LOVE traveling and I hope to travel the world. I’m looking to exchange anything from letters to photos, art, stickers, really anything that’ll fit in an envelope.

I’m very optimistic and will try my best to support you through anything. I’ve never had a pen pal before. Hopefully I can make a new friend!

Preferences: Ages 18-22 (give or take from 22), someone who is supportive, open minded, and kind.

You guys before I go to sleep for real I just wanted to thank you for being amazing people and for spreading so much kindness and positivity around. I really do love and appreciate each and everyone of you. It blows my mind that through making this blog and blogging about my love for Taylor I have made so many life long friends from all over the world.
You guys are the best!! ily 💗🌷

I’m not always the best person and I have a lot of work to do, but a lot of the changes I’ve made in recent years are because of Harry. I never used to try so hard to give love to others; it wasn’t something I ever thought about. I never worried much about how my actions affected the world as a whole. But since becoming his fan I’ve really tried to be nicer and to be more loving and to show more gratitude and the quality of my life has increased so much. I truly do believe it’s because of the positivity I’ve tried to put out there. I still need to keep trying but I’m so glad that Harry is out here preaching love and kindness and acceptance because it makes a big difference. It really does.

anonymous asked:

Dexter

oh, okay wow?

haha okay then i guess lol.

Kyle

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗
(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

“The Best of looks!!!”

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗
(how close a friend they consider them)

“My bestest friend in the whole wide world!!!”

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💔
(wanting to have sex with them)

“… What?”

ROMANTIC INTENT:  💔
(hoping for a romantic relationship)

“Nope! just my best friend! And hes dating Lukas!!”


Jazz

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗
(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

“eh.”

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗
(how close a friend they consider them)

“We have our fights and all, but we are pretty close.”

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💔
(wanting to have sex with them)

“I refuse to even think about that.”

ROMANTIC INTENT:  💔
(hoping for a romantic relationship)

“How many times have I denied this?”


Lukas

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗
(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

“He looks great in everything and nothing.”

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗
(how close a friend they consider them)

“Hes my boyfriend so yes were pretty close! He spends a lot of time with me and even visits me at the tattoo shop.”

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗
(wanting to have sex with them)

“A lot of times.”

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗💗
(hoping for a romantic relationship)

“I already have a romantic relationship with him, and I absolutely love it.”


Kari

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS:  💗💗
(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

“Alright I suppose he is a little attractive.”

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗
(how close a friend they consider them)

“i consider him more of an acquaintance.”

SEXUAL DESIRE:  💔
(wanting to have sex with them)

“Never. Besides, the only girl that can actually get close to him without him blushing is Jazz.”

ROMANTIC INTENT:  💔
(hoping for a romantic relationship)

“Something that will never happen.”


Here you go!

so some of u already know this, but one of my absolute best friends is also my ex boyfriend. last night he slept over n I was just thinking about how grateful I am for the relationship we have. We just defied all the odds and we made ourselves have this incredibly close and special friendship and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the entire world

anonymous asked:

Roommates AUs?

I loooove this AU! Thank you for requesting this! Let me know if you’ve seen more!

(gif by @cldstrifes )


Roommate AU


When Life Gives You Lemons, Add Sugar by shereadsthestars, Mature, 7.7k
What could possibly be worse than getting stuck with a roommate you weren’t expecting? Discovering that roommate is none other than Viktor f*cking Nikiforov. I LOVE THIS FIC SO SO MUCH! 

centripetal force by braveten, Explicit, 85k
Victor speaks seven languages. (Physics isn’t one of them.) Luckily, though, he ends up rooming with his antithesis: a shy, black-haired boy who just so happens to be a physics major. LOVE this!

not gold like in your dreams by ebenroot, Teen, 66k (WIP)
in which Victor and Yuuri are roommates and Yuuri has a secret. WOW!!

cover story by fan_nerd, Explicit, 8.2k
Yuuri stares down at the person standing in the doorway. The stranger hisses, “Who do you think you are, anyways?”
Quickly, before he can really think about it, Yuuri responds, “I’m Victor’s boyfriend.”
It’s a lie, but the words feel good in his mouth, and for some reason, he doesn’t want to take them back. SO good! Love this fic!

Just Hold On (We’re Going Home) by kiaronna, Mature, 23k
Where Yuuri remembers the banquet, Viktor forgets, and Yakov Feltsman has his own plans. I screamed so much while reading this it’s so so so amazing OMG

Foresight, not just foreplay by myoue, Mature, 6.7k
There’s no way I could have casual sex, Victor says, I’d fall in love immediately. Smutty and sweet!

The melody of your soul by Analys, Mature, 5.5k (WIP)
Katsuki Yuuri is a talented singer with a voice that spellbinds anybody that hears him sing but his stage fright and anxiety takes the best of him. He wishes to become a world acknowledged singer and his dream starts taking form when he’s accepted at the prestigious Juilliard School with his childhood friend, Phichit. However, Yuuri ends up rooming with a total stranger, a senior student that is supposed to guide him through his first semester and help him overcome his stage fright. Roommate that turns out to be the school prodigy, Victor Nikiforov. Really good so far!

Dating Jeff Atkins Would Include

Originally posted by knightlley

  • He’s such a sweetheart 
  • But he’s so shell shocked
  • You could have picked anyone and you picked him
  • Smiley Jeff
  • You asking him out
  • Again, he’s shocked
  • He’s totally and utterly whipped
  • His teammates tease him 
  • “She’s got you wrapped around her finger bro.”
  • Blushing Jeff
  • Hand holding
  • PDA
  • Going on movie dates at the Crestmont
  • Clay and Hannah mocking the two of you
  • “Oh Jeff!”
  • Hannah waving her hand in exasperation and sighing
  • Clay pretending to be Jeff
  • “I couldn’t live without you (Y/n).”
  • To piss them off, you start making out in front of them
  • “You two make me sick.”
  • “For once, I agree with helmet.”
  • Being Tony’s best friend and him teasing the both of you
  • Tony being one of your biggest shippers
  • “I made this happen.  Don’t forget it on your wedding day.”
  • “Shut up.”
  • “I mean it.  If I’m not best man, someone is going to have hell to pay.”
  • First ‘I love you’ being 100% romantic
  • Jeff taking you out to stargaze
  • “Just like the stars, when I see you, I see a world full of possibilities.”
  • He smiles down at you with the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen
  • Pulling him in for a loving kiss
  • Both muttering a breathless first ‘I love you’ to each other 
  • Cuddling until dawn
  • Going to parties together
  • Jeff does not go out on the beer run
  • #jeffatkinssurvived
  • Being the IT couple
  • He gives you a promise ring before you graduate
  • “I’m going to marry you one day.”
  • “And I’ll be waiting for that day.”
  • You two never lose your spark
  • Being the best couple
  • Your personalities compliment each other so well
  • When you do get married, it’s magical
  • On your wedding day, as always Jeff is very romantic
  • Writing the best vows
  • “Just like the stars, when I see you, I see a world full of possibilities.”
  • You swoon
  • Jeff smiling down at you with the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen
  • Pulling him in for a loving kiss
  • Breathlessly muttering your first ‘I love you’ as a married couple
  • Tony is the best man
  • “Thank you for choosing me.  I love you both so much.”
  • Clay and Hannah cheering for the both of you
  • “Go get her Atkins.”
  • “I love you Jeffrey Atkins.”
  • “I love you (Y/n) Atkins.”
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supergirl season one appreciation week → day four: best relationship (familial)

“I can’t promise you a life without pain and loss because pain is a part of life. It’s what makes us who we are. It is what makes you a hero. You fight every day to keep people from struggling like you have. I know you can remember, please… If you try, please… Please try, Kara. Because Earth needs Supergirl. Remember that life. With James and Winn and Hank. Your friends need you. And I need my sister!”

Theory Time: Moana Died in the Crash

After rewatching Moana a couple of times (maybe twelve or something idk whatever don’t judge me) my best friend (@elisekova) and I stumbled onto a pretty dark but undeniably plausible plot theory.

The ocean crashes her boat in the storm (and onto Maui’s island) and intentionally neglects to save her. Why? Because it needed her to die.

Outside of the anthropomorphic nature of the ocean (which can be explained away by the ancient power of an ageless entity able to transcend planes) and the “Bang the drum” scene with granny (which is more of a hallucination that could have been sent from the spirit world) there is no proof of magic or monster prior to meeting Maui. Possible reason? Because all the monsters and magic exist on a limenal plane. A sort of purgatory, if you will. Like a purgatory where someone such as Maui may have been stuck for 1000 years. And how does one get to purgatory, you ask?

Moana’s death explains quite a bit, not just about her ability to see and touch the spirit of her grandma (“If you are ready to go home, I will be with you.”) as well as travel to lands no mortal should be able to travel to (aka that crazy portal jump to Lalotai), but it explains away her ability to withstand things that should otherwise be damaging or fatal to a human. Again, Lalotai, Tomatoa, the Kakamora fight, and especially the definitely would-be-fatal blast in their first fight against Takka. Among others.

Even Maui proclaims that he would, “never make this journey with a mere mortal,” but then turns around and makes it anyway. Perhaps he realizes she’s no longer quite mortal, so to speak.

Basically, in order to do all these things, survive all these creatures from a noticeably “other” world or plane, Moana had to exist on that plane as well. The only way to achieve that being the undisclosed sacrifice of her life. A sacrifice repaid in full by Tefiti once Moana returns her heart.

Maui has already told us that Tefiti’s heart carries the ability to “create life itself.” So what better way to thank Moana for giving up her life, then to give it back. Along with a fancy ride to take back to her plane and her family.

It can even be argued that the heart is a beacon for life, not just glowing brighter and beating stronger as it gets closer to Tefiti, but keeping Moana in the In-Between. When Moana gives the heart back to the ocean, her vision of the spirits (granny as well as all the past voyagers) becomes much stronger. The moment it’s back in her hand, everything seems normal again. Like Moana is closer to life than she is to crossing over.

Perhaps Moana wasn’t even aware of her death, “waking up” exactly where she needed to be, in the presence of the Demi-god she needed to lead. Or perhaps she was aware, taking every impossible obstacle in stride because of it. Either way, she follows her path and returns the heart, her only purpose in the aftermath of her death. Possibly even adding to her inability to turn around and go home when given the chance.

All this also gives much stronger meaning to the line in the final song: “I have crossed the horizon to find you.” It also puts weight in Maui’s tearful goodbye, knowing that in many ways, he can not follow her back. As a hawk guarding her sky, but no more. And once she returns, the symbol of Tefiti is no longer present on any of the boats, and with the symbol, that final link to the spirit world is gone.

Long story short, Moana may have gone a liiiiiiittle ways past the reef.

I want Dean to CRY over Cas’s death.

No deals.

No trying to bring him back.

Just crying.

Mourning.

Actually feeling and understanding that his best friend is gone.

No more bullshit about Dean accepting that this is how their world works.

Is it too much to ask

for Dean to just sit down

and cry–

for Dean to give a shit at all.

All I want 

is for Dean 

to show sorrow

specifically for Cas

for once.

I know he fucking feels it.

So, put that in the fucking script.

Can I have that, SPN? Can I just have that?

anonymous asked:

dark rc would you please consider writing about how victor (and the rest of the Russian skate team) had a feud with the Russian hockey team bc of their constant flirting and attentions towards yuuri (who was completely oblivious at the war waging for his heart)??

This has been sitting in my inbox for over a month and I apologize for that, nonny! I wanted to try my hand at breaking through this writer’s block and this prompt was ripe for the taking. It’s not my best work by any stretch, but it’s something at least! I hope you enjoy.

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There are few things that give Yuri pleasure—the taste of accomplishment like cinnamon sugar on the back of his tongue after landing a quad; having a comeback so cutting that he practically draws blood; that soft murrf a cat makes when it decides it trusts him; the little green screenshot arrow appearing next to Otabek’s name in Snapchat—but they all pale in comparison to whenever the Russian hockey team visits the rink.

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anonymous asked:

i'm bitter because noora always gets so much screentime but also because it makes NO sense this season and they didn't even try an explanation? like can we at least know why chris and sana aren't as close anymore? also, vilde and sana seemed closer than noora and sana in s2 and 3 but that doesn't fit julie shoving noora into every scene so we get caricature vilde instead

I know, I was actually really excited at the start of this season because it was a chance to explore the other side of the girl squad. Sana and Chris were the two who were originally friends and I’ve always been curious what their relationship would be like… but I can accept that Ina is busy. Maybe in-universe they weren’t as close after Chris got absorbed with Kasper but like you said, it would be nice to have given them a nod? Wouldn’t Chris at least still be texting her pictures of cats tagged “it u” or something? But actually the relationship in the girl squad I’ve always found the most interesting for Sana is Vilde

They were introduced as the polar opposites of the girl squad and their conflict and its dramatic resolution was the basis of establishing that they’re all friends in the first place. Sana’s had a lot of big emotional moments with her (“I threw water in Ingrid’s face because she and her friends called you a slut for hooking up with William.” “Vilde isn’t a mean person. We’re her friends.” ‘What are you talking about? You’re our bus boss.” “She’s actually the first one I would take to war with me.”) So, even if they were in conflict, I think it would have been way more interesting to put more time into exploring Sana’s relationship with Vilde.

I would have loved this season be more about driving out the problems between them: their shared leadership (just last season they ran Kosegruppa together, this is a thing they do), Vilde’s prejudice getting pulled into the light and confronted, maybe Vilde saying something about how she doesn’t think Sana respects her (two of the nicest things she’d said about Vilde have been said to other people, how good would it be to parallel this in s4 with Sana answering her this time?). We could still get this but Vilde hasn’t really been the face of the conflict (we spend so much time on the Pepsi Max girls) and she’s already been presented as SO unpalatable and SO islamophobic this season. I would much rather first be exploring why Sana said this (and then seeing it break down):

Instead… we’ve had Sana and Noora against the world. It feels strange to ignore that Noora and Eva are best friends and just a little too convenient to me that Noora is number one in Sana’s books once we get to her season. That’s Skam’s biggest weakness, I think: shuffling around their characters from season to season based on what’s convenient and not keeping emotional continuity. Imho, I just think this is far too much time spent on her when she already had an entire season to herself and a significant focus during s1. Why can’t we be spending our remaining minutes on characters who’ll never get the spotlight (*coughs* also Even)? Who have a more organic relationship with the lead? Why instead do we have so much wasted energy on things that don’t even seem to go anywhere (Noora/Yousef, Vilde/Magnus, Noora and Sana talking to those random guys at the cafe)??

the signs as people from my university
  • Aries: That girl who loves partying and socializing with people, she's a fangirl of so many buffed-up singers and she's so pretty. She's kinda judgmental and she's homophobic but she follows so many gay people and likes their posts and nobody in my generation really understands why. She can be really impulsive sometimes and she hates classes but she's a good friend and a funny person
  • Taurus: That girl who is always late, she has social anxiety and she's silent af. Grades are not her forte'. She tries to socialize very hard and everyone is annoyed by the fact that she tries to discuss things that she really doesn't know shit about. She is afraid of some professors, she is christian af and she is kinda lost, but she's a good girl who believes in the supernatural and she always invites us to coffee at her place
  • Gemini: The girl who loves spending time with people, she always loves to discuss about every topic, she knows so much about many things, she's doing great with her grades and she's among the top 5 students in the entire generation. Also, she has PERFECT, sonorous American accent and everybody loves it. She always initiates coffee gatherings but nobody really comes because she's not that much of a leader and her voice is so soft so nobody could really hear when she's talking. She's also a passionate gamer AND in the same time she finds time to maintain her grades and social life
  • Cancer: That (jock) guy who's the tallest one, he's blonde, buffed-up and he's the definition of a straight white boy. He's childish as fuck and he can become very boring sometimes. Once, my colleagues have shooed him out of the cafeteria because he was bothering them. He also tells so many stupid dad-jokes and laughs at his own jokes, flirts with some professors, has been single since forever (not that he's ugly - he's average looking but he's so much boring sometimes because he doesn't have any real friends and he gets excited about people so he doesn't know WHEN to stop). He literally flirts with every single female human being that he can find and he pushes them all away because he's pushy af. He's also introverted and doesn't really know his way with girls
  • Leo: That girl who's one of the top students in the generation. She's always smiling, she has the best grades, she always tries to present this "perfect" image of herself. She is very intelligent and she loves reading, she gets drunk like every second day but that doesn't stop her from maintaining her perfect grades. She's very successful and she's a good leader, she knows all the fresh gossip and she always sits in the first row with her best university friend. In fact, she and her best uni friend are hated by everyone because they're just so successful and everyone's jealous of them. She also secretly hates everybody and gossips with her best uni friend. She and her friend have tons of screenshots ready to blackmail people if anyone says anything against them lmao. But everyone (every zodiac sign) in this generation pretends we like each other so...
  • Virgo: That professor who's VERY detail-oriented and she's a big perfectionist but she can't fix her awful handwriting. She's very successful and she has TONS of potential, she literally KNOWS EVERYTHING about her subjects but sometimes she can really drain us physically and emotionally. She gives us tons of assignments and homework and she always gives us lectures on the most difficult courses. Jfc she behaves like we study in Cambridge / Oxford. But don't get me wrong, she's NOT a bad person. She's actually a VERY good person and at the end of each semester she buys us coffee and tea, she talks with us about our experience with the course and she just wants us to learn some things that we should learn, that's why we perceive her as "difficult" and "problematic"
  • Libra: That girl who loves hugging, has great communication skills and is a social justice warrior. She thinks that she's everyone's friend and she always tries to criticize everyone's opinion, thinking that she'll seem and sound more intelligent. She also listens to rock and metal, she loves children and she smokes a lot, she's very sensitive and she's very friendly. Once, on the Facebook group of the university, she tried to accuse Pisces of something he didn't do and he literally ruined her in front of all those people, that was one of her biggest mistakes she's ever done in uni because she didn't know that that guy can be pretty evil when someone tries to insult/hurt him. The next day in uni she was on the verge of a mental breakdown because that guy really hurt her with his words, making her look stupid and pretentious, and everybody stopped talking to that guy for like, a month or two
  • Scorpio: That girl who's late in class 90% of the time, and those 10% she's not present in class. She is very quiet and she doesn't show particular interest in anything. She doesn't have a taste in fashion and style, unlike most Scorpios that I know. She just wants to go home all the time and nobody knows what she's doing in her life, she's so mysterious and she's not a good teamworker because she doesn't really care about her grades
  • Sagittarius: That girl who can't stop talking and she's always arguing with someone but we all love her. She's very communicative but she's insecure at the same time. She has tons of likes on Facebook and Instagram. She's a VERY open-minded girl, she hates racism, homophobes, nazi scum and racists. She's a really good friend with Leo and Pisces but Capricorn is her bff and her roommate. She has an excellent taste in fashion, style and music and she has S_L_A_Y_I_N_G eyebrows. I think that she's bi/lesbian but maybe she's closeted. She always hugs Capricorn and gets beaten by Capricorn because Capricorn can't stand people touching her
  • Capricorn: That girl who loves vintage notebooks, loves taking studyblr photos and uploads them on tubmlr and Instagram, she loves journeys and we haven't heard her talking for THREE GODDAMN YEARS. She is very antisocial and introverted but she has excellent taste for art, film, music and she's like 24/7 on her phone because it's obvious that she can't stand most of us but she's always sweet and supportive when someone approaches her. Sometimes she doesn't want to talk and she just smiles as a response. She's Sagittarius' best friend and roommate and they've became really close friends. She also loves journeys and she's a daydreamer but she's very intelligent. Her grades are not that good, she's not an attention whore and she tries to be "invisible" but she simply can't
  • Aquarius: That guy with his cockney accent who has insane memory and loves football. He's actually a loner, he's a bit creepy and weird, le loves britpop and indie nd he was one of the best students in the first two years of uni but his grades dropped. He's like, very secretive and he can be pretty arrogant and you just can't sit next to him because he's telling jokes all the time which takes your attention away. He is a loner and once he publicly told us that he used to have cyber sex with his girlfriend because she lived in another country and they've never met in real life (I mean, who tells such things omg Aqua get your shit together). He tries to insult people and he tries to be sarcastic but he can only be sarcastic with the stupid ones. He also thinks that he's a know-it-all and that he's the most intelligent person in the world. He can be really judgmental sometimes and he pushes people away with that
  • Pisces: That guy who always sits in the first row with his best university friend and is one of the top students in the generation. He's also a model, nerd, gamer, works out and whatnot. He is sweet to everyone and talks to everyone but he can be very sassy at times. He was the one who had a verbal fight with Libra because Libra triggered him and he destroyed her verbally. He's really skinny and dreamy and he has a very deep voice and an excellent taste in fashion and style. His style is kinda dark and he's so aesthetic. He listens to some music that no other people in the world listen to but he also listens to some mainstream music. In fact, he listens to whatever he wants and he doesn't really think about what other people think about him. He tends to roll his eyes a lot and he cares about his physical beauty more than he cares about his love life. He's too egotistic and self-centered and he's extremely picky, which makes him single most of the time.

dear best friend,

thank you. thank you for existing. for being alive. thank you for making me laugh. thank you for crying with me so i’m not alone. that you always making me feel loved. thank you for being my other half.

dear world,

thank you for having this amazing person exist at the same time as me.

What’s wrong with me?– Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: Can I request a Jeff imagine me where he’s been asking you out for a while now and you always turn him down? So one day you hear him talking to clay about how it’s actually starting to hurt him a bit cuz what’s wrong wit him? And his jock buddies give him shit and tease him about which upsets him so you shock all of them by going up and kissing him which leads to a hot makeout and ask him on a date.

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I smiled looking at myself through the rearview mirror. I loved when my mom had the day off, that meant I could get the car to school, save me the monotonous and disgusting bus rides. It isn’t as if my mother went out to have fun, her days off from work, she is doing yoga in front of the TV, it wasn’t too much that the “coach” was too attractive. I shivered and concentrated on the road, until that point I was already entering the Liberty High parking lot. The disadvantage of bringing the car is that I mistrusted and was late, something that wouldn’t happen if I were traveling in the yellow device. Now finding a parking lot would be a challenge.

After a full turn, I finally find a decent place, not so far but not so close to the door, perfect. Before maneuvering to enter that space, a car closed the way and got into MY place. I stepped on the brakes and glared at the bold.  I knew the car perfectly. Instead of staying there, I found another place to two cars away, from that to stay grumbling. Yes, I was too lucky.

“Are you serious, Atkins?” I raised my voice after getting out of the car and hanging my backpack over my shoulder.

Jeff was walking toward me with a big smile and fiddling with the keys of his carriage. Asshole.

“This becomes a danger zone every morning, Y/L, you would know if you brought your car every day”

“Funny”

I started to walk with him to my side. We were in the same course, connected in our first year, we were good friends, maybe I could even consider him my best friend, it’s not like I had many in high school. Most were either useless sportsmen, or just people who weren’t worth it.  He was taking me with a few, especially since Jeff was very close to them, almost entering his social circle. They were not bad guys, but somewhat immature for my taste. Sometimes they made me laugh.

“So I heard that this new movie will be on Saturday … Let’s go together?”

Yeah, we were good friends though Jeff was determined to change that. My friend was attractive, too much to admit, but my mind was somewhere else to focus on a boyfriend. In addition, our friendly relationship worked perfectly, we sometimes studied together, I was going to see him at his baseball games, and I even stayed after school with him and Clay for his tutorials. I could come and go as often as i wanted and he did that too. We were perfectly fine, why did we need a label? What if “being dating” didn’t work? All those years of friendship would go away. Just to think about my last months in this institute without the company of my best friend, to be avoiding it by the corridors and to meet us in uncomfortable looks, left me the sensation to be without air. No, I wouldn’t let him lose it for a silly etiquette.

“How on a date?” I remembered that I hadn’t answered him.

I turned to look at him and he smiled in embarrassment. Jeff Atkins was never embarrassed. He was the most honest and funny guy on the whole site. If I didn’t know Clay Jensen, I would sign with blood that Jeff was the only one. Everyone else behaved more like idiots.

“Yes?” His answer sounded more like a question. Well, he left the decision to me again.

I sighed and settled the backpack as a reflex act.

“You did a good swing, Atkins, but I’m sorry to say you got a strike”

He raised his eyebrows and I smiled, wanting to erase the rejection I had given him. It hadn’t been the first, but sometimes I felt like the bad in this relationship. Our “dates” were reduced to exits between friends, and that was because I was in charge of enlisting Sheri with us and him, usually Clay. At one time, we invited Hannah, but lately she was walking in her own world, feeling the tension only to approach her. Too bad, it turned out to be a really fun girl.

I increased my pace. We didn’t have to stay together in the hall, our first period was different, while he was killing himself in history, I had to endure the headache of algebra. I also needed help but no one threatened to get me out of a team simply because I didn’t belong to any. That was how it was.

“Are you serious?” The good thing about my best friend is that he took rejections with grace. “You are very rude to me, Y/N!”

“I see you at rest!” I shouted at him in response and unconsciously stepped up. I never let him see guilt in me after an Olympic rejection.

At lunchtime, we took our usual table; Clay kept his eyes on his task that ignored our mini meal fight between Jeff and me. He made me eat one of his fries, but they were too greasy for my liking. Thanks to that, we didn’t go unnoticed, neither by his companions as for the rest of the school. Suddenly, I noticed how his teammates were passing by and said things to Jeff that I couldn’t grasp, used as keys that I didn’t understand. I looked at Jeff who looked down for a few seconds before turning to see me and smiling as if nothing.

“What was that?”

“It’s nothing.” He grabbed his backpack and stood up. “See you after school, Jensen?”

For the first time, Clay looked up and nodded. Jeff said goodbye to both of us and left in the opposite direction to his companions, I frowned even confused; it was incredible how my friend’s mood changed in a few seconds. I bit my lip and pushed aside my tray of food, strangely I was without appetite.

“What’s wrong with Jeff?” I asked. Clay knew him as well as I did.

The boy shrugged and looked in the direction where our friend had disappeared. I said goodbye to Clay, especially since I had just seen Hannah Baker enter the cafeteria. Jeff and I had a plan, before we graduated, we had to get these two to have something. They were too shy to approach the one and the other that we decided to intervene, rather I joined the cause, because it was a kind of deal between the two men. However, it was difficult, I was going to take care of Hannah, but she was very distant, I couldn’t approach. I sighed and left the cafeteria. I’d waste my time in the locker.

I doubted if it would be a good idea to interfere with the tutoring hours of my friends, I don’t know what was different now, if I always did, but my best friend’s behavior was too strange after the cafeteria. It made me panic to approach him. Among my doubts, I ended up in the school library, if I wandered around maybe in the end would encourage me to approach your table. I ended up on one of the closest shelves, Jeff and Clay seemed to be talking about something that didn’t look like tutorials since neither of them looked at their respective books. I went a little closer, covering my face with a book chosen at random. I pretended to read it.

“Jeff Atkins, asking me for advice on relationships?” I listened to Clay with humor. “The deal was supposed to be that you would help me with it, not the other way around.” I lowered the book a little to notice my best friend with his eyes on Pencil playing between his fingers. I went back to cover “I was paying my salary in the Cresmont that you would never go through this”

I bit my lip, afraid to know now what they were talking about, or rather … of whom. I repressed the book down again.

“I don’t know what else to do, dude.” Jeff’s voice broke my heart, but why? “She’s not like the other girls I’ve dated, it’s a challenge, but not that kind of challenge.” I started to consider whether it was a good idea to stay or not to listen, but my feet were stuck.

“Don’t stop trying” Clay encouraged.

“I don’t do it. I invite her to go out and it is always the same result: No. “I fear that someday she will get tired and send me to the devil”

My blood ran cold. They had not yet pronounced my name but knew perfectly well that they were talking about me. My hands began to tremble.

“I don’t think so. You two make a good team. It’s hard to see a Jeff without Y/N, or a Y/N without a Jeff” I glanced over and watched my friend smile. I did too. It was true; we could complement us in an incredible way.

I watched Jeff’s profile, again thinking away from his friendship, made me feel short of breath. I couldn’t imagine my life without having met him; he managed to understand me, my problems, my follies and occasionally my pessimism. The random memory hit me on a Saturday that taught me to hit, I could feel his body on my back and his arms around mine, even his hands on mine to help me hold the bat well. It had felt good, I didn’t have the imperative need to get away like when Bryce Walker tried to get too close to me. That guy gave me a very bad spine. Instead, with Jeff, I sometimes needed to have him close to feel that I breathe well, that everything is going its natural course. There was no Y/N Y/L without a Jeff Atkins, it couldn’t, and there was no consistency. It was like going against nature. My heart sped up and I hid my face again between the pages.

“Clay. What is wrong with me?” I had a gasp, only a few verbal rejects, at no time I distanced myself from him, after my negatives we were as normal as ever. Nothing had changed. I had the need to jump and give him a zap, Nothing was wrong with you, Atkins, you’re amazing, the best guy I’ve ever met! But I stood still with the lump in my throat.

“Nothing, dude. Let’s go back to your history essay, you need to distract your mind”

I listened as he agreed to the idea and I moved from shelf to the place where they didn’t see me. I put my hand to my chest and inhaled deep breaths. Why did i feel like crying? Maybe because Jeff didn’t notice the way I did, what could be wrong with him? He was a committed boy, especially now that his position in the team depended on his qualifications, attentive, pleasant, he isn’t of those who believed in rumors … and above all, he was an excellent friend of Clay and mine. How could there be anything wrong with that? Why cann’t you see yourself as I see you? I bit my lip.

“I saw you” Jessica came out of nowhere and gave me the shock of my life. She started laughing “Spying on people’s conversations? That’s too much for you”

I rolled my eyes.

"I guess I couldn’t help it,” I murmured.

“I heard them, too. I’ve never seen Jeff that way; he always has a smile on his face."I nodded to the cheerleader’s words. Suddenly, she started to laugh "Don’t you realize, Y/N?” I looked at her strangely “He’s in love with you! The whole institute knows this, obviously everyone, except you”

“We are good friends”

“So? That doesn’t take away the feelings, the question here is, Are you in love with him? ”

I was silent, I opened my mouth to answer her but I couldn’t, Why couldn’t I? I should deny it, but why didn’t i? Jessica Davis smiled.

“Do I confess something?” I waited quietly. “The way you look at Jeff, is the same way I look at Justin. Think about it. "She winked at me before leaving.

If my best friend’s words had left me frozen, Jessica’s words hit me. I looked over my shoulder toward the boys’ table, was I in love with my best friend? As I would know, I had never fallen in love with anyone in my life.

I ran as if my life depended on it to the baseball field, simply because my friend’s fool had forgotten his bat in the car and I as a good person i was, and because I knew the combination of his locker to get the keys, I did him the favor. Anyway, at home I was expecting some of those Mom’s smooth naturist, I wasn’t very excited to return soon. Before giving me sight in front of the team, I heard the boys howling and booing. I stopped and looked out, Jeff was in front of them, pretending to have difficulty raising the zipper of his sweatshirt. As I perceived quickly, they were making fun of him.

"Give it up at once, Atkins.” One of them said. I frowned. “You’re losing your good reputation for just one girl”

Not again, please. I pressed the bat in my hands.

“Let go and pass her, I assure you that I get an appointment with her long before you,” another of his classmates boasted. I was getting angry.

How could it be that they messed with him for some nonsense? I was nothing special, why did they all talk as if I were some sort of trophy? I looked at Jeff, he was still focused on his feigned task, but the gesture on his lips told me that he was having a bad time, so I got sick, it couldn’t be that my fear of losing him by spoiling everything with a label, So much harm to him. My eyes filled with tears, but I didn’t cry, instead, I smiled and walked resolutely towards them.

“Eh!” Shouted one of them with joy.

I didn’t look at any of them, my eyes were on my best friend’s, wanting to pretend he was more than okay. I didn’t stop until I felt my lips against his. I dropped the bat to our side and wrapped my fingers in his hair pulling him closer to me. His response, in the first place, was that his mouth was sealed by surprise, when he caught what was happening, he joined the same rhythm as me, bringing his hands to my waist. I didn’t part until the shouts of joy of his companions became present.

“Damn!” I recognized the voice of the one who at the beginning bet that I would go out with him.

I looked into Jeff’s eyes and smiled broadly. This kiss, which at first wanted to taste something, simply felt good. I began to feel that I was complete, even though I thought I had been before.

“I thought better, why wait until Saturday? Let’s have a date now.” My best friend’s eyes shone, I felt an extreme happiness inside, not for him, for me. “Oh, better, did you tell me that your parents are not going to be home all day? How about a bit of Netflix and chill? ”

His friends laughed, he too, but a little more shy.

“Come on.” He took my hand firmly.

“Boys” I gave a single glance at their companions, they began to cheer and push, like vile apes.

I laughed and looked back. When we lost sight of the team, Jeff stopped and looked at me even in shock.

“You were serious?”

“About the kiss or Netflix and chill?” I couldn’t stop smiling.

“Both of them”

“Now I know that I’m sure of the kiss” I bit my lip “Of the other, of course I was serious, a little more seriously in the chill part”

Jeff’s smile was the biggest i had ever seen. My heart skipped a beat.

“Then I drive. Later we’ll get back for your car”

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you write something about soulmates. Like Betty having an abusive boyfriend and all the bruises and cuts show up on Jughead. And there is soulmates in the world so it's not unusual, but Jughead keeps getting injuries from Betty and starts writing on his arm to her and she rights back to him and can you continue this please thank you.

I lovveee these soulmate aus!
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“Dude what the hell is that?”

Jughead looked up, confused by the sharp and disgruntled tone of his red headed best friend.

“What’s what?” He raised a confused brow, his eyes scanning his surroundings, searching for something off.

Archie reached for him, pulling Jugheads tanned arm up and into the air, shoving his wrist into his face

“This! Dude if your dad is beating on you again, you can tell me. You know you’re always welcome back at my place, my dad…”

Archie’s voice faded away as Jughead stared at the dark purple and blue bruises littering his arm, fingerprints left nasty circle shapes and some were faded and yellow, they’d clearly been there for a long time. How was that possible? There was no way he wouldn’t have noticed them and he couldn’t remember banging into someone , not to mention he was absolutely positive no one had left those marks on his body, it really wasn’t possible, unless..

“They’re not mine” he whispered, more to himself than anything, his eyes still glued to his arm.

“What are you talking about? Of course they’re yours, bruises don’t just show up, I mean it’s not like.. oh…” Archie trailed off finally understanding

It was Jugheads soulmate.

In life when you’re looking for the one you’re meant to be with, pieces of them become pieces of you. It happens suddenly but there’s no way to know when you’ll meet them. It had happened with Archie last year one day the football player came to school, his lips bright red and clearly made up, Jughead had nearly wet himself, he had laughed so hard as the boy desperately wiped at his mouth, smearing lipstick down his arm.

“It’s my soulmate! Clearly she likes wearing stupid ass lipstick”

Two days later he had met Veronica Lodge at the Riverdale mall, pearls on her neck and deep purple lipstick on her lips plus the addition of two thick black smudges under her eyes, eerily similar to the eye chalk Archie wore to football practice everyday.They had been inseparable ever since.

He watched in amazement as another bruise formed right before his eyes, a deep red welt, similar to the belt lashings he used to get when his father was an alcoholic. It didn’t hurt Jughead physically but the ache in his chest at his “soulmate” having to go through this, made him feel positively violent. Picking his bag up and walking out Archie’s front door, he gripped the bruises on his arm, willing them to stop, wishing he could make them stop for her, she didn’t deserve this, no one did. It was dark by the time he got to the trailer park, his mood volatile and nasty, his father was working on some bike in the front yard and he waved at his son. Jughead stormed past the older man and locked himself in his room, ripping the jeans from his body he stood in the mirror observing his body, sure enough he was covered in the painless bruises.

His eyes filled with tears and he was surprised when he couldn’t hold them back, he hadn’t cried since he was eight years old and his mother left. The door to his bedroom opened slowly and his father stepped in, eyes going wide at his sons bruised body before understanding took over, F.P jones sat on the edge of the bed and held his son as he cried helplessly.

“There’s nothing I can do.” He sniffled
“I can’t help her, I don’t even know her but I can feel her dad” he looked at the bruises once again, his fists clenching “I want to kill whoever did this.” He whispered.

F.P nodded
“I know you do, but right now you can only do so much. So do what you do best.” He rose from the bed, walking over to Jughead desk and handing him a pen

“Write”

With that he shot his son a knowing smile and slowly closed the door.

Jughead lifted the pen too his arm and took a deep breath.
***

Betty threw herself on her bed, her body aching from the beating she had just taken. She had tried to break up with Chuck again, she had tried so many times but each time it had ended exactly the same, Betty laying bloody on the floor begging for the angry boys forgiveness.

She rested her face on the soft silk pillowcase and bit her tongue, she had learned not to cry out, never let anyone see the bruises, be quiet Betty Cooper. Be perfect.

She couldn’t do it anymore, she was tired, so damn tired of being perfect. She wanted to go away, to sleep, sleep forever.

She reached into her nightstand and pulled out the tube of concealer, lifting the soft white sweater , fully prepared to cover up the bruises she knew would be visible in cheerleading practice tommorow, what she didn’t expect to see was the messy scrawl scribbled across her bruises

“You’re so much stronger than they are. You’re stronger than all of that white noise. You’re going to be okay, don’t let go. JJ”

Tears pricked her eyes. Her soulmate. She had one. she had gone so long believing she would never have one, destined to be passed around with the other mate less teenagers. She gripped her arm to her chest and let her tears fall freely, he was there and he could feel her, feel her pain. She wasn’t alone anymore.

Grabbing the purple gel pen off of her desk, she began writing back.

***

Jughead stared tirelessly at his arm, he didn’t even know if she was getting his messages, this could all be pointless, suddenly though, his arms were filled with distinctly feminine cursive in sparkly ink.

“Thank you JJ, it’s nice to meet my soulmate . Im sorry it had to be under such horrible circumstances. I’m Betty Cooper”

Betty Cooper? He knew that name, had heard Archie mention it a few times, but from where? He didn’t have time to think about that, ripping up his sleeve even higher he began writing again.

“It’s good to meet you in any way, although I do wish it wasn’t like this as well. Are you okay?”

He smiled when the reply was almost instant

“I’m okay, much better now that I know you’re here.”

They spent all night writing back and forth, Jugheads heart felt lighter that morning at school, and it was a fairly noticeable difference.
Archie of course made a huge deal out of it and Jughead found himself rolling his eyes at lunch when the football player went on about how awesome double dates would be from now on.

“Speaking of going out, i promised Ronnie, I’d meet her at central point park for that concert tonight, shes bringing her friend who’s going through a shitty breakup, i figured you could come along be like a fourth wheel. I promise you can write to your soulmate alllll night if you want.” Archie teased.

Jughead rolled his eyes, reluctantly agreeing.

***

Betty was sore that morning but she couldn’t keep the smile off of her face, her soulmate was amazing, he loved writing and reading and they shared similar tastes in movies and he made her laugh like no one else.

“So you’ll come?” Veronica asked, snapping Betty out of her thoughts and pulling her gaze away from the faded words on her arms

“Hmm? Yeah sure, of course.” She answered,dazed.

“Alright love bird, we’re gonna enjoy ourselves tonight at the concert. Maybe you can find some lyrics to write to lover boy” Veronica smiled lovingly at her best friend, excited to see the blonde looking genuinely happy for the first time in ages.

“Maybe” Betty grinned.

***
That night came by fast and Betty took one last look at the words she had just written JJ

“Gotta go Romeo, talk to you later?”

She smiled when the familiar handwriting appeared

“You got it Juliet.”

Betty and Veronica stepped from the car, Betty’s hand tucked in Veronica’s as they navigated the grassy area

“Ronnie! We don’t have to run, I’m sure we wont miss him, that bright red hair is kind of hard not to spot.” She giggled.

Veronica waved her eyebrows suggestively
“I happen to like redheads.”

Betty laughed
“I know, I was there when you started dating Chery Blossom last year.” Betty rolled her eyes

“I don’t discriminate. Love is love and all that” she grinned.

“Speaking of love.”

Both the girls whipped around at the familiar voice and Veronica instantly ran into her boyfriends arms

“Archiekins!”

Archie laughed squeezing his girlfriend,

“Jughead this is Veronica’s best friend, Betty Cooper meet Jughead Jones.”

Jughead nearly dropped the novel he had gripped in his hands as he looked at the beautiful blonde with the bright green eyes and matching blue bruise on her chin, she was even more beautiful than he could have imagined, the very definition of a masterpiece.

“JJ” she whispered, her eyes scanning his and landing on his arms. She was smiling nervously, her fingers fidgeting as she slowly stood in place.

Jughead couldn’t keep the grin off of his face
“ hey there Juliet” he whispered, pulling his sleeves up as she gently rested her fingers on his inkstained arms.

She let out a breathy giggle and before he knew it she was falling into his arms, his own strong arms coming to wrap around her body, covering her and protecting her, now that he found her he was never letting her go.

She looked into his eyes and let the tears fall from hers

“I’ve been waiting for you Jughead Jones.”

He laughed, dropping a kiss to her lips
“You have no idea Betty Cooper”