when i was in fifth grade, me and a tour bus full of my classmates were going on an ‘educational trip’ across state lines to see a civil war POW camp. because sure. fifth graders love learning about emaciated corpses and starvation! but that’s not the point of the story. the point of the story is that they played movies on that bus, and they decided to play Madagascar…. and my god, if you haven’t heard a bus full of 80 children jump and scream in time to “I Like To Move It” you haven’t witnessed the full raw power of the human condition. the bus shook. the windows rattled. we lost our damn minds. the driver almost crashed the bus because he wasn’t expecing a fucking kamehameha wave of sound from the bus’ occupants. needless to say they didn’t take us across state lines ever again.
A Happy birthday gift to @therealjacksepticeye ! This dude, seriously. *here comes the cheesy stuff* The first time Jack reblogged my work, you should’ve seen me (the first one was actually this “Lost me” piece! The “original” so to speak) I was jumping around the walls and screaming. You know what this gave me? Courage, a feeling of moving forward! It was a feeling of progress. This is what got me here. Drawing this latest one. It may be different in some ways of color and choice of layout, but it is still growth. Jack was a cause of this. Maybe not the only one, but a big one. Where would I be without him, I don’t know. I met a lot of my good friends because of him, joined the community, and grew with everyone. Its been amazing watching so many artists of all kinds publish work and establish their work. To anyone reading this, grow. Inspire, work, do the cliché stuff I said. Because with work of dedication, you can become who you want to be. Sean, the least I can say, is thank you. Artists of all kinds and I give the biggest of thanks.
this was also a mini celebration thing for hitting 400+ watchers on Deviant art ;w; seriously you guys are amazing.
A/N: Guys!!! I’m seriously blown away at all the commotion and excitement around Skyline. In the two days that I’ve posted it, I’ve had to turn off my notifications just because they were blowing up!! Thank you so much for all that you’ve done and, hopefully, will continue to do…as there will be a Skyline pt. 3 and possibly pt. 4!! One quick thing I’d like to mention, however, is that I’ve gotten a lot of requests to tag people in my writing. While I’m honoured that you guys want to know as soon as possible when I update, I’ve had so many people request to be on a tags list that I’ve just decided not to do one. I don’t ever want to leave someone out or forget about someone, so I thought it’d be best to not have one at all. I really hope this doesn’t affect you guys too much, but if you follow me, I usually give pretty regular updates on what’s going to be coming soon. And, with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy!!
It had taken a few weeks, but life after your meeting with Spider-Man had finally returned to normal. The groups of people hanging around your locker had broken up, the teachers stopped questioning you in front of class, and only three people asked if you had Spider-Man’s number when they wrote in your yearbook. Despite the attention you had received, however, your school year had come to an uneventful close. And although you were grateful the interrogations had stopped, you were less than overjoyed about the dullness your days had once again become coloured with.
Your time was filled with events in which variety was far and few. You woke up at the same time, ate the same breakfast, took care of the same two year old next door, visited your same friends, and tried not to notice the slow ticking of the clock on the wall. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy the time with your friends, or your favourite toddler; it was just that you felt…different. Different in a way that you couldn’t explain, or even put into words. Just different.
You remember when Oprah would have one of those shows where everyone in the audience would get a gift and Oprah would shout “A VOLKSWAGEN BEEEEEEE-TLLLLLE!” or “UGG BOOOOOTS!” Cut to the audience who were all jumping and screaming. I always imagined Oprah saying “IM-MOR-TAL-I-TYYYYYYY!” and then cut to the audience who would all be jumping and screaming, but the camera would zoom closer and we would see that there were tears and that they were screaming in terror.
Pairing: Jughead x reader Description: Archie and Veronica start talking about some of their sexual experiences, which sparks the readers interest, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by her boyfriend. Basically Jughead is a little shit (prompt #7 requested) Warnings: Sin, but not full sin, like, half sin. 50% sin. and I’m going to hell ——————————————————————– It was obvious that Archie and Veronica weren’t virgins. It was totally ok, and nobody in our group of friends minded, at least half the school was having sex, which I guess was normal in this day and age, but it was still almost like, an elephant in the room, like, a baby elephant, but an elephant nonetheless. The conversation I had been dreading was eventually going to come up, and it did. I was hoping that maybe it wouldn’t be brought up so soon after the whole Archie and Miss Grundy incident, but of course, Kevin had to open his big, fat mouth.
“So, I just need to know, what was it like having sex with a teacher Arch?” Kevin leaned forward in his chair, looking at Archie expectantly. Archie tensed up and his hand stopped strumming his guitar that sat in his lap.
“Kev! Oh my god” Betty smacked his arm, giving him a cross glare
“I mean, if we can’t talk about it, then we shouldn’t be doing it, right?” Kevin pointed out, looking around at us. I shifted uncomfortably on the couch I was sat on by my boyfriend, Jughead. We had been dating for 8 months now and hadn’t really discussed anything like this.
“I mean, Kevin has a point.” Veronica agreed, crossing her arms nonchalantly.” If you’re going to have sex you should be able to talk about it. It’s important to discuss it, make sure you’re doing it safely, especially at our age. The last thing we need is one of us getting pregnant.”
“Yeah, yeah, anyways what positions did she make you do?” Kevin turned his attention back to the boy and Betty yelped again.
“Uh, well, a lot of it was just missionary. She rode me a few times, we did maybe a couple different ones…” Archie trailed off.
“Did you guys fuck in her car?” I saw Jughead roll his eyes out of the corner of my eye as he typed away on his laptop.
“Uh, yeah, a couple times…” Archie’s face went red.
“Well, I for one have tried many different things, many different kinks, many different genders.” Veronica smirked at her last few words and Betty’s jaw practically fell to the floor.
“Oh, do tell” Kevin wore a shit eating grin on his face as he turned his attention to Ronnie.
“Dude, don’t you like dick? Archie asked him, an eyebrow raised
“Oh, Archiekins, just because I swing left doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the sexual stories provide by the right swingers.” Archie still looked confused and Kevin sighed in an irritated manner. “Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean straight sex repulses me.” Kevin huffed, explaining to Archie. “You may be pretty but you sure aren’t bright.”
Ronnie began to fill us in on her sexual experiences, and Jughead ignored the conversation, typing away on his laptop instead. I, however, gave my full attention to the stories Ronnie told, my heart racing as I began to think about a few of the scenarios with somebody else in mind.
After school, I went straight home, taking the stairs two at a time and opening my laptop. I began to look up some of the stuff Ronnie told the group about. I was impressed, disgusted, and horrified all at once.
“Hey, I know you said you were busy, but I brought Pop’s.” I slammed my laptop shut as quick as I could, turning in my chair to see Jughead with a take-out bag.
“Woah, what’s up?” Jughead set the food down on my nightstand, looking at me as I tried to look casual. My cheeks were as red as Archie’s hair, and I knew at any second I was going to get busted.
“Y/n, what’s on the computer?” Jughead raised an eyebrow. He leaned down so he was eye level with me, both hands resting on either side of my wheely chair.
“N-nothing.” I stammered, his face dangerously close to mine.
“Really? Because I saw how interested you looked while Veronica shared her “stories”, earlier. Care to explain?” Jughead leaned in closer, turning his head a bit as if he was getting ready to kiss me. Before I could process what was happening, Jughead pushed my chair all the way in to the corner of my room and had my laptop open, typing in my password.
“Asshole!” I screamed, jumping up from the chair and shoving him down on to my bed. It was too late though, he had already seen my computer screen.
“Wow, y/n, this is a whole new side of you.” Jughead teased, a smirk on his lips as his hands rested on my hips. I whacked his chest with the palm of my hand before getting up and closing the tabs on my computer
“Honestly, if you wanted sex this bad you could have just told me.” Jughead sat up on my bed, a shit eating grin resting upon his lips.
“Lose that grin, Wednesday Addams.” I leaned against my desk, my arms crossed.
“Why don’t you come over here and wipe it off of me?” Jughead leaned back, an eyebrow raised in expectation. I blushed, my mouth opening but no words coming out.
“Really, y/n? You’re going to make me do all the work/” Jughead stood from my bed, walking over to me and pressing his body to mine. He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, lifting me so they were now wrapped securely around his waist and stumbling backwards to the bed. My hands went to his air, knocking off his beanie and running my fingers through his black locks. His tongue slipped past my lips, his arms pulling me closer to his body.
Jughead’s lips left mine after a few moments of kissing, trailing down my cheek and jaw to my neck. He bit down gently on the spot below my ear, puckering his lips and sucking until a satisfying dark shade of purple was left. I let out a heavy breath, my hips bucking down against his involuntarily.
“We probably shouldn’t be doing this; my mom could be home at any moment.” I panted.
“You’re probably right.” Jughead breathed, pressing a kiss to my jaw. “Rain check?”
“Definitely.” I leaned down, kissing him again. Jughead leaned back on my bed, pulling me down with him.
“Y/n?” Jughead looked up at me, his fingers running through my hair. “You can talk to me about these kinds of things, you know. I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide them from me.” Jughead pressed a kiss to my cheek. After a few more minutes of cuddling, I got up, grabbing my laptop from my desk. I opened Netflix and put something on to watch as we cuddled in my bed, eating takeaway from Pop’s.
And I totally used that raincheck the next weekend.
I was standing there, and I was ready to jump. But then I heard her voice, she was screaming her lungs out, running towards me. I took a step back - I knew what jumping would mean. She’d come crashing down right after me.