the clip starts with eva talking aboutcauseries: humorous written piece that, in english, can be referred to as “talk of the town”. eva says she’s not good at it while noora says she doesn’t even know what it is. 👀👀👀
even before sana starts focusing on the carrot munching, from the very first second of the clip, the audio has a slight echo to it. which could just be the staircase in which they’re in but i’d think that the team would fix it in post-prod. i feel like they left it because it gives a daydreaming quality to the scene and sana’s pov. from the start, she’s not really listening.
carrot munching from the trailer
i’ve seen people comment that noora is eating too loudly, that’s not what it is. firstly: have you ever managed to eat a carrot silently? and secondly: the shot is to show how much sana is annoyed by noora now. when you hate someone, you tend to find every single thing they do annoying. suddenly, they breathe too loud, eat too loud, are just generally gross.
in my attempt to find out if there was a word for this phenomenon other thanmisophonia (as i understand it, misophonia is when you’re hypersensitive to certain sounds regardless of the context or person…i was looking for a word for when it happens only when you hate someone), i discovered a video of 5mn of carrot munching noises. here it is if you want to die.
as sana focuses on noora and eva joining the group, she tunes out the noise around her just as when in prayer or when she was looking at yousef’s facebook profile. it seems thatthe music from sigur rós is used here as it was used in the other focusing scenes.
isak literally gets his nose into other people’s business (and i feel that almost everyone noticed immediately, despite how little of the frame it takes, because ofthe reading sense)
again, we have isak trying to reach sana and he says exactly what’s on sana’s mind: “has sara stolen all your friends?”
In this post I want to give a list of reasons why Twincer is my prime suspect as AD. I know a lot of these ‘clues’ come from interviews, but they’re still really convincing for me at least. I’ve definitely missed some of the clues from within the show because they’re not as easy to spot - we need to know for sure if Twincer is happening, then we can dig further. (The fun won’t instantly stop once the finale airs.) But for now, enjoy these, and at the end, I give my theory as to the motive.
Please note: none of this is overly new. This is just the summation of everything we’ve been talking about on my blog for the past couple months. I wanted to put all the ideas into one post, rather than 31529 mini posts scattered here and there. I will be updating this as we find more.
The famous airport scene from 715. We all already think it’s weird that "Spencer" asked Ezra to not tell anyone he saw her there with Wren. What’s weirder, is the fact that Wren and “Spencer” were arguing. Amongst muffle, I heard Spencer say "stop calling me that" (let me know if you heard differently). Did Wren have a slip-of-the-tongue moment and call her Spencer rather than the twin’s real name?
Dr. Cochran’s story is very telling. We all already know the ambiguous implication that Mary had more than two babies, because Dr. Cochran said he dealt with “two of Mary’s babies”. What’s more interesting is the second baby he dealt with. The first baby (Charlotte) he gave to Jessica. He said that the second baby that he delivered was placed in family county services. This could not have been Spencer, since Spencer was delivered to Veronica within 5 minutes of birth. So, who was that second baby that was placed in family services? I believe it was Spencer’s twin. Why? Dr Cochran referred to that second baby as “underweight but tenacious” - lo and behold, the next episode, Toby calls Spencer tenacious. This was the writers foreshadowing the similarities between this second baby, and Spencer. Twins.
We all know Hanna’s ‘dream’ in 701. It makes no sense that Hanna was able to dream ‘Spencer’ saying the name A.D. since Hanna was kidnapped before these initials were even revealed. Perhaps Hanna was visited by Twincer; the one holding her captive.
A.D. needs to stand for something. Spencer’s twin could literally have the initials A.D., since we know she would be Mary Drake’s child. Her first name would start with A and the D would stand for Drake.
Brendan and Ian both confessed to being confused by the identity of A.D. They needed the backstory to understand it. Is that because they had no idea who has the name “Alex Drake” (for example) ?
Tyler said before 7B aired that “you’ve never met AD. You kind of have. You’ll know what I mean”. This can be interpreted in two ways: you’ve never met Twincer but since you know Spencer, you kind of know who AD is. Or. You’ve seen Twincer over the years, but thought it was Spencer. Either way, Tyler’s comment screams twin-theory to me. This could apply to any twin theory, but in this context, I’m using it for Spencer.
Ian said (0:57) that “fans will be satisfied to a point. Right when it seems it’s gonna be really great, it might do a little [downwards hand motion]”…. That cheeky smile on Ian’s face when he said “it seems it’s gonna be really great”… what could be greater than a liar being AD? Ian could be referring to the fact that they initially show us Troian under the hoodie, making us think Spencer is AD. Then, after commercial break, they will reveal it’s just her twin, hence the “it might do a little [downwards hand motion]”. We will be satisfied to a point, he said. It’ll start off amazing by thinking it’s Spencer, oh wait, it’s another twin.
Ashley said (0:14) that she didn’t even know the A.D. reveal is possible. Because she did not expect a second pair of twins to come along?
“It’s like there are two of you living in this house. You, and you’re evil twin, and we’re not sure who’s coming down to breakfast". said Veronica to Spencer in 423. Foreshadowing at it’s finest.
Spencer doesn’t remember this flashback. Was it her twin? And oh how coincidental, that the writers tell us a time Spencer doesn’t remember, in the same scene Veronica makes the above comment about Spencer’s “evil twin”.
“Where are they?” said Mary as she entered the Hastings house (flashback from 717). Who is they? The twins? She proceeded to say that Spencer is the only good thing she’s ever made. Maybe Mary knows Spencer’s twin is evil, and is neglecting her.
“You look very much like your sister. Almost like twins”. said Mary to Spencer in 701. The writers wanted us to think that Mary was talking about Spencer and Melissa, since Mary was holding a picture of the half-sisters. But, were the writers, and therefore Mary, hinting towards Twincer? Is Mary being blackmailed/forced (by Peter?) to keep quiet on Twincer, and she had a slip-of-the-tongue moment here?
Marlene is very aware of the Twincer theories. Back in 2014 she said that Troian sent her an online fan theory regarding Spencer having a twin who is A. Marlene was blown away by it and she thought it was a very well thought out plan with detailed evidence across the series. Watch from 1:35. Whilst you may be saying “there’s NO WAY Marlene spoilt her own show’s ending in an interview!!” - I feel like she had no idea the show would go on for 7 seasons, and once they got renewed, she panicked. “Shit, we need a new Uber A. Let’s go with that brilliant fan theory Troian sent me”. She probably regrets making this interview now. You can tell her passion for Twincer in this interview. She talks so damn highly of it.
Marlene has said that the person who plays A.D. had known for a while. We know that Marlene told Troian the entire ending of the show years in advance. “Just like I had story time with Marlene, you all now get story time with Pretty Little Liars” said Troian.
The girl in the coffin in the opening has the exact same black puffy shirt as Spencer.
Why does it seem that A.D. is always going after the Hastings? Why shoot Spencer, out of all the liars? Why demand Aria to plant the audio device in the Hastings? Why not ruin the Marin household? The jealous twin wants her ungrateful sister dead, hence the shooting, and the jealous daughter is angry she never got adopted. Too much of the story is Hastings-oriented.
“They’re all some pretty. Good. Theories.” Was Janel’s response to being asked about the Spencer-twin theories. (22:20)
And, I’ll just leave this here. Good one @prettylittlesessions !
“Spencer’s” weird comments in 718. In 718 “Spencer” says to Toby “you know what its like to be the outsider. Removed from friends and family”. What made her say this? Nothing was said or done in 718 to prompt our Spencer to say this.
Keegan said there are no more Spoby kisses in 7B. “I can honestly say that there is not another Spoby kiss.” Yet - there was one in 718. Either Keegan lied, or that was Spencer’s twin. (10:15)
“It’s somebody you have seen.” says Marlene in regards to who AD is. Was she talking about the Spoby kiss in 710, which Twincer referred to in 718 when she kissed Toby again? Marlene was very careful to avoid saying “it’s someone you KNOW”. We don't “know” Twincer. But, we have seen her.
“That’s not the Spencer I know” said Toby in 718. Writers are foreshadowing.
Setting all this aside, I want to add my theory on the backstory and motive:
Twincer, who’s name is A_____ Drake, was born in Radley, as Dr. Cochran told us in 7A.
Twincer was raised in Radley - not because she needed to be at a psychological hospital, but as a form of daycare, because Mary was deemed an unfit mother, and also she kept Twincer a secret from Peter… he already hated her (to the point of planning her murder, later on) enough for having one baby together, imagine Peter’s reaction to having twins.
There, Twincer met and bonded with her sister Charlotte. Charlotte became Twincer’s only friend. (Twincer might even be Bethany, since we already know of this bond between Bethany and Charlotte, and how Bethany was drawing Charles being taken away by a monster. But for this theory, let’s just forget Bethany for a second.)
When Mona came to Radley and started telling Charlotte about everything she did to her sister, Charlotte and Twincer wanted to play. They wanted a turn at harassing Spencer and her friends.
For Charlotte, as we know, it was the feeling of finally succeeding at something in life that made the game her drug. For Twincer, it was something far darker.
Harassing Aria, Hanna, Emily and Alison is all about driving a wedge between the girls. Twincer wants to break up the girls. Turn them against each other. Hopefully by throwing fire at the girls, they will break up, ultimately, to ruin Spencer’s life. Again, jealousy. Twincer’s plan is backfiring because it’s exactly A’s threats that makes Spencer say “we need each other more than ever” and “always stick together”. The writers keep making the point of SPENCER being the one to make the comments about “always” sticking together. Twincer cannot break Spencer and her bitches. This is fueling Twincer’s anger. Nothing is working.
That’s why AD/Twincer recently shot Spencer. “If I can’t break the girls up to ruin Spencer’s life, why not just become Spencer?” Twincer shot Spencer in an attempt to assume her identity and squeeze her way into the loving friendship group that she could never crack. “These girls are so loyal to each other… they don’t even break up after even my threats. Damn, I want to be a part of this. It’s my turn to live a happy life. You had your turn Spencer.”
Note: I do not believe that AD has been operating since season 1. Mona’s time as A is completely independent from Charlotte and Twincer’s story. Mona started the game, and now someone is ending it, and she wants to know who. Charlotte and Twincer are their own duo; their own A-team, which stemmed as a result of Mona coming to Radley. Charlotte revealed herself - next up in the A team is Twincer, who is carrying on the game she once played with her sister.
Bts reaction to their crush saying “if I could lose my virginity to anyone it would be you”
Wow that’s a long ass title
Seokjin: You two were best friends who had a hell load of tension going on. You were over at Jin’s place to just hang out. He always thought that his feelings were one sited so he never even considered confessing to you. All of the sudden you asked him about his sex life, being afraid that the answer would hurt you since you have a crush on him too. Being confused he’d answer honestly: “Lately there’s not much going on. I’d feel uncomfortable doing it with someone who isn’t you.” he confessed by mistake. He’d feel really embarrassed as he realizes what happened. You said:
“I didn’t thought you feel like this. Well, if I could lose my virginity to anyone it would be you”. Jin would be soooo happy saying: “I’d really be honored to take your virginity. I like you, y/n.” He’d approach you slightly giving you a soft kiss which leads to a heavy make out session. Being the gentleman he is, he wouldn’t let it come too far without dating you.
Jin on the inside:
Namjoon: You two were chilling alone at a house party together. Because you already drank a bit Namjoon felt confident enough to start asking private questions. Technically it wasn’t your idea to tell him you’re just the most honest person after only one shot of tequila. Without him having to ask you just went for it and said:
“if I could lose my virginity to anyone it would be you” Namjoom had his facial expression under control only a dirty smile covered his face. “I knew that! You like me and I like you..” He’d immediately start acting all cocky and flirty with you which leaded to making out in a spare room. He was grinding on you making you horny and kissing your neck until he left hickeys. But Namjoon wouldn’t want you to regret anything the next morning so he delayed your first time to when you’d be sober. “You don’t want to be drunk on your first time, just call me when you want. Or should I call you?”
Yoongi: Yoongi and you were these kind of best friends who spend all of their time together. Once the two of you were taking a nap over at his place. Having a light sleep Yoongi cuddled with you. He always acted like you were his girlfriend. You thought he was still awake and told him “if I could lose my virginity to anyone it would be you”. Yoongi would wake up totally confused and look at you. He’d hug you tight from the back and kiss your neck saying: “Y/n, is it that obvious that I have a crush on you?” Still being sleepy he’d unhook your bra under the shirt of him that you wore. Rolling you over he kissed you multiple times. Astonishing your now fully naked body he kissed you again. “It won’t hurt, I promise”
Yoongi when he wakes up confused:
Hoseok: You and Hobi were at a club going crazy and dancing like there’s no tomorrow. That was the moment you fell for him, his cheerful and happy personality and -we’re not gonna ignore this- of course his handsome looks. When a sexy R’n’B song played you decided to dance seductively. Hobi was left with surprise as he joined you and the tension started to grow until he kissed you in the middle of the dancefloor. Hobi started to giggle like a little kid deciding to go home with you. As you made out on his bed you said. “If I could lose my virginity to anyone it would be you.” He’d smile really brightly feeling honored to take your virginity as he slowly unclothed you.
Hoseok seeing you dance:
Taehyung: You guys were friends but had secretly feelings for each other. You were totally in love with him but your lack of experience made you self-conscious. One day Tae was bragging about fucking this girl just to make you jealous. Your reaction to it had him SHOOK. You just said
“if I could lose my virginity to anyone it would be you” as a response. Tae would need several moment to realize what just happened but once he did he’d confess.”I’m sorry for being such an cocky asshole but that was my way to make you jealous. I actually have a crush on you and it’ll make me really happy to fuck yo- I mean take your virginity.” You just laughed and kissed him. He’d pick you up like a bride and carried you to his bed.
Tae being shook because of your response:
Jimin: All the other member knew about you being Jimin’s crush and tried to set you up. They invited you over to a house party. Everything went fine, you talked with Jimin the whole time, until Jungkook suddenly shouted:”LET’S PLAY TRUTH OR DARE”.. Namjoon called your name and you chose truth. “Who out of all the people here would you have sex with?”. You answered honestly with “if I could lose my virginity to anyone it would be you, Jimin” looking at him. He was blushing and smiling happy. Next Hobi dared Jimin to spend 30 minutes with you in his room. Arriving there he confessed to you. “I’m so sorry it had to happen like this. The other’s tried really hard.” he said. “Well it worked and by the way we have still 20 minutes left.” you smiled sheepishly. Being confident he kissed you slowing unclothing your body.
Jimin when you said you still have 20 minutes:
Jungkook: Kookie asked you out on a date after crushing over you for a long time. You were out walking around the city after having a drink. He was leading you to his favorite spot on a hill where you could see the stars and the whole city shining. You were sitting on a blanket his arm around you. You talked about so many different things until he asked you if you’ve ever been in a serious relationship. You answered with yes but admitted being a virgin. He was surprised because you seemed quite mature.“But actually if I could lose my virginity to anyone it would be you” you said. Jungkook would turn into JungSHOOK before acting really cocky. “I mean if you’re up to it..” You’d kiss. First slow but then it turned into a real make out session. He slid his hand up your skirt grabbing your ass. “We probably have to do this an other time unless you want to lose your virginity in a place were people could easily see us.”
Ok, hear me out. I know there is a lot of evidence pointing to Bitty being a good Southern Christian Gay and like, that is completely plausible and if that’s your jam, great! But because I love projecting and rubbing my Jew-y hands on everything, here is a theory about Bitty being an extremely assimilatory southern Jew who only really gets in touch with his culture and Jewish identity once he gets to college in the North East.
So I did some research and while “phelps” (Bitty’s maternal family name) isn’t the dead ringer that “Birkholtz” or “Zimmermann” is, it still has a history of being a Jewish surname in the Anglo-Saxon region. So to me, Bitty is Jewish on his mom’s side, but his paternal family is very southern Christian and so, really that’s what he grew up with, because being Jewish in the south? Well… that’s a whole thing.
My mom grew up in Atlanta Georgia, and in her high school, she was the only Jewish person by a long shot. My grandfather taught at Emory and so they didn’t belong to a temple, and went to Hillel sometimes during the bug holidays, but for he most part she wasn’t involved in religious affairs because it wasn’t “normal”.
I think something along the same lines happened to Bitty. His Moomah always made Jewish food for their family, but only made Southern food for company. At Chanukah, they would put up a Christmas tree, but put a Jewish star as an ornament and call it a “Chanukah bush.”
Bitty had a friend in second grade named Timmy who came over for a play date one day, only to never come back because his mom saw their mezuzah on the front door and forbid them from hanging out again. “Timmy doesn’t need to be influenced by that kind”
After that, well, Bitty stops asking his mama to make kasha varnishkas for his lunch (someone once told him it looked like he was eating pasta with dirt in it) and he stops going to temple on rosh hashana, and he starts calling his Christmas tree a Christmas tree. When someone tells him he “doesn’t look Jewish” he knows it’s a compliment.
The Monday at school after the Closet Incident, there’s a swastika keyed into his locker.
Because it’s one thing being the gay kid in a small town, it’s a whole other thing to be gay AND Jewish. It’s like he’s had two strikes against him since he was born.
When he moves to Madison he begs his mom not to put up a mezuzah. He can’t understand why she starts crying, but she doesn’t put it up. It’s a fresh start.
The rest of middle school and high school, Bitty secularizes.
When one of his teammates in his coed team tells him he’s acting “like a Jew” when he asks her for money for the team shirts, Bitty bites his tongue so hard he draws blood.
When all the kids in his tenth grade English class throw pennies at Mr. Bloom during his lecture on Eli Wiesel, Bitty stays after and helps pick them up.
Fast forward to freshman year at Samwell, and Bitty is hanging around the haus just before Rosh Hashana.
Holster is talking to Ransom and Jack about putting something together for dinner, maybe picking up some matzo ball soup mix and some ruggies from a deli near by.
Bitty, who shuddered at the though of soup coming out of a box blurted out without thinking “you know, I could whip up some of my grandmas matzo ball soup? And maybe some kugel?”
All three of the other boys look at him with wide eyes.
“I didn’t know you were Jewish Bittle,” Jack quirked a brow in intrigue.
“Well,” Bitty said, face heating up, “I- I’m not JEWISH Jewish. My mom is Jewish. My Moomah is Jewish, but ME? I don’t know.”
Everyone else seemed perplexed by this statement, but Holster’s eyes lowered a bit.
Bitty took that to mean ‘I hate you why would you say that you should just leave’ and promptly scrambled out the door, a whirlwind of “sorry got to go’s”
Later that week, someone knocked on Bitty’s dorm door, and that someone was Adam Jacob Birkholtz, certified Nice Jewish Boy and hulking mass.
“Uh, can we talk?” Holster asked a bit sheepishly.
Bitty agreed and lead them into his room.
Holster sat on his tiny bed and asked, “what did you mean before? When you said your mom and grandma are Jewish but not you?” It was tentative, but Bitty could tell the question wasn’t an accusation.
“Well I mean, I don’t really celebrate anything anymore. For all intents and purposes my house was a secular house all throughout middle school and high school.”
“But bitty,” holster sighed, “just because your half Jewish doesn’t mean you can’t be Jewish. And even if you aren’t practicing that doesn’t mean you can’t be Jewish either. I had a friend in high school that was half Jewish and people at temple would make him feel unwelcome. You don’t have to worry about that here.”
“Oh um, thanks? But it’s not that. Look, I know I’m Jewish. People have been making that clear to me for my whole life.”
“What do you mean?” Holster asked.
Bitty then began to regale all of the things he’s experienced. All of the prejudice, the slurs, the pennies, the swastikas. All of the pain that came with being the Jew in the south.
Holster listened, “Bits, that’s really rough dude. And like, I get it, some things are too painful. But it’s not like that at Samwell. Sure there are assholes everywhere, and it’s not like there’s never any antisemitism but, if you haven’t noticed based on the hockey team already, you aren’t alone here! There’s a whole Jewish community that’s got your back.
"Listen, why don’t you come to Hillel with me for Rosh Hashana, we can make your Moomas soup together! And maybe even Jack will help and not complain. Just, I don’t want you to have to feel like that about yourself.”
Bitty begins to decline the invitation but then something stops him. He remembers being a little kid, dipping apple slices in honey and chasing his mama around the house with sticky fingers.
“Alright I’ll go.”
And he does.
And he loves it.
He starts going to Hillel with Holster after that, and sometimes Jack tags along, sometimes so does Shitty. And in his Sophomore year, Nursey comes along with, and then his junior year comes Tango.
He makes matzo ball soup by the barrel, and re-learns the prayers for the Shabbat candles.
But it’s in his freshman year that he goes home for Winter break and pulls out the old Star of David ornament and puts it on the tree.
He asks his mom if he could help light the Chanukah candles and she looks shocked at first, but then she smiles and says “of course sweetheart.”
Later he hands her a present. It’s a long and thin box wrapped in silver paper with a little blue bow on top.
She takes it from his hand carefully, like its a shard of glass or something.
Barn Mates was
first aired exactly a year ago today… and what a monumental episode it was
for both Lapis and Peridot!
For those of us who were already shipping Lapidot, it was a
dream come true – and for some of those who weren’t,
it opened their eyes to a whole new (and now completely canonically viable)
I’ve written about this episode a few times in the past, but
it feels fitting to look back on it again today; for day one of Lapidot Anniversary Week!
So, without further ado…
The episode opens with Peridot wistfully speaking into her
tape recorder about sharing her new home with Lapis. Only a couple of episodes prior to this
point, Peridot had made the decision to stay at the barn by herself whilst the
other Crystal Gems returned to the temple.
The fact that she now so enthusiastically wants to share her home with Lapis
(as opposed to going back with the other Gems or staying by herself in the barn) just shows that she already has
some level of admiration for Lapis.
“Why don’t we watch the sun come up and figure out what
we’re going to do with all this time, eh Lazuli?”
Watching the sun rise with someone is an old romantic
tradition/cliché, so the fact that Peridot specifically mentions wanting to do
this with Lapis certainly speaks some volumes.
And it also transpires…
…that this line was foreshadowing a scene that came later
in the show – in Room For Ruby, not
only are they watching the sun rise together (just as Peridot wanted to do),
they’ve actually been sat together all night stargazing prior to this point,
which is another activity that has obvious romantic connotations.
After Peridot has finished speaking into the tape recorder
in Barn Mates, Lapis expresses her
desire to live in the barn all on her own.
Steven suggests that the barn be split down the middle, with each of the
two Gems having their own “side”, which leads to a very interesting shot of the
pair of them:
Notice how they’re effectively framing a picture that’s
behind them. This picture is of the
barn’s previous owners – Greg’s aunt and uncle, who Greg described back in Space Race as follows:
“My aunt and uncle had a great love for aviation, and each
other. They cherished the years they
spent together, and they held on to every belonging they ever owned.”
It’s interesting, then, that a picture of a happy couple has
been placed directly in-between Lapis
and Peridot in this shot. This becomes
something of a trend as the show progresses, with the picture being placed
in-shot with Peridot and Lapis on occasion in a fair few other episodes, such as these:
This could well be foreshadowing a romantic relationship
between Lapis and Peridot. The fact that
Greg mentions “aviation” is also something interesting to think about,
considering that Lapis can fly and Peridot was the pilot of the Hand Ship back
Lapis isn’t keen on the idea of splitting the barn, telling
Steven that Peridot is the problem:
“I can’t stand the thought of looking at her everyday!”
This statement is now somewhat ironic because, in the episodes since Barn Mates, Lapis almost always has her eyes on Peridot – and gives
her some extremely suggestive looks,
Peridot and Steven both try to assure Lapis that Peridot has
changed, but she doesn’t want to hear it.
Steven thinks it’s “sweet” that Peridot wants Lapis to see how much
she’s changed since their last encounter, and he helps her to make an apology
card which has a very interesting picture drawn on the front of it:
Steven may well have the intent of getting Peridot and Lapis
to be friends, but he’s drawn them looking like an actual couple here; they’re even holding hands.
Eventually, after some persuasion from Steven, Lapis joins
them – and a beaming Peridot hands over the card. This still fails to win-over an unimpressed
Lapis, much to Peridot’s disdain.
“It took me over an hour to compose [the message in the
card], and I was the most
sincere as per Steven’s instructions!”
The fact that Peridot put so much time into her apology
message gives us an indication of how highly Peridot thinks of Lapis – and how
much she wants to make her feel better.
She then spends some time deliberating what she could give to Lapis as a
gift (upon Steven’s suggestion), and they come up with an idea…
“H-2-Oh my GOSH!” …
“It’s a gift for you! You know, ‘cause water’s your thing.”
mannerisms and tone of voice here are very flirtatious. However, given Lapis’ previous traumatic
experience of being trapped on the bottom of the ocean, this is another idea
that falls completely flat.
And what does
pool?! What a cloddy idea! Of course
she wouldn’t like that!”
She actually blames herself
for the mistake. This is very
uncharacteristic of Peridot, who normally has a very lofty opinion of herself
and her intellectual capacity – which, again, shows how highly she must think of
Lapis. She even uses the word “cloddy”
to describe her own idea; with “clod” being an insult that she usually only
ever levels at other people when she’s at her most angry.
She then decides to make a very grand gesture…
…and offers her most prized possession – the tape recorder
– to Lapis as a gift.
She’s very flirtatious in doing so here, as well. With a wink and a smile, she tells Lapis:
“See, the ribbon is
even blue. I got yo’ number!”
Peridot has offended all of the other Gems at some point in
the past, but she’s never been seen to perform as grand a gesture as this one
in order to win them over.
Peridot is, in a lot of ways, incredibly materialistic - she
has been shown on more than one occasion to hold her very few possessions really
closely to her. By Peridot’s standards, handing the tape recorder
over is essentially the biggest thing she could do for someone, which is a very
clear indication of her feelings towards Lapis.
This gesture is completely lost on Lapis, however, who
proceeds to crush the tape recorder in her hand.
Usually in these situations, Peridot would be distraught
that one of her possessions had been destroyed (see, for example, Peridot on
her knees begging Amethyst not to throw away her beloved tablet in Too Short To Ride). However, this time, she actually seems to be
upset by the fact that she’s managed to upset Lapis once again, exclaiming:
“What, were you trapped in a tape recorder too?!”
Peridot is exasperated by this point, and gives a very
heartfelt speech which, I believe, really gets to the root of one of the key
reasons why a relationship between Lapis and Peridot just makes perfect sense:
“Look, I get it, you
know? You’re confused! You can never go back to Homeworld.
This place doesn’t exactly feel like home yet. You’re alone, no one could
possibly know what that feels like! Oh wait, I do! We’re
the same, except… you don’t have to be alone.”
She and Lapis are going through the exact same thing
at basically the same time; namely, being stranded on earth with no way of
returning to Homeworld. There’s literally no-one else who they could bond
with over this, except for each other – it’s a common ground that they share
with each other and only each other. It’s logical and sensible
storytelling, therefore, to have these two characters stick together and share
the experience with each other. It puts them on equal ground, gives them
both an acute understanding of each other, and enables them to both support one
another as they adjust to life on earth.
At this point in Barn
Mates, however, Lapis still isn’t having any of it. Peridot, clearly at her wits end, asks what
Lapis wants from her. Lapis angrily
tells Peridot that she wants her to leave… and that’s exactly what Peridot
does. She wants Lapis to be happy so much that she’s even willing to give
up her home so that Lapis can live there instead.
As she walks away, Steven reprimands Lapis for treating
Peridot so badly. As he’s talking, Lapis
folds her arms and shifts on the spot, her gaze meeting the crushed tape
recorder on the floor. Everything about
her body language in this scene exudes
Peridot comes screaming back towards them moments later,
however – being pursued by a Roaming Eye that she’s convinced is after
The trio flee from the ship, but eventually come
face-to-face with it, which causes Peridot to cower behind Steven in fear.
…Lapis steps forward, and glances back at a wide-eyed Peridot.
This scene is very important because it’s the first time we
ever get to see that Lapis does actually care about Peridot, despite the
pair of them getting off to a very turbulent start. She steps up to
defend the helpless Peridot from the Roaming Eye, and makes sure to
specifically ask Peridot if she’s ok after the threat has been neutralised –
proving that she didn’t only have
Steven’s interests at heart when she took out the Roaming Eye.
What happens next needs no introduction…
Peridot has still, to this day, never looked at anyone else
with such love. The way that her hands are clasped to her
chest makes it the typical “cartoon character looking at their love interest”
pose. That smile on her face is
literally the biggest one that she’s ever given. And Lapis’ deep blush, that she actually
turns her head away from Peridot in an attempt to hide, is also a reaction from
her that’s unique to this scene – and very much implies that the apparent
feeling of attraction is mutual. There
appears to be some symbolism behind the sun coming out as Peridot smiles,
too. This could well be an indication
that Lapis is warming up to Peridot
and seeing her in a new light. It also has a somewhat poetic quality to it,
with the storm clouds (both literal and metaphorical) dissipating at this very
Steven picks up on what’s going on, giggling to himself as
he looks at Lapis. It’s also very
interesting that Peridot’s loving look is still lingering even after the camera
angle has changed – this is no fleeting “micro expression”, it’s a very
prolonged and deliberate look…
…which was the first of very, very many that the pair of
them have since gone on to give each other (the above images being a small handful of examples).
All in all, Barn Mates
was the start of a very beautiful relationship between these two Gems, which
has well and truly endured throughout the past twelve months – and has gotten
ever stronger with each episode that they’ve appeared in together.
Bucky Barnes was in love, and it seems that everyone figured it out but you.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader Warnings: Fluff, tiny segment of angst. Author’s Note: Don’t you love fluff? I do. After writing angst for three days straight I could use a little fluff. Enjoy! This is 3000 words long!
it’s strange because the first half of season 4 had A LOT of parallels of season 3 but now this second half?
The more I think about it, the more it parallels season 1, so here we go.
Just like Eva Sana is feeling alone and out of touch with the people she loves the most. She doesn’t know how to fix the rift…so she doesn’t, but still she wants to so bad. she misses them and watching them from afar because she no longer can belong with them…is tearing her apart. Just like Eva in season 1.
Social media rubbing their new friends in their faces
we then get a true sense of the isolation between the two when they both sit at home alone and watch their friends…literally replace them. That’s what it feels like for both Eva and Sana. and after they both see these social media posts and drives them to get up and do something about it. “don’t let yourself be a victim” as doctor phil says to Eva and “don’t live in fear” as Nas tells Sana…it’s too similar and I love it
Not only are they both sitting on the same bench, with the same person, on THE SAME SIDE, but it is insane that Isak has served as a focal point in both of their painful dramas of secrets. in Eva’s season Isak revealed her lies to Iben, in Sana’s….Isak still revealed Sara’s lies by Sana getting access of them from Isak’s account. so essentially the truth came out and disaster happened because of Isak in both seasons…w i l d
Trying to muster up the courage to make things better
I talked about this shot earlier today but oh my god I can’t believe how similar they are. The only difference is the change in time and the main character. This shows how 3 seasons later we are still in the same place. but this time with Sana. How we all feel isolation, misunderstanding and shame and how it never goes away. It is forever and it comes with being human. no matter who you are we all feel this pain, fear, and sadness. Both Eva and Sana felt like outsiders in their school.
Confiding in someone about their mistake right before it hits them in the face
Just like Eva, Sana could not hold it in anymore and chose to confide in someone about the saranors2 account. Just like Isak (but with purer intentions) Chris advised Sana to not tell. I actually find this parallel really cool because in season 1 Eva was scared of losing Jonas and Jonas not forgiving her but in this scene Sana is actually afraid of Eva never forgiving her. It is like we have gone full circle in skam world. Eva has gone from the girl begging for forgiveness from her mistakes to…being the one who needs to do the forgiving… hmm
wow, so we have literally gone from season 1 where Eva is calling Isak after the reveal and getting voicemail, to Sana calling EVA after the reveal and getting voicemail. I think this was very intentional.
Eva and Sana both get told that the people they love are incredibly heartbroken with them right now in a very similar way. Both with other people involved (Isak and Chris) and both with a phone…and then they break knowing that forgiveness is not going to be easy and they are both alone. They both fucked up and now they are alone and it is heartbreaking.
what does this s1 parallel mean?
Season 1 was the beginning, Season 4 is the end. The parallels are evident and I think it is because Julie wants to remind us why she made skam. Reminding us what it’s really about. I know with the girl squads current behaviour it doesn’t make sense just yet, but it will. and I wonder if this is also reflecting on Eva’s character now? She has gone from the character who we are crying with and hoping to god she can make friends and be happy to….being the girl we are screaming at to listen to Sana and FORGIVE HER.
which is amazing because Julie is doing what skam has always meant to do.
she is showing us every single side, corner, and edge of every character on this show. By doing this to Eva though is even more powerful because she was our first main. she is our firstborn who’s pov we all witnessed and now Julie is showing how we all make mistakes, we all get mad, we all are the person who needs to forgive, or the person who needs to talk. and each of these characters have had a turn to be each other if you think about it.
Because now it’s Eva’s turn to be season 1 Ingrid…who needs to stop, and listen to what Sana has to say as they cry and forgive each other <3
Anyone who knew Jack Zimmermann would laugh at the idea of him even being able to remember the login for his Twitter account.
No one, not even his parents, would ever suspect that he checked his feed every single morning.
Jack didn’t care much for social media; he was too private a person to ever want the world to know where he was or what he was eating at any given moment. In fact, he only followed three accounts: his mother’s, the official Falconers’, and that of Li’l Dicky’s Southern Comforts. The latter was the only one he actually cared about.
See, Jack Zimmermann had a deep, dark secret – he was in love with the mini apple pies that were sold daily at Li’l Dicky’s. It was the only dessert he ever indulged in on a regular basis, and said indulgences were a secret he would take to his grave.
Every morning, Li’l Dicky’s posted their location for the day. Jack knew the general schedule by heart at this point, but some days the truck switched things up, due to weather or construction or event catering, and Twitter was the only way for Jack to know if he would be able to get his apple pie fix.
It didn’t hurt that Eric Bittle, the owner of Li’l Dicky’s, smiled at Jack like the sun shined out of his ass every time he came by. But really, it was the pies Jack couldn’t enough of. Mostly. Probably.
“The Body Issue, Bits. You can’t turn this down, and if I did it for you, you have to do it for me.”
Actually, a three-hour naked photoshoot on ice is definitely something he can turn down, but he promised Jack he would participate if asked. Granted, it was a sleep-deprived, post-coital promise, but a promise just the same.
A copy of the spread from Jack’s issue is already tastefully hung in the master bathroom of his townhouse. Eric will have to get his framed to match.
It’s not about the nudity, except, maybe it is a little bit, but he’s worked hard to get his body to look this good. His ass may never be in the same arena as Jack’s magnificent backside, but hell, if the whole world got to ogle Jack, why can’t Eric get some love, too?
Pacing back and forth around your trailer almost drove you dizzy. Back and forth. Back and forth; as if that was going to simultaneously solve all of your problems. It wasn’t. Not even close.
You had just gotten the memo that your intimate scene with Jensen was moved to today, not that you weren’t sweating buckets the second you got the script, but the fact that the scene was moved to today instead of five days from now had you ripping your hair from your head. You were going to be very exposed to him, and no matter how long the two of you had been friends, this was something you weren’t comfortable with on so many levels.
his junior year, Jughead goes to New York for a writing internship.
swearing, you might cry
Word count: 4,574
A/N: umm first of all thank you for 7000 followers?? holy crap. anywho wowowow this
is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written.
It’s based off of the song “Ever Since New York” from Harry Styles’s
album (which I love btw). This is probably
my favorite thing I’ve ever written tbh. Hope you all enjoy!
Tell me something,
tell me something
You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do
After years of saving the money he earned at the Twilight
Drive-In and other odd jobs, Jughead finally had enough to buy a plane ticket
to New York. He had discovered a writing
internship there that he knew he had to do.
It didn’t take much effort to convince his dad to allow him to go; in
fact, FP even offered to pitch in some money.
Jughead refused, claiming that he wanted to do this all on his own. He wanted to deserve this internship as much
He started talking to Veronica frequently, asking her about
her time in New York. She, of course,
gladly answered all of Jughead’s questions. She was glad to finally bond with her
boyfriend’s best friend.
Jughead also pestered Betty with questions, seeing as she
had done an internship similar to his two summers ago. It was a bit awkward at first, since the two
of them used to date. However, they both
got over their awkwardness for the sake of preparing Jughead for his
“It’s really amazing,” Betty told him. “It’s a great experience, and you’ll learn so
“What are other people like?” Jughead inquired. “Are they pricks?”
“Sometimes,” Betty laughed.
“It depends. Do you know how many
other people are participating in the internship?”
“Just one,” he answered, shrugging. “I don’t know who it is though.”
“Well, if they’re a jerk then that’s gonna suck,” she
offered. “But if they’re nice, they may
become one of the closest friends you’ll ever have.”
“Yeah,” Betty replied and nodded. “You’re gonna spend all summer with this
other person. They’re either gonna drive
you up the wall or become your new best friend.”
I need something, tell
me something new
Choose your words, ‘cause there’s no antidote
For this curse, oh, what’s it waiting for?
Must this hurt you just before you go?
“Have fun in New York, Jug.”
FP patted his son on the back as they stood at the airport gate. Betty, Veronica, Archie, Fred Andrews, and
Kevin stood behind FP, all wearing supportive smiles. Jughead glanced around at the group who
followed him to the airport, filled with admiration of his friends and family.
“Thank you guys,” he said, fighting back a giant grin. “You didn’t all have to come, though.”
“Of course we did,” Fred Andrews argued. “We’re not gonna see you all summer,
Jughead. We have to give you a proper
“Well, proper send-off achieved,” Jughead laughed. He watched as others in the line began to
move. “I guess I should go now. Thanks for this. See you all in August.” As he turned on his heel and walked away, the
group of six gleefully waved at Jughead’s retreating figure.
“You aren’t worried about Jughead all alone in a giant
city?” Fred asked FP as they exited the airport.
“Nah,” FP responded, waving his hand. “He’s a smart kid, he’ll find his way.”
Oh, tell me something
I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
“Hi, I’m Jughead Jones,” he introduced himself at the front
desk. “I’m here for the writing
The lady sitting behind the desk glanced up at Jughead. “Ah, yes!
We’ve been expecting you, Mr. Jones!” she exclaimed, standing from her
“Oh, am I late?” Jughead inquired.
The lady shook her head.
“Oh no, not at all. Your
counterpart just got here early, so we’ve been waiting for you to start.”
“Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” she gestured to a girl sitting on a
chair against the wall, flipping through a magazine. The girl perked up when she heard her name,
and saw Jughead and the receptionist staring at her.
“Is this him?” (Y/N) questioned, standing up and setting the
magazine down. Jughead noticed it was a
“Yes,” the receptionist answered. “(Y/N), this is Jughead Jones.” Jughead stuck his hand out to shake, and
(Y/N) firmly shook his hand.
“I hope you’re not an asshole,” she blatantly said as they
released hands, “because we’re gonna be stuck with each other all summer.”
“I was thinking the same thing about you,” he quipped.
(Y/N) raised her eyebrow in interest. “Quick-witted,” she noted with a smirk
forming on her face. “I like it.”
“You better,” Jughead fired back, biting back a grin. “Like you said, we’ll be around each other
“If we were together any longer, I’d worry about you falling
in love with me,” she jokingly warned.
“So be careful.”
Brooklyn saw me, empty
at the news
There’s no water inside this swimming pool
“When’d you get here?” (Y/N) asked as she and Jughead exited
the building, their first day of the internship finished.
“Two days ago,” Jughead answered with his hands in his
pockets. “What about you?”
“Last week.” Her pace
was quick, and she seemed determined to get somewhere. “Are you hungry? Because I’m starving.”
“I would love some food,” Jughead almost moaned at the
thought of food. He was only able to
scarf down a small lunch in the midst of the business.
“I know this great burger place,” (Y/N) explained as she led
the way to the restaurant. “It’ll make
every other burger you’ve ever eaten seem like a pile of shit on a bun.”
“I doubt that,” Jughead scoffed. “There’s a diner where I’m from that makes
the best burgers you’ll ever eat.”
“Where are you
“Riverdale,” he said.
“Pop’s diner, that’s what it’s called.
If you ever find yourself in Riverdale, stop by Pop’s. Trust me, you’ll thank me.”
“Well we’re not in Riverdale right now, Jughead Jones,”
(Y/N) reminded him. “So you should thank
your lucky stars that I am your counterpart,
because I’ve been here for the past week.
You know what I’ve been doing for that week? Exploring, Jones. I have tried and evaluated twenty-one
restaurants, and I know where to go for whatever you’re craving.”
“What if I’m craving Korean food?” he quizzed.
“32nd street, there’s a great Korean grill,” she
“There’s a quaint little place on 135th street.”
“What if I want to get wasted?” Jughead smirked.
“There’s a club a couple of blocks away with shitty
security,” (Y/N) answered with a smirk equally as wide. “Or maybe I was just an exception, seeing as
how attractive I am.”
“I think you overestimate yourself,” he scoffed, playfully
rolling his eyes.
(Y/N) lightly slapped him on the arm. “I do not!” she retaliated.
“Whatever, keep lying to yourself.” Jughead quickened his pace, leaving (Y/N)
“Hey!” she called out, rushing to catch up to him. “You better not leave me! You don’t even know where you’re going.”
“You’re still here,” he noted, casually wrapping his arm
around her shoulders. “Lead the way,
Almost over, had
enough from you
And I’ve been praying, I never did before
“God, this food sucks,” (Y/N) whispered, gesturing towards
the plates of Japanese food sitting in front of her and Jughead. “That place we ate at last week was so much
“True,” Jughead agreed with a mouthful of food. “But this place is cheaper.”
“Rightfully so!” she exclaimed, jabbing at her tofu with a
chopstick. Jughead silently laughed and
shook his head, continuing to eat his fried rice. He watched as (Y/N) picked at her dish,
examining each aspect of the meal.
It had been three weeks since their internship had begun,
and Jughead and (Y/N) quickly became close friends. They bonded over the overwhelming amount of
work at their internship and their food-discovering adventures. Jughead didn’t know how he would’ve survived
an entire summer in New York without (Y/N) by his side. They even stayed at the same hotel, so during
a sleepless night, one would wake the other and stay up all night talking. On those nights, they would drink hot
“I’ve got the check tonight, Jug,” (Y/N) said, snapping
Jughead out of his thoughts as she took the bill from the waitress. Jughead furiously shook his head.
“No, (Y/N), you got dinner yesterday,” he protested,
reaching out towards the bill. “I’ll
cover it tonight.”
“You got lunch!” she exasperatedly exclaimed. “I can handle it. Dinner wasn’t even expensive last night or
Jughead huffed as the waitress returned and took (Y/N)’s
money. “Fine,” he pouted, “but we’re
gonna go out for desert, and I’m paying for it.”
“Ice cream?” Jughead offered, standing from his chair. (Y/N) followed suit, and they exited the
diner. She slowly grabbed his hand,
intertwining their fingers.
“I’m feeling frozen yogurt tonight,” she countered his
offer, grinning up at him.
“What’s the difference?” Jughead playfully scoffed, trying
not to blush at their hand-holding. They
had started doing it last week after he almost lost (Y/N) in a giant mass of people.
“I swear to God, Jug, you said the same thing last week, and
I explicitly explained it to you.” (Y/N)
rolled her eyes. “Ice cream is-”
“Made with cream, whereas frozen yogurt is a yogurt-based
treat,” Jughead quoted what (Y/N) had told him last week.
“I knew you paid attention to me.”
Understand I’m talking
to the walls
I’ve been praying ever since New York
In the middle of the night, the phone started ringing. Jughead, still half-asleep, answered it with
his eyes remaining shut.
“You can come over,” he said, not waiting for the caller to
initiate the conversation.
“Okay,” (Y/N)’s quiet voice responded, and she hung up. A few moments later, a soft knock resonated
through Jughead’s hotel room. He rolled
off of his bed, throwing on a t-shirt, and opened the door. (Y/N) stood in the doorway, slightly
“You cold?” Jughead murmured. (Y/N) wordlessly nodded. He gently grabbed her arm and led her inside,
shutting the door behind them. He stripped
the blanket off from his bed and draped it over her shoulders, wrapping (Y/N)
in the soft white material. (Y/N) smiled
up at him.
“Why do you put up with me?” she asked, sitting on his
bed. Jughead mimicked her actions and
sat next to her.
“What do you mean?” he questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.
“How are you not sick of me?” she elaborated. “I mean, we’ve been constantly hanging out
for, what, a month and a half now? You
know if I’m annoying you, you can just tell me.
I’ll back off.”
“Why would you annoy me?” he asked, slowly wrapping his arms
around her waist and pulled her into his lap.
“You’re the best part about this internship.”
“You’re full of shit.”
“I’m not,” Jughead lightly laughed, slightly nudging
her. “I’m serious, (Y/N). Before I came, I was asking my friend Betty
about internships. She did one two years
ago, so she knew what she was talking about.
She told me that the people I’ll meet during this internship will either
drive me up the wall or become one of my closest friends.”
“So I haven’t driven you up the wall?” (Y/N) inquired with a
“Of course not,” Jughead laughed loudly this time. A moment of silence ensued, both (Y/N) and
Jughead overwhelmed by sleepiness.
“Is Betty your girlfriend?” (Y/N) broke the silence, staring
up at Jughead.
“No,” he muttered, brushing a strand of hair out of her
face. “She was,” he admitted, “but not
“Nothing bad,” he shrugged.
“Sometimes things just don’t work out, you know?”
“Yeah,” (Y/N) muttered.
“I had a boyfriend.”
“Shut up!” she whined, elbowing him. “Yes, I had a boyfriend. He was actually a total dickhead.”
“How?” Jughead asked, growing concerned.
(Y/N) looked up at him and giggled. “Oh, you’re worried,” she cooed, placing a
hand on his chin. Jughead swatted it
“Sue me,” he retorted, but then grew serious. “But really, what happened?”
“Nothing bad,” she replied, facing away from Jughead. “We were dating for a while, and… I don’t
know. He never really supported me in
anything. He wasn’t nice to any of my
friends, and I didn’t notice for so long because I was so fucking smitten. Eventually it hit me one day, and I realized
that he was horrible. So, naturally, I
“As one does,” Jughead nodded, nonchalantly tracing patterns
on (Y/N)’s right arm with his thumb.
(Y/N) slumped and sighed.
“What time is it?”
Jughead glanced at the clock with its blaring, bright red
numbers. “Three o’clock.”
“Jesus,” she muttered, rubbing her eyes. “I should… I should get back to my
room.” She jumped off the bed and
trekked towards the door, her bare feet dragging on the carpet.
“Wait,” Jughead commanded, grabbing her arm. “Don’t go, it’s too late.”
“You say that as if I have to walk across New York City,”
(Y/N) joked. “It’s fine, Jug, my room is
down the hall. I’m not gonna get
“No, but you may fall over before you reach your room,” he
countered with a lighthearted smirk.
“Just stay here tonight, okay?”
(Y/N), too tired to argue, needed no more convincing as she turned
around and climbed into Jughead’s bed.
He laid down, patting the space next to him. (Y/N) tentatively settled next to him, slowly
resting her head on the neighboring pillow.
“You can get closer than that, you know,” he told her, amused by her
unusually timid nature. She hesitantly
scooted closer to him, until she was near enough for Jughead to wrap his arms
around her waist and pull her against his chest. “That’s better,” he whispered into her
hair. She draped one arm around his
torso, the other arm tucked under their now-shared pillow.
“Night, Jug,” she murmured, eyes already closed. He smiled at her.
Oh, tell me something
I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
“Oh, Jughead, how is it?” Betty eagerly asked, her face
displayed on his laptop screen.
“It’s been great,” Jughead answered.
“What restaurants have you tried?” Veronica questioned from
her spot next to Betty.
“A bunch,” he vaguely replied. “(Y/N) is attempting to try every restaurant
in New York City. I think it’s
impossible, but she’s determined.”
“Who is (Y/N)?” Archie inquired, popping his head into the
Jughead laughed, “Where do I begin? She’s my ‘counterpart’ for the
internship. We’ve become very close.”
“I told you,” Betty grinned.
“You were right,” he admitted. “Right when I met her, I… I don’t know, it
just felt like something clicked between us.
We’re inseparable.” Betty’s
expression slightly darkened, but Jughead waved it off as a bit off jealousy.
“Ah, you’ve got it bad, bro,” Archie laughed at his best
friend. Jughead rolled his eyes.
“It’s not like that, Arch,” he explained. “It’s like Betty said, you grow really close
to people when you spend so much time together.”
“But you don’t blush when you talk about them,” Veronica
noted, pointing out Jughead’s dusty pink cheeks.
“You’re imagining things,” Jughead scoffed. Betty, Archie, and Veronica shared a knowing
“If you say so,” Veronica sing-songed. Before Jughead could respond, there was a
knock on his door. A smile
subconsciously grew on his face.
“Speaking of (Y/N),” he said, standing up and walking
towards the door. He opened it, and, as
expected, (Y/N) stood there.
“Are we going or not, Jug?” she pressed, grabbing his
hand. “I told you the line for the
rainbow bagels is super long. I don’t
want to spend all of Saturday waiting for one, even though they’re so fucking
“I’m video chatting with my friends right now,” Jughead told
her, gesturing towards his open laptop.
“Can you wait like five more minutes?”
“Fine,” (Y/N) huffed, crossing her arms. She stepped into his room, allowing him to
close the door behind her. She followed
him as he sat back down in front of his laptop, resting her chin on his
shoulder as she peered at the screen.
“These are your friends?”
“Yeah,” he confirmed.
“That’s Archie,” he gestured towards the redhead, “the blonde one is
Betty, and that one is Veronica.” (Y/N)
smiled at Jughead’s Riverdale friends.
“You must be (Y/N),” Betty smiled. “Jughead was just talking about you.”
“Of course he was,” (Y/N) joked, nudging his arm. Jughead playfully shoved her back.
“So how’s it been?
Three months with the infamous Jughead Jones?” Veronica inquired with a
smirk dancing on her lips.
“Well it hasn’t been three months quite yet,” (Y/N)
corrected her. “I’ve only gotta deal
with this guy for two more weeks.”
Jughead’s face slightly deflated as this realization hit him. “Let me tell you, he’s quite the handful.”
“We know,” Archie laughed.
Jughead opened his mouth to say something, but (Y/N) interrupted him.
“Shit, I left my phone in my room!” she exclaimed, standing
up. “I’ll be right back, Jug.” She turned and faced the laptop. “It was great talking to you guys. I hope we can meet sometime!” She quickly exited Jughead’s room. Immediately, Veronica, Archie, and Betty
bombarded him about (Y/N)
“You lucked out, bro,” Archie told him. “She’s a keeper.”
“She’s absolutely amazing, Jughead,” Betty smiled. Jughead grinned and shook his head.
“You guys, I told you-”
“Don’t even go there,” Veronica interrupted him. “That girl is absolutely perfect for
you. The way you two look at each other
is… it seems like it’s from a fairytale.
You two are soulmates,
“She does seem great, Jug,” Archie agreed with her. “I mean, I’ve never seen you like that with
anyone. No offense, Betty.”
“None taken, Archie,” she waved his comment off. “They’re right though, Jug. You never looked at me the way you look at
(Y/N).” Jughead couldn’t think of a
clever retort. “But be careful,
Jughead. Like (Y/N) said earlier, you
two only have two more weeks together.
If you haven’t done anything up to this point, you might want to
consider whether or not it’s worth it to start something now. Just ask yourself, is it worth the heartbreak
that’ll happen when you have to leave her?”
She pursed her lips as she watched Jughead’s face darken on her screen.
“Thanks guys,” he said halfheartedly. “Really, thank you. I’ll see you all in two weeks.”
Tell me something,
tell me something
You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do
Tell me something just before you go
“Our last day!” (Y/N) exclaimed, prancing into Jughead’s
hotel room. After the video call he had
two weeks ago ended, he decided to give her a key to his room. “Our internship is over, and we have one last
night to spend together, Jug. Out of
every place in all of New York City, where do you want to go, Jughead Jones?”
she asked seductively, a coy smirk growing on her face.
“I’m feeling burgers tonight,” Jughead answered, trying to
stop his expression from deflating. “And
then maybe we can get some cupcakes?”
“I like it!” she grinned.
She grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the room, beginning the trek
to their favorite restaurant. “Jesus, I
can’t believe it’s been three months already.”
“I know,” he agreed. “It
seems like my plane landed just yesterday.”
“Yeah,” (Y/N) breathed.
They spent the rest of their walk in silence, choosing to listen to the
bustling New York traffic.
The waitresses at the restaurant, at this point, knew
Jughead and (Y/N) as regulars. They didn’t
even bother giving them menus, knowing exactly what each of them would order.
“You two are my favorites,” the waitress whispered as she
set their burgers in front of them.
“Thank you,” (Y/N) grinned.
“I’m sorry to say, but it’s our last day here.”
“Oh,” the waitress sighed.
“Well, you two better visit. I don’t
know what I’ll do without my favorite regulars.” She walked away, leaving (Y/N) and Jughead to
enjoy their burgers.
“You know,” Jughead noted through a mouth full of burger, “I
don’t know how you’ve tried almost every restaurant in New York City while
becoming a regular here.”
“Talent, Jug,” she told him, wiping her mouth on a
napkin. “It takes a hell of a lot of
They finished dinner and went to their favorite bakery to
get cupcakes. On their walk back to the
hotel, they fell into silence once again.
It wasn’t broken until they entered Jughead’s hotel room. By now, almost all of (Y/N)’s stuff ended up
in here. They found it easier, rather
than constantly having to switch back and forth between rooms to grab their
“So that was our last day,” (Y/N) claimed, flopping onto the
bed. Jughead stood by the bedside,
crossing his arms with an amused smile.
“Unfortunately, it was,” he nodded. He jumped next to her on the bed, earning a
shriek from (Y/N). He swallowed as he
stared at her, knowing what he had to tell her.
“Do you remember what you said to me on the first day we met?”
“That I know where to go for whatever you’re craving,” she
answered with a grin. Jughead laughed
and shook his head.
“No, the other thing.”
“I hope you’re not an asshole because we’re gonna be stuck
together all summer?” she offered. He
shook his head again.
“I called you quick-witted?”
“What is it?” (Y/N) demanded, sitting up so that she was
hovering over Jughead as he remained laying down.
“You told me that if we were together any longer than just
the summer, I might fall in love with you,” he explained, sitting up so that
they were face-to-face. (Y/N)’s grin
“Oh,” she murmured. “Yeah,
I did say that.”
“You were wrong,” Jughead said, trying to keep his voice
steady. He slowly grabbed her right
“Really?” she asked as her eyes followed Jughead’s hand.
“Betty told me to be careful,” he explained, “because we’re
not gonna be together that long. And she
was right. I mean, why would we risk an
immense amount of heartbreak just for the sake of a blissful few weeks
together?” When (Y/N) said nothing, he
continued. “So I figured I could just
suck it up and get through the rest of our time together and not say
anything. It was a good plan, but you…
you ruined it.”
“Sorry,” she quipped with a small smirk. Jughead lovingly rolled his eyes.
“No you’re not,” he laughed.
“You’re not sorry, and you shouldn’t be.
Within the three months we’ve spent together, I’ve grown closer to you
than I ever have with anyone else. Hell,
my ex-girlfriend said that we were great together.”
“Yeah,” he responded, grabbing her hands. “Jesus, (Y/N), I’m in love with you. I’m fucking in love with you, and it sucks. It sucks because I don’t know if I’m ever
gonna see you again. And this is gonna
cause so much heartbreak, for me at least, and maybe you too. I just… I can’t keep it from you
anymore. But I also think, deep down,
you already knew how I felt.” Tears
clouded (Y/N)’s eyes, and her lips quivered as she quickly enveloped Jughead in
“Fuck,” she whispered into his neck. “Fuck, of course I love you, Jughead.” He pulled himself out of her grip and stared
at her, stroking his hand across her cheek.
They both leaned in, pressing their foreheads against each other. Their lips ghosted over each other, only
“If I kiss you-”
“If you kiss me, everything is gonna go to shit, Jug,” she
interrupted him. He nodded but didn’t
pull away. They sat there like that on
his bed on a minute, (Y/N) sitting on Jughead’s lap with her arms around his
neck, foreheads touching and lips barely brushing.
The tension grew unbearable, so (Y/N) closed the gap and
pressed her lips against his, trying to express what she had been feeling for
the past three months.
Jughead, too, attempted to convey every pent up confession
he had, wishing that kisses could speak.
He wanted his hands, which were encircling her waist, to tell her how
she charmed him with her wit. He wanted
his eyes, which were closed with pleasure, to tell her how beautiful she was,
especially when she trudged into his hotel room at three in the morning. He wanted his lips, which were pressed
against hers, to tell her how much he loved her. He loved her, he loved her, and he wanted to
keep saying it for the rest of his life.
For the sake of oxygen, the two pulled apart. They kept their foreheads resting against
“Everything’s gone to shit,” (Y/N) whispered, and Jughead
burst out into laughter. (Y/N) followed
suit by giggling, and their still-entangled limbs caused them to fall onto the
bed so that (Y/N) was laying on top of Jughead.
This only caused the pair to laugh harder.
When their chuckles finally died down, (Y/N) climbed off
from on top of Jughead and laid next to him, resting her head on his
chest. She combed her hand through his
“I’m sorry that I fell in love with you,” Jughead
apologized, kissing the top of her head.
They were slowly falling asleep.
“Thank you for falling in love with me,” (Y/N) whispered,
eyes fluttering shut. “It may have all
gone to shit, but it was worth it.”
Oh, tell me something
I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Jughead stepped off the plane and saw his dad and friends
standing at the gate, excitedly waiting for him. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t even bother
smiling. Immediately, everyone
While they were awaiting Jughead’s plane’s arrival, Betty,
Veronica, and Archie explained to the rest of the group about (Y/N). They told them about how Jughead spent three
months falling in love with this girl, and they explained that they had never
seen Jughead look so smitten before.
“How was New York, Jug?” FP asked, taking Jughead’s suitcase
from him. Jughead shrugged.
“It was nice.”
“Good food?” he questioned, trying to get his son to open
up. Jughead nodded tiredly.
“Yeah, food was great,” he replied monotonously.
“And the internship?”
“Helpful,” Jughead responded. “I think it’ll help me improve as a writer.”
“That’s good,” FP said, raking a hand through his hair. “You had another person with you, right?” FP noticed Jughead tense up at this.
“Yeah,” he answered quietly.
“Yeah, I had a counterpart.”
“What was she like?”
Jughead looked up at his dad.
“You already know who it is,” he replied, shaking his
head. “Who told you, Betty?” FP pursed his lips.
“Yeah, her and Archie and Veronica. But listen, Jug, you’re going to have your
heart broken countless other times. You’ll
get over this girl,” he attempted to comfort Jughead.
“Dad, she wasn’t just a girl,” he protested. “She was amazing and quick-witted, and I fell
in love with her and then everything went to shit. But the worst part is that it’s okay, because
she loved me too. She fucking loved me,
and I kissed her, and now I may never see her again.”
“Well if you loved her that much, you may see her again,” FP
shrugged. “Fate is a tricky thing, son,
but the universe seems to cooperate better if you love someone.”
A trip down memory lane as Bucky tries to find the right time to tell you how he feels.
Word Count: 2,213
Warnings: Slight angst. Brief smut.
A/N: This is a re-write of a Dean Winchester fic. It’s based on Norah Jones’ “Those Sweet Words.”
Your eyes fluttered opened, your boyfriend’s
face a blur. Yet you could recognize the long, dark hair. You felt him shake
you, hear his voice from afar. Lips upturning, you tried to convey to him just
how happy you were that he was there with you. Yet when your eyes focused on
his, they were full of desperation, of frustration. You wanted to ask him what
was wrong, why did he look so distressed? Yet the darkness swept you up and you
gave in to it.
“Bucky, come on!” You grabbed
his hand, dragging him with you through the throng of people waiting to enter
the stadium. Your favorite band was on tour and were currently in New York City
and you were more than excited to hear them.
“There are too many people,”
said Bucky, grouchy expression prompting a laugh from you.
“Look!” you exclaimed, pointing
at a security guard. “Maybe he can help us find our seats.”
High Noon, Hammers, Giant Plushies and Enchanted Bottles
Context; My party was having a sort-of “Filler Episode” in which we got to go to a festival in the Marketplace of the city. Our party consists of Three Tieflings (a Gunslinger (me), a Bladedancer, and a Barbarian), a Dragonborn (a Bard), an Elf (a Wizard, who was not able to attend that session), and a Druid (a Catfolk).
Me: (OOC) Alright, since I’m the gunslinger here, I’m going first for the balloon game.
DM: Ok, go ahead. What weapons do you have, just your pistol?
Me: (OOC) Nah, I got my pistol and a Rifle.
DM: Ok, roll for that then. You’re not actually shooting with your actual rifle, the guy that works at the stand hands you a very steampunk-y rifle, and when you shoot it it makes a “pffffwt” sound, like air rushing being pumped through a pipe.
[I roll a Nat20, which turns into a 27 because of my +7 bonus for each attack with a firearm)
Me: (OOC) Oh, fuck yes. I Deadeye’d those Balloons!
DM: …. Well, the guy is fucking terrified of you now. You, get every balloon with every shot, not once missing. You literally the max amount of points you could get in this game. Time to choose your prize.
Me: (OOC) Do I get a giant plushie??
DM: Yes you do.
Bladedancer: (OOC) Do they have an Owlbear plushie?
DM: Sure, why not.
Me: What’s an Owlbear? [goes to google images to check it out] Oh my god. I take the giant Owlbear. I love my giant Owlbear.
Skip to a different game. It’s the game where you have to throw a ball into a tower of bottles for a prize.
Me: (OOC) Alright.. Since everyone is failing miserably, let’s hope my golden snitch is still there for this.
[Proceeds to Roll another Nat20]
Me: (OOC) Oh.
DM: [snickers] The throw is absolutely beautiful, you hit the tower perfectly, just so that every bottle falls over…
Me: (OOC) No. Do not.
DM: Except one.
Druid: (OOC) I grab my crossbow and shoot the last bottle.
Stand owner: (voiced by DM) Aw, what a shame. Better luck next tiIIIME!!
DM: He said this as you pull out your crossbow and shoot the bottle. Your escort immediately rushes in, apologizing to the owner of the stand, and swiftly takes you away from the stand to tell you off.
By now our Barbarian is upset he hasn’t got a giant plushie, and goes to a “Slam the Hammer” game where you have to hit a button with a hammer and hit it strong enough to make it hit a bell at the top of a pole.
DM: [starts snickering again] As you approach the game, the man holding the game sees Kali (my Gunslinger) and says “Ah, you! Do you wish to test your strength?”
Kali: No, thank you. But Kavir here would like to. [he steps aside to reveal a 4'9" Tiefling that looks like a child]
DM: Alright, Kavir, just a straight strength check. And, yes, you get advantage because you’re, technically, in a Rage. (we had asked about that before-hand)
Barbarian: (OOC) Sweet. [Rolls a Nat20] …………… YES!
[the entire party briefly loses their shit]
DM: I.. Alright, the man reaches to give you the smaller hammer meant for children, but you just go for the large hammer that is taller than you are. You take that hammer, lift it over to your head, and with an enraged roar you slam it down, making the bell at the top of the pole ring loudly. The man definitely seems stunned, and there is a small applause from the crowd around you. The prizes are many items, including a large pink bunny plush-
Barbarian: (OOC) I take the plushie. I need that plushie.
DM: You take the plushie and, like the hammer, it’s much larger than you are.
Me: (OOC) [still laughing softly] What a great session. Question though, how are we gonna transport these two giant plushies around?
Warnings: angst!, a tiny bit of violence, swear words, alcohol
Summary: Being Bucky’s best friend (after Steve of course) gets a lot of perks - but being in love with him WHILE being his best friend means that your adoration must be kept a secret. That also means you have to silently endure every single encounter with women he has whether he tells you or you see it for yourself.
A/N: So this one shot is based on the Amy Shark song “Adore You” (she speaks to me on so many levels!) and I just really wanted a Bucky fic for it because he’d be absolutely clueless to someone adoring him like this…I also kind of skipped over the “oh look at him I’m in love with him” fluffy stuff and I just focused on the couple of days leading up to the point reader can’t take it anymore. I like the angst - it fuels me *evil laugh*
Y/F/I = Your First Initial
I’m just gonna stand with my bag hanging off my left arm
I’m just gonna walk home kicking stones at parked cars
But I had a great night ‘cause you kept rubbing against my arm
I’m just gonna stand with my bag hanging off my left arm
You hugged Wanda and Nat, giving small waves to the boys, before turning to Bucky.
“Hey B, I’m going to head back to the tower. The mission took a bigger toll on me than I thought.” You made a show of rubbing your neck, hoping the sadness in your eyes would be mistaken for exhaustion.
Bucky turned away from the young, curvy brunette tucked under his arm, his smile fading as his eyes scanned over you with concern. He didn’t move away from her, nor did you move any closer, instead you gripped the strap of your bag hard, until your knuckles were white, in an effort to ignore the pain radiating through your chest.
“Are you sure? Did you want me to come with you?”
You gave serious thought to saying yes, knowing he’d probably give the woman a kiss and get her phone number before following you out of the bar, talking your ear off about how she was this and that. All the while, you would be fighting the anger and nausea bubbling up your throat, fighting back the urge to scream at him to shut up about her and every other woman, just fighting to keep your face neutral as you listened to the love of your life pine after any and every other woman but you.
Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.
You never felt so inadequate in your life, when you left the house for one of Tony’s parties . You felt beautiful in your black strapless dress and high heels. But as soon as you arrived atthe party, you felt your heart being shattered.
You see Bucky with a beautiful blonde in his arms , when he sees you he comesin your direction kissing your cheek and pulling you to a hug “Don’t you look beautiful?” He says staring into your eyes, you smile at him with your best fake smile“Well I tried, apparently not as hard as your date.” You say sounding bitter even if that is the last thing you wanted to be or sound like.
Summary: Your best friend had gotten a new job, but wouldn’t tell you what it was. You decide to take it upon yourself to find out, so you find the address to his work. But… why did the address lead you to a strip club?
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut (M)
A/N: This will most likely be a two-shot (if enough ppl want it), so you could expect the real smuttiness to occur in the next part ;) Anywho, there is brief mentions of arousal, lewd actions, and strip teases in this chapter. This will be a mature read, so you have been warned!
“This can’t be right…” you exasperate in confusion.
You look at the small entrance to the building, scratching
your head. The place looked as if it was some type of club, as you could hear
the loud music shaking the ground, even from where you were standing. There was
a line up to get in, and you couldn’t help but notice that the majority of the
people waiting, were females.
There’s no way Jimin
would work here, he doesn’t even like clubs… you think in your head.
The reason you were out here by yourself at 11pm at night,
was because you found out Jimin recently got a job. He would start buying more
expensive clothing, and offer to pay more for you whenever you two went out. Obviously
he was making some nice cash, so when you asked him about it; he completely
You two have been best friends and roommates since freshman
year in college, and now you both were in your third year. Jimin typically hid
no secrets from you, as he was a very open and relaxed person. So when he
purposely didn’t tell you where he was working, that made you highly suspicious.
Description: You and Baekhyun are best friends and you’ve lived together for three years now. It’s no news to you that Baekhyun sleeps around, but you do too…so what happens when he wants to be with someone as experienced as him? // Requested
Genre: Smut / Angst / Fluff all of the above??
Word Count: 2,432 (possible series?????? three parts at max tho I’m a busy lady)
Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader (feat. Lay)
Author: Admin Xiufairy
“C’mon, you can’t say you haven’t thought about it.” Your best friend, Baekhyun, nudged your arm. “There’s no shame in it. It’d be nice to be with someone who finally knows what they’re doing.” You put your cup of coffee down and looked at him from across the table.
It was no secret that Baekhyun slept around, but you liked to keep things under wraps. As long as the boys didn’t know, everything was fine. Baek, being your best friend, found out on his own. You weren’t planning on telling him either.
You’d been living with Baekhyun for a couple years now - it was originally just for a few weeks until you could find a place of your own but the two of you quickly grew close.