was a gloomy fall day all around. The grey and drizzle outside had persisted at
least since you’d woke well before dawn that morning and trudged to your bus
stop and into work. Even in your waterproof hooded jacket, the humidity clung
to your skin and filled your lungs like a smooth heavy smoke.
you unlocked the door and shrugged out of your dripping coat, you rubbed your
hands together and got to the first order of business: making yourself some
coffee. With the lights to the shop still dim and the world outside not quite
waking, you started up the massive ovens and pulled out the racks of small
pastries the night shift had prepared before closing yesterday. The morning
continued as always, you buzzed through the small shop, swapping fresh baked
pastries from the oven to the display case, sometimes adding a drizzle of
sweet, sticky icing, sometimes a bit of orange zest, sometimes a thick, warm
chocolate sauce that would firm up just enough to stick as it cooled.
hey, you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest…
and you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you
i’ve found time can heal most anything, and you just might find who you’re supposed to be…
and there you are on your knees, begging for forgiveness, begging for me, just like i always wanted, but i’m so sorry…
and the saddest fear comes creeping in, that you never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything yeah
and for the first time, what’s past is past..
this is falling in love in the cruelest way, this is falling for you when you are world’s away…
call a cab, lose my number, you’re about to lose your girl…
and what do you do when the one who means the most to you… is the one who didn’t show…
this is a state of grace, this is the worthwhile fight, love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right…
you took the time to memorise me, my fears, my hopes, and dreams i just like hanging out with you all the time…
two headlights shine through the sleepless night, and i will get you i’ll get you alone, your name has echoed through my mind and i just think you should think you should know that nothing safe is worth the drive and i will follow you follow you home…
we made a quite a mess babe, it’s probably better off this way, and i confess babe, in my dreams you’re touching my face, and asking me if i wanna try again with you, and i almost do…
distance, timing, breakdown, fighting, silence, train runs off its tracks, kiss me try to fix it, could you just try to listen… hang up, give up, for the life of us we can’t get back…
but i took your matches before fire could catch me so don’t look now… i’m shining like fireworks over your sad empty town…
my thoughts will echo your name until i see you again, these are the words i held back as i was leaving too soon, i was enchanted to meet you..
time turns flames to embers, you’ll have new september’s, every one of us has messed up too…
and i hope the sun shines and its a beautiful day, and something reminds you you wished you had stayed, you can plan for a change in weather and time, but i never planned on you changing your mind…
will you take a moment, promise me this, that you’ll stand by me forever, but if god forbid fate should step in, and force us into a goodbye, if you have children someday, when they point to the pictures, please tell them my name, tell them how the crowds went wild, tell them how i hope they shine..
remember when you hit the brakes too soon, 20 stitches in the hospital room, when you started crying baby i did too, when the sun came up i was looking at you, remember when you couldn’t take the heat, i walked out i said I’m setting you free but the monsters turned out to be just trees, and when the sun came up you were looking at me…
you were all i wanted, but not like this….
you’ll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night, burnin it down, someday when you leave me i bet these memories will follow you around..
remind me how it used to be, pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks, and say you want me….
your smile, my ghost, i fell to my knees, when you’re young you just run, but you come back to what you need…
now that I’m clean, i’m never gonna risk it…
i reached for you but you were gone, i knew i had to go back home, you search the world for something else to make you feel like what we had, and in the end in wonderland we both went mad…
“I’m nervous.” Pansy rubbed the white lace covering her stomach.
“Of course you are.” Draco came up behind her and put two firm hands on her shoulders, looking at her sternly through the mirror in front of them. Pansy looked positively breathtaking. “After all if you do it right you’ll only get married once.”
“But am I doing it right though?” Pansy stepped back and leaned on his in tux clad chest. He leaned back a bit, careful not to mess up Pansy’s hair that Fleur had so meticulously put together just that morning.
“Pansy don’t be ridiculous. You and Granger are perfect together and you know it. Your love is so bright it’s hard to watch.” Pansy turned around with that familiar concerned look in her eyes. At the age of thirty three he was still very much alone. Too focussed on work he always said. Too busy running from happiness because you don’t believe you deserve it, Pansy always shot back.
“As long as you know that when the day comes for you you’ll have all six of us walking you down the aisle to give you away. ” She hugged him, painfully tight. Draco could hear she was crying.
“Now don’t start talking about me and my more than dead love life Pans, it’s your wedding day not mine.” The asian woman let him go and grasped his hands. She smiled the entire time Draco fixed her make up, something he had counted on with his planning. Merlin knew he’d done this often enough.
“Am I a crier?” She sniffed as he finished the last details on her eyebrows. “Compared to the others am I a crier?”
Draco smiled thinking back to all of his other friend whom he’d send off to have their happy ever after. First Marcus to Oliver, then Theo to neville, Daphne to Fred, Blaise to Ron and most recently Luna to Ginny. He’d been more than a just a bit surprised to be giving Luna away, but he supposed after five years of working together on a major thestral research project and fifteen years of being very good friends it made some sort of sense.
“Marcus was definitely the worst, but then he was my first so I hadn’t been quite prepared for the many emotions that come with a wedding day.” Draco stepped back into Hermione’s childhood bedroom, taking a quick peek into the garden that was now packed with people. Then he gently lifted up the veil from its box and held it out for Pansy. “You’re definitely doing better than Theo too if it’s any comfort.”
“Theo cried before he walked down the aisle?” Pansy asked surprised. Draco didn’t try to put her focus back on her upcoming wedding hour. Some brides or grooms to be needed distraction just before they committed themselves to their spouse. He knew that after organizing five weddings.
“Of course he did. He was actually worse than Marcus because he had just lost his father while Theo is secretly just a giant bloody sap.” Pansy laughed at that. Maybe he should make a business out of this. Quit the potions lab and just become a wedding organizer. At least he wouldn’t lose his eyebrows on a near monthly basis anymore then.
“Can you put it on for me?” Pansy held out the veil. She was suddenly serious and anxious again, but it was a good anxious. An excited anxious. A gorgeous anxious.
Draco suddenly couldn’t bring himself to say anything back. He had no other eligible friends left after Pansy. This was his last wedding. The last time putting on a veil. The last time talking courage into someone who was about to embark on the biggest adventure of their live. Realising that made this the first time he felt a tear welling up himself. Though of course it was the last too. No more weddings after this.
He took the veil over from Pansy again and carefully placed it on her bowed down head before pulling it down to cover her face. Once they had manoevered them and the dress down the stairs there was only one short moment left before the bridal march would commence.
“Ready?” He managed to whisper.
“I can’t wait.” Pansy beamed, and just as every other spouse to be had done before her she shone brighter than any star. Like an essence from another world her happiness radiated off of her because somewhere in this universe it had been decided that she was meant to be with this one person, and this one person was waiting for her at the end of that aisle. The start of a new life until death do them part.
Draco held out his arm, and together they slowly strode towards the altar.
Unknown Number: [text] Greetings, my friend! Allow me to express my sincere interest in developing a business relationship with you. My name is CROWN PRINCE WUMI and I am from an Outer Rim system very far away. After my father the King’s untimely death, I inherited Fifteen million five hundred thousand Galactic credits (15.5m GC). Shortly thereafter our government was overthrown. I am in desperate need of your assistance in helping me transfer this sum of Fifteen million five hundred thousand credits (15.5m) offworld. I am willing to offer you 15% of the sum as compensation for effort input after the successful transfer of this fund to your designated account. Obi-Wan: I see. So I would get a cut of this money, then, for helping you? Is that right? Unknown: Yes of course! I am a trustworthy person and you can put your faith in me, my friend. Obi-Wan: Let me guess: I need to wire you credits first, right? In order for me to collect on this vast fortune you are offering? Unknown: We must truly be meant to work together on this venture, for that is precisely what I was just about to inform you of! It will require a small Galactic Western Union payment of ten thousand credits to be made to a business associate of mine, one H. OHNAKA. He is a very trustworthy businessman and he will ensure that the rest of these proceedings go forward smoothly. I will send you his bank account details posthaste! Obi-Wan: Oh my God. Hondo, is that you? Unknown: You are familiar with this associate of mine? How is that? Obi-Wan: Hondo, it’s me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. [pause] Hondo: General KENOBI!!!! !!!!!! How about that! How are you, my good friend? It has been so long! I presumed you were dead what with the Empire and the killing and all. Obi-Wan: Yes, well, I am alive. And I’m not about to wire you money for whatever scheme this is. Hondo: I’m wounded that you think I was attempting to run some sort of scam on my old friend General Kenobi! Obi-Wan: Well the fact that you identified yourself as some sort of crown prince at the beginning sort of gave it away. Obi-Wan: Someone would have to be spectacularly gullible to fall for something like this, Hondo. Hondo: All right, all right! Perhaps you have a point. Obi-Wan: Actually come to think of it, why don’t you try this number instead? You might have more luck. [sends him Vader’s cell number]
Unknown Number: [text] Greetings, my friend! Allow me to express my sincere interest in developing a business relationship with you. My name is CROWN PRINCE WUMI and I am from an Outer Rim system very far away. After my father the King’s untimely death, I inherited Fifteen million five hundred thousand Galactic credits (15.5m GC). Shortly thereafter our government was overthrown. I am in desperate need of your assistance in helping me transfer this sum of Fifteen million five hundred thousand credits (15.5m) offworld. I am willing to offer you 15% of the sum as compensation for effort input after the successful transfer of this fund to your designated account.
Vader: whoa sure im totally in !!!! Unknown: Wonderful! It will require a small Galactic Western Union payment of ten thousand credits to be made to a business associate of mine, one H. OHNAKA, before we can proceed. He is a very trustworthy businessman and he will ensure that the rest of these proceedings go forward smoothly. I will send you his bank account details posthaste!
Vader: ok cool Vader: lol its weird i actually used to know a guy named h. ohnaka but he was a pirate so obvs not ur friend Unknown: Ah, yes, a coincidence indeed! Vader: im on my way to the bank right now
You were meant to be someone he’d use to get good grades and if all went according to plan, you were going to be a simple hump and dump but hell, he hadn’t even slept with you yet and he was already so hung up on you.
Your mind is all over the place, your hands shaking and your
heart pounding but you try to push through. You pick up the next practice exam,
exhaling deeply to get yourself to calm down but it doesn’t work. Glancing at
the amount of work you had left to get done, you simply groan internally.
You’re not sure what kind of luck it was to have 3 midterms in one week, each
one a day after the other. Sighing, you set aside the papers for a while to
unwrap the sandwich that was sat on your table.
You’ve put off sleep for a while now, not like you could
really sleep to begin with but you get a maximum of 2-3 hours of sleep a day
and it really was taking a toll on your body. Your anxiety interfered with
everything from your ability to sleep to your ability to study. You distanced
yourself from everyone you knew and that included Jimin, Solji and Hoseok. The
library was basically your home now and you only returned to your dorm to
shower and grab the books you needed. You chose to go back at odd times, making
sure you would never bump into Jimin. The only person you saw from time to time
was Taehyung when he’d drop by your desk to hand you a sandwich or a snack. You
know every time he comes around, he had that look in his eyes. It was those
puppy eyes, full with concern but he never asked you anything and you were
He knew all of this well enough, having seen you done the
same thing the previous semester as finals week approached. This time around
though, he was slightly more concerned only because you still had 2 and a half
weeks till finals but right now you already looked… for the lack of a better
word, horrible. You often forget to eat meals when you’re stressed so he takes
it upon himself to drop something off when he could. His heart hurt watching
you abuse yourself but no matter what he did, he could never get you to stop
and tell yourself that maybe you needed to take a breather or seek out help.
He remembers perfectly well the way you had snapped at him
last semester when he pulled you out of the library to get you to wake up and
see that your body wouldn’t be able to hold up if you continued.
Can I request Viktor with a stomach bug? (Viktuuri) thank you!! 💕💕💕
thank you so much for sending these asks in, i’m glad that i finally got around to filling them!!! sorry it took so long, i hope it was worth the wait!!!
WARNING: descriptions of vomit below
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Despite having been entirely unproductive even after retching for the past half hour, Viktor’s head was still in the toilet when he heard Yuuri’s knock on the bathroom door.
An overwhelming nausea forced the older man into yet another dry heave before he was able to respond. “Ah,” Viktor swallowed thickly, putting everything he had into resisting the sick feeling in his gut. Unfortunately, nothing he did seemed to have any impact, so he reluctantly cleared his throat and continued speaking. “Sorry, Yuuri, do you need the restroom? I’ll be - huuurk! - out in just a minute!”
With that, Viktor’s stomach lurched and back into the porcelain bowl went his head. He wasn’t sure how he would manage to vacate the bathroom in this state, but if Yuuri needed him to, he would figure something out. As he coughed and wiped spit from his lips, he could hear Yuuri moving around just outside the door.
“I can hear you heaving all the way from the bedroom,” Yuuri said quietly. Viktor’s heart ached.
“Oh,” Viktor whispered, a wet cough interrupting him briefly, “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” Yuuri sounded confused, which was adorable; Viktor could picture him, leaning against the bathroom door with his face scrunched in the most endearing way. The thought alone was enough to leave Viktor yearning for the younger man to be by his side, but he couldn’t possibly ask that of him.
“Why are you sorry?” Yuuri murmured, almost as if to himself.
“I didn’t want to - urk! - bother you,” Viktor explained, feeling guilty because a large part of him wanted the exact opposite. “Did I wake you up?”
“I couldn’t sleep anyway,” Yuuri murmured. Viktor imagined him running a hand through his hair, sweaty from tossing and turning. The sound of Yuuri’s shaky sigh was loud enough to reach Viktor’s ears through the closed door. “Viktor, can you let me in? You sound miserable.”
“I’m - urp! - okay,” Viktor tried to argue, though he didn’t sound very convincing even to himself, with a belch puncturing his argument. Not to mention his energy level had hit rock bottom, so every word he spoke came out dry and monotone.
“Vitya. Don’t lie to me,” Yuuri’s voice hardened.
“I-“ Viktor wanted to tell Yuuri. He really, truly did. Unfortunately, his mouth didn’t seem to agree, and if he listened closely enough to it, he could tell that something in his heart resisted as well. He let out a long belch-turned-retch before speaking again in a hollow tone. “I’ll be fine. Go back to bed, Yuuri.”
When Viktor heard Yuuri’s footsteps walking away, he knew he had no right to feel upset or disappointed or lonely; Yuuri was only doing as Viktor had instructed. And yet, regret coursed through him as he continued to heave fruitlessly into the toilet. He wanted Yuuri to stay. Stay close to me, he thought. It had been a mantra in his head since the moment he’d met the younger skater, and yet he’d gone and pushed him away.
The words spun around in Viktor’s dizzy head. His stomach contents continued to slosh uneasily inside of him, but Viktor had all but given up on getting anything out, so he laid his head on the toilet seat and focusing on quelling the nausea.
He must have dozed off, because he woke with a start.
Yuuri was at the door again. Viktor had no idea how much time had passed, but apparently not enough for the bug to pass. The nausea was, incredibly, worse than ever, and he couldn’t repress a harsh heave.
“Viktor, I’m sorry to do this but I’m coming in.”
The door was locked, Viktor had made sure of that when he’d first started feeling ill. Amazingly, that didn’t seem to phase Yuuri at all. He entered the bathroom moments later with tea - and a paperclip.
“Did you - huuuurgh! - just pick - hiccurrup!” Viktor coughed violently, forgetting to finish his sentence in favor of focusing on his struggle to breathe.
“Picked the lock,” Yuuri murmured, but he was clearly distracted, staring at the sick man. Viktor flinched.
“Yuuri, don’t - huuuurp! - look.” His throat was tight. Yuuri ignored this demand and brushed a hand through Viktor’s sweaty hair, shooting him a fierce look.
“No one’s judging you right now, Vitya, not when you’re sick,” Yuuri said firmly, raising an eyebrow as if daring Viktor to object. “Now. Let me help you.”
Viktor frowned, and his mouth ran ahead of him, “Thought you - hurgh! - went to bed?”
Yuuri shook his head. “I made you something - some tea.”
“I’ll puke, Yuuri.”
“That’s-” Yuuri faltered a bit before forging on in a pained voice. “That’s kind of the point, love. It will make you feel better, and then you can rest.” He handed Viktor a mug of tea, and the older man inspected it slowly. Its scent was familiar, a Russian brand that Yuuri must have dug up in one of Viktor’s cabinets. He hadn’t drunk it in years, but it was a comforting smell, in a way. Not to mention, Yuuri was right, and Viktor did want to empty his stomach. Still, he hesitated.
“You should go,” Viktor said quietly, staring bleakly into the mug.
Yuuri glared at him, and though Viktor would admit it was adorable, it wasn’t enough to make him reconsider.
“I don’t - urp! - want you to see me like this, Yuuri.” Viktor’s voice - and in fact his whole body - shook as he spoke. Shook from fever, from nausea, and from being torn between his desire for comfort and… fear? “Please,” he whispered, voice trembling.
“No,” Yuuri said, softly, firmly. He gently brushed Viktor’s sweaty bangs away from where they clung to his face, frowned when the older man flinched. “Vitya, I love you. I won’t leave you alone when you’re this sick.”
As if on cue, Viktor started heaving again. He really couldn’t stop. Tears sprung to his eyes as it became hard to breathe. “Yuuri-“ He gasped. “Please-“
Yuuri looked conflicted. “Will you drink the tea if I leave?”
Viktor nodded, tears streaking his face. Yuuri pressed a kiss to the top of the older man’s head, hesitated a moment longer, and then stood.
“Shout if you need me, love.”
Viktor nodded again, and Yuuri left. A whimper escaped Viktor’s lips, and he raised the mug to them, then drank.
The effect was immediate.
Vomit, thick and heavy, came hurtling up Viktor’s throat, splashing into the toilet in a projectile stream. He tried to catch his breath, but only ended up chocking on another stream of sick as it evacuated his body through both his mouth and nose.
“Yuuri.” It was hardly a shout. More of a desperate breath that just happened to take the shape of a name. But in a metaphorical sense, it truly was a call for help, and somehow, Yuuri heard it.
He’s hands were on Viktor’s bare back in a moment, kneading out the knots in the sick man’s shoulders, cooling his feverish skin as his muscles continued to clench and unclench. Viktor threw up again and again, and he felt like he was drowning.
“Vitya.” Yuuri’s voice grounded him. Yuuri’s hands grounded him. Yuuri was Viktor’s lifeline, and the older man sobbed as the younger spoke his name. “Vitya, don’t cry.”
Viktor couldn’t respond for a minute or two, still preoccupied with puking up his guts and unable to stop. When he did get a chance to speak, his voice was raw and vulnerable.
“Don’t leave me,” he cried. “Don’t leave.”
“Oh,” Yuuri breathed. “Sweetie, no. I couldn’t- I wouldn’t! I would never leave you.”
Yuuri hugged Viktor’s trembling body even as he lurched over the toilet, watery stomach contents splashing into it once again.
“Vitya, I love you. No matter what.”
Viktor shuddered, nausea making it hard to breathe even when he had a break from vomiting.
“Even if,” he coughed wetly. “I’m sick and gross and weak?” Viktor belched, and the action turned into a heave that brought up another mouthful of sick.
“Sick, yes. Gross and weak?” Yuuri pressed a kiss to Viktor’s sweaty temple. “Never, Vitya, never. And even then-“
He paused as Viktor retched, waited until Viktor managed to force up a meager amount of stomach acid before speaking again.
“Even then, love, it’s not that easy to get rid of me.” Yuuri smiled when Viktor glanced at him. “Not when I’m in love.”
Finally, Viktor relaxed into Yuuri’s arms, crying softly as the younger man showered him with love and kisses. Eventually, Viktor sniffled and cleared his throat.
“Stay with me?”
Yuuri’s smile warmed Viktor’s chest in a way he’d never known he needed.
Summary:She traded her freedom for her father’s safety. Now Negan wants to have dinner with her.
Characters: Negan x Female
Word Count: 3,197
Warnings: Angst, swearing, eventual smut, eventual fluff, corny references, mentions of gore
Author’s Note: This is Part 2 of my Beauty and the Beast inspired fic series.
I know I said it would be 3 parts, but it’s gonna be 5. I have the whole thing planned out and just need to type it up. I watched the movie to help me plan it out better and I think it’s gonna be epic.
Lots of movie references in this chapter! Hope they’re not too cringy! XD
Please let me know what you thought! I love feedback!
I swear I get the inspiration to write for Peter at the most random moments. Why do I love this dude so much w h y
warnings: none; although lets be real Peter would do something like this bc he’s such a nerd (/ω＼)
**i apologize for any errors, since I wrote this all on my phone. I’ll fix any mistakes later once I post this**
**dont plagiarize/repost this story lmao it’s not all that great anyways
It was late at night, and you had just completed your evening classes when you began your trek back to your dorm. Feeling too tired to eat anything, you figured you could just treat yourself to a hearty breakfast in the morning.
All you wanted to do was sleep now.
While you were walking, you didn’t think your left ring finger would get caught in a spider’s web, momentarily catching you off guard. You groan and try to free your finger, only to fail miserably. You couldn’t deny the resistance you felt when you tried to pull your finger out of the white material, “What on earth, how??”
Looking down at your left hand, you watch as the durable webbing remained stuck against the back of your finger, already knowing who it was that caught you. With a sigh, you follow the long trail of synthetic webbing and look up to see Peter Parker, your boyfriend of 5 years, settled on top of a tree.
He whistles, tugging at the webbing that connected your ring finger to the webshooter on his wrist, “Would you look at that, the white string of fate has brought us together. We’re soulmates, [Name].”
You smile at your boyfriend’s antics, lovingly caressing at the makeshift string before responding, “You goof, it’s called the red string of fate, not white.”
Peter rolls his eyes and shrugs, “Eh, same difference.” Peter drops down in front of you, jostling the web that still remained on your ring finger. “Regardless, the fact that we’re connected by this string of fate means that we belong together.”
“Peter, you’re so silly.” You ruffle his messy locks of hair with a look of complete adoration in your eyes, “I don’t need a silly string of fate to know that I’m yours. I’m yours because I love you.”
Peter sighs, and you notice the blush that paints his cheeks when he tears his thin web off of your finger, “Then I guess I’ll just need to put something else on your finger that shows that you belong to me.”
You open your mouth, about to question him when you saw Peter get down on one knee. All of the words you wanted to say dies against your throat as a gasp escaped from your lips when Peter tells you, “[Full Name], you are the kindest and most beautiful woman I had ever met. My life with you in it has been made so much better, and I feel like I can do anything as long as you are here beside me.”
You watch with happy tears welling within your eyes when Peter pulls out a black velvet box, showing you the simple yet elegant diamond ring settled within it, “I want to love and protect you for the rest of my life, so [Name], will you marry me?”
“Oh, God- Peter! Yes! Of course I’ll marry you, you lovable nerd!” Your boyfriend (now fiancé) stands up, taking the ring out of the confines of its box before sliding it on your ring finger.
It was the perfect fit.
“Thank you so much, [Name]. You’ve made me the happiest man in the world.” Peter places a gentle kiss against the finger that wore his ring, making your heart swell with even more love for the man standing in front of you.
You laugh as the tears streamed from your eyes, hanging on to Peter when he suddenly picked you up to twirl you around. After a few cycles, Peter stops spinning you around and keeps holding you in his arms bridal style. You felt the droplet of your tears land against his sweater before resting your head against his forehead, absolutely adoring the gentle shade of his brown eyes, “And you have made me the happiest girl in the world.”
Peter kisses the tip of your nose before murmuring the words that made you tremble with immense joy. “Let’s get you home, Mrs. Parker.”
I was trying to understand sasuke character better and since he end up with sakura I was trying to find the link between them and end up discovering that it's naruto that he loves when I was rewatching the fight there is something about when he said "now I can finally be alone" there was so much emotion in his voice and to know that there will only be eternal loneliness for him how can I put him with anyone else? Sasuke was the one who made me ship them romantically before it was just a brotp
That line just solidified it for me, without a doubt. That line renders all arguments in favor of SS null and void. If Sakura was above or even on Naruto’s level of importance, getting rid of her would have been a priority. Tobirama said that the Uchiha clan had an even more powerful love than the Senju. He HAD to get rid of Naruto because his love for him was so strong. He had cut off Sakura, I think he had done that when he first left the village. Like you said, it’s actually the things SASUKE said that show just how legit SNS is.
It is literally spelled out. Doesn’t get more straightforward than that.
I’ve been on Tumblr for two years now. Yes, a shock and a shame since this place is clearly a mess. But I think is a great place to keep track of my artwork and other shenanigans. In case you’re curious about my first year of digital art >> here's the post << I did for it.
Now did I make progress this past 12 months? I’m gonna say yes. My first art piece I posted was this piece showing me and my new(at the time) friend Cabbage which I posted on May 4, 2016.
I mean its, not a terrible artpiece all things considered but there are a lot of elements in it that make me cringe now.(I still LOVE wHy I made it THO)
Now on to the ones I am proud of and worked hard on:
May 25 (spent two days on this one)
June 24(I spent nearly an entire week to get this one right)
November 8 (my first post to hit 1000 notes)
February 11(my first comic not very good flow but ehhh)
March 8(my first post to hit 2000 also I love my Altean Lance au)
April 23 (My most recent piece, took me about 3-4 hours)
Yep, I’d say I’ve made a bit of progress. Thanks to everyone who has appreciated and supported me and my work. It’s been a long ride this past year but I hope the next year challenges me even more.
Ok so I didn’t initially want to get too deep into the hate surrounding bughead as a canon ship, but seeing the number of hate comments on the cast’s tweets (particularly Lili, since she’s the one who has tweeted about the deleted bughead scenes the most) has honestly made it hard to stay out of. I understand not backing a particular ship because you just don’t see the two people connecting, or because you ship one of them with a different person. That’s all fine and good. But to go after and verbally attack the writers and cast of the show because you don’t agree with how the story is being written is unacceptable.
I know a lot of people are mad because bughead as a ship doesn’t fit with the comics, which I can certainly see if you’re comparing the show to a few specific storylines in the comics, but it definitely doesn’t apply to all of them. The Archie comics have been around for a very long time, and in that time there have been a countless number of tellings of the lives of the characters. Granted, most (if not all) of these feature Jughead as either romantically/sexually uninterested in anybody, or as strictly asexual/aromantic, which makes the argument that he shouldn’t be in a relationship a little more valid. However, that’s not to say a more romantically interested Jughead character is completely off the table, as there are endless possibilities for the story of the Archie comics characters.
The idea of endless possibilities brings me to beronica. Obviously there were a huge amount of people who went crazy for the beronica kiss in the first episode. Who wouldn’t? The idea of two strong female characters being in a relationship is more than appealing, and I would honestly like to see their relationship develop more throughout the series (maybe not romantically, but I like the idea of them as a sort of power duo). With that kiss came a lot of expectations as to where their relationship would go, and thus bringing about beronica shippers. But, when bughead was made canon in episode 6, beronica shippers, for lack of a better term, went crazy.
This brings me to my main point. Now, like I said before, it’s perfectly fine to be dissatisfied with a couple in the show because it’s not allowing for your personal ship to happen. But, as I also mentioned, attacking the actors and writers of the show for making it impossible for your ship to exist at the moment is unacceptable. No amount of hate comments or protests is going to get the writers to change anything, so you might as well just let the show run its course, and if your ship ends up working out, that’s great! But don’t spend your time angrily tweeting at the cast and writers just because you’re unhappy with how they chose to write the show.
Lastly, and I’m surprised this isn’t more obvious, it’s a TV show. It is a fictional story comprised of made up characters and a screenwriter-developed plot. Of course it means a lot to all of us who watch it, but there comes a point where you need to separate reality from fiction. The actors on the show are real people. Lili, Cole, Camila, KJ, Madelaine, Casey, Roberto and all of the other wonderful people who make this show what it is are just that: people. So stop treating them like robots who will respond to your every demand, and stop saying so many hurtful things to them. Whether or not you think they do, they see the awful things you say to them on Twitter and everywhere else. And I bet you anything that those things hurt.
TL;DR: y'all gotta just suck it up, stop being assholes and let the show run its course