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What wisdom? ( Reader X Jughead)

Reader X Jughead

Request: no, my plot

Warning: none, well it does get a bit “sexy?” ( not really ) But you’re safe 😂

A/N: I wrote this because I just had my wisdom teeth removed yesterday and let me tell you.. IM DYING! And yes I tried rolling off the bed… tried to kill myself while I was numb.

SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES

REQUEST ARE OPEN
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Well today is the day that Jughead gets his wisdom teeth removed, I got all four of mine removed a couple of months ago and jughead was a pain. Coming out of the surgery room he took videos of me trying to roll off my bed considering I was high on the medication . So boy was I going to enjoy this moment.

“Y/N, does it hurt? I mean they are going to removing my wisdom.” He chuckles at his own joke.

“Juggi you won’t feel a thing! Your going under general anesthesia so you’ll be passed out and being woken up under one bright light, and no don’t think it’s heaven. Sorry Jughead but what wisdom, you have none .” I reassure and joke with him

“But Y/N, after the surgery you were in pain and all you had was soup, yogurt and jello! I’m going to starve to death.”

“Juggie you’ll be in pain yes and you won’t eat solids for a week or more, depending on how fast you recover but I’ll help you.” Once again I reassure him as we wait for the nurse to sign jughead into a room.

When Jughead has his room they give him a hospital dress with the weird underwear that they provide.
“Y/N, what on earth is this? The thing is practically transparent.” Jughead lifts the underwear that I was talking about.

“Juggie, stop being a pain and go change I’ll be here waiting.”

Jughead walks away into the bathroom as he changes and just as he closes the door my mom comes in, who is also the one that did my wisdom surgery and who will do Jughead’s.
“Y/N, remember calm him down, don’t scare him. Oh, and make sure he’s comfortable.”

I nod at my mom and she leaves me once again alone in the room. Soon later Jughead walks out with him holding the back of his hospital dress together.
“Y/N, could you help me and tie the dress? I don’t plan on showing the world my private parts and reacting Marilyn Monroe’s famous part.

I laugh and walk towards him. once he releases the back of his dress, his butt that’s covered in that weird underwear is in full view.
“Oh my gosh, JUGHEAD! why did you let go of the back, my poor virgin eyes.” I laugh and quickly grab the strings and tie his dress together.

“Y/N, please my butt is a blessing.”

I laugh and shake my head and tell Jughead to lay on his bed until they call him for surgery. Time passes and it’s finally time for him to go and get his wisdom teeth removed.

“Y/N you’re going to be here right?”

“Yes,Juggie I’ll be here waiting for you.”

“Y/N you said it doesn’t hurt.”

“ the surgery doesn’t hurt, the aftermath does but you’ll be fine. Remember you’re one Strong cookie.”

“Bye Y/N I’ll be back.” Were Jughead’s last words before the nurses rolled him out of his hospital room. I quickly say a fast prayer and hope everything goes well.

An hour and half later Jughead is being rolled back into the room with the nurses laughing.
“ you better tell your boyfriend to keep some private things to himself.”

Before I could even respond back the nurses left.

“ Juggie how was the surgery and what did you tell the nurses?” I lean down by his side.

“ Y/N have I ever told you that you have amazing breasts?” Jughead blurts out

“ Juggie what did y—”

“ Oh I’ve seen them, perky little things. I was once climbing up to your room from your window and you had the curtains open.”

I’m in shock not knowing what to say because he was literally telling me that he saw my breasts… but that wasn’t the only thing he saw.

“ oh and once you asked if I could get you a shirt from your drawers but I opened your underwear drawers instead and you had this super revealing underwear just spread out and boy did that turn me on. You know Y/N I’ve always liked you but never asked you out because I didn’t want to ruin the friendship we have.”

After Jughead long muffled rant, I was sure my face was red! I was so embarrassed and in shock to even express my feelings. But decided to take advantage of his confused state while it lasted.

“ Juggie, how did the underwear look like.” I asked him hoping he’s not talking about the one that Veronica and Betty got me as a joke, but of course it was that one that he saw.

“ it was a white with flower lace, it was practically a thong and it had this cute little bow at the back, could you model it for me?”

At this point I was just dying from inside…
“Juggie please just go to sleep, okay? I’ll be here when you wake up.”

It took Jughead a few minutes until he passed out and I was left feeling fuzzy, embarrassed and confused all at once. When Jughead was discharged I guess he forgot everything he said because he acted normally. When we arrived back to his home at the drive-in , i made sure he was in bed with a basket by his bed and told him I would be back with the soup and jello that I’ll make back home.

When I reached home I made the soup and jello that he’ll be eating and grabbed my pjs and extra clothing,face wash and toothbrush that I’ll use when staying over. But before leaving I ran to my underwear drawer and grabbed the underwear he spoke about.

After feeding Jughead his food and gave him his painkillers, I grabbed the underwear and everything else beside my pjs to tease Jughead a bit…

I walked into the bathroom to do my business and wore my underwear and walked out without a shirt or bra and just covering my breasts with my arm.

“Hey Juggie, can I borrow one of your shirts? All of my shirts are tight fitting.”

When Jughead lifted his head to face me, I swear I think his eyes popped out of his eye sockets. His eyes scanned me from top to bottom as if I was his laptop screen.

“Jughead, can I borrow a shirt? I don’t plan on sleeping without a shirt.” After my last comment he nodded and his head and I walked and grabbed a shirt from his.

I spun around so that I’m not facing him and put on his shirt and I know for a fact that he was staring at my butt. When I was done I walked over to him and leaned down and whispered.

“Jughead make sure to keep what you saw and wished to yourself, hope you enjoyed my modeling of my underwear but sorry I couldn’t flash you my chest.
And how about we go out on a date after you recover? Good night.”

Once I pulled back I could see the hint of red covering his cheeks and shock that overtook his eyes

Drabble Challenge! 1-100

Rules: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!

  1. Stop acting like a child!
  2. Retrace your steps.
  3. You don’t have to worry, I’m here.
  4. Don’t you just wanna reach out and touch it?
  5. I said “movie day”, not “moving day”!
  6. Fine, go out with your friends. I hope you have fun!
  7. That’s hot! Hot! Hot!
  8. What the hell did you do to my car?
  9. We’ve been married for years and you won’t even help me ____
  10. Do it now, or we won’t have sex for a month.
  11. Did you change all the clocks?
  12. It’s not a toy, it’s an action figure.
  13. Are we lost?
  14. Don’t tell me to stop, you’re not my mom.
  15. Where would I be without you?
  16. You ran over my foot!
  17. I’m like the hulk.
  18. Take out the trash or so help me God!
  19. Do we have a spare?
  20. You know I don’t like when the power goes out.
  21. Babe, that my ____(insert body part here)
  22. I am not telling you how I lost my virginity, nope.
  23. Shopping? For eight hours?
  24. Show me your texts or it’s over.
  25. I just had a couple drinks.
  26. Why haven’t they invented bowling on ice?
  27. Take notes. Watch and learn.
  28. You hit me!
  29. You lost…but you’re still MY little winner.
  30. It’s not that hard…that’s what she said.
  31. You spent how much?!
  32. You stayed home last weekend, come on. You’re coming this time.
  33. Did you just fart? ‘Cause you’re blowing me away.
  34. No, you’re not fixing it again. Call a plumber.
  35. 239 DVDs and yet nothing to watch.
  36. I said a pot of coffee, not just a cup. Go get the pot.
  37. Is it to late to say…celery?
  38. I have a headache, be nice for once!
  39. If I were famous…oh wait…I am!
  40. Just call me Gandhi.
  41. You’re sitting in front of a space heater in the middle of summer…
  42. Do it and I’ll shave your eyebrows.
  43. I’ve been looking everywhere!
  44. We can either just cuddle, or you can sleep on the couch?
  45. I’m stuck at the office.
  46. What is this? 20 questions?
  47. Explain why the remote and Cheetos are in the bathroom.
  48. I’m not eating frozen pizza for the third time this week.
  49. Have you seen my chainsaw?
  50. They’re not coloring books. They’re “adult” coloring books.
  51. Hand over the cheese grater, or else.
  52. Shut up and get off the dance floor.
  53. Do you like guacamole?
  54. It looks like you’re driving me to my death.
  55. You love me and you know it.
  56. You’re going deep SEA fishing?
  57. You’re not even a boyfriend, you’re kind of like a dog.
  58. Trust me, I’m a doctor. Well, kind of, not really. I have Hello Kitty bandaids though.
  59. …but my phone’s dying…
  60. What would you do for a Klondike bar?
  61. Explain why there’s a bra under your bed.
  62. They’re curtains, not window blankets.
  63. What would you do if you were locked in an elevator with me?
  64. Did the lights just flash?
  65. Take out the garbage! This is like the 10th time I’ve asked!
  66. It’s not a donkey. It’s a mule.
  67. I told you I don’t like boats, why’d you drag me out here?
  68. Shh, don’t say a word.
  69. Road trip?
  70. I just want to watch the sunset and you gotta be creepin’.
  71. How’d we end up at the Grand Canyon?
  72. Do you prefer colored pencils or crayons?
  73. Bear attacks are a legitimate fear.
  74. Blankets are for quitters.
  75. Get back here and put on some pants.
  76. You spent how much???
  77. You switched our pillows, savage.
  78. Egg Rolls aren’t meant to be breakfast.
  79. Any other day, I might just want to die.
  80. I warned you, if you were late one more time…
  81. Wanna runaway?
  82. I was kind of wondering if maybe…could we…you want to go to the movies with me?
  83. It was supposed to be perfect! Now everything’s ruined!
  84. Don’t trip.
  85. The best thing in the world is waking up beside you.
  86. You said you weren’t going to leave, no matter how hard things got.
  87. I just tell myself things will get better.
  88. Karma’s a b*tch
  89. Omg, this is my favorite song. Dance with me!
  90. It was an accident. I was cooking…I’m not going to the hospital.
  91. I think the roof is leaking, or it might just be raining inside.
  92. It’s a blizzard out yonder.
  93. I forgot we had a cat.
  94. You want to explain why my window is broke?
  95. Did you go through my underwear drawer?
  96. Why’s it so small?
  97. Amen.
  98. It was a dark and stormy day when…
  99. Your love is just a lie.
  100. *Make up your own*

Happy Writing!

To be continue from this post asked sinners where you’re from, here’s something I know about your country:

- My previous boss cooked Brazillian black beans for us once. It was great :))

- There’s this girl name Sixtine that I knew from previous workplace, she’s a French and she lives in Amsterdam now. She always said “Cava?” when I came to the company.

- Puerto Rico sounds like “Beautiful women will be born there” because I saw many beauty from that country.

- My close friend lives in Malaysia and I did visited it 2 years ago lol you guys like to eat. I got offer to eat something all the time and I just declined because I cant eat anymore but my Malaysian friend thought I was mad at her. 

- I love Indian curry that’s cant be more true

- One of my high school friend married a Netherland guys, he was sweet! I want to visit there once I have enough money

- Portland is famous for tulip, I read “Black Tulip” (by Alexander Dumas) and god I want to see that with my own eyes someday.

- Saipan, wa I heard its a beauty :( I want to go there

- Alternative Universe, um, can I see myself in that universe? What does she like?

- My friend from Belgium cooked waffle for me once, it was delicious, tho I was wondering if I can get a chocolate from him lol. Dont know where he’s now, because he’s travelling the world.

- In here all German product is very expensive and only high class can afford it because seriously the durableness is just on another level! 

- We have taco in here too Mexican but I dont think the taste stays the same.

- I ate Kuwaiti dill rice when I was in Malaysia, dont think the taste will be the same but I like it!

- Vietnam: lol what you wanna know let me tell chu (skip 10000000 words)

- I have to see  Scandinavian architecture in Norway, I have fantasized about it for long time.

- People from Phillipine are incredibly postive and I feel like you’re sunshine to this world :) Your humor is always so great!


—To be continue

Gonna be famous.. gonna be on tv.. gonna be rich, gonna buy a real belt and burn off my skin tags! GONNA BE IMMORTAL, GOT A DATE WITH ETERNITY! Once I am famous, I’ll never be alone! I’ll have so many friends, my answering machine will need a lonGEEERRRRR TAAAAAAAAAAAPE…

oh, no no no no, NOOOOOOOOO!, OH CAROL, OH NO, WHYYY?! I wanna start over, I wanna be a baby! Don’t say my name! And don’t show my face! My pants! (farts)

I Want To Write You A Song - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 18)

Originally posted by tmlnsn

Part 17

“Hold on to hope if you got it. Don’t let it go for nobody-” you sang softly as you picked your guitar in the backyard. 

You had woken up before Harry that day and you didn’t want to wake him up, so you went outside to get some writing done. 

“And they say that dreaming is free, but I wouldn’t care what it cost me,” you sang. 

You were writing down in your journal when you saw someone coming out and sitting some tea on the table. You looked up and saw that it was Gemma. 

“Good morning,” she smiled. 

“Morning,” you smiled putting your guitar on the ground. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just thought you might want something warm to drink,” she said. 

“Oh, no you’re fine. I was just messing around,” you said. 

“Harry had mentioned that you’re looking into recording your own album,” she said. 

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” you said. “I said that I was a few weeks ago, but I hadn’t really done it and quite frankly, I don’t know if I even want to.” 

“Why? I mean why have you changed your mind?” She asked. 

“I don’t know. I’m a songwriter, that’s what I do best. I’m not a performer,” you sighed. “When Harry gets on stage, his face lights up and it’s obvious that he loves it. I don’t think I could ever do that.” 

“My brother is interesting on stage,” she laughed. “But that’s just who he is, it’s his personality. You don’t have to be like him or anyone else at there. I mean look at Adele, she doesn’t dance around or jump up and down because that’s not her, but she’s still an amazing performer and producer of music. You can make your music however you want it to be. And you don’t necessarily have to perform if you don’t want to, right?”

“No, I wouldn’t have to, no,” you said. 

“Then just make your music and record your album and get it out there. Don’t worry about anything after that,” she said. 

“There’s something else,” you whispered. 

“What’s that?” She asked. “Your parents?” 

“Yes, and no,” you said. “I mean yes, they’re sort of an issue, but I’m not worried about them.” 

“Then what are you worried about?” She asked. 

“About becoming too… famous I guess,” you sighed. “Once I make my own music, people are going to find out that I’m the songwriter for all those songs and that I’m Harry’s girlfriend. I don’t want to lose my privacy and I don’t want people to think I’m just with Harry for his name or something.” 

“I get that,” she nodded. “But babe, just by being Harry’s girlfriend, it’s already going to throw you into the spotlight and everyone is going to try and find everything they can about you, it just comes with the territory. And as for the privacy thing, Harry’s been in this business for years and while it may seem like he has no privacy, he has more than you think. He’s actually a quite private person and when it comes to you, he’ll make sure that it stays that way. He’s quite protective over you,” she smiled. 

You laughed with a nod. 

“And people are going to say and think what they want to think regardless if it’s true or not,” she said. “Harry knows that you love him and we know that you love him and he loves you and that’s all you should care about.” 

“Thank you,” you smiled. “Talking to you as really helped.” 

“I’m glad and I just want you to know that our relationship isn’t just because  you’re with my brother. I consider you a great friend, so anytime that you need to talk or just need to get away from my annoying little shit of a brother, I’m available,” she smiled. 

**

Harry had woken up to you, not in the room for the second morning in the row. He groaned as he got up from the bed and stretched before running his hands through his hair. He left the room in search of you. 

When he arrived in the kitchen, his mom was cooking breakfast. He grabbed some coffee and hugged her. 

“Morning Mum,” he smiled. 

“Morning, sweetheart,” she smiled. 

“Have you seen my girlfriend?” He laughed. “She disappeared on me again.” 

“Oh, she and Gemma are outside having a chat,” she said. 

Harry grabbed his mug of coffee and went over to the window. It looked like that you and Gemma were getting along and he was really happy about that, but he would admit that he was beginning to be a little jealous that you were spending a lot of your time with his sister. 

You and Gemma walked back inside and Harry stood there with a pout on his face. 

You put your guitar down and walked over to him. “Hey, what’s up with you?” You asked. 

“Nothing,” he mumbled. 

“Yes, there is,” you said. “What’s wrong with you?” You laughed forcing his pout into a smile. 

“Stop it,” he sighed moving his face away. “I’m gonna shower, I’ll be back down for breakfast,” he mumbled to his Mom before going back up to the room. 

You sighed. “I’ll be back,” you said following behind him. 

Harry grabbed clothes from his suitcase when you walked in. 

“Okay, what is really wrong with you?” You asked. 

“Nothing,” he said. 

“Damn it, Harry. I know you’re lying, so just spit it out already,” you said. 

“Fine, you want to know?” He asked. 

“Obviously because I’ve been asking you for the last ten minutes,” you said. 

“Maybe I’m just annoyed because I’ve been wanting to spend time with my girlfriend and you’re always hanging with my sister,” he mumbled. 

You giggled as you watched him throw his clothes down on the bed. 

“it’s not fucking funny!” He whined. 

“Yeah, it is. You’re jealous of your sister,” you laughed. 

“No, I’m not,” he said. “I just want to spend time with my girlfriend and you’re always gone.” 

“I’m not gone, I was just outside,” you said. “And I was out there before Gemma. I was getting some writing done and she came out there. I didn’t purposely get up before you to have a chat with Gemma.” 

“You didn’t?” He asked. 

“No,” you laughed. “I woke up before you and I felt like writing, so I went outside in the freezing cold so I wouldn’t wake anyone up. And then Gemma came out there and we just started talking about things.” 

“Oh,” he said sitting down on the bed. 

“Yeah, oh,” you laughed walking over and sitting on his lap. “But you know it’s kinda cute that you’re jealous.” 

“I’m not jealous,” he mumbled wrapping his arms around you. 

“Fine you’re not jealous, but your behavior is still cute,” you smirked. 

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not cute, I’m hot,” he said. 

“Oh right, yeah, definitely,” you said nodding. 

“It’s true! Don’t act like it’s not,” he smirked. 

You rolled your eyes. “I thought you were going to shower?” 

“Oh, I am, but now you’re joining me,” he smirked. 

“Am I now?” You asked. 

“Yep,” he smirked throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you into the bathroom. 

**

After breakfast, you decided to dedicate the entire day to Harry. You bundled up and he was taking you on a tour of his hometown, showing you all the places that were special to him. 

“You know you’re different here,” you smiled. “Not like bad different or like you’re a different person, I just mean you seem relaxed here.” 

“I do,” he nodded. “Because when I come back here, it’s home, you know. My family’s here. Friends I’ve known for years are here. Whenever I come back, they don’t treat me or look at me as Harry Styles. I’m just Harry to them.” 

You smiled wrapping your arms around his. “I know I didn’t know you before you were this huge pop star,” you laughed. “But you’re just Harry to me too, you know. I mean you’re my boyfriend Harry, who happens to be an amazing artist.” 

He smiled looking down at you. “And you’re my girlfriend, Y/N, who happens to be the best damn singer-songwriter out there.” 

“And I love you so much,” he added. 

“I love you too,” you smiled. 

“You know, I can’t help but wonder that you seem to be getting used to the cold weather,” he smirked. 

“No, I think it’s because I have a few warm clothes now,” you laughed. 

He laughed. “Maybe,” he said wrapping his arms around you. “Can I ask you something?” 

“Of course,” you nodded. 

“Could you ever…would you ever live here?” He asked. “In the UK, I mean. Like London or something?” 

“I don’t know, I’ve never really thought about it before,” you said. “Why?” 

“Well, now that the album is finished, I sort of just want to get out of the LA scene for a bit, so I’ve been thinking about coming back to London and staying for a while after the promo with the album is finished,” he said. 

“Oh,” you said. “And you just thought about this right now?” 

“No, I’ve been thinking about it for awhile,” he said. “LA is great, you know. I’ve great friends there and I love the weather, but it’s not home. I miss being near my family and friends here.” 

“Are you thinking about it or have you already made your decision?” You asked. 

“A little bit of both,” he shrugged. “I haven’t officially decided to do it, but the odds of me not moving back, are slim.” 

“So, you’re just going to move thousands of miles away without even talking to me about it?” You asked. 

“I’m talking with you about it now,” he said. 

“Yeah, when you’ve practically already made your decision,” you said. “What about me huh? I’m in LA, and you’re just going to leave me there?” 

“What? No,” he said. “Baby, I’m asking you to come with me. To live me. To move in with me.” 

“What about my album?” You said. “How would I work on that if I’m in London?” 

“There are recording studios in London, Y/N,” he sighed. 

“But not my studio. The one where I’ve recorded all of my stuff,” you said. “Nathan’s not in London, other producers and writers I’ve worked with aren’t in London.”  

“Why do you keep making this about you?” He sighed. “I’m not just up and leaving because I fucking want too, I’m leaving because I want to be near my family and friends, where I’m used to.” 

“Just because I don’t have a family that cares and supports me, doesn’t mean I don’t have anything worth staying in LA,” you said before walking off. 

“Fucking… Y/N where are you going!” He shouted. 

“I don’t know, just somewhere away from you!” You shouted. 

“Y/N, you’re going to get lost!” He sighed. 

“I don’t care, just leave me alone,” you said as you kept on walking. 

Harry signed running his hands over his face as he watched you walk off. He wanted to go after you, but he knew if he did it would only make you angrier with him. 

**

“Where’s Y/N?” Anne said when Hary got back to the house. 

“We had another fight and she walked off,” he sighed. 

“Another fight? What happened?” She asked. 

“I told her I planned on moving back to London for a bit and she upset with me,” he sighed. 

“Did you ask her to come with you?” She asked. 

He nodded. “Of course I did. I don’t want to be without her for a second, much less going  months without her being thousands of miles away.”

“Have you ever talked about it before?” She asked. 

“No, this was actually the first time I brought it up,” he sighed. 

“Well, then you two need to talk about it. Once she’s cooled off, talk to her about, really talk to her about it. Maybe try to understand why she was so upset and if you think about it, asking her to pick up her life and move to another country is asking a lot,” she stated. 

He nodded. “I’m gonna go drive around and see if I can find her.”

“Yes, go get her and bring her back. It’ll be dark soon,” she whispered. 

**

You weren’t exactly lost, but you didn’t exactly know where you were either. Places looked familiar, but you weren’t sure which way to go back to Anne’s house. The boots you were wearing weren’t great for walking, so your feet were killing you. 

You saw a bench nearby and decided to take a break. You were starting to get cold and felt extremely childish for running off like you did. But you couldn’t help it, you just needed to get your thoughts together and you need to be alone for that. 

You thought about calling Harry to come pick you up, but you didn’t have to because Harry’s car pulled up right next to you. He parked the car and got out walking over to you. 

“Are you alright?” He asked. 

“I’m fine,” you whispered. 

“Come on, let’s get you warm,” he said. 

He took your hand and helped you to the car and turned the heat full blast before driving off. 

“I know that you were upset, but please don’t do that again,” he said. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I just wanted to be alone.” 

“I understand that and I’ll give you all the space you need, but don’t feel like you have to physically leave,” he said taking your hand. 

“I won’t,” you said. “I promise.” 

“Can we talk about it though?” He asked. “About why you got so upset?” 

You sighed looking out the window. “You wouldn’t understand.” 

“How can I try to understand if I don’t know what it is,” he whispered. 

You sighed. “In LA, we’re equals for lack of a better word. We both have our own group of friends, things that we like to do, people we work with, etc. But in London, that’s your territory. Your family, your friends, your house. The people that you work with, things that you like to do. If I come with you, all I’m gonna have is you. And what if your friends don’t like me or we find out that I’m too different from you and your life in London…” 

Harry had pulled the car into the driveway now and you both were sitting in the car. 

“I guess I didn’t think of it like that,” he whispered. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to leave everything behind for me.” 

“But I feel like that is what I’d have to do,” you sighed. 

“Are you afraid that if you come with me to live in London, we’ll break up or something?” He asked. 

You nodded. 

“Baby, that could never happen,” he said. 

“You say that now, but what if it does,” you sniffled. “What if everything changes for the worse?” 

“It won’t,” he said. “We love each other and we’re not going to let that happen. I’m not saying that we permanently relocate to London, I just want to be back home for a while before I go on tour. Plus, my band lives here and we’ll have rehearsals and such.” 

“And no decisions have to be made right now. We’ll be going to London in a few days and you can get a feel for it and then we can talk about it some more,” he said. “Because I’m not just going to leave you, okay.” 

“But what if I decide not to go?” You whispered. 

“Then we’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” he said. 

You nodded and the two of you got out of the car. Even though the two of you talked it out, you could feel there was a shift in the air between you. That was the first major obstacle that came up in your relationship. It wouldn’t be the last, but you just hoped that it wouldn’t be the one that drove you apart either. 

anonymous asked:

Lol so the famous jade doesn't have a comeback for once. I can't blame you. Supergirl writers don't have anything to do with the lack of lesbian kissing the actors do.

1) I’m hardly famous

2) you’re nothing more than mildly annoying and i try not to engage with those like you because you tend to get embarassed quite easily and resort to personal attacks

3) floriana’s previous work proves quite obviously that she has no qualms doing fairly intense kiss scenes with women

4) chyler’s expressed nothing but positivity when it comes to kissing and even “making out with” (her words, not mine) women

5) they’ve literally filmed longer kisses that have been cut in favor of shorter ones, like the one in 2x17, which fans were able to see because they filmed on location

6) you’re right (words you probably don’t hear often, congratulations) about it not coming down to the writers room. it’s something the network decides during post production. as is the case with 2x17, they get to decide which takes are used, it’s why actors usually have to film multiple versions of the same scene, such as filming kisses of varying lengths.

7) blaming the actresses doesn’t account for the drastic change between the overall length of kisses between 2A and 2B. it’s far more likely that the network received a lot of complaints about the nature of their kisses in 2A despite them still being super pg, and as such have responded by censoring them in the back half of the season. hardly any of us are expecting clothes shedding or anything like that, though considering how graphic most of the lyra/winn or even m*n el/kara kisses are, i think we’re entitled to similar. we just want our love to be portrayed as equal to the show’s m/f pairings.

Holoceneby Bon Iver, from Bon Iver, Bon Iver (2011).

noe-chi-un  asked:

Hey I'm trying to continue writing my fanfic but idk what my characters should say? Overall plot is Person A doesnt want to become famous in a music industry even though they're really good at singing and composing while Person B tries to persuade them. Person B develops feelings for A overtime but A is oblivious?

1. “I love listening to you sing, you know?”

“I love singing. But I don’t want it to be a job, you know?”

2. “I don’t want this. I don’t want any of this! I-”

“Hey, hey, come here. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just thought-”

“I know.”

3. “What are you so afraid of?”

“Failing. Humiliating myself. Or worse… Succeeding and becoming someone I’m not.”

4. “Fame destroys people. Can’t you see that?”

“It doesn’t have to destroy you!”

5. “I never told you, did I?”

“Told me what?”

“I knew someone who was famous once. It tore them apart, twisted their soul into something I didn’t recognize, and destroyed everything that made them who they were.”

6. “What if I’m not good enough, huh?”

“Trust me! You are good enough. You’re amazing.”

“You’re sweet, you know that?”

“I mean it.”

7. “Was that what all of this was about? You wanted me to get famous so I’d OWE you something? There are easier ways to get a date, you know?”

“What? No, no, it’s not like that! Falling in love wasn’t ever part of my plans. It just… Happened.”

~I hope these help!~

Pi(e) Day (Thor x Reader)

I know Pi Day was two days ago, but here’s a new (and late) oneshot!!! ❤❤

“THOR, WAKE UP!”

You tackle your still-sleeping boyfriend wrapped up in his bed sheets. He begins to stir.

“My love, what is it?”, he groans.

“IT’S PI DAY WE HAVE TO MAKE PIES.”

Thor sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Only on Earth is there a day honoring desserts.”

You sigh and plop down next to him, grabbing his hand. “It doesn’t honor DESSERT pies, babe. It celebrates the SYMBOL Pi! Ya know, 3.14? March 14th? It’s math, hon. Earth is a nerd.”

Thor chuckles. “So you want to make DESSERT pie to celebrate SYMBOL pi? Very well.”

Thor climbs out of bed and makes his way over to you. He swiftly grabs you and throws you over his shoulder, making you squeal. Then, he starts walking to the kitchen, ignoring your protests.

“BAAABE! PUT ME DOOOWN!” You hit his back while trying to contain your laughter. When you get to the kitchen, he sets you down and kisses your nose.

“What ingredients are required to make DESSERT pies?,” he asks.

You grab all the ingredients to make apple pies for the team. You and Thor get to work, carefully preparing each pie. By the time they go into the oven, both of you are a complete mess. There’s flour everywhere, dough in your hair, and apple filling splattered all over the place.

“Babe, I was thinking, maybe we can take the pies for ourselves?”, you say.

“Y/N, they are for the team,” he replies, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I know, I know. But we made FIVE PIES. We can at least take two.”

He gives you a small kiss before saying, “Anything for my love,” making you blush slightly.

When the timer goes off, you and Thor take the pies out of the oven and place them on the counter. Sam immediately walks in.

“DO I SMELL Y/N’S FAMOUS APPLE PIES?”

All at once, the rest of the team runs in.

“Y/N MADE PIES?”

“APPLE PIE!”

“HAPPY PI DAY TO US!”

“Thor didn’t break the oven?”

You and Thor each grab a pie and hide it behind your backs.

“WE MADE YOU GUYS THREE PIES ENJOY,” you screech before taking off. Thor follows behind.

“HEY,” you hear from Steve. “THEY STOLE TWO PIES.”

The two of you race into your bedroom and shut the door behind you, locking it instantly. You pull out the forks you discreetly hid in your pocket and hand one to Thor. Then, you grab the remote and start playing Star Wars.

“My lady, I believe this is the greatest idea you’ve ever had,” Thor mumbles between bites of pie.

“I know, right?”, you mumble back.

You get a call from Tony. When you pick up, you hear him scream, “I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE YOU GUYS TOOK TWO FUCKING PIES FOR YOURSELVES.”

You laugh and hang up, snuggling next to your boyfriend with your pie in your lap.

“Happy Pi Day, Y/N.”

“Happy Pi Day, Thor.”

I’m wanna be Daniel Day-Lewis famous. Work once every 5 years. Get tonnes of awards. Nobody knows anything about you. Nice hair. Everyone likes you. That’s the goal.

Idiot Director Accused Mary Elizabeth Winstead of Eating Too Much ‘Southern Fried Cooking’

Mary Elizabeth Winstead didn’t have to audition for her role as the brilliant, impulsive Nikki Swango on “Fargo,” because the show’s creator, Noah Hawley, had wanted her on the acclaimed FX series for years. But not all of her collaborations have gone so smoothly.

Winstead told TheWrap about an audition several years ago in which a director — one who had apparently never encountered a normal, healthy human being before — accused the North Carolina-born actress of eating too much Southern fried food.

“I auditioned for a really famous director once who looked at my photo which was like an old photo that had been given to him, and commented on how I must have been eating a lot of Southern food recently,” Winstead said. “I told him I was from the South and he was like, ‘Oh, I see you’ve been eating a lot of Southern fried cooking since this picture was taken.’ And that was before my audition. I was just like, ‘Yep. Yep, yeah. I have.‘”

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The star of such films as “10 Cloverfield Lane”  said she remained calm and laughed it off because she already knew the director’s reputation — which wasn’t good. She declined to name him.

“Going into it, I knew that this person was not the most stable person and was a little bit eccentric and also was a little bit of a misogynist,” she added.

All in all, it was a role she was happy not to get.

“So that was kind of fun,” she said. “Just to walk out of there not giving a s—.”

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One role she was glad to get was Nikki Swango. She landed on the series after Hawley finally found a role that matched her — and what a role it is.

Swango, a competitive bridge-playing ex-con, is the straw that turns the drink in the latest season of “Fargo.” She’s a shrewd criminal-minded optimist who persuades her parole officer boyfriend, Ray Stussy (Ewan McGregor) that he needs to take what he rightfully deserves from his parking-lot magnate brother Emmit (also played by McGregor).

It might just win Winstead an Emmy — which should make even the dumbest directors think twice before asking her anything stupid.

Watch the video above, and come back next week for more of our interview with Winstead.

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anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could explain maladaptive daydreaming? I've heard about and I think I do it, but I've been having trouble really understanding the explanations I've found. Also do you know if it is considered a kind of dissociation? Thanks

Ooh, yeah, I do it all the time (which I guess is the “maladaptive” part of it, eheh..), and I definitely wouldn’t compare it to dissociation, though your mileage may vary. For me it’s much closer to a compulsive ritual - once I start daydreaming, I have to see it through to the end and get extremely distressed if interrupted, but it can be interrupted, which is why I wouldn’t personally liken it to dissociation (although you can dissociate while daydreaming, which is oh so fun).

The daydreams themselves are as varied as the daydreamers. Some daydreams include the person daydreaming, some involve other real people, some involve made-up characters, some take place in this world and some in totally different ones. Some daydream about real or potentially real situations, an “ideal” future, some are more like a novel, etc. I had a friend once who would daydream about being famous. My daydreams tend to be about OCs.

The thing that makes maladaptive daydreaming “maladaptive” is that it’s intrusive to daily living - rather than being bored and daydreaming for a little while, I’ll get distracted by an idea and spend the next several hours doing nothing but daydreaming, and I’ll keep going back to the daydream over and over for days or weeks. Instead of doing things I should be doing, like spending time with people or drawing or answering asks here or even things like eating, I’ll sit at my desk or lay in bed and just daydream.

My maladaptive daydreaming tends to get worse when part of my daily ritual is compromised; for example, if I had something I was doing every day for x amount of time and I can no longer do that thing, I’ll fill that time instead with daydreaming. Going in the other direction - replacing daydreaming with another activity - is usually a lot harder, and I tend to revert to daydreaming partway through for quite a while.

One thing that helps me a lot is talking to people about my daydreams. Once they’re out of my head and have an established narrative, it’s easier for me to avoid going back to it, and if I do it’s easier to basically give myself a summarised version of the daydream and get back out of it quickly. This can be especially useful for autistic maladaptive daydreamers whose daydreams become special interests (like mine usually do)!

-Brother Cat