i will debate this all day if i have to

anonymous asked:

pls expand on your ridiculous experiences during one semester at a fake college

okay I got a few asks about this so let me see what I can remember right now. These might not all be in chronological order

- At orientation, they were talking about the reservation near campus and all these pretty sites and this kid in the back of the auditorium goes “So uhh…heard this place might be built over a Native American burial ground?”

- The speaker: “…Let’s not think about that, okay?”

- The freshman were on campus alone for like a week and a half (other than the RA’s) before the other students and I just. The parties. Were out of control. An ambulance was called basically every night.

- I walked into the bathroom the first night there to find a girl literally dying because someone slipped something in her drink and she was having a Very Bad Reaction

- Sting- you know, the singer- ‘s son lived in my residence hall. This boy almost accidentally killed me on three separate occasions (while I was just trying to do my laundry)

- I told my family about this at Thanksgiving. Everyone in the room advised me to seduce him

- I ate breakfast in the dining hall exactly once. I got scrambled eggs. I noticed no one had brought out ketchup with the condiments and politely asked about it. I received glares from at least ten different people. Apparently people there don’t believe in ketchup on eggs.

- There were these two boys in my English class known as “The Lumbard Guys”. They didn’t live in my residence hall, but they would come over almost every night, start a party, and destroy part of the basement.

- At orientation this one kid got mad and set his shoe on fire to prove a point

- Also at orientation like??? My roommate disappeared???? And I never saw her again???

- Listen like…this campus just looked like the perfect setting for a horror film, but none of the people from the area got that. They all thought I was crazy until some comic from Comedy Central did a stand up act and said “Why the hell is this campus so creepy? I feel like I’m gonna leave here with someone else wearing my face!”. I felt way too validated.

- ALL OF MY CLASSES WERE SO FAKE

- My “math” class was actually a disguised home ec. course???? All we had were word problems that were incredibly detailed recipes or instructions on how to fix things. The teacher, who I swear to GOD was actually my Mr-Rogers-Wannabe guidance counselor from high school in disguise, spent more time trying to come up with names and backstories for the models in the text book than actually trying to teach

- I had to take a class called “first year seminar” because neither of my parents went to college. It was supposed to be teaching you about how the school works and stuff but SUPRISE BITCH WE’RE JUST GONNA YELL ABOUT RACISM AND PRIVELGE FOR AN HOUR.

- Literally that’s all we did. Just the whole class bonding over all these struggles we had gone through and getting fired up. Like, it was great, but I also ended up knowing very little about campus and school stuff bc that was the class that was supposed to be teaching me lmao

- My Psych teacher was fucking hysterical for the first few classes but then he just. Vanished. I had to drop the class

- My Fine Arts teacher just. Couldn’t stick to a teaching plan. Her entire wardrobe was scarves. She was very passionate about African masks. She had a flapper haircut. She spoke quietly, but with a marvelously forced tone of voice that I’m certain was her trying to sound impressive and hide a Boston accent. She didn’t seem to understand the year was 2014. She took us into the city to go to the Art Museum and we lost her in there, never to be seen again

- I’m not even kidding

- My “writing” teacher was my absolute fav omfg. She was this long grey haired hippie lady who worked as a nurse for the Grateful Dead and was still stuck there. She may or may not have hooked up with my uncle. I was her favorite student because one day I came in wearing a “HAIR” shirt. She wanted to take the class to England for the sole purpose of going on a Beatles tour

- But like…she did not teach a writing class omfg. She taught a social justice class. All we did was have informed debates about The Issues and listen to music and occasionally watch the Breakfast Club. Every time there was a big paper due on the syllabus, she’d just sit on her desk and go “I mean, I don’t have to cover anything, right? You guys know how to write!” Like I genuinely don’t think she knew what class she was teaching

- There was a boy who sat next to me in that class. He was deaf in one ear and used that as an excuse when he got caught blatantly not paying attention. It worked every time. But I was right next to him. I saw him playing Yu-Gi-Oh on some website on his phone under the table. One time we started talking about model cars and he pre-cummed.

- There was a boy who roamed the campus in a long black trench coat and a weird hat. I never saw his body and started to suspect he might not have one, just the theory of one. He took interest in me because I was the only person in class who ever got his Doctor Who jokes. He’d come up to me at dinner and blast quiz me on various nerd culture before running off and disappearing into the shadows. Just as I was starting to grudgingly accept I was probably going to have to eventually hook up with him for the greater good, I apparently offended him by saying I like Picard more than Kirk. He didn’t stick around to listen to my reasoning. Whenever I saw him after that he would loudly start talking about how great his girlfriend was. Everyone knew he was lying. I wonder if Kirk ever sucked his theoretical dick as well as I would have.

- I gave a football player a shout out on Yik Yak. He really appreciated it, and gave me some fries laced with weed as a thanks. That was such A Night ™ , I watched the Lorax and left the dimension.

- Every time we had dances, this creepy guy named Horace would find me and use my obvious discomfort to make me dance with him. He’d hold my wrists and shove his crotch on mine while vaguely swaying to the beat. I had to escape to the bathroom every few minutes. Finally the security just banned him from the events altogether. I can still see his face clearly in my mind.

- One night, I walked into the bathroom to find a perfect, untouched pizza laying on the floor…but not in a box. Someone literally just took it out of the box and laid it down. I’m still fuming.

- One time I was in the mostly empty library when I smelled something. I walked down the rows of shelves before rounding the corner, and found the President of the college hidden there, sitting on the floor, smoking, a bottle of vodka in his hands. We held eye contact for a solid minute. He slowly shook his head at me. I said “Sir, your house is like…literally across the street.” He shook his head more vigorously. I left the library.

- One night, I heard screaming. I looked out the window to find a girl in a giraffe costume scaling my building. People were throwing water bottles at her. I was concerned. I didn’t know who to talk to for answers.

- I was in line trying to pay for dinner. One of the lunch ladies climbed on top of the ice cream machine and refused to come down. Her friend came over and they started recreating the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet. Very few people acknowledged it.

- Someone jacked up the soda dispenser so it was only dispensing beer. None of the staff cared enough to fix it.

- I caught my RA in the middle of a drug deal so she gave me a coupon for free ice cream

- Also side note: The soft served ice cream machine on campus was actually a frozen yogurt machine. I had no problem with that, but like, advertise correctly, you know? Nobody else seemed to understand my confusion. Nobody else seemed to understand that froyo and ice cream are two different things. What the hell.

- There were just…so many moths all over the campus. A terrifying amount. When it started getting colder I was like, finally, I won’t be attacked by moths anymore! Only for even more moths to appear. I asked a local about it. “Oh, those are the winter moths!” What the fuck are winter moths? What the fuck, Massachusetts? My friend back home grew convinced that Mothman was in the area. I was inclined to believe her. Sometimes I close my eyes and all I can see are moths everywhere, waiting for the moment to strike.

-  I’ve encountered deer many times in my life. I know how they act around people. But the deer on this campus were just weird. They’d run out at people all the time. One almost shoved me into traffic.

- My roommate gave my phone number out to literally anyone she found who mentioned they liked to read or liked Doctor Who. She was concerned I had no friends. No one ever called.

- I met a small Greek girl in my Fine Arts class. Our first day of talking, she made me climb a mountain with her so she could get to tutoring, even though I had no reason to be in that building. Her roommates kept mysteriously disappearing. She was late to everything. She’d call me randomly to get food at 1 in the morning. She kept somehow breaking phones and tvs and other electronics. When I asked her how they kept breaking, she waved it off with “Oh, I have OCD. You wouldn’t understand”. I have OCD, and I still don’t understand. One time she invited me out with her friends from high school. I waited outside her building for two hours, while the other friends waited in the parking lot for two hours, because we didn’t know how to find each other. She eventually came outside at 10:30 pm. We went to Friendly’s. She made us stop at her house so she could grab something. We pulled up a long, winding driveway and stopped in a parking lot. At the end of the parking lot were stone stairs that lead up to a mansion on a hill. She ran inside and the rest of us stayed in the car, listening to High School Musical and talking about Supernatural. When she came out 40 minutes later we decided to try and prank her. It went wrong. We almost ran over her friend’s sister with the car. They invited me to a pumpkin patch. When I started complaining about my roommate, she asked me to move in with her. I thought about the other three girls who had seemingly gone missing. I politely declined. Six months after I left the school, I received a text from her asking for notes for an exam, and radio silence after that. I can’t find her on facebook. I fear she might have gone missing too.

- One night, as I was standing outside huddled in the cold, a boy came up and offered me a cigarette to help me stay warm. I turned it down, but he stood around talking to me for a few minutes afterwards. I felt absolutely no awkwardness at all. He was a musician from Colorado. He sang a bit of one of his songs. He was dropping out of school to go to California the next week. He told me I had beautiful eyes, but his were the most alive eyes I’ve ever seen so I couldn’t believe the compliment. We talked for about ten minutes and I fell a little bit in love. He had to rush off to a club meeting, but he told me he’d rather keep talking. He gave me the sweetest smile before he left. I didn’t get his last name or number and I never saw him again.

- There was a dance on Halloween. I couldn’t think of a sufficiently slutty yet classy costume, so I just went as Osgood from Doctor Who. When I got there there was a huge crowd, but people quickly grew bored and started leaving. There ended up being six people left (myself included). We stayed because we could see the upset faces of everyone who had planned the event, but actually had one of the most fun nights of my life. We- myself, the girl from across the hall, Trench Coat Boy, his tiny friend who never spoke, and a boy and girl I didn’t know who seemed to be professional dancers- danced nonstop for almost three hours. The strobe lights and poppy music solidified an unspoken bond. I had never and to this day haven’t felt as free as I did that night. The tiny quiet boy’s smile could have lit up a city. It’s etched into my mind. We all left the dance talking about the surreal feeling in the air, as if something had shifted. None of us ever mentioned the dance again. It’s still one of my fondest memories.

- For a solid month, there was someone in a gorilla costume running around campus.

- There was a rash of sexual assaults on campus. A gang of boys kept jumping girls in the woods. The only thing the school board did was give out free rape whistles at lunch one day. I missed that day, making me one of the only students on campus without a whistle. Later that night when I ordered pizza, the delivery guy tried to start up a conversation with me about all the assaults. He blamed the girls. I took back my tip.

- Sometimes the showers just…filled up with black sludge. No one knew why.

- The girls in the room next to me were very bizarre. They always shot me odd looks and whispered to each other constantly. I couldn’t figure out if they were sleeping together or not. They never washed their hands when we were in the bathroom.

- The doors to each dorm were thick and heavy and required effort to push them open. My roommate and I made sure to lock ours every night, and would triple check it. It swung open by itself almost every night. The channels on the tv would change with the remote equidistance away from us. Sometimes I heard humming in the showers when I was the only one in there.

- My roommate…deserves a whole separate post dedicated to her, honestly.

- She would call her mother and have her do her homework for her. She blasted music constantly, and it was either country or hard rap, nothing in between. She sexiled me constantly. I once walked in on anal. She’d meet guys on Tinder, fall in love with them after a couple of days, and then bring them into the school and into our room like it was no big deal. One of them made it clear he was a budding serial killer. She was in a new drama every week. One time someone called her a dilf on Yik Yak. She was firmly convinced her cousin was blonde because her aunt dyed her hair when she was pregnant. She tried her hardest to get me laid by a football player. She was the loudest drunk I’ve ever encountered. Honestly there’s just too much about her for this omfg

- John Zaffis, the famous paranormal researcher, came to the school on my birthday. I went because I’m a loser who’s been watching shows with him since I was a kid, and I was having a bad day so I decided it could be a treat. I sat in the front row. He held an uncomfortable amount of eye contact with me the entire presentation. He was impressed with my questions. He lamented about the fact he’s always cut out of movies or replaced by priests that look like him. He apparently came to the school every year around Halloween to do a ghost tour around the campus for the students. A girl allegedly killed herself in my floor’s bathroom. He apparently always got a lot of activity around the campus. Everyone in the freshman class started wondering if the rumors about the Native American burial ground were true.

- One time in “writing” class the teacher gave us a number and then whatever song came up as that when we put our music on shuffle we had to play for the class. I ended up with “Touch Me” from Spring Awakening. Midway through the song, the teacher from another class came to complain that they could hear everything. My teacher tried to defend that all music has an important message. “Molly, dear, tell her the message in this song!” I looked around the room and at the other teacher. “It’s about sex,” I said quietly. She stormed out of the room while the class started laughing.

- There was this girl that just had the natural ability to make anything boring. I feel bad saying that, because she’s such a sweet girl, and she’s smart, and she’s gorgeous, and she’s talented, but just…every time she says anything, it’s boring. I’m still friends with her on facebook, the talent transcends to writing as well. You could be having a fun, lively conversation and she could say something completely relevant to the point and yet it would still just be boring. It’s a baffling talent, I still don’t understand how she does it.

- There was a boy who’d come into my room. He lusted over my s’mores poptarts. He kept trying to hit the high notes in Broadway songs. He didn’t understand my sense of humor at all, so we both were constantly worried we were offending each other. He cried about Selena Gomez a lot.

- The dining hall only offered horrendous food. I had pasta almost every night because it was the only thing remotely edible. If you wanted good food, you had to go to Late Night, which was between like 10:30 and 1 I think??? They set it up specifically for stoners and people leaving parties. I was frequently the only sober person there. Except for the moths.

- The chief at the pasta place found out I like theater and got like…weirdly passionate about it. He kept telling me about different theater groups in the area and wanted to know if I was in the school musical. He asked me every time I went up for food.

- There was a disproportionate amount of large black birds to trees. It wasn’t hard to figure out why we so rarely saw smaller animals

- When I told my advisor I was thinking about leaving (mostly for financial reasons but also the fake classes were preventing me from getting an education I wanted, you know?), this little old man looked around his office as if checking for people listening in, then put his hand on top of mine, leaned in close, and whispered “Oh, you sweet little girl. Run as fast as you can.”

There’s definitely more but listen. This school was weird and fake and vaguely surreal and off-kilter. I am fully afraid that one day, years from now, I’m going to be driving through the back roads and pass the place where the campus should be, only I won’t find anything there at all, and won’t be able to find any trace of it ever existing. I won’t be able to find any record of it. I won’t be able to find a record of any of the people. Every time I think about this place I just get a weird feeling, like I somehow managed to escape the Twilight Zone but left a part of me behind in the process. Be careful when applying to college, kids.

How ‘Captain America: Steve Rogers’ Is Trying To Disassociate HYDRA From Nazis And Why It Won’t Work

I’ve written about this on Twitter a few times, but I think it’s worth getting down all in one place. In the pages of Captain America: Steve Rogers it was revealed that Steve — through Cosmic Cube related shenanigans — is actually a member of HYDRA and is seeking to install said group into power. A lot of people are mad about this because HYDRA are Nazis, but the comic is working very hard to make the argument that they’re not. I don’t agree with that argument, but I think it’s important to look at how it is being made.

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I just wanted to let everyone know how important it is to be kind and accepting of others, because I just got a very big reminder of how much your words can impact others. Let’s just start by saying I’ve been debating whether or not to continue a hobby for quite some time. Today, I was working at this hobby when a lady made a nasty comment to me. That was all it took to shove me ever closer to the side of quitting. She only said a few words to me and she may have just severely altered my life by it. So, I just wanted to remind everyone to be kind. You don’t know what another person might have went through that day, or how your comment might affect them. Please spread positivity and kindness, because just the opposite of what I mentioned here could happen too. Your kindness could brighten someone’s day or even go as far as to save their life!

Theory: Caliborn Wrote The Ending, with proof

Hello. I’ve never really done a proper theory post before, but I really hope I can manage to make my points clear? Because this is something I feel strongly about.

First of all, today is October 28th 2016, Homestuck had its Credits three days ago, and Hussie has been hinting at an Epilogue to come. Many people really want the Epilogue, because they feel Homestuck’s ending was unsatisfying. The reasons for this, and whether I agree with them or not, are up for debate and are more complex than they seem. But one reason people have proposed is that Hussie grew tired of writing Homestuck and just whipped up an ending. That is the viewpoint I absolutely disagree with, and I believe I can (if not prove) make a convincing case against. Which means I believe I can make a convincing case for the suggestion that Hussie had this entire ending planned, including people’s dissatisfaction with the ending and the reasons why they found it unsatisfying.

So then. What was the ending, again? Let’s describe it from the perspective of one who didn’t like the ending.

John finds his way into a rewritten world where his friends are not really the friends he knows. Roxy is dead here, indirectly killed by John’s own choice (but it’s okay because we know the real Roxy is still alive). The protagonists fight the Big Bad witch and inexplicably kill her with one lucky blow off-screen. A wolf thing, presented as a dire threat, has nothing to do with the actual fight and is neutralized and appeased naturally. A robotic killer is threatening but ultimately blows itself up. The audience is rewarded with, essentially, fanart of Homestuck characters being affectionate with each other. The audience is pissed off by this turn of events; after all that was built up, suddenly our favourite characters are being drawn by other people, suddenly all plot seems to have been forgotten and just strung together with contrivances. It feels like an insult to everything we’ve come to admire. The next Act, instead of providing more answers, we just get anime, and still not drawn by Hussie. A little while later, we hear again from the story, and we see our focal point character is despondent and mournful, deciding ultimately to take action and leaving us on a cliffhanger.

(I gave this description on Reddit, though I added the last sentence specifically for this post)

That is the ending, right? Let’s go over it again.

John finds his way into a retconned timeline, where the art is predominantly a different style than Hussie’s conventional (and when it is Hussie’s, it is “fast and loose”).

His friends are there, but John is consciously aware that they’re not literally the same people he has known all his life. 


John’s very act of arriving in this retconned timeline (his Choice with Typheus in A6A6I4) necessitated that the new Roxy would have to die (which is okay because there is still the old Roxy).


The new John died before we came to this timeline.

The protagonists fight the witch (Batterwitch), the wolf (Jack), and the robot (different Jack).


The witch is inexplicably killed with one lucky blow. (The audience is rewarded with “fanart” of Homestuck characters being affectionate with each other, including a wedding.)


A wolf thing, presented as a dire threat, has nothing to do with the actual fight and is neutralized and appeased naturally, non-lethally.


A robotic killer is threatening but ultimately blows itself up.

The audience is pissed off by this turn of events; after all that was built up, suddenly our favourite characters are being drawn by other people, suddenly all plot seems to have been forgotten and just strung together with contrivances.


The next Act, instead of providing more answers, we just get anime, and still not drawn by Hussie.


A little while later, we hear again from the story (Credits), and we see our focal point character (John) is despondent and mournful…

…deciding ultimately to take action (fight Caliborn) and leaving us on a cliffhanger leading presumably up to the Masterpiece.

Does this… make sense? Do you see why I personally believe this whole “ending” is just another ruse, another instance of Homestuck being shaped like itself?

Essays in Existentialism: Footy

International Soccer Player Star Lexa au is and forever will be my dream

The heat rolled off of the pavement in the afternoon. Stagnant and ornery, it listlessly bullied everyone in the streets until they were just as uncomfortable and oppressed, just as mad, just as sweaty and tired and beat up like the harsh summer day. The bustle of the street didn’t stop though, despite the heat, despite the heaviness. Instead, people milled about as best the could, fanning themselves with their hands or papers or ducking into stores, eating ice cream, and failing against nature itself.

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random sentence starters!

here’s a list of dialogue prompts that you can request from bc i love making these and they totally help with writer’s block!! so feel free to send in a number and a muse :-) **i’ll probably continue to add on to this as time goes on btw

  1. ❝i think about it every day and every night.❞
  2. ❝i.. i can’t stay..❞
  3. ❝what did you just call me?❞ 
  4. ❝i couldn’t care less. i’m with you right now, that’s all that matters.❞ 
  5. ❝please, don’t go. don’t leave me.❞ 
  6. ❝you still love her, huh?❞ 
  7. ❝frankly, my dear, i don’t give a damn❞ 
  8. ❝i’m not ready for them to find out about us.❞ 
  9. ❝it was always you.❞ 
  10. ❝you’re a coward.❞ 
  11. ❝it certainly took them long enough.❞ 
  12. ❝you’re the best part of me.❞ 
  13. ❝stay the night. please.❞ 
  14. ❝well, well. my night just got better.❞ 
  15. ❝my life would be so boring if you weren’t in it.❞ 
  16. ❝i didn’t think love existed until i met you.❞ 
  17. ❝when were you going to tell me?❞ 
  18. ❝[name], you look tired. come to bed.❞ 
  19. ❝i want to marry you.❞ 
  20. ❝you’ll be fine, i promise.❞ 
  21. ❝please get up.❞ 
  22. ❝you know i’m/we’re here for you, right?❞ 
  23. ❝don’t look at me like that.❞ 
  24. ❝your lips are so soft. i could kiss them all day.❞ 
  25. ❝i can’t fall in love with you. i don’t want all the pain that comes with that.❞ 
  26. ❝it’s nice that your voice was the first thing i heard today.❞ 
  27. ❝aww, you’re blushing like a rose!❞ 
  28. ❝you don’t need to leave so soon.❞ 
  29. ❝i can’t believe i got the first date, let slone the first year!❞ 
  30. ❝i don’t think i can do this without you.❞ 
  31. ❝i tried to move on but nobody is you.❞ 
  32. ❝you know, [name], i’m glad we’re here together.❞ 
  33. ❝hello, i’m [name], and i’m completely available.❞ 
  34. ❝i never wanted any of this to happen to you.❞ 
  35. ❝whatever it takes, isn’t that what you said?❞ 
  36. ❝i’d give up so much to have another chance.❞ 
  37. ❝you think i wanted all this?!❞ 
  38. ❝i made mistakes.. and i can’t keep pretending they didn’t happen.❞ 
  39. ❝you made mistakes.. and you can’t keep pretending they didn’t happen.❞ [for a angstier fic] 
  40. ❝this is what life’s about.❞ 
  41. ❝i’m just saying.. please believe in something.❞ 
  42. ❝you’re going to be fine.❞ 
  43. ❝it’s easier to be by myself.❞ 
  44. ❝i made i promise and now it seems that i won’t be able to keep it.❞ 
  45. ❝they don’t hate you.❞ 
  46. ❝i’m an open book.❞ 
  47. ❝i’m not going to stop leaving marks until I’m sure that every knows you’re mine.❞ 
  48. ❝look! the is so beautiful tonight!❞ 
  49. ❝if you shut up people might actually think you’re smart.❞ 
  50. ❝you have something in your hair.. um–do you want me to get it out?❞ 
  51. ❝look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but i’m still worried about you. no one deserves to be alone.❞ 
  52. ❝you could’ve died, you know?❞ 
  53. ❝can i offer you a drink?❞ 
  54. ❝coming here was your idea.❞ 
  55. ❝chin up. there’s always next time.❞ 
  56. ’Fine’? Are you mad?❞ 
  57. ❝there are rules. even for one such as you.❞ 
  58. ❝there is a thin line between a martyr and a fool.❞ 
  59. ❝oh, c’mon! i came all this way.❞ 
  60. ❝shame.  i kind of liked you.❞ 
  61. ❝i still believe there is a good person in you.❞ 
  62. ❝you’re kidding right? Right?❞ 
  63. ❝i knew this day would come.. sooner or later.❞ 
  64. ❝i’ll be fine, i promise.❞ 
  65. ❝i just want to hold you.❞ 
  66. ❝you know we belong together. i knew it the first time i saw you, and you know it, too. i know you do.❞ 
  67. ❝could i sit here? all the other tables are full.❞ 
  68. ❝i came here to explain and i’m not leaving until you listening.❞ 
  69. ❝stay alive for me, please.❞ 
  70. ❝i promise.❞ 
  71. ❝you’re the best part of me.❞ 
  72. ❝are you really taking their side against mine?❞ 
  73. ❝i had to see you again.❞ 
  74. ❝help me understand.❞ 
  75. ❝look, i don’t have much time, but i wanted to tell you that i love you.❞ 
  76. ❝no one needs to know.❞
  77. ❝you people are insufferable.❞ 
  78. ❝yes, s/he is.. s/he’s perfect.❞ 
  79. ❝i don’t believe i’ve introduced myself properly. how rude of me!❞ 
  80. ❝may i ask for a name to put to a lovely face?❞ 
  81. ❝just hold me.❞ 
  82. ❝i’m with you, okay? always.❞ 
  83. ❝s/he started it!❞ 
  84. ❝i didn’t realize i needed your permission.❞ 
  85. ❝everyone i’ve loved has either died or left me and i’ll be damned if you name is added to that list.❞ 
  86. ❝how could you let this happen?!❞ 
  87. ❝i’ll be fine love.❞ 
  88. ❝stop worrying so much! i’m grown i can take care of myself!❞ 
  89. ❝if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you’re trying to seduce me.❞ 
  90. ❝i wish i never even met her/him!❞ 
  91. ❝you thought you had a choice?❞ 
  92. ❝i don’t have a choice, [name].❞ 
  93. ❝you’ll do amazing, just like always.❞ 
  94. ❝you’re ridiculously comfortable..❞ 
  95. ❝a little cuddling won’t kill you, i promise.❞ 
  96. ❝i always sleep better when you’re here with me.❞ 
  97. ❝it isn’t up for debate.❞ 
  98. ❝you’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this.❞ 
  99. ❝i can’t do this anymore.. not with you..❞ 
  100. ❝i’ve had a rough day and honestly all i want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.❞ 
The Seven Days of Hell - LWTM #1

Imagine: Living with the Marauders and when that time of the month comes around, no one knows what to do. Well, except Sirius. He has a plan. Plus, this gif of Sirius.

Originally posted by helloimaginesgalore

Sirius walked into the kitchen, clutching a calendar and a cigarette. He was in scarlet and gold pajama pants, a pair of your rainbow colored toe socks, hair tousled and wand tucked behind his ear. Remus sat at the kitchen table, clutching the Daily Prophet and a cup of coffee. James sat in another chair, eyes closed. Peter sat across from him, lazily levitating the pepper shaker into the air and moving it up and down, occasionally sprinkling some in James Potter’s hair. 

“It is the first day of the seven days of hell,” Sirius announced, holding the calendar up and pointing to the date. The block had ‘the flood begins’ in red marker in James’ handwriting inside it. Remus put the paper down and took a sip of his coffee, staring at Sirius with raised eyebrows. James’ eyes shot open. Peter lowered the pepper shaker. Sirius spoke again, “I fear while this day will be full of terrible, treacherous trials, it will not be the worst of them. Tomorrow, I feel, will be the most intense battle of these seven days of dangerous conflicts. Today, we will prepare ourselves secretly, while also making the day more tolerable for our dearest Y/N.” 

“And how to you propose we do that, Pads?” Remus asked. 

“Ah, Moony, my skeptical mate, I have been up all night preparing,” Sirius answered, tapping the calendar with his wand and making it vanish. “In my eight hours of debate with myself on how to go about this correctly, I have decided the best way to accomplish a twelve hour truce with the bleeding, brooding beast is simply breakfast in bed.”

“Well,” James piped up. “I think that’s a great plan, Sirius. But, I must say that the best way to start off this genius plan is not to call Y/N a bleeding, brooding beast.” 

“My apologies, Prongs,” Sirius said with a smug smirk. “A moment of weakness, my friend, a moment of fear. Now, since this is my wonderfully thought out, foolproof, perfect plan, I’ve decided that I’m captain of this operation. So, with that being said - Moony, get on the eggs! Peter, there’s fresh oranges in the cupboard. Make our girl the best glass of O.J. she’ll ever taste! Prongs, the bacon, boy! Get to work!” 

Remus stood up, depositing his coffee cup in the sink, and moving towards the stove, “And just what will you be doing, Padfoot?” 

“What will I be doing?” Sirius asked incredulously. “I, Moony, will be making the most perfectly toasted, precisely buttered toast for our dearest housemate!” 

With this being said and orders being distributed, the kitchen was launched into a chaos of shuffling feet, sizzling grease, and Sirius marching around with his toast, barking orders at everyone. In twenty minutes, Y/N’s breakfast was done and plated wonderfully. Sirius had prepared a cute wooden tray with a sky blue plate filled with eggs, bacon, and toast upon it. On it also sat a glass of orange juice and tucked under the plate was a chocolate frog, courtesy of Remus. Beside her plate was a small bowl of sliced strawberries and a fork wrapped in a napkin. 

Sirius, James, Peter, and Remus all stood huddled around it, contemplating. Peter let out a sigh, “Do you think this is enough? For a truce?” 

“It has to be,” Sirius answered. “Anything else would be far too much of a risk. It wouldn’t be thought through. Not foolproof.” 

With a shaky breath, James hoisted the tray into the air with his wand, “I’ll go first.” 

“Thank you for your sacrifice, James,” Sirius nodded, following him up the stairs. They walked in a straight, tense line. James, then Sirius, Peter behind him, and Remus taking up the rear. They reached the door much faster than any of them would’ve liked. 

“She likes you the best Moony,” Peter hissed. “You knock.” 

“Oh, absolutely not,” Remus replied hastily with a grin. “She definitely fancies James.”

With a small squeak, James raised his hand to the door and knocked thrice. They all stood outside awaiting a response. Seconds later, they received one. A sleepy voice on the inside croaked out, “Come in.” 

Peter pushed open the door and James strutted through, hoisting your food through the door and over to you, allowing it to land gently in your lap. The orange juice barely sloshed. Remus spoke first as Y/N gawked silently at them. He grinned, “This is our offering, O’ Bloody One.” 

Sirius’ eyes went wide and he kicked Remus in the shin. But, you were laughing. The tension in the room fell and the boys all slumped with relief. You smiled down at your breakfast and back up at the Marauders. “You boys are so sweet.” 

“Anything for our girl,” Sirius grinned. 

Silence filled the room like a gas and the boys just stood there, watching you chomp down on bacon. After two pieces, you rolled your eyes, “Well c’mon then, loves. Are we not going to have a lovely breakfast and make fun of the muggle television this morning?” 

With grunts and giggled, the boys all snuggled into your king size bed. James inched in beside you, snaking arm arm around your waist. Sirius plopped a pillow down on your legs, laying horizontally across the bed, head on your legs. Peter filed in on your other side, laying his head on your shoulder. Remus placed himself in the space between James and Sirius, sticking a pillow on James’ stomach and leaning against it, sprawling his legs out across Sirius’ torso. James turned on the TV with a click of a button. 

A blonde newswoman appeared on the screen pointing at what appeared to be a cold front. You grinned to yourself as James pressed a kiss to your cheek and Sirius started giggling about the misspelling of the word front on the screen. 

“What kind of word is ‘fornt’?” he asked, laughing. 

Faking your period had to be one of the best things you’d ever done.

LWTM #2: https://sleekeazyz.tumblr.com/post/161009704193/the-black-cat-flu-lwtm-2
|Late Night Conversations| R.MANTLE /PART ONE\

It was hard day for me. My arm is bandaged, it hurt like shit but I have this thing for you and I hope you’ll like it. 

Funny story: I came up with this idea when my doctor pulled the glass out of my skin. I’m good fam. I’m a survivor ;)) 

IMAGINE ABOUT: Reggie and reader kinda had ‘a thing’ with eachother but when Jason Blossom death comes out. Reggie immediately leaves the city leaving her with nothing but her feelings. 


I’m not supposed to be like this. 

I’m not supposed to be the sad girl who doesn’t know where the hell she’s going and what the fuck she’s doing. I’m not supposed to care too much about what anyone thinks and I’m not supposed to let words affect my choices. 

I’m supposed to be that bitchy, funny maybe a little nice girl that hungs out with her friends on weekends and goes to an average school to pursue average career. 

So far. I’ve menaged to let one person change up my life like a span of a few months. What’s killing me? I think some part of me thinks I’m supposed to be the girl who cares too much for her own good. 

My parents don’t understand me. I don’t blame them. I fucking love my parents but sometimes, I just need a break. I need a break from a lot of people and I need a break to recycle my old self to keep anyone from getting in and ripping my heart to shreds. 

Sort of like how I’m feeling right now. 

There’s no way to better describe this feelng other than the fact that I’ve tried to drown my feelings multiple times, only to find out those fuckers can swim and do  water tricks as well. 

Exams have been like hell, although I did imagine this week to consist of Reggie kissing up my neck as I study. I shouldn’t even be thinking about this, he’s gone, whatever, he didn’t choose me so fuck him right?

It’s been a few days since Reggie left, and a few days since Archie and I last spoke . Archie and I have been making eye contact at most, and I can tell by the look in his eyes that he has so much to say but can’t. 
I’ve ignored his glances and ignored his silent plea’s to confess to him my true feelings and opinion, so far it’s been good. 

In other news speaking, Reggie’s been leaving me numerous messages, in all shapes and sizes, and every single on of them made my feeling stronger than a rock.

iMessage from Reggie:

i feel sad i dont like this 

(read: 11:34pm 12/04/2017) 





iMessage from: Reggie

i let you down and i know that, but im gonna need u to not give up on me okay?

(read: 9:10am: 13/04/2017) 




iMessage from: Reggie

i dont know what is it or what we are but all i know is that im here in the middle of nowhere hungover as fuck by myself thinking of you and only you

(read: 2:47pm 14/14/2017) 




iMessage from: Reggie

i dont know what to do

(read: 9;15pm  14/14/2017) 




iMessage from Reggie: 

youre mine 

(read: 1:42am 15/04/2017) 




iMessage from Reggie: 

baby girl 

please let me know ur okay

(read: 1:45am 15/04/2017) 



iMessage from Reggie: 

i miss you like crazy 

(read: 1:50am 15/04/2017) 




iMessage from Reggie: 


im not to blame i swear to you

im so scared 


(read: 3:05am 16/05/2017) 

I sat there re-reading every message he sent, analyzing over the words and thinking about what he meand by all of them. This alien feeling in my stomach makes my eyes water whenever and my lips quiver as I read. I don’t know this feeling, and I don’t like this. Reggie’s that kind of persons, he’s the kind I think I’d never be fully mad at. 

I lay in my bed in the late at night. Thinking of nothing but Reggie’s body an my last fucking exam tommorow morning. I like this quietness, althought it would be better with Reggie. Fuck. I should stop thinking like that. I like the moonlight at this time and I like the feeling on my skin against the bed. I like it, all that it is

Just as I was about to exit my messages app, it scrolls back down to Reggie’s chat, notifying me of a new message. 

iMessage from Reggie

i wanna go home 

you read that in 2 second, u were waiting for me? please tell me u were waiting for me 

i miss your lips 

so damn much i could almost taste them 


(read: 3:27am) 


I feel so tempted to reply back. To tell him that thoughs of him have taken over my brain and I can’t help but feel like shit although he’s the one doing all the demage. He’s the one who walked out when I asked him to come clean with me, and he’s the one running away now for a reason he won’t bother telling me. 

I need to stop reminding myself that we’re not together. He can do whatever the hell he wants and i have nothing to say in it whatsoever. I can’t even allow myself to be mad at him. 

I debate in my head wheter I sould reply to ease this misery, knowing he’d been messaging me desperately for the past few days. I miss him like hell. If this is what it felt like not having his arms curled up around my body and his hair tickling my neck. I can only imagine what it would feel like withouth him at all. I decide to message him, a reply something he said says ago. My fingers type the words, staring at them for a few seconds before I press send. 

iMessage to: Reggie

I’m yours 


iMessage from: Reggie 

really?? u decide to text me back when i go to pee? now im happy and the pee wont come out properly 


iMessage to: Reggie

where r u? 


iMessage from Reggie 


im scared and im tired and i just want you 

i fucked up so bad princess, like i always do, but i want you so fucking bad 



iMessage to Reggie

you already have me 




iMessage from Reggie 

now 

i want you now 


iMessage to Reggie

my heart hurts Reggie 

and the only person i can tell is the person who hurt me 

you 

so fuck you 


iMessage from: Reggie

you dont understand 


iMessage to Reggie 

then explain, cause i cant go through this, im not someone you can play with and throw away, talk to me, im beggining you to talk to me 


iMessage from Reggie: 

park on 5th, right fucking now! 



PART TWO

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IMAGINE Yuta...

SO FUCKING YUTA LOOKS GOOD AS SHIT AND I COULDNT HOLD MYSELF BACK FROM THIS ONE OKAY. DONT FUCKINH DEBATE WITH ME IM TIRED AND YUTA IS JUST SIDKSHSKSHS

ahem, anyway… 

Originally posted by neotechs


  • Imagine Yuta being that total asshole cocky kid that goes to your college 
  • don’t tell me I know thats the complete opposite of him okay
  • anyway, one day during the 3 hour break you have between your classes
  • you’re like sitting down in the courtyard
  • studying, being a gOOD CHILD 
  • and Winwin walks up to you like the little squish he is 
  • and he’s like “hey (Y/n), I brought a friend with me if you don’t mind” 
  • and you’re all smiles because “any friend of Sicheng’s is a friend of mine” 
  • lol hunnyyyy mistake   
  • Yuta plops down in across from you - adjacent from Winwin 
  • and you’re like “Hi, I’m (Y/n), I’m a (insert major) major. Nice to meet you,” and you’re all polite and everything 
  • and this bOY IS LIKE “I’m Yuta.” iN LIKE THE STANKEST ATTITUDE 
  • and you lean over to Sicheng and you’re like “Is he always like this?” 
  • and the poor beb doesn’t know what’s wrong with his friend today. 
  • and he explains that he’s not normally like that,,, 
  • so being the nice person you are, you brush it off and assume he’s having a bad day 
  • and skip to another day you guys meet 
  • your friend is like a dance major or something 
  • and she always talks about Yuta and how he’s hot and a great dancer and actor and singer 
  • and just a great performer overall 
  • and one day while you’re strolling through the performing arts section of the uni
  • you see Yuta 
  • and he’s like dancing to this song 
  • and suddenly it’s very cliche in here you find yourself watching him from outside the door
  • he dances so gracefully and it’s honestly extremely pleasing to the eye 
  • and then the music stops and he turns around and for some reason 
  • you just duck, as if you were spying on him in secret
  • well technically you were spying on him, but you didn’t mean to do it in secret
  • it just happened
  • you were ducked on the lower non-glass part of the door 
  • and you thought you were good 
  • so you start crawling away for some reason 
  • and he comes out of the practice room and he’s like 
  • “uh…. (Y/n)? Why are you crawling on the floor?” 
  • and your face goes red as you stand back up and dust your clothes off and you’re like 
  • “why are you standing?” and as soon as you say it, you regret it 
  • but he laughs yeA HE LAUGHS GIVING YOU ONEOF THOSE ADORABLE LAUGHS AND SMILES 
  • And he’s like “because we normally stand on the floor, not crawl.” 
  • and you’re still embarrassed so you’re like “so why don’t you stand in the practice room and let me crawl out here!” 
  • and he just laughs harder and the further this conversation goes the more stupid you look 
  • when he’s done laughing, he looks at you and says “I saw you watching me dance from the mirror, so I wanted to invite you in.” 
  • and you go even more red (if thats even possible)
  • he steps out from underneath the door frame and goes to grab your hand
  • your obvious redness telling him that you’d probably enjoy the company seeming like you didn’t have anything to do anyway 
  • pulling you inside the room he gives a smile more of a smirk as he walks towards the radio
  • “You wanna dance with me?” He’d ask
  • “oh no I don-”
  • “Come on it’ll be fun! Loosen up a bit.” 
  • and without another word, he just pulls you over to the middle of the room 
  • and teaches you some moves 
  • and it’s honestly so tiring, yet so fun 
  • after an hour or so, you guys are both extremely tired 
  • and you’re leaning against the mirror 
  • and he looks over at your tired self and smiles as you give a smile back
  • “Stop staring,” you warn
  • “How could I stop staring at something so beautiful?”

Originally posted by nctinfo

My Stephen Furst moment

Stephen Fursts’s passing yesterday left a sadness over father’s day weekend. I’ve carried a dull ache in my chest all day. I never met him in person, but through watching his roles on television and film – specifically his character Vir on Babylon 5 – I got to know the sweet actor, director, father, grandfather, and friend that was Stephen Furst from a distance. This left me wanting to share my moment with Stephen. 

A couple months ago I requested Stephen’s friendship on facebook, and when he approved me I sent him a note. I told him how much I loved his work on Babylon 5 and that I hoped he was doing well, and he actually saw it and messaged back to say thank you and wish me the same. It wasn’t much of a moment, but it was MY moment, and I hope it made him smile. I’m glad I had the courage to reach out when I did. 

A (brief) Voltron PSA about HELMETS!

Hello my small family of watchers! I love each and every one of you precious people. And because you are precious to me, I’ve decided to talk about HELMETS! Here are our favorite Paladins all lookin’ snazzy and SAFE in their helmets:

Let’s talk about this for a second: they’re inside of their practically indestructible LIONS and they are still wearing HELMETS. Can we just appreciate this extra level of safety for a second?!

MEANWHILE IRL, here is what happens when you wear a helmet:

This was my helmet from a little over a year ago after a cycling accident. I literally have no memory of how I went from riding down a hill to getting my face literally peeled from the asphalt. My helmet cracked in 3 pieces: the visor, the foam and the outer shell. 

Keep reading to see what happened and what I look like now! 

Below is my face a day after the accident (all bandaged up and swollen and gross lookin’ but ALIVE and NOT DEAD):

SEE? NOT DEAD. In a world of pain, but not dead. 


AND NOW FOR A FACE REVEAL

DRUMROLL PLEASE

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Face reveal (a little over a year later)

SEE? NOT UGLY OR SCARRED (up for debate but w/e I don’t have to hide my face anyway)

I know wearing your helmet may feel like this sometimes: 

But when you know you’re safe you’ll feel like this:

So be safe, kiddos. Wear your helmets! <3 

Notes Pt. II – Zach Dempsey x Reader

Summary: 13 Reasons Why. On tape number 7, as we all know, is the chapter of Zach Dempsey and the “joke” that makes Hannah with the note in her bag.

Request.  Part 2 to notes please?”

“If it is okay can you make a part 2. For the Zack Dempsey x reader notes story please? You’re writing is amazing

“Second part to Zach Dempsey x Reader"Notes" pleaseeee💜🙏🏽😍

I heard this song while I was writing.

Words: 2746

Reader’s point of view.

Enjoy it!

Don’t miss Pt. I


Your name: submit What is this?

The next few days became more or less normal. The atmosphere in the communication class had been regulated, that is to say, with a sideways notice that Hannah Baker’s bag was again having those drawings of rabbits, her smile was coming back and on more than one occasion caught her looking at Zach every time she took out her paper from her bag, as if she still didn’t believe that he had really stopped teasing her about it. The one who didn’t even cross glances with him, was me.

I avoided the temptation to give him even a sidelong glance, I knew he was there, because I heard his voice, his laughter and sometimes another comment during the debates, and I was intimidated by his presence, I preferred not to speak, because I didn’t want to  be noticed, not by him, even though I knew it was impossible, because sometimes I felt like someone was staring at my back, It couldn’t be someone other than him. And I simply avoided it, because I didn’t know what to say after reading his note and that, practically made him angry when faced with something that, as he had said, was none of my business.

Me and my stupid reactions to seeing an unjust and immature act. Maybe it was Hannah’s words said in the hallway that softened my heart. I had never heard a voice as broken and hurt as her own. I was struck by the fact that for some people a detail as small as that of anonymous compliments in a paper bag could be really important and for others it was simply a gesture that helped them to raise their ego or just let it go, take it only as a boring project, which had to be carried out to get a good grade with the teacher. No one passed the teacher’s smile when she saw her students take notes from their paper bags. As for me, I had totally gone from mine. I was afraid, what if there was some note from Zach? Would it take me so long to read it again? What if he said that he regretted the first one he had left me? I didn’t want to wreck my heart any more than I already had it today. It seemed i had missed a chance with the boy i was in love with. Bravo for me.

Underneath my folder I took out a small piece of paper folded in half, I twirled my fingers indecisively, it wasn’t the note of Zach or another person, this time, it was one written by me for Zach Dempsey. On one impulse i had written “Yes, I want to go out with you” but my cowardice prevented me from leaving it in his paper bag at some point. And I had not written it today. The day I confronted him, I arrived at my house, went to my desk and immediately wrote it. I have carried this note for more than forty-eight hours, waiting for the moment when I had a fit of courage and do it. I didn’t feel brave on this day, either.

The doorbell rang and I jumped. I had completely lost the notion of time and above all, the interesting debate of the class. I didn’t move. I had become accustomed to waiting for the player to go out first and away enough, then I would sit for a few seconds at my desk, waiting for the note to fly out of my hand and end up in his bag. That was the way I was until I was alone in the classroom, and today was no exception. I closed my folder slowly, hoping to prolong my air of cowardice, I got up and taking my things and I walked to the bags. I pretended to check mine, there were at least four but I ignored them. My stomach contracted as I headed for Zach’s. I held the note in the air, if I released it I would fall inside. My hands trembled as I imagined different scenarios about his reactions as he read it. Would he smile? Would he throw it in the trash can? Would he look at me with a bad face? Or would he make fun of me? I was about to let go, but finally I held it in my fist and left the classroom as soon as I could. Y/N, 0 - Cowardice, 3.

When I was under pressure, stressed or alert, one of my effective methods was to go to Monet’s and order my favorite drink while I sat at one of the tables and watched life pass before my eyes. It was common for me to go there alone, from time to time I went with my friends but this time I didn’t want a kind of company. So, here I was, with the drink in front of me, my eyes scanning it as if there was something suspicious in it and the small but lethal note at my side, shouting at me to give it to his sender, to stop being such a coward, i lost more opportunities. I began to drink by sips, ignoring the calls of my mind for a piece of paper and a little wrinkled. The point of being here was to lower my heart rate to a remotely normal one, not to continue tormenting me for what I do and what not.

The doorbell rang. Voices began to announce themselves as if it were a party. My body tensed when one of them stood out more than the others. Zach stood out for having a pleasantly serious voice. I fixed my eyes on the drink just after hiding my note in the bag of my jacket, better safe than sorry … or face. And I couldn’t face Zach Dempsey on matters of the heart, for my own sake.

Bad luck pursued me, indeed, it was one of my faithful friends. The basketball team passed me, without turning to see me, or at least the majority. Finally they settled on a table a few meters from mine. Zach passed slowly and then, looked at me. I looked back at him and he smiled, but in a gesture barely visible, and that if I had blinked, I would have missed it. My breath stopped and I swore my face began to redden. Suddenly I lost the taste for my drink and in my mind, I ended up turning the table and running out of the place … and the city. But I forced myself to remain there, unconsciously clutched my hands to the chair, fearing that my body would take control and get me out of here. Sometimes, in intense moments, one acted by pure instinct. This time it wasn’t going to happen to me. Again I shared an “intimate look” with my drink. I had seen it more than I did, but I couldn’t turn anywhere, much less to my right. I decided that, I would finish my drink and with all the calm of the world, apparently, would leave of here. As if I didn’t care, as if his presence didn’t disturb me.

But, when I drank the last sip and was practically already taking my wallet, the chair in front of me moved. I swallowed so quickly that I felt drowned, I had to restrain myself as I raised my eyes to my new table mate, who more than the best basketball player of Liberty High. Zach Dempsey stared at me in silence, his hands folded across the table. His eyes bulged me and I suddenly felt that he made me small in my place. I had no escape, or perhaps if i was beginning to think it a good idea to run, although behind me i would leave stunned eyes, and, why not, laughs full of mockery. I didn’t calculate how long we looked at each other, it seemed like a competition, to see who gave up first and decided to speak, though, why should I? I wasn’t the one who invaded my table. He had the obligation to start a conversation, he was the one who sat down and also disturbed my ideas and instincts. I was grateful that he couldn’t hear the beating of my heart, it seemed that I had run a marathon.

“Are you mad at me?” He finally gave in.

But it took me a few seconds to find my voice.

“Should I?” I mumbled.

Little by little I relaxed, reminding myself that Zach wouldn’t kill me. We argued for some nonsense, it was even funny because we were not friends or anything, it even seemed to be our first real conversation. Maybe now we would talk like two civilized people. At least I would try.

“Because of … you know” He sighed and I shrugged “Y/N, you haven’t looked at me for more than two days, in fact, this is the first time you look at me”

Then he realized, anyway, it wasn’t like i was trying to hide it.

“I’m not mad at you, Zach, I still think it was an immature act, but you were right it’s not my business.” He nodded and I set my glass aside. “Besides, why do you care if I’m mad at you or not?” Really, Y/N? Do you really ask that after reading his note? “I thought and wanted to punch my forehead.

"I don’t know”

“We aren’t friends” I said.

“We could be,” he said softly.

I almost smiled. But I didn’t know what to say. Actually yes, I should have already let go that I had finally read his note and that the answer was in my jacket. I could slip it to him and go. I had to do it. Come on, Y/N, you can do it. You’re no longer a coward. You’re talking to him after days, it’s a good start.

My hand flew to the pocket of my jacket, ready to take out the note and leave it on the table. I opened my mouth to finish with this, I shuddered.

“I have a lot of homework, so …”

I dropped into place. I took my hand away from my pocket, took my backpack from the floor, protected my chest with the folder and got up quickly. I appreciated that my order was already paid, now I would only be in charge of fast home and lock myself in my room, possibly hiding under the sheets. If, speaking of immature acts, I was about to make one as well.

I felt the keys in my pocket as I made my way to the parking lot, the faster I got out of here, the more I would breathe normally.

“Y/N!”

I stopped, although I shouldn’t have done it. I turned acting more for the attraction to his voice and saw Zach trot straight for me. New opportunity I should not be wasted.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure”

I dropped at my own risk.

“Did you read my note?”

This is my opportunity. My lips were sealed, I had to, I had to answer him, I had to give him the note and stay here to observe when he read it and watch his reactions. I smiled. It was the right time and perfect.

But again, cowardice took possession of my mind.

“No, Zach, I’m sorry”

I quickly took the keys from my car and ran towards this one. Already inside I felt safe but so damn bad for lied, but above all, to have wasted what may have been my last chance.

It was midnight and I lay on my bed looking at the ceiling. My homework was ready and even my room was strangely clean. I had made sure that once I got home I would keep my mind occupied. I even volunteered to wash the dinner plates, when, normally, I was forced to do so. I also cleaned the kitchen and made sure to make an exhaustive inventory of the missing supplies. Maybe tomorrow I would offer to do the shopping, that wasn’t my task but if I kept my mind away from guilt, I would gladly accept it. But what could i do in hours when i should already be asleep? Especially when I didn’t have a hint of sleep. I turned around in bed, closed my eyes, counted sheep, and even listened to some music, but nothing, my mind was so awake. The damn fault didn’t leave me alone when I wanted to rest.

The screen on my phone light up, I picked it up again and noticed that an unknown number had sent me a message. I opened it and almost fell out of bed by surprise.

Get out of your house for a moment, please. - Zach

“What the hell?” I whispered looking at my window in a useless gesture, because it was covered by the curtains.

My heart fluttered and I got up, taking a sweater in my wake. The advantage is that the entrance door didn’t make noise when it opened, I could easily exit. I seized the impulse before I returned to my room to hide and pretend I had not seen the message, but I couldn’t live with two faults.

Zach was leaning in his car with his hands hidden in his pockets. He looked so damn handsome that I wanted to cry at that moment. A little frightened I approached him encounter, I hugged myself, wanting to protect myself from a danger that didn’t even exist, at least not physically, I wanted to convince myself of that.

“How do you have my number?” I let go as soon as I was close to him to speak in a low voice. The last thing i wanted was to wake the whole street. Besides, I’d be in trouble if I was outside at this hour.

“I didn’t come to talk about that,” he replied, too serious for my taste.

“Then why are you here?”

“I came to give you back something you left lying on Monet’s”

I quickly made a memory of whether something was missing, but everything seemed to be in order. Was it just an excuse to come here? What if he pulled something out and I had to pretend it belonged to me just not to “hurt” him? Probably someone sat in my place after I left, and it was that other person who forgot something.

I wanted the earth to swallow me when Zach reached into his pocket and handed me a folded piece of paper. I knew that note well. The world began to spin, I dropped my arms at my sides and stammered. My eyes traveled from the paper to his eyes, in these i could see that he had read its contents. I swallowed.

“Oh, God,” I whispered, putting a hand to my forehead.

“Now we are on hand, Y/N” He said with a smile “You read the note that I fell, now I read the one you left”

I looked at him, not knowing what to answer. I thanked the poor lighting, my face must be the color of a tomato.

“I also came to face you”

“Okay,” I whispered.

“You lied to me” He started taking my note, anyway, I didn’t want to see it again in my life “You told me that you hadn’t read my note and this proves that you did”

“I‘m sorry?”

Zach shrugged.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at seven.” He smiled.

I blinked several times.

“Wait what?”

He laughed and ducked his head for a few seconds.

“We’ll have a team party at Bryce’s house, and I already have your answer.” He balanced the note in front of me. “And I want you to go with me, as my date, Y/N.”

We were silent, I still couldn’t believe my clumsiness and that this really was happening. I had never fantasized that Zach Dempsey would show up at my house in the middle of the night to ask for a date… or actually let me know what his date would be. I covered my mouth and started laughing. I knew i had to respond, though, with that paper in the boy’s hand, there was more of an answer.

So I pushed away the cowardice and came up to embrace it even with laughter. I no longer felt ashamed or afraid of anything.

Masterlist

Her shoelaces were tucked into her sneakers, they weren’t tied, they weren’t knotted, they were tucked in, securely pushed inside of Betty’s white cheerleading sneakers.

Something was very wrong with Betty Cooper and Jughead had the shoelaces to prove it.

That was Betty’s thing, her one and only tell, when something was wrong she opted out of tying her shoes, choosing instead to securely tuck them inside the front, she had been doing this for as long as Jughead could remember and he had caught it when they were six years old, after a particularly brutal fight with her mother.
He could remember that day pretty vividly

Six year old Betty Cooper came flying into home room, her eyes frantic as she let out a heavy sigh before dropping into the seat beside Jughead, her long blonde pigtails touching the top of her desk. The ever observant, dark haired boy glanced down at her tiny pink sneakers, surprised to see her shoelaces tucked inside.

“Bets.. I think you tied your shoes inside out.” He said, a concerned eyebrow raised.

With red rimmed eyes the beautiful blonde princess turned to him, a sad smile on her lips

“They’re just shoelaces juggie”

That was the start and finish of the conversation, by the end of the period she was bouncing through the halls beside Archie and Jughead, only a ghost of sadness still on her eyes.
But it didn’t stop there, it stayed like that for years, Jughead knew every single time Betty was having a particularly bad day, all he had to do was look down.

So that brought him back to today, Betty was bouncing her knee under the booth at Pops, her fingers anxiously tapping on her notebook, he could tell her mind was somewhere else but it was only confirmed when he bent under the table to retrieve a stray pen.

“You okay?” He said softly, his eyes searching hers.

Betty looked up surprised
“Yeah of course, why wouldn’t I be?” She pasted on the phoniest smile Jughead had ever seen and after raising an accusing brow, Betty deflated slightly.

“I’m just having a bad day is all, a lot on my mind.” She said it quietly, always afraid to put it in the air, afraid people would hear, that they would judge her for not being happy.

“Penny for your thoughts” the aspiring author, shut his laptop and slid his fries towards her. Betty smiled weakly, declining his offer before taking a deep breath and pausing a few seconds, debating whether or not to speak.

“I’ll never be good enough will I?” She said finally, her eyes glancing out the window.

“What?” Jughead asked, his eyes widening, he had heard her loud and clear but there was no way it could be true, that she could ever think…

“I’m just no good. I’m not good enough for my parents, they have Polly and with her going off to college, it seems like I can’t do anything right, I’ll never be as good as her. And even though I’m happy Archie found Veronica, it still stings.. he looked right at me that night of the dance and told me he could never feel the same way.. he could never love me.even Kevin’s dropped me for Veronica. When is it my turn to be loved? Why can’t someone want me?” Her eyes were filled with tears when she finally glanced up, misty green meeting stormy blue.

Now was his chance, he could tell her everything he had always wanted to say. Tell her he loved her, that she was everything to him, she was more than enough. He could take her in his arms right there in that tiny booth and kiss her until every insecurity disappeared. But he didn’t, he simply dropped his sweaty palms to his knees and stuttered

“Betty.. I..”

Suddenly Betty’s phone was ringing, it was Veronica, they had a late night cheerleading practice. Betty grabbed her books and stood from the booth

“Geez, I’m so sorry for unloading all of that onto you, I’m just being dramatic.. you know me” She rolled her eyes, tear tracks still on her cheeks “I’ll see you tommorow?” She asked, standing outside the booth, just as she went to walk away Jughead grabbed her arm.

“Betty..”

She turned towards him, something different in her eyes as she looked up at him with flushed pink cheeks.

“I… you’re shoelaces are tied wrong” he finished lamely, mentally punching himself in the face.

Betty smiled sadly just like she had all those years ago, before turning away from him with a shaky voice

“They’re just shoelaces juggie.”

And then she was gone, leaving nothing but the idiotic boy behind her, kicking himself as he dropped his head to the metal booth in the center of the diner. He was gonna make this this right, he was gonna show her that she was loved more than she could even imagine.

That was his original plan as he stood outside Riverdale high two hours later, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he took in the cool night air, he felt his heart quicken when Betty walked out the front doors, Veronica’s arm slung around her. The raven haired heiress glanced in Jughead direction before whispering something in Betty’s war to make her blush as she headed the other way.

Betty smiled as she made her way towards Jughead
“Here to walk me home? Or are you just nervous because of my little breakdown in the diner earlier? I promise Juggie, I’m perfectly capable of getting home on my own.” She laughed.

Jughead gripped her hand, taking them both by surprise, spurred on by the feeling of her hand in his he felt his confidence peak slightly.

“I know you’re capable, but isn’t this what people like us, who have been through what we have.. do?” He trailed off, catching her eyes as she looked up.

“What?” Betty asked, throughly confused.

Turning his body to hers, Jughead grabbed both of her hands in his

“We’ve both been hurt by people we love, we’ve both been left standing alone and watching as they walk away. I know first hand how it feels to feel unlovable but… Betty you’re not. You could never be unlovable.” He said softly.

“What are you saying Jughead?” Betty’s eyes held hope and a lightness he hadn’t seen from her in ages along with something else

Taking her cheek in his palm, Jughead smiled shyly

“I love you Betty Cooper” he whispered, choking on her name.

He watched nervously as her expression shifted from hopeful to absolute joy.

“Jughead jones, I love you”

They both seemed to move together like a magnet, his lips drawing into hers as he drank her up like she was the last drop of water on earth, her fingers stroking his jaw as his traced her neck.

Maybe they had lost something the day the people they loved walked away, but standing in each other’s embrace on a barren sidewalk, Betty’s shoelaces tucked into her sneakers and jugheads beanie, snug on his head they couldn’t help but think, maybe love was worth the wait.

Hi! We’re friendly-disagreement and I just wanted to make this quick post to introduce us!

Mod Pink is a radical feminist, and I (Mod Blue) am a right leaning libertarian. Our goal with this blog is to open up a dialogue with all sides of the political spectrum. The political climate is so tense right now, and it becomes so easy to demonize those you disagree with. Hopefully this blog will help people learn to understand why the opposite side believes what they believe and serve as a place where sides can debate topics civilly.

If you’re reading this, I hope you have a fantastic day!

-Mod Blue

you’re in love

REQUEST: Hi! I love your blog so much and I wanted to asked you if you could write something based on the song “You’re in love” by Taylor Swift, like maybe the reader and Seb have the same type of story? 💕😘😍

WARNINGS: just straight pure fluffffffffffffff

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Happy Valentine’s Day, my loves!!!!!!! I hope you all have/had a wonderful day! This one is a preeeeetty long one… uh, I don’t even know where all of this came out of lol but probably listening to the song on repeat helped, though i’m not sure. Anyway, here it is.

Enjoy!


You walked into the dark room and bit down on your bottom lip. The amount of people scared you and you were debating on running out and going back home.

Looking around, you spotted an empty crook near the bar. You rushed over and flagged down a bartender before ordering the strongest drink you could possibly think of. That usually calmed your nerves.

Smiling politely and nodding your head at the bartender, you took a sip of the drink and winced at the taste burning the back of your throat.

You were suddenly nudged forward and you rolled your eyes. Of course there were drunk people around already. People didn’t waste time at events like this.

“I’m sorry!” The person placed their hand on your bare shoulder.

You looked over to see who dared to place their hand on you only to have your breath taken away. His eyes were as clear as the blue sky and his smile was charming.

“It’s-uh, it’s okay.”

He went back to talking to the person next to him and you drowned yourself in the liquor in your cup. Once you had downed it, you placed a bill down and set your empty glass cup over it.

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Once upon a time there was a very rare, wise and saintly rich man whose name was Hamza.

Sensing his approaching death, Hamza called his son to his side and gave him these instructions, “My son, I shall be leaving you very shortly. On the day I die and they have washed my body and shroud it, I want you to put one of my socks on my foot, burying me with it. This is my final request of you.”

Soon after this, Hamza did indeed die, leaving behind his goods, his property, his children and his dependents.

The body had been washed and was almost completely wrapped in the shroud, when the son remembered his father’s wish. Finding an old sock of his fathers, he handed it to the washer of the dead, saying, “In accordance with my father’s last request, please put this sock on his foot.”

“That is quite impossible” said the washer of the dead, “Such a thing is utterly impermissible, I cannot do this.”

Despite this valid objection, the son insisted, “That was my father’s final request; it must certainly be carried out.”

The washer was unmoved, “If you won’t take my word for it, go and ask the scholarly elders. They will confirm what I tell you, that it is not permissible.”

Holding up the funeral, the son consulted the elder men, religious head and scholars, all of whom declared that this was impermissible.

The son kept on insisting, but to no avail. Hours and hours of deliberation went on, with no success.

Family, friends, acquaintances and neighbours that attended Hamza’s funeral, were getting frustrated, wondering what all the fuss was about.

Just then, an aged old friend of Hamza’ interrupted the debate with these words to the son, “My boy, your late father entrusted me, with a letter, which I was to hand over to you after his departure; but not until there was a long delay at his funeral.”

The whole crowd were taken by surprise. Teary eyed, the son opened the envelope and read out the contents of his father’s letter…

“My son, all this wealth and property I have left to you. Now you see, at this last moment, they won’t even let me take an old sock with me, to my grave.

You yourself will be in my condition one day and they will also refuse to let you take anything with you, to your grave, except for your good deeds, that you will be able to carry over from this fleeting world into the Hereafter.

So pull yourself together and be prepared. Spend the fortune I have left you, not for the satisfaction of vain desires, but in ways pleasing to Allah'Sūbhanahu'Wa ta'ala, that you may achieve honor in both worlds.”

Lessons of the Pious.
#FootstepsOfTheRighteous.

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THE 100 HP AU: Bits and bobs.

(DO NOT REPOST ANY OF THESE ILLUSTRATIONS.) 

The Blakes are both nerds, Lincoln is too pure, Monty has to deal with Octavia & Lincoln’s awkwardness, Raven goes to the infirmary a little too often, Clarke & Lexa are gross in every universes, and the Gryffindor’s 7th year class might be the worst that Hogwarts has ever seen.

Other students existing in this AU: Maya, Murphy, Emori. Edit: cute tiny second year Aden.

>> More of this AU <<

(IMPORTANT: I can’t please everyone with the sorting of their houses, this isn’t open for debate anymore. Sorry if you don’t like it. ♥)

It's a bird...it's a plane... it's a dumbass!!

I have been debating this post for the past few days, but just decided to do it and get it over with. If for no other reason, it will make me feel better, and may help some of you too!

Aside from the current mood that is surrounding Shippers ( and some quite understandably and with good reason…they know who they are and have my unwavering support!), I am trying to figure out why any of us want to continue fanning at all based on all of the horse poop I have been reading lately. The fear and intimidation some have felt is very real, so I am not diminishing that one bit. If anything, I am royally pissed that trolls and scumbots have the ability to do this to anyone, and especially to anyone here. But, that is not what this post is about.

I am truly baffled why people in our part of the community cannot seem to enjoy SC and the reason we came together any longer. Maybe I am a little delusional, but since I am one of the perceived few people who see pictures and tweets and think positive thoughts instead of automatically descending into “Spot the Swiffer mop”, or “I Spy bad roots” ….I truly don’t get it!! SA has been a gold mine as far as I am concerned, but for whatever reason, people are turning it into the worst game of Clue ever invented. As far as I am concerned, the goodies we have seen from them have been quite fun, and it is one of the prime reasons the other side is ramping up the doubt through anon’s and asks. My hat’s off to the folks that answer these ridiculous people, and I won’t do it because I have neither the time, nor the patience for such idiocy. I love those who take them down with the witty responses, and wish more would do just that!

So, if I might offer any suggestions….think about this….next time we get a pic of them hiking, how about enjoying it instead of questioning every thing about it. This last round was crazy…“ is Sam with them, is he planking somewhere else, is he on another peak, did Cait not hike with Sam” is Sam’s dick on the peak??..you see where I am going with this. Based on Cesar’s IG, and the fact that a group went hiking, and Sam’s own post said he was at Table Mountain answered the question for us….so, WHO THE HELL CARED about those other questions??? They went hiking together….WHEEEE!!!

My point is sometimes we need to take our collective heads out of our own asses and enjoy the fanning experience. Instead, we are becoming our own anti’s, and as I have said a zillion times….I will NOT do their work for them. At the end of the day, this is a TV show, and these are two actors, and two people that will probably never be my BFF’S, nor will I exchange Christmas cards with. But, I will be damned before I let anyone decide or prevent me from enjoying what I came here for, and that includes ourselves. I am not a rainbows and unicorns type of person, and compared to the real issues of the world (London, bullying, doxxing..the list is long), this is escapism entertainment at best, and we should treat it as such.

So, find your joy where you can, snark where you need to, and stop waiting for the sky to fall. I for one am sitting on the Lido Deck in the sunshine, lamenting the plight of some of my virtual friends, yet toasting and bragging about how great our ship really is. And ,watching my SA duo work, hang out personally and continue to contribute to the narrative that has been written for three fucking years, and continues to be written to this day. We just need to pay attention. Fake blondes, wannabe BFF’S and wankers need not apply!

SAIL ON SWEET SHIPSTERS!! Love to you all!❤❤❤