i will never be okay again i think

Originally posted by hamilll

“Please? For me. Just once? I’ll love you forever!”

“You’ll already love me forever,” Peter smirked, quite enjoying the banter more than he’d let on.

“So,” you motioned for him to hand it over, giving him your sad puppy look.

“Okay fine,” he tossed you the fabric, which was surprisingly heavier than you though it’d be. A huge smile appeared on your face. You didn’t think he’d actually let you.

“Oh my god this is awesome! If you never see this thing again I swear it wasn’t me,” you said as soon as you’d slipped it on.

“Okay, time to take that thing off. The power is starting to get to you,”

Woooooow the amount of support and the massive gain of followers today has been intense, thank you guys so much for not listening to silly antis who think calling people a pedo is okay.

I understand if I drew something that hurt someone’s feelings, but it is honestly up to you to police your own content, not try to bully someone into never drawing again or ruining their reputation.  Who does that??  Bad people, that’s who.  

Blacklist, block me, unfollow, whatever you need to do to that only affects you, but move on.  

There is zero need to lash out to me or my friends because you feel slighted because a short (adult) guy touched a tall (adult) guy’s face, which is what this whole thing amounts to.

Thank you guys again for all the support and love, I’ll respond to everyone that wasn’t anon as soon as I can, but I’ll be not speaking about this anymore unless I need to defend myself again. Have a good day!!! <3

graythecactus  asked:

HOLY SHIT, YOUR NEWEST PIECE WAS IN MS PAINT? Dude, that looks incredible. It might be in ms paint, but I think it's just as good as anything else you've done! (Okay but hoW??the?fU Ck??? Who did you sell your soul to)

Cheritz and @godd707 owns my ass

No for real THANK YOU and I never want to touch MSPaint again I hATE

You lost me okay. For real this time. Doesn’t matter if I broke your heart over the criticisms I made. You equally did the same. If this is your answer then I guess this is goodbye because this means we will never see each other or even think of each other again. Because this is the decision you made. You want me gone because I’m too much to handle, this isn’t the first time someone said that to me. And okay. I get the message.
You really f**ked with my head yeah, but I guess it doesn’t matter. I would’ve worked this out with you in a heartbeat. But I know when it comes to the matters of your heart and your feelings you will always deny them and refuse to listen. So goodbye. Please don’t come back (without a reason) because you’ll destroy me if you do.
—  allthefleekyppl, I hope you don’t read this but if you do, god you really made me insane. I have nothing, why would you do this?
  • Hunk: You totally have a crush on Keith.
  • Lance: okay I'm sick of this! Just because I hang out with Keith and think he's a cool guy and that his smile is nice and just because I like the way his laugh sounds and just because sometimes I think about maybe holding his hand sometimes, or kissing him or maybe cuddling with him or going on cute dates with him, or... what was I talking about again?
  • Hunk: Your huge crush on Keith
  • Lance: oh right...
  • Lance:
  • Lance: WAIT I NEVER SAID-

  ‘start an argument’ starters

  • what in the world is this!?
  • i thought i was clear!
  • this is why we can’t have nice things!
  • do you understand the damage you’ve done here!?
  • there’s no coming back from this, ever!
  • get away from me!
  • i can’t believe you would do this to me!
  • i’m not talking about this ANY more.
  • i can’t believe you lied to me… again!
  • no! just leave me alone!
  • i’ve never been more angry at you in my entire life!
  • did you seriously think this would be okay?
  • forget it!
  • i can’t even look at you right now!
  • i think you should go.
  • i can’t believe you’d do this to me…
  • you were flirting with them!
  • was it worth it?
  • i can’t do this anymore!
  • you need to pull yourself together.
  • i don’t believe you.
  • how am i supposed to trust you now?
Yours to Hold

Jughead x Reader

Jughead is dating Betty,  and the reader is doing everything in their power to make sure that he doesn’t find out they like him. Based on the requested song: Yours to Hold by Skillet.

Warnings: Swearing (like one, again.)

Word Count: 2,240

A/N: This kind of took on a mind of it’s own as I kept writing. I had an idea for this being like super sad but like I never want Jug to be hurt ever so I let my hands write while my mind wandered. I was also thinking about doing a literal interpretation of the lyrics, but I wasn’t feeling that either. This felt right, i guess? It’s more metaphorical. I hope it’s still okay!


i see you standing here

but you’re so far away

starving for your attention

you don’t even know my name

Betty and Jughead had been an official couple for two months. Two months you had to push down your feelings you’ve had for him since grade nine. Two months you couldn’t walk down the hall without trying to avoid eye contact with both of them. Two months of your heart breaking over and over, every time you saw him climb to her window from your house across the street. You never pegged yourself for the girl next door, but here you were anyway. Although you were pretty sure that this time you wouldn’t be getting the guy.  It tore you up inside, always being the one that likes but isn’t liked back. It’s not like you and Jughead were close, you reasoned with yourself, so it’s not like he would’ve known, but you were good enough acquaintances to nod to each other in the hallway or share glances in the classroom when the teacher said something stupid.

You mainly knew Jughead and Betty and Archie through Veronica, your closest friend since she moved here at the end of last summer. You guys were a perfect fit, she needed someone spill her secrets to and you were someone who wouldn’t tell a soul. Who would you have to tell, anyway? The most social interaction you had was when you went to art club, but even then you kept to yourself and your drawings. Your drawings couldn’t hurt you.

What did hurt you, though, is that sometimes, on the best occasion, Jughead would come to you. Well, he would come sit beside you. You would draw in Pop’s diner late at night when you didn’t feel any inspiration from the school studio, so he would come and sit across from you with his laptop to write. It only happened once or twice, but every time it did your stomach started to turn and you couldn’t help but smile as your pencil hit the paper. It only hurt because it didn’t happen every day.

You were at your locker, going through the motions until you could go to the art room at the end of the day, and you were about to get books for your next class when Ronnie saunters up beside you.

“Hey girl, you hear the news?” she asks, her books wrapped in her arms, her bag slung over her shoulder in a way that only she could make fashionable.

“What?” you ask, exchanging the books in your hand for the ones on the top shelf. You grab your sketchbook, secretly filled with drawings and pictures taken of Ronnie’s gang, random kids in the hall, and Jughead. An overwhelmingly abundance of Jughead. You like to observe just like him, you just draw what you see instead of writing it. This sketch book was your version of his novel, which of course you heard about from Ronnie who heard it from Betty.

You probably knew more than you should about them, but whenever Ronnie started talking about them,  you didn’t stop her.

“The stuff about Polly!” she smirks, knowing that she’s just egging you on.

“Polly? Betty’s sister? Why would I care about her?” you ask, closing your locker, your face scrunching up just a bit, books in hand.

“Betty told me that there’s rough water in loveland.” she says, motioning for you to walk with her down the hall.

“Really?” you try to sound disinterested, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Mhmmmm. Betty has been so focused on her sister, and so now Jug has been cancelling plans, not showing up on time…” she trails off, looking over at you as she flips her hair over her shoulders.

“That must be… rough.” you say, unsure of how to respond.

“It’s your chance! I’ve been talking you up to all of them, I think you should make a real effort to get to know them.” she urges, turning to you and putting a hand on your arm. You were at your next class, her class just the next door down.

“You know what happened last time.” you remind her, remembering what happened when she tried to introduce you the last time. You could barely get two words out to any of them, fumbling over sentences and stuttering over the simplest of words. They all laughed it off, but there was definitely an awkward feel hanging in the air, and Jughead didn’t even look up from his laptop.

“I think you’re ready, you’re basically my best friend now, so they have to accept you. And beside, it’s my chance too.” she says, referencing her small crush on Betty as she blows a kiss and walks to her class. You sigh and roll your eyes, hoping that maybe this time she was right. Maybe this time you wouldn’t be the invisible girl in the corner, doodling in her notebook.

you’re going through so much

don’t you know that I could be the one to hold you?

It was movie night at Ronnie’s house. You were in your pajamas, which were just short shorts and a baggy t-shirt, ready to settle in to watch whatever she picked, since it was her turn.

“Did you hear?” she asks, walking in with the popcorn.

“What?” you ask, looking her up and down.

“Jug broke up with Betty.” she says, sitting down and crossing her legs.

“No, no way he would ever do that.” you say, shaking your head. That’s impossible, Jughead was head over heals for her just like you were for him, only difference is that he made his feelings public.

“He did. Betty told me that the reason he gave her was because there was someone else.” she smirks.

“No way, who?” you ask, wondering if it was maybe Josie, or even Ronnie herself.

The doorbell rings before she has a chance to answer.

“Be right back.” she says, setting the popcorn down and raising her eyebrows as she goes to the door.

A few minutes later she comes back with Archie and Jughead.

Your eyes grow wide as you stare down Veronica.
“I thought my boys could join us.” she says nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders as she sits down to the left of you.

Archie takes a seat next to Veronica, leaving the only spot open on the right, so of course that’s where Jug sits.

You try to give him a smile without completely embarrassing yourself, and you think you see a smile as he gives you a nod of his head, his eyes lifting to look at the screen.

“Choice of movie?” you ask Ronnie, breaking the tension that had probably only been building in your mind.

“I thought we could let them decide, since they’re new members to movie night.” she says with a smile, looking from Archie to Jughead.

“I don’t know Veronica, I think whatever you pick is probably good enough.” Archie chimes in, pulling his sleeves down as he crosses his arms. It was clear that if Archie didn’t have a crush, he definitely didn’t want to get on Ronnie’s bad side.

“Alright, Titanic it is.” she says with a small laugh, getting up to put in the movie. She then dims the lights and plops right down next to you, giving you a wink as she does.

The movie begins and you sigh in relief. There’s no more talking for at least the next three hours. You lean into the back of the sofa, ready to enjoy the movie when Jughead brushes your shoulder with his. You stiffen. Was that on purpose?

You take a deep breath and begin to relax a little. Just as you do though, Jughead puts his arm around the back of the couch, inches away from your neck.

You glance at Ronnie, wondering if she’s seeing any of this. The smirk on her face says it all. The movie isn’t even 15 minutes in and you can’t seem to stand it anymore. You get up and mumble something about getting a drink, going to her kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. You take a deep breath.

You turn around and run straight into Jughead, spilling water not only all over yourself, but all over him too.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.” you manage to get out, scrambling to find where Ronnie keeps her paper towels or washcloths, or anything.

“Don’t worry about it, it fits the theme.” he says, gesturing back towards the screen. You can’t help but chuckle at the comment. Sometimes you forget how funny Jughead can be.

“Yeah I guess so. ‘I’ll never let go, Jack.’” you mimic the movie in a high pitch voice, but still low enough to not disturb your friends in the other room.

“Do you wanna get out of here? I mean Titanic is great and all, but I do not want to be here when they start making out.” he scoffs.

“Who? Rose and Jack?” you question, a look of confusion on your face. You didn’t think that part was so bad.

“No, Archie and Veronica.” he corrects, a smirk playing on his lips, “dinner at Pop’s? You’re buying. It’ll make up for the water damages.”

You turn to notice that Archie has his hand on the back of the couch over Veronica, just like Jughead did with you.

He turns and walks away without another word, going out to his car, you guessed. Only then did you start to panic. Did Jughead Jones just ask you out? Was this backwards upside down reverse april fools day or something?

You grab your backpack and head for the door, only then realizing that you’re still in pajamas. You shake your head at the thought, this wasn’t a date. This was just his lame attempt at finding an excuse to get out of movie night. This would be just like the other times, where you would sit in silence.

you will see someday

that all along the way

i was yours to hold

Sitting in Pop’s on a late Friday night was like a low-key therapy session. You just hoped Ronnie wouldn’t be too mad that you left without telling her, but she seemed preoccupied and you were pretty sure she would understand.

Jughead ordered a burger and a milkshake while you just had a water. You couldn’t risk any food stains getting in your sketchbook.

You pulled out the one you always carried around in your backpack, opening to a blank page before setting it out on the table where he could see. Unlike the last few times, though, he doesn’t pull out his laptop. He doesn’t even have his bag with him.

“No novel tonight?” you question.

He shakes his head as you pull out a pencil. He might not have his novel but you sure as hell weren’t giving up your drawing.

The first pencil stroke to the page and it’s like your hand knew automatically what to do. It went directly to the curves in his hair, the lines on his face. You were just hoping he was too focused on his food to notice.

“I’m sorry about Betty.” you say under your breath, just trying to make conversation.

“Don’t be. I realized I only liked her because she was filling a void.” he states, stirring his straw in his shake. He was trying to be poetic, you could tell.

“Void?” you ask.

“I’ve had a crush on this girl since about grade eight, been real quiet about it, not even Arch knows. We haven’t had many conversations, she seems distant, nose always in a book. I just started hanging out with her more and more recently, though, so I’m hoping I at least get a date.” he explains, hope in his eyes that you don’t see. You’re too focused on the details of his beanie.

“That’s a real quick rebound.” you say, not really paying attention.

“Not if they’ve always been there.” he says. That gets your attention, and your eyes lock with his. Was he talking about you? He couldn’t be, there was no way.

You’re too caught up in your own thoughts you don’t even realize that he’s snatched your sketchbook right from under you.

“Don’t-” you say, a little too late. He’s already looking, and that one page leads to him flipping through all of them. Page after page of his beanie, his hair, his jawline. You probably knew his features better than anyone out there.

“Wow, you really did draw me like one of the french girls.” he remarks, a huge smile on his face. You liked his smile, very much so.

He meets your gaze and sets the book down. There’s something between you, something that wasn’t there before. It was the start of something, just what it was you didn’t know yet, but it was exciting, thrilling, and it made your stomach turn into knots and your heart flutter in your chest.

“I’ve always been there, Jug.” you say, finally letting it out.

“I know,” he says, leaning closer across the table, “and I’m mad at myself for taking so long to realize it.”

Closer and closer still, you close your eyes and try to brace yourself for what’s going to be the most thrilling ride of your life. Sink or swim, this ship was one you wanted to be on.   


Tag list: @always-chocolate   (if you wanna be on my tag list just ask!)

Spin The Bottle

send me a sentence for what your muse says to mine while playing spin the bottle

“This is the third time in a row that you landed on me, I’m starting to think that it’s rigged.”

“I’m sorry but no, I’m not kissing you. I’ll spin again.”

“There’s no need to be shy. Come here, I’ll be gentle.”

“Is this your first kiss? I’ve never seen anyone so shy.”

“I knew it. You were waiting for the opportunity to play this with me.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve never played this before…”

“It’s okay if you want to spin again. I don’t think anyone here wants to kiss me.”

“I landed on a guy/girl so… does this mean I spin again?”

“Looks like I just landed on the prettiest person on the room.”

“I’ll kiss you but only on the cheek.”

“Come on, I’m sure I can judge when the seven minutes are up.”

“No tongue!”

“Oh gross, no way am I kissing you.”

“I’m not playing any more.”

“So… we both lean to the right?”

“You can sit in my lap if you like.”

“You know you don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want to.”

“You can just kiss me on the cheek, that counts.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll kiss you gently.”

“If you really don’t want to kiss me, you can always spin again.”

“Oh I’m not playing, I’m just watching.”

I guess I knew it wouldn’t last. People like us don’t do forever. We don’t even do for a while. We run from real life and tattoo meaningless words that mean everything to us on our arms. We change our clothes and our names every morning. We scream to the wind just because we can and we jump off cliffs to see if we can fly. We both burned too bright and too fast to make it last. And maybe that’s okay. It doesn’t have to be permanent to mean something.
—  Journal Entry; Summer 2015
I don't think people understand how hard it is to keep up with loki
  • Loki: I'm alive
  • Loki: nvm I'm dead
  • Loki: jk. Still here.
  • Loki: I'm good guy now though.
  • Loki: lmao jk. Why would I be good?
  • Loki: oh ur so cute. I'm cuter.
  • Loki: I'm dead again.
  • Loki: wait nope never mind still here, But I kinda got arrested.
  • Loki: oh my brother Thor I love you!
  • Loki: lol. You fell for that again I'm so smart.
  • Loki: my plan is going to go perfect nothing can go wrong.
  • Loki: shit. It went wrong.
  • Loki: okay now I want to take over your world
  • Loki: no never mind. Now I want to take over my world.
  • Loki: dang it I didn't think this all the way through.
  • Loki: or did I.
  • Loki: okay I'm kinda dead.
  • Loki: nope lol I was just pretending to be my dad this whole time.
  • Loki: now I'm dead.

I am just thinking of tonight’s episode and I am still so mad. Even if Steroline and Delena somehow figure out their futures together, it will be NEVER be okay if Bonnie is once again left with nothing. Out of everyone on this entire show, she is the one who deserves all the happiness in the world. I am just so sick of her being completely screwed over.

IT IS COMPLETELY FUCKED.

I’m happy for you, I really am… But that doesn’t mean that I don’t wish that I could change your mind and make you want to be with me again. I can’t change your mind and the more I think about it, the more I wonder why I want to so damn bad.
—  Okay
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Cafe Castel

Location:  1015 Sherbrooke Street West

Metro Station: Peel

Attention all McGill students. This next one’s for you.

It was a cold fall’s day… a Friday… during my 4 hour break from school. I decided to go on an excursion to a new cafe… but things started going awry… Okay, I sound way too dramatic.

But really, I was never suppose to come here in the first place. I had decided to go to Humble Lion that day. I heard its a McGill student central since it’s right next to McGill… that shouldv’e been my first warning. What was I thinking? Going to Humble Lion on a Friday afternoon in the middle of midterms (sorry for mentioning the ‘m’ word in the during the holidays, won’t happen again, I promise). It was obviously full when I got there. I walked around, pretty disappointed. It was cold. And I had a heavy bag. And was desperate for some coffee. 

On my way back to Concordia, I saw a shop with beautiful windows that drew me in: Cafe Castel. I decided to give it a try even though it wasn’t on my list at the time. It’s good to do things beyond lists sometimes.

Going in, I was surprised to see that the place offered a lot off seating.. with not many people inside. Compared to Humble Lion, it was pretty deserted. But this did not reflect the quality of the cafe. 

I obviously sat next to the huge window, below the gorgeous skylight. The lighting in this cafe is definitely the highlight, haha, get it? Anyways, bad jokes set aside, this place is seriously beautiful. And their pretty latte art just made it even better! The barista caught me taking lots of pictures of their decor and really loved my photography: friendly staff! It’s always lovely to meet great baristas.

Another great aspect of this cafe is (probably) the food. It looked pretty good and whoever came in tended to get food instead of a drink. This said, it’s not your typical basic cafe, it’s more of an eating cafe… if that makes sense? Coffee’s good though, don’t worry. And it was a great place to study. 

It’s also connected to a hotel, which is cool.

After visiting this cafe, I checked their location on Instagram and found out that it is in fact a well known cafe. Some of the pictures I saw had really cool latte art. Like bears and stuff. On your coffee. I hope I get a bear on my latte next time… Hope you get one too when you visit! ;)

Never-ending Nightmare : Jason Blossom

request: could you do a jason imagine?? maybe if him comforting the reader after nightmares when they are a couple? Only if you think you can, if not that’s fine ❤️

requested by: anonymous

A/N: I AM SO SORRY, but this becomes very twisted. It has the comforting and the couple parts, but also something else. My dumb brain did this, so again, I am so sorry. I still hope you enjoy it. I think it is still what you wanted but not as happy. okay, carry on reading. Love ya, xx aubree.

warnings: SADDNESS AND TEARS. (maybe? if you get as emotionally invested as I do.)

word count: 879

(gif not mine) 

MASTERLIST

Jason had always been there for Y/N. At school, he was the popular, football playboy. No one knew the real him. At first, Y/N hated him. She had to tutor him in chemistry. She had pleaded with her teacher to make someone else in the class tutor him, but you were his best student. You obliged and met every Wednesday and Friday during lunch and studied. 

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take a look 👀👀👀 at this! that ➡️right ➡️ there is a good tag. ✉️✉️ can we talk about artemis ✉️✉️ please, @macdenniss ? i’ve been dying 🤒🤢 to talk about artemis ✉️✉️ with you all day, okay 👌🏽? glenn 🐸🐸 howerton. this name keeps coming ⬆️up ⬆️ over and over again. every day, posts ✉️ about glenn are getting sent 📪 all over my dash . glenn 🐸🐸 howerton. glenn 🐸🐸 howerton. i look 👀 on my dash ✉️, well ALL THESE BLOGS 📦 ARE GLENN 🐸 HOWERTON !! so i say to myself, i gotta 🔎find 🔎 someone else. i gotta get ⬆️over⬆️ this guy 👨🏻 i gotta put someone else ✉️ on my goddamn blog ✋🏽otherwise i’m never gonna get over it. he’s gonna keep coming ⬆️up⬆️on my dash . so i sit ⬆️back⬆️ and think . and what do i 🔎find🔎 out, mac 🍔? what do i 🔎find🔎 out? thes best solution is to pretend that THE 👨🏻MAN 👨🏻DOES NOT ❌❌ EXIST. okay, so i decided ohhh 💩shit💩buddy. i gotta ⚒dig⚒ a little deeper📉. there’s no 🐸glenn 🐸 howerton? you gotta be 😂kidding 😂 me. i got a dash 📝 full of 🐸glenn🐸. alright, so i start 🏃🏽marching 🏃🏽my way ⬇️down ⬇️to the artemis tag . and i 🔎look🔎 for blogs about her 🚪 and i say “💁🏽💁🏽ARTEMIIIIISS💁🏽. 💁🏽💁🏽AAAARTEEEMIIIIS. 💁🏽💁🏽 i gotta use you to get over glenn 🐸.” and when i open the 🚪door, 🚪what do i find? 🤔🤔🤔there’s ❌not ❌a single goddamn 🗄blog 🗄about artemis🏢! THERE. IS. ❌NO. ❌ARTEMIS 💁🏽FAN💁🏽 BLOG. 🍔mac💻, half the posts on this 📌tag 📌have been mistagged. this tag is a goddamn 👻ghost👻 town.

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I sometimes wish I’d stayed inside


my mother.

Never to come out. 

Originally posted by prettystucky


“Pete, I don’t think we’re putting this tent together right.”  You said, trying to figure out the stupid directions to fix the horrible tent. It looked like a mess, and really you couldn’t imagine it looking worse.

“It looks great so far! I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He stood back for a second, looking at the tent before it collapsed in on itself. You swore you heard some of it snap. Cringing at the pile of cloth and poles, you hoped that you’d never have to put together a tent ever again.

“Okay, maybe that didn’t work very well…” Peter muttered,  feeling a bit defeated that after an hour of work nothing had worked.

“Oh really? I didn’t notice.” You commented sarcastically. “We still have enough time to go home and watch Star Wars.”

“…That may be best.”

my mother opens the sunroof on a roadtrip at midnight and i don’t bother pretending that the stars are small enough for me to count. instead, i talk about how the closest star is 4.24 light years away and how the next closest star is 4.37 light years away and how what we see now happened years ago.

i talk about how small we are. how we’re spinning at an alarming rate but we are so incredibly minuscule compared to our planet that it’s okay. one of my brothers doesn’t care and the other is tipsy, so i’m pretty sure i’m trying to get through to myself more than anyone else.

i just forget that we aren’t important sometimes, i guess. i have the audacity to think i’ll matter in 4.24 or 4.37 light years when i’m too quiet, too human to matter now. i could die or sleep forever or never get out of bed again and all of the stars are still exploding, you know? earth is still spinning and the sun is still burning. i’m not really sure if this makes me want to thrive, or if i want to explode myself now

—  there are 7 billion, 47 million people on the planet and i have the audacity to think i matter (catherine w // sempiternalwriting)