idk... people are never happy are they

can i just take this opportunity to say that i love @moodlekoodle so much? AKA MY CHILD BECAUSE SHE HAS BECOME SO AESTHETICALLY WOKE AND IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY THAT I AM 1/100 OF THAT INFLUENCE. 

we don’t talk all the time but we know we’re watching out for each other. we stalk each other and we never talked about it. and it’s cute because she knows people from my life. idk parang we live in different worlds pero may connection yung worlds namin idk. nagugulat ako madami kaming mutuals ang cute. 

wala lang. i love her so much ok i hope the world never breaks her agAIN 

After a while, you stop worrying about what people think of you. You realize that the most important thing is how you feel about yourself and other people’s opinions begin to fade from the back of your mind. It’s not easy, and it takes a while, but once it happens, it’s liberating.
—  (via fraagmented)
The truth is…
— 

Aries:

  • is a sassy bitch, let’s just accept that. always answering back, they’d even answer back to any god (may it be diplomatically or sarcastic)
  • always give people cheap gifts not because they’re broke but because they think that’s the only standard or gift you deserve
  • has a huge disgust with humanity so they either get delusions of controlling the world or they avoid/limit their human interactions
  • their logic is out of this world: it’s either you get mesmerised and see a new horizon or you end up getting crazy because you can’t get it
  • beneath all their layers, they’re one of the smartest and hardworking people out there… always willing to help you study/work/etc.

Taurus: 

  • their trigger word is literally food and all its proper nouns. they’d sell their souls for a ceaseless supply of food and they’d won’t regret
  • literally possessive as fuck, aphrodite lives in their titties cos they dun calm down if they see someone circling around their man/woman.
  • obsessed with getting shit organised y'all don’t even know. they will never move unless a very detailed blue print is in front of them.
  • they will keep hustlin more than a twenty of you combined. they know and prioritise how precious time and money are.
  • when they say they can’t do an errand/plea, dun quickly believe them at all cost or you’ll get a small surprise: they’ll do it after some while. 

Gemini: 

  • know that archetype of a kind person who’ll obey & follow you to the death but has so many fucking personal motives? yep, that’s gemini.
  • their knowledge and expertise are vastly scary; multilingual people and historians. they aint called GEMinis for nothing, hunty.
  • for them, it’s a dog-eat-dog world. if you don’t match their pace, you’re basically out of their surviving list, whatever list that is.
  • insanely in love and proud making other people swoon over them (oh the oozing warmth of being loved and respected) but says otherwise
  • bad at remembering dates but that dun mean they love you less or you’re not that important to them, just believe in them.

Cancer:

  • they dun talk much but best believe me, whenever they speak it’s either they gon hand you your ass or roast the living shit out of you
  • are all terminally sarcastic bless their souls. they don’t have time for your bullshit, they don’t even have time for their own.
  • they will never side or they will avoid picking a side. they’re the best people to rant cos they will literally get where you coming from.
  • one of the sweetest and loving signs out there but for some reason, they tend to have some problems making real long time friends.
  • always look brooding or even out of reach. that’s cos they’re afraid words/actions won’t come/show they way they really want them too.

Leo:

  • so demure but once you get close to them/they know they have the upper control, they will fucking nag & bully everything
  • but after the searing primadonna stage, these lions are all just smol precious clumsy beans who must be protected at all cost
  • knows the traditional ways or romancing someone, like the flowers and cupcakes and shy yet formal asking you out for events/dates
  • easily clouded by false/dark ideas and hard to snap them out of it. it takes another brave alpha who can help them out of the cray
  • but don’t be fooled, these lions can be tamed and would be willing to tag along the right people for the rest of their life line.

Virgo:

  • dont slack off in front of them, they will give your ass a whoop back to reality. trust me, they give so much vigour and moral to people.
  • not easily scared of pretty much anything because they always think about the story/reason behind it, for this one, what made it scary?
  • they can get super fucking salty and shady and they aint afraid of being salty and shady, for a good or bad reason whatsoever.
  • they never fail to always see the bigger picture, that also means they’re not afraid to do everything to get to the biggest picture.
  • loves having fun and enjoying life without taking advantage of things or forgetting to be humble and well-grounded.

Libra: 

  • too pure for this world but these people have a skyrocketing tendencies to becoming a yandere (lol they probably already are)
  • their aesthetic perfectionism sickness is practically beyond all earth signs combined: they’ll set fire on anything lower than their standards.
  • too kind and angelic we dun deserve them. we also dun deserve their life sucking flirtatious killer charms. we just dun deserve then all in all
  • these bitches love to meddle with other people’s business tho. either they save the situation or aggravate it, there’s no in between
  • even with all the hate on their kind, libra people just keep their heads up and tryn’a understand and accept other people’s view of them.

Scorpio: 

  • for the vagillionth time, y'all have to remember that these “””devil children””” are all just 4D weird bastards who easily space out.
  • the sexy airheads we all get from anime. but dun cross them & their fambam, they won’t think twice about apathetically cutting you.
  • everyone’s fairy godmother/father cos if they love you & they see you deserving, they will lavish &treat you so great. aint lying, dis the truth
  • willing to learn from others but is obsessed with “i am the most mature one so my wisdom is the greatest and the only effective one”
  • so many layers, like they’re literally never-ending. but after plucking all these layers out, you’ll see a fragile marshmallow baby inside 

Sagittarius:

  • they need like a dozen of hobbies as outlets for their energy. if they don’t get the energy out, they become a host of a time bomb.
  • insatiably absorbs all information of all kinds like a baby on his mom’s chest or a tic sucking out blood from a fresh catch: you choose
  • no one really knows if they’re showing genuine reaction/emotion cos you don’t know if they’re forcing it or not or they dun even know too
  • is the jack of all trades cos they have so many talents but can’t focus and drill hard on one cos they jump from different talent to another
  • may come arrogant but always they always want everyone to be happy and enjoying the time, probably more than how libra wants it.

Capricorn: 

  • always late on almost everything. insomniac children of the night, so no matter how dire the situation is, they’ll always be late. deal with it.
  • condescending as fuck cos they know they can do pretty much anything please beware they are vicious machiavellians
  • obsessed with segregating people in their lives; they don’t want their friends to socialise with their family, this group with that group, etc.
  • avoids and gets easily tired with human interaction, but is magically brilliant with human interaction. their magic? idek ask them.
  • after you pass their scrutinising sifting of people in their lives, you’ll just see a funny, dependent, happy-go-lucky, perverted side of them

Aquarius:

  • also don’t like taking sides, will never jump onto anything without all the cards are seeable, yet also not afraid to speak up in the end.
  • obsessed and deranged with their fanaticism of any horror shit idk how they can carry on with a fine stomach after all that scary jazz
  • can never be controlled, they might seem controllable or easy to manoeuvre but spare your ass and don’t be fooled by this sign
  • disappears and reappears at their own will, and doesn’t care about the consequences of their absence, they literally don’t care.
  • in the end of the day, aquarius has no fucks to give any of the other signs. they don’t ask for a lot and they just wanna be left alone.

Pisces:

  • are quiet little shits who looks way more gorgeous when they’re mad cos they just turn fiendish but still in a cute way, like wtf how???
  • needs a fuck ton of guidance from older or more mature people cos they tend either the laziest, silliest, or most annoying things ever. 
  • how fucking annoying it is whenever they pull out the victim card like dude shove that thing back where it belongs or so I will.
  • are actually sensible people, kinda shocking for some but it’s the truth cos these people stay in tune with their emotions, they dun run away
  • break them to pieces and you’ll see a child needing to be loved and wanting to know what are the things that they can improve and learn

@thebbros Whenever I try to submit my drawings it never works so hopefully just tagging you might be enough? ;w;

I think you might have seen her before but idk, but this is Sweetums, a Batim (or in this case a Babtqftim) version of one of my OC’s, Sweetie :3

She works as a paint dancer, which is kind of like those people you see in cartoon bars who dance and sing for audiences I suppose? Onlyyy she uses a magical paintbrush to create really cool and pretty shapes and designs out of ink as she sings and dances ^^

She’s really nice, and she’s always happy to put on a show. She’s very energetic in her performances and tries to be as inclusive as she can, even if it’s just by dancing or singing around audience members.

She’s overall very kind and friendly, and will try her best to help out anyone in need. Making a living solely based on her short performances is kinda tricky, but she makes the most out of it. ^^ 

(Sorry for the long info thingy and hopefully this isn’t too late to show for the whole background character thing ;w;)

POPULAR TEXT POSTS + ASK MEME  (  PART 3  )

❛ i need a reasonable paying job, something like $2,000 an hour. nothing too wild. ❜
❛ idc (i do care) ❜
❛ ‘are you taken?’ yes bitch, taken for granted ❜
❛ half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half is, well, an asshole ❜
❛ you’re yelling? at ME? the one person who has never done anything wrong ever?????? ❜
❛ you will find your home, you will find your place. you will find your people. give it a little bit of time but it will happen. ❜
❛ in order lead a happy life i’m gonna have to disappoint my parents a bit. ❜
❛ any body else here not good at anything??? ❜
❛ you can’t force people to appreciate you. ❜
❛ *puts on baseball cap* i am the dad now… ❜
❛ i fake smart.. like i’m honestly a dumbass idk shit but i know how to seem like i do.. i’m smart-passing.. ❜
❛ every straight woman who ever called her platonic friend her ‘girlfriend’ owes me $50 ❜
❛ i am a professional at misreading tones and overreacting to problems that most likely don’t exist ❜
❛ honestly if i survive the next 3 years of my life, i will be impressed with myself ❜
❛ you can’t cure sadnesses with a shower but honestly there is no purer place to suffer ❜
❛ patiently waiting for a kind soul to come along and make everything a little softer, brighter. ❜
❛ honestly i don’t even play an active role in my life, shit just happens and i’m like oh this is what we’re doing now? ok ❜
❛ no offense but if i die and no one uses a ouija board to keep me updated on memes i will literally haunt you all ❜
❛ imma start charging people for hurting my feelings $3 an hour ❜
❛ i have finally reached the age of most young adult protagonists yet my life is still uneventful??? where is my cool story??? my cool talents??? @ universe i’m pissed ❜
❛ hello, police? i accidentally stepped on my cats foot and need to be arrested ❜
❛ *tries to watch 45 minute episode in 20 minutes ❜
❛ please don’t just come in my life, take my heart and leave. please don’t do that. ❜
❛ concept: me, 10 years from now, living in a pretty house with my love, sipping a hot cappuccino on a rainy autumn afternoon. our dog curls up next to me in the window bench while our cat snoozes on the bed. i’m financially stable and i’m never tired anymore. the bees are safe. ❜
❛ i can’t believe what walkie talkies are called ❜
❛ the gorilla could have died and been done with in like a week but none of you know how to be normal ❜
❛ me: *is bitter but is also right* ❜
❛ just saw a girl in high heels long boarding to class. godspeed, my queen. ❜
❛ i’ve never belonged anywhere, i’m always just in between ❜
❛ too young for unnecessary stress, i gotta live ❜
❛ i may not be beautiful but at least i know a lot of useless information ❜
❛ i’m like always sleepy. i feel like i should be used to this by now and stop complaining about being sleepy but i can’t. always, i’m sleepy. ❜
❛ lmao no offense… but what’s the point of being mean to people for no reason ❜
❛ drunk me is the me i really want to be. confident, hilarious, and most importantly, drunk ❜
❛ “alcohol isn’t supposed to taste good” buddy watch me drink the fruitiest/sweetest shit i can find and enjoy it because i don’t hate myself enough to even begin to consider drinking like.. beer ❜
❛ tfw you’re already fully aware of the unnecessary self destructive bullshit you’re doing but you can’t bring yourself to do anything to stop it ❜
❛ hey sorry for not replying i didn’t want to ❜
❛ honestly how am i gonna make it in the world???? i get a little teary eyed any time someone compliments my personality ❜
❛ true bonding is when you and your friends are all angry about the same thing ❜
❛ *touches your hand and looks seriously into your eyes* i am a piece of shit ❜
❛ lets play ‘how rude can i be until you realize i don’t like you’ ❜
❛ i love drunk me but i don’t trust her ❜
❛ hate when i am wearing makeup and still look shitty like what else am i supposed to do? get enough sleep? eat right and exercise??? as if ❜
❛ i’m not on a high horse. i’m not even on a horse. i’m face down in a ditch on the road of life ❜
❛ i hate when people ask me what i would do in their situation because 9 times out of 10 i would literally never be in that situation in the first place ❜
❛ i barely remember the last 6 months honestly like am i even alive ❜
❛ you had me at ‘hello’ and lost me at ‘i think your friend is cute’ ❜
❛ i’m pretty sure by now ‘tired’ is just a part of my personality description ❜
❛ wow i really liked that song now i think i’ll listen to it another seventy times in a row ❜
❛ ‘shit it’s 2 a.m.’ i say every day at 2 a.m. as if i’m surprised ❜
❛ i’ve been stressed out since like the third day of second grade ❜
❛ telling other girls they look pretty is like cracking a glow stick full of positivity and female friendship ❜
❛ i want to be sun kissed and also people kissed ❜
❛ about me: glowing, eating peaches, drinking wine in lingerie, not texting your desperate ass back  ❜
❛ i highly recommend never having feelings ❜
❛ due to unfortunate circumstances, i am awake ❜
❛ i’m gonna solve mysteries so fucking good ❜
❛ what did people even wear in 2008 ❜
❛ i’ll just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  my way through life ❜
❛ you know what sucks? everything bye ❜
❛ me? overreacting? probably ❜
❛ people asking me what kind of music i like is such a stressful experience ❜
❛ honestly if i survive the next 3 years of my life i will be impressed with myself ❜
❛ if you listen carefully you can hear me whisper ‘shut the fuck up’ at least once every five minutes ❜
❛ any time you like a boy just know you played yourself. always keep that stored in your mind for later ❜
❛ hopeless romantic with trust issues and a sex drive out the roof ❜
❛ what i lack in personality i make up for in…….. nothing ❜
❛ me? cancelled ❜
❛ an app that tells you how raven something is ❜
❛ be with someone who will take care of you. not materialistically but takes care of your soul, your well being, your heart, and everything that’s you ❜
❛ i love the infinite multiverse theory because that means there’s a universe where i’ve pulled every single fire alarm i’ve ever seen ❜
❛ name a more iconic duo than the lengths i’ll go to both get attention and to avoid it… i’ll wait ❜
❛ i just want to be treated very gently and smell like vanilla and wear only matte dusty rose lipstick ❜
❛ 2017 is going to be a very healing year because it’s going to force us to accept that 2007 was ten years ago not three and i think that’s the root of our collective issues ❜
❛ i just wanna do cute things with you like crush the patriarchy, fight for gender equality, and help to destroy racism ❜
❛ i may not be that funny or athletic or good looking or smart or talented… i forgot where i was going with this ❜
❛ how is 2016 already almost over?? like this bitch came in, fucked us up, then left like she gave us a gift ❜
❛ supercalifragilisticextentialcrisis ❜
❛ stop breaking your own motherfucking heart ❜
❛ co-napping is a beautiful thing. knock out with me so i know it’s real ❜
❛ *on the verge of tears* ok not that i care, but ❜
❛ it’s not you…. it’s your zodiac sign ❜
❛ i want to be loved so bad it’s pathetic and embarrassing ❜
❛ my heart is filled with hate and swag ❜
❛ ‘i don’t care’ i say, caringly, as i care deeply ❜
❛ i highly recommend never having feelings ❜
❛ we all ugly to somebody, don’t trip ❜
❛ do i have a crush or am i just idolizing this person for being vaguely nice to me? ❜
❛ my parents were arguing today and my mom said that justin timberlake wouldn’t treat her like this ❜
❛ kissing is hella rad but no one is kissing me so that makes me hella sad ❜
❛ everyone’s having their mid-life crisis at like 19 ❜
❛ there are just people out there that are the embodiment of the sun like the things they say do light up the world and make you feel warm they are human sunshine ❜
❛ dermatologists HATE me… everyone hates me. i’m so alone ❜
❛ you know when you realize and you just… realize ❜
❛ a girl can respect herself and still take booty pics wtf y’all talkin about ❜
❛ i’m not badass i’m sadass i cry about everything ❜
❛ inspired by animal crossing, i’ve started doing this thing where i mail my best friends a framed picture of myself and then never speak to them again ❜
❛ i didn’t know double texting was such a big deal?? i have a lot to say ❜
❛ can someone please just be proud of me like fuck i’m trying ❜
❛ cosmo sex tip #367: when you’re in the mood, tell you partner ‘my spidey senses are tingling’ ❜

(  you can find the other popular text posts memes on my old blog: 1, 2 )

Phan Elf AU drabble

“It’s not fair,” Phil mumbled quietly, red-faced.

Dan leaned in closer, trying to catch what his friend was saying. “What’s not fair?” 

“I have such an… obvious sign of - of how I feel about you, about all my emotions, and you - you get to-”

Quickly Dan gripped Phil’s wrists hard, tugging the man’s attention to him, needing to stop whatever silly thoughts were going through the elf’s head. “Phil, can’t you see? Isn’t it obvious how much I - I like you too? I’ve never smiled this much around anyone before.” He let that love show on his face now, needing Phil to see. “Hell, my face actually is sore from all the smiling.” The grip he held on his friend’s wrists loosened and his face softened. “And… I love that I can see your flower. It makes you a bit easier to read. I’ve never been good at reading people. It’s… really nice.” 

Phil’s eyes lowered and he smiled in happy embarrassment. 

Dan leaned in closer. “And… I think it’s really very pretty on you.” 

The forest elf chuckled. “Oh shut up,” he said in a laugh. 

i don’t want to forget this tomorrow so i’m just gonna say it now. but tomorrow will be my 5 YEAR ANNIVERSARY in this fandom. i can’t… honestly… believe that it’s been that long like…. truly. but here we are. 

i’ve had some of the best (and worst) times being a fan of this band and these boys. i’ve met so many amazing people who i consider some of my best friends and although i might regret a lot of things, i’ll never regret meeting all of them and having them in my life. 

so yay, happy 5 years to me. (i sound like b) idk how many more i got left in me, but i’m a stubborn bitch so i’ll be here till the bitter end i think.

8

I don’t wike it!

Happy Birthday, Nikki!!

anonymous asked:

Do you think he will come out alone? Please please don't get me wrong. I would be beyond happy for him, but I always thought he and Louis were gonna come out together, but Louis' situation is so far away from it yk? And I know people hate the word seeding but this kinda feels like seeding for a coming out. I know he's showing who he really is, and I'm super happy he gets to do that. But it feels more than that, doesnt it? Idk, I'm just wondering.

No. I don’t think he’ll come out alone, never have.  But actively encouraging people to think that he MIGHT NOT be entirely straight is a different ball of wax though. That, he is most certainly doing and I’m loving it!!

Shades of Blue

Jughead x Reader

Jughead is the reader’s best friend, and she’s liked him since grade school but has never told him. Based on the requested song: Shades of Blue by Ashton Edminster

Warnings: None

Word count: 2,102

A/N: So this was going to be sad, but then I got into a v happy mood and I couldn’t end it sad so here’s some fluffy lovey something idk


Cause all my shades of blue

Go away when I’m with you

Put a golden frame around my heart

Cause you make me feel like a piece of art

Secrets. They can tear people apart, or bring people together.

You have a secret.

A secret that would rock the walls of Riverdale High.

A secret that would change everything.
You love Jughead Jones.

Okay, so maybe it’s not that big of a secret, but still, you’ve been friends with Jughead since pre-school, and you’ve never once told him that. You’ve never once let it slip. You know that he only thinks of you as a friend, maybe even a sister. Your mom practically helped raise Jellybean, going over to babysit for the Jone’s whenever there were issues beyond your comprehension at the time. You ended up tagging along, becoming closer and closer with Jughead. You remember the time when you would make him sit as you tried to sketch him out, eventually trying to draw his likeness from memory.

You often think back fondly at a memories of times you tried to make Jughead sit so you could paint him, but it just ended up in him trying to get the most paint on you.

You smile, realizing that you’ve been there for him through everything, and you’ve come to rely on each other.

You have a relationship with him unlike anyone else, one that’s more playful, almost sibling-like in nature. He’s only like that with you, only willing to be that way around someone he’s known all his life.

During the summer from Freshman to Sophomore year, your mom stops babysitting Jellybean, and you still don’t know why. You continue to ask about it, mainly because you just want any excuse to spend more time with Jughead, but she doesn’t tell.

That’s her secret.

One day after school, you’re sitting in front of an easel in the art room with a paint-covered smock, working an abstract of a human girl, a bleeding heart coming out of the center. There’s something missing, though, and you can’t quite figure out what it is.

“Hey dork.” you hear a voice say, and you turn around to see a familiar figure standing in the doorway. Jughead.

“Hey idiot.” you respond to him, making him smirk.

“Let’s go to Pop’s. I want some fries.” he says, walking over to where you’re sitting and casting a shadow on your work of art.

You sigh and look up at him, motioning for him to move. He doesn’t move.

“Jug, move.” you say, standing up and shoving him with your shoulder playfully, trying not to get paint on him.

“No,” he shoves you back as per usual. Nudging shoulders has quickly become one of the things that only you guys understand. You go back to the stool you were sitting on, “What are you painting?”

You sit on the stool once more and stare at the piece, “Honestly I’m not sure. Any tips?”
He stares at it for a moment, putting out his thumb and finger in an ‘L’ shape, acting like he’s observing it in a deep manner, like a true art critic. He squints his eyes and then opens them like he has an idea.

“Paint a frame around the heart,” he says, not elaborating on what he means, “and do it quick, I want food.”  

You grab the gold paint, deciding to take his advice. You paint a square around the heart, adding depth to the top and the bottom to make it look more frame-like.

Surprisingly, it works. The frame makes the heart look like it’s out of her chest completely, like the woman in the painting is saving it for someone to take. You like the symbolism.

You take a step back and initial in the corner, marking the piece complete.

“That.. that worked?” Jughead’s voice makes you jump. You turn to him with the still-wet paint brush and silently threaten to mark his beanie if he scares her again.

He puts up his hands in surrender and you smile at him, “What? I just didn’t think it would, or that you’d actually take my advice for once.” he smirks.

“Shut up, you don’t give terrible advice…” you say nudging him on the shoulder again, “all the time.” you add.

You turn back to the painting, and then you put the brush in some water to soak and take off the smock.

“Pop’s?” he asks, and you nod, rolling your eyes. You walk out of the art room and turn off the lights to the girl with a frame around her heart.

I’d love to be the one to make you laugh

A few weeks go by, and Jughead has made the decision to investigate the Jason Blossom murder, and has even decided to write a novel about it. Because of this, he becomes distant.

He even starts hanging out with Betty Cooper.

You have nothing against Betty Cooper, by any means, you’re only slightly jealous because deep down you know that he’s starting to like her.

You want Jughead to be happy, and in the end if that’s not with you, you’re going to have to deal with it.

You swallow your pride, and every time he brings her up you listen intently, nodding and offering advice. He mainly asks about what they should do to proceed with the case, and since that has nothing to do with his relationship with her, you’re fine with answering them.

He still finds time for you, so it’s not like he’s completely distancing himself, but you do notice a slight shift in the way he acts. He’s nervous around you now, like he has something to hide, a secret, but you only catch glimpses of it.

Soon, a rumor starts going around school that he’s asked out Betty, and you sink into yourself for a few days, not talking to anyone, to deal with the news. You want to text him about it, but you don’t feel like it’s your place. You resign yourself into being the best friend, the sister figure in his life. Somewhere deep down you’ve always known that’s what you would always be to him. Now there is no way around it.

The week after hearing the news, you walk towards Pop’s on a Friday night. This is, without a doubt, one of your favorite days of the week, not only because of the start of the weekend, but because you always meet up with Jughead for fries and a milkshake and talk about anything that you’ve missed that week.

No matter what, he’s always there waiting for you with fries and a milkshake.

Today starts as no different, until you see someone sitting in your spot across from Jughead in your regular booth.

The all too familiar blonde ponytail waves from side to side as she shakes her head and laughs at something he said.

She replies, saying something I can’t hear, because the world is blurring around me, causing tunnel vision.

He laughs in response. And not just a small chuckle like he does with you, but a full laugh with a smile nearly from ear to ear. He looks back at her and his eyes seem to look into hers, and you realize he’s never looked at you like that before.

Then he looks up and locks eyes with you, and you know that he can read exactly what you’re thinking because all of his features change. You’ve caught him in a lie, you’ve caught him with his secret, and he knows it.

You walk out the door, and it slams behind you unintentionally. You put a hand over your mouth to keep sobs from escaping.

The rumors, they’re true. You thought you had dealt with it, but seeing it in person is a whole different story.

You start walking home, afraid that you’ll never be able to make him laugh the way she just did.

I’d love to hear each thought upon your mind

I’d love to hang on close to every word that I could find

You ignore him for the weekend, and even part of the week, not able to talk to him just yet. You need time to process and to heal, and then to move on and try to find someone else. Maybe Archie Andrews?

You shake the thought from your head as soon as it enters, he’s just not your type. Nice guy, not your type.

You’re walking home from school, when you hear footsteps coming up behind you. You know who it is without even needing to look.

You ignore him for a few minutes before he says, “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

You.

“Oh, the uh, school talent show.” you stammer, trying to cover.

“Really?” he questions, lifting his eyebrows. He knows you too well to know when you’re lying about something like this.

“Yeah, thinking about entering it. Speed painting, maybe.” you offer, shrugging your shoulders.

“You should.” he says.

You look at him, surprised, “Really?”

“Your paintings are beautiful, you’d bring the crowd to their feet.” he compliments.

“No…” You shake it off, and you begin to notice his nerves coming back. Something’s up and you’re worried this is how he’s going to break the news that him and Betty are official.

“Yes, you would. Your art would light up any room, and not to mention the presence you would have on stage would just be stunning and…” he’s complimenting you too much.

“No, Juggie, stop.” you interrupt him, stopping and turning to face him.

“What?” he asks, his voice filled with concern.

“I don’t… I…” you struggle to admit what you’ve been hiding from him since grade school, you can’t form the words to tell him.

“(Y/N), what is it?” He puts a hand on your arm, and his touch makes you seize up, your skin growing cold.

“I can’t do this anymore.” you say abruptly, turning away from him so you can’t see his face anymore.

“Do what?” He asks, still close. He doesn’t touch you, but you know that he’s there. He’s there to hold you if you need.

“I can’t listen to you talk about me like that. I can’t. My head will get all messed up and get the wrong ideas. You have Betty, she’s your girlfriend.-” you turn back around to face him, and you can see him trying to say something, but if you don’t tell him about your secret now, you know you never will, so you hold up a hand to him to let you continue speaking, “-and trust me I know, I know I’m your best friend and that we tell each other everything. And you have no idea how much I would love to just hear you go on and on… but it’s wrong, Juggie.”

He gives you a questioning look, silent. You’re trying to hold it together, but a few tears slip from your eyes.
“I’m trying to say that the one secret I haven’t told you, the one thing that I’ve kept from you all these years… is that I am in love with you. I am utterly and completely in love with you, Jughead Jones.” You admit, not able to look him in the eyes. There’s tears dripping down your cheeks, and you don’t want him to see you cry.

“God, (Y/N.” He says, gently lifting your chin to make you look at him.

“What?” you ask, voice cracking, barely a whisper.

“Betty and I… we’re just friends. I was asking her advice about this other girl, I can’t get her off my mind. I’ve been getting nervous around her, and I sound like, well, an idiot.” he admits, and now it’s your turn to be confused.

“Who? Who do you have on your mind?” you question, very aware of his body getting ever so closer to yours.

“You, ya dork.” he gives you a smirk.

“What?” you ask, nothing really computing yet.

His hands hesitate to touch you, worried about what you will say next. He drops his hand from your chin.

Suddenly, it all clicks, all of the glances, all of the nerves, all of the playful shoves and banter. It was flirting, you’ve been flirting.

You grab his neck gently, bringing his lips to meet yours, your bodies finally crashing together. His hands don’t hesitate anymore, going directly to your waist and pulling you closer, if it’s possible.

“You may be an idiot, but you’re my idiot.” you whisper once your lips part, foreheads together.

“I love you, dork.”


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@magnuslightswood - where do i even start :D our conversations are like 90% harry thirst and sharing our love for this perfect human being. you are the nicest person i’ve had a chance to meet here and i’m so happy we started talking because of your harry gifset that basically killed me haha and all your gifs kill me because they are amazing and so are you ^_^ love you lots ❤

@thirstyalec - you are absolutely the sweetest and by the sweetest i obviously mean the most thirsty haha i love how we always expose each other because apparently we have a reputation haha i love talking to you and i still have no idea how you put up with me haha i’ve said it many times but i love you a lot ❤

@daemonya - ahhh, you are my biggest motivation to continue writing my fic and i have no idea what i’d do without you. i love our talks about others fics because you always have the best recs. and i love talking about literally anything with you because we can never run out of topics :D bonding over healthy relationships is the best way to become friends ^_^ looove you! ❤

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@magnusandalexander - you enjoy way too much exposing me all the time haha but i love youuuuu ❤ you’re so smart and funny. you’re sweet but also super salty (but it’s always justified :P). i have no idea how you put up with me lmao also, your gifs give me life ngl aaaand writing our smut fest was amazing so we should probably go back to it at some point :P

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(didn’t make a banner because i’m not t a l e n t e d)

i hit 1k recently and i’m so happy!! i made this blog about a year ago and i never thought i’d reach 100, especially not 1k. thank you so much to everyone who follows me i love you all so much!!

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So I have ADHD and I’ve been researching a lot more about it, and there’s this thing called “Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria” which apparently is mainly specific to those with ADHD.
Now, I just heard about it the other day but just learning about it made me realize how I share many similar symptoms. Which helps me a lot because I hate not being able to understand things.
And hopefully it helps other people with ADHD feel better too, to realize some of the things they feel are not uncommon.

So Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria or RSD, from what I understand, is the super heightened dislike of criticism and being afraid of people getting mad at you, and anything that may come off as mean makes you feel like absolute shit.
and you believe that if anyone seems a little off it’s because of something you did. So then people who have RSD will tend to do things to avoid these situations at all cost.

Such as, being people pleasers, doing a lot of whatever they can to make sure that people feel accommodated and happy. Taking a lot of their life to making other people feel better.

Trying to be perfect. If no one finds flaws in the individual then they cant be criticized.

Or they give up on things all together. They stop doing things because if they don’t do stuff then no one can get angry or mad at them.

Basically you try anything to never put yourself in a compromising position.

Idk learning about this was good because it helped me figure something new about myself so I wanted to share the information. I hope at least one thing made sense because I’m still not exactly sure about everything it entails.

If any of you know more about it, please add to this.

even and isak, are white. there’s no denying that. yes they are people who belong from a minority group (lgbt+ and mental illness), and yes, they are white.

the girl squad, are white. there’s no denying that. yes, some of them belong to minority groups (lgbt+ and mental illness), and they are white.

sana’s season thus far has revolved around everyone but her. it feels like everyone else’s storylines have come before her own one has and has been given far more coverage than her own one has.

every storyline she is in is linked to other people and their pasts. she has no poc friends. jamila and her squad and sana have very clear tension running between them, they do not get on. i would have loved for this season to have had them 2 sort out their differences and find peace between one another, but idk when/if that will happen. the sharmuta on sana’s locker still sends chills down my spine when i see it.

white people will not, and never will, understand poc struggles. that is our own struggle that we have, that is ours. non muslims will not understand the struggles muslims have. that is our struggle, that we have.

so, in that case, where does that leave sana? 1 poc muslim girl up against so many of her non muslim white friends.

how about this: how about, sana being happy with whereever she is, whoever she is with, that makes her happy at that point in time. if that’s a week with noora and a day with even, why not. if that’s 3 days with isak and one hour with vilde, then why not. if its a weekend with the girls and weekdays with the boys, why not. sana’s happiness comes first, not the comfort of white people. rather, those people should make the effort and step up. try to gain some insight. educate themselves. enlighten themselves a little bit.

but you know what else is equally important? and something sana would never do? dismiss any kind of real turmoil. be it bipolar disorder, be it being gay or lesbian, or having an eating disorder, or being an abuse survivor. sana would not mock that. she would give her full support and be there for her friends. no matter how long she has known them for: for as long as she’s known even, or the girl squad, or isak.

because struggles matter. as a poc muslimah, no one knows struggle and feeling outcasted quite like she does. and she’d respect people’s struggles, and if they were struggles of her friend’s, be they the boys or the girls, she would respect them even more.

so, the question is, when is sana gonna get that respect back? when are her struggles going to get that attention, care and respect? when will they be highlighted? when will someone reach out to her, no matter who it is, but when will it be sana’s turn?

people can say whatever they want about larries but in the end of the day it wont change how much they deeply adore louis and harry and you can see it from even the simplest things like the tags they put when they reblog from us and i creep and read them like yeah ive seen some cute ones for louis and harry separately (ive been running this blog for almost 3 years now ive read them all lol) but for some reason reading the tags people post for louis and harry are so damn cute and so so so pure i just i literally want to hug every single one of you lol its always in this like adoring almost motherly tone when i read the tags like very proud like, “yes these two grown men are my babies, they are in love hello yes look at them ima reblog them for you guys can see my beautiful babies” anyways this is really random but idk i was reading some tags and i just i love you guys, im so glad louis and harry have such a amazing, loving, support system nomatter what people may say or think or whatever may be going on around them currently it will never change the fact that you guys love them so damn much and all you want is for them to be happy and feel loved and since you cant tell them you have these blogs, tags, etc. showing everyone else how much you love them and thats beautiful.

anonymous asked:

your imagines are actually so good omg I legit check your blog every day to see if you've updated!! I was wondering if it's not too much trouble could you do an Alex imagine where like the reader is super stressed about school because everyone has high expectations for them but top boyfriend Alex is super cute and calming about it or something like that idk?? Thank you!! <3

I can relate to this so much and I’m sure a lot of you can too, so I hope you like! (Also it makes me so happy that you guys like my writing so much honestly I never expected this kind of following haha) ~

905 words, Alex Standall/reader

You were about as close to hurling your revision guide across your bedroom as your idling hand held your pencil from the paper. You’d always been top of the class, or close enough, so people automatically started saying how great you were going to do when the tests rolled around. It made you feel so anxious that you were the designated person to do well, so worried that you’d let down everyone if you dropped even by a bit. 

You studied hard, barely slept, and had gotten into a fair amount of stress. Alex, your thankfully supportive boyfriend who didn’t care what marks you got, so long as you always made time for yourself; which, of course, you barely did.

Being close to tears when he called that evening (beating yourself up that you kept zoning out through your chemistry revision) you didn’t want to answer the phone and let him know how worked up you were but at the same time, you needed to hear his voice to comfort you.

You shakily pressed ‘accept’.

“Hey Alex, now’s not a good time,”

“Why? You studying?”

“Yeah, actually, I kinda need to get back,” as much as you wanted relief from revision you felt like you couldn’t draw yourself away from it. You had to keep up the reputation of having good marks. You had to.

“No, you don’t. This is as good a time as any, take a break from the books. I’ll be at the park in like ten minutes.” You sighed, thankful that you did have an excuse to close the guide. 

“Alright Standall, I’ll be there.” 

“Hell yeah you will, see you soon y/n,” he hung up, obviously satisfied that he’d persuaded you to choose him over your normal use of your endless nights. 

You saw his bleach-blond hair against the deep navy summer sky, he was leaning against the gate around the park, spinning his phone between a finger and thumb. Smiling when you saw each other you ran over to hug him. Alex kissed your temples and played with the hair that came down to where his hands were placed around you. 

“What were you wasting your time on tonight?” 

“Alex, come on, it’s hardly a waste if I’m gonna do good for myself,” you argued, even though you both knew it wasn’t really for yourself anymore. You knew you could drop a few places and still be the breadwinner in life. “It was chemistry.” 

“Ah, how amazingly fun. Surely more fun than running around town with your boyfriend?” 

“Definitely not.” you were still smiling in his presence but got the overwhelming urge to cry, eyes stinging and nose prickling with that feeling you get before the tears come. Making a mistake, you wiped at your eyes to get rid of the slight dampness, getting him to notice. 

“What’s wrong? Why’re you upset?” he stood before you having to bend slightly at his hips to make sure he was looking you in the eyes and not down on you. You brought your hands away from your face to wrap them around yourself, letting your face twist with the small sniffles and sobs, feeling your cheeks become the rocks behind a waterfall. Was it stupid that you were crying this much over school stress? Not at all, any person would tell you that - but you couldn’t tell yourself. 

“I’m - it’s so stupid to get so weak about this - it’s all too much, baby, the stress, the expectations, I can’t let everyone down by-by failing my exams and-” sometimes you managed to suppress what you were really feeling and just go on with what you needed to do; however, when you got down to thinking about it… this happens. 

“It’s not stupid, not at all. And you’re not stupid for wanting good grades or whatever, but there are so many more important things. Step away from the school environment, god knows we have enough of it. Live your life, you’ll be tied down soon enough,” 

“That’s comforting,”

“It’s honest, y/n. That’s why I try to coax you out of your room all the time, I want you with me. No one cares if you get second, or even last. Most of all, I really don’t care what you do, as long as it’s not making you do, well, this.” he gestured to your puffy face, the tears drying up at his words. “You’re gonna have to work until you’re nearly dead - and right now, you’re alive. Fully alive, and I’m here to live this life with you.” He straightened up, grabbing your arms away from your chest and holding them in his. You both giggled when he swung your arms from side to side, taking in the warm summer breeze and the near-quiet air around you, only broken by the sounds of nature around you. 

It was nice out here, Alex by your side, fresh air inflating your young lungs instead of the stale, stuffiness of your room/second classroom. You barely got out without the help of your boyfriend. 

“I’m ready to live life with you, too, Alex,” 

“I’m glad to hear that. First step of being a normal teenager - break a couple, if not all, of the rules,”

“I think I’m cool with that,” you grinned, allowing him to let go of one of your hands and lead you further into the woods surrounding the park.

im genuinely so tired of yall going on and fuckening on abt harry breaking gender norms. we dont know for sure whether hes a man or if he could be nb or whatever cuz its none of our goddamn business but like heres the THING folks!!! saying harry is “breaking gender norms” is annoying for 2 reasons:

1) youre continuing to uphold the stereotypes of what defines femininity (ie “womens” clothing, the color pink, heeled shoes, nail polish, long hair) which literally is just Bad News Bears for everyone but esp trans & nb ppl who are dealing w the consequences of forced (binary) gendering all the time

2) if these ARE expressions of being not cis then yall are being so fuckng invasive picking apart every detail when hes rly just trying to be himself and express himself ?? like it’s none of our business what his gender is that’s wholly personal ??

like theres a difference btwn acknowledging the value of him stepping outside of binary boundaries using fashion & his appearance as a means of expression and like … touting him as this harbinger of the destruction of gender as we know it…. on top of everything else i said above it ignores the history of nonbinary genders in non white cultures and peoples that have been doing this shit for centuries if not millennia…. so even period as a white person he’s a part of a violent history of white imperialist eradication of nb genders… and it also pushes to the side the trans & nb ppl doing exactly wat harry is doing if not more every day and facing violence for it … idk i could go on but yall are exhausting me tbh just in conclusion like .. take harry’s actions at face value, appreciate that he looks happy and comfortable in himself .. and then stop talking

I HATE those cheesy, stupid ass Facebook posts that go something along the lines of:

“Marriage isn’t easy. Marriage is ugly, messy, it’s fighting over little things, it’s seeing the worst in someone, seeing them angry and impatient. But it’s also laughing until you cry, eating ice cream on the kitchen floor at 3 am, etc”

Like… COME ON!!!! What kind of heterosexual bullshit is this?!

Seriously, marriage shouldn’t be as fucking miserable as people (mostly hetero people) always make it out to be.

Sorry, but my husband and I are happy together, we genuinely enjoy each other’s company, and we have healthy communication so that we hardly ever fight? And when we do fight, we’re able to talk it out?? There’s nothing ugly, messy, or difficult with our marriage.

Idk, perpetuating that shit just grinds my gears.

I will never understand the normalization of being in miserable marriages.

Yousana drabble/one-shot

Yousef was excited to go to the stupid karaoke event.

He really was, really.

Seeing Sana again after they hung out on Friday? Being able to talk to her freely without being afraid of Elias possibly being hostile about it? Not feeling insecure about not being a Muslim?

He was excited.

So imagine his shock when he walked in and all he saw was Even singing while Sana was grinning and cheering him on.

His blood was boiling.

He told her everything about him - okay, maybe not everything, but he told her the basics. She knew the reason he stopped believing in Allah was because of him. She sought out Even, probably asked him to come so that they could make up or whatever. And possibly get him to believe in Allah again.

Hell no.

She was trying to change him and no matter how sweet her smile was or how bright her eyes were or how adorable she was whenever she got excited about something as insignificant as cockroaches, she couldn’t.

She can’t change his beliefs.

So he ignored her.

After seeing Elias arguing with Even’s friends, he had the idea that things would not be going well so he immediately had to seek Sana out to help her brother. He didn’t want to speak to her but he couldn’t just let Elias lash out.

Right after she left to help him, her friend Noora started speaking to him.

“Bad day?” she smiled knowingly, observing his annoyed expression.

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“Ah, Sana. She’s the most loyal sibling I’ve ever met,” Noora commented.

He shrugged. “Elias and Sana might annoy the fuck out of each other but if you hurt one of them, you hurt the other.” That was actually a direct quote from Elias when he warned him before inviting him to the stupid SYNG event.

“She’s usually loyal,” Noora sighs. “Especially as a Muslim, I just can’t help but admire how dedicated she is. With all this Russ stuff, she still manages to practice her religion without a struggle.”

Yousef shrugged. If he heard one more word about Sana, he was going to scream. All he wanted to do was to forget the girl with the cute dimples and kickass basketball skills.

“I remember once we went to this party last year and there was this Penetrator guy hitting on her and she rejected him in such an embarrassing way that he couldn’t even talk to us anymore,” Noora recalls with a laugh.

Yousef couldn’t help but crack a smile. The same girl who could barely meet his eyes had no trouble telling off some random stranger.

She had no trouble trying to change him either.

“It’s actually pretty cool that she’s loyal to the whole rule about only marrying Muslims. There’s a lot of non-Muslim guys who have shown interest in her but she’d brush them off without a problem.”

That caught his attention. “What?”

“Yeah, she told me that Muslims could only marry other Muslims. She was pretty strict about it.”

Yousef clenched his jaw.

Why even bother with her anymore if she was going to end up marrying some random Muslim guy?

The thought of it made his heart clench. He didn’t want to picture her with anyone.

“Actually it was because I was interested in you,” Noora laughed, catching Yousef by surprise. “She told me that I’d be better off without though.”

His eyes hardened. “Did she, now?”

Noora tilted her head. “Yup. She said something about Muslim guys like you only using Norwegian girls until they want to get serious about a Muslim girl or something like that.”

He wanted to laugh. He’s been losing sleep and smiling for hours thinking about a girl who thought he was that low and disrespectful.

He wanted to stop loving her.

He wanted to forget her.

He wanted to never think about her again.

Yousef found himself smiling a sinister smile. “Well, I’m actually not Muslim.”

Noora widened her eyes and coughed. “What?”

“I don’t believe in Allah,” Yousef shrugged.

Noora grinned. “So I guess you’re not concerned with only marrying Muslim girls?”

He forced a smirk. “No.”

“In that case…” Noora leaned forward and touched his chest with her small hand. Her eyes drifted towards his lips and he knew exactly what she was thinking.

He slowly moved towards her and lowered his eyelids.

All he could see was Sana smiling as he handed her flowers. Sana laughing as she sneakily stole the ball from him. Sana’s terrible carrot peeling skills. Sana’s rant about the universe with her eyes wide and excited and bubbly like a cute, curious little girl’s. Sana’s challenging stare whenever someone questioned her abilities.

He needed to stop thinking about her. He needed to stop thinking about the girl he’d never have.

Without a further thought, he threw Sana’s beautiful face out of his mind as he leaned forward and met Noora’s lips with his own.

When people say they have no regrets, I find myself questioning why I have so many. I regret that the people who have left haven’t taken the best of me with them. I regret that the people who have left did so because I never afforded them anywhere near the best of me. I regret not putting my best foot forward. I regret that the people who stay will not see the best of me. Because the best of me doesn’t exist yet. That elusive notion is just as slippery as eternal happiness. So regrets exist. Nostalgia exists. Saudade exists. And try as I may, I simply cannot imagine a life not weighed with regrets.