important things 4 me

Protector - Jughead Jones Imagine (Riverdale)

Originally posted by knightlley

Warnings: mentions of abuse

Requests: Anon 1: Number 4 with jughead please!
Anon: Numbers 4, 14, and 18 for juggie jones from the prompt list please?
@samiloves2sing: Could you please do a 1 and 4 with Jughead from Riverdale that ends up with y/n and Jughead being together cause they both have crushes on each other
1. “You’re the only thing left that is important to me now.”
4. “You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!”
14. “I promise that I’ll protect you.”
18. “I think you’re worth much more than that.”

Summary: Jughead and the reader are at Veronica’s party and Jughead talks to the reader about their abusive father.

A/N: To the 2 anons and @samiloves2sing, I hope you all don’t mind but you all had similar requests so I thought that I could combine them and create an imagine that could have a part 2 with the final prompt? Let me know if you guys want a part 2. I hope you enjoy it, it’s one of my favourites!! Xx

Mask - Noun: a covering for all or part of the face, worn as a disguise, or to amuse or frighten others. Verb: to conceal (something) from view. It’s almost fitting that you should be at a masquerade party, for you are both covering your face as a disguise and concealing something from view. The former being a symbolic foreshadow to the latter.

Veronica insisted on having a party to release all of our emotions as Riverdale’s tragic downfall increases. Her theme is almost poetic. A masquerade. Whether she realises it or not the theme is a metaphor for Jason Blossom’s murder as his murder could be hiding among us. Hiding behind a mask of lies every waking moment of the day.

Unfortunately, they’re not the only one hiding something. Your father, a well loved council member, abused you behind closed doors. Your mother had passed away during childbirth and your father had never recovered. 4 years ago you had turned 12 and your father came home drunk. Up until then he had been a good father but the 12 years of bottled up resentment had finally burst. You took the beatings and after he had passed out you would tend to your wounds and escape to Pop’s, where your dark haired crush and best friend would be waiting for you.

You never told Jughead what happens but after a few meet ups where you had consistently shown up with multiple bandages and (at times) casts, he put two and two together. Most of the times he would distract you from the day’s events and let you read and give your opinion on his novel, but there were the days where he would take you to the twilight and cuddle with you while you watched movies. You knew he wasn’t one for affection or physical contact so knowing he was fighting his natural instinct to shy away from those things, helped mend the emotional and mental issues you had accumulated.

And so its with a knowing look that Jughead greets you with that you know that he knows what it’ll cost you to show up at Veronica’s party. You look away from the brooding writer to try and forget about the impending doom that will befall you when you leave the blissful chaos you’re currently in the middle of.

“A beautiful mask for the beautiful mystery in black,” you hear your crush comment behind you. You turn around, a blush tinting your cheeks and your heart skipping a beat at the compliment.

“And a simple mask for the perceptive writer,” you remark, locking eyes with him and conveying all your emotions through your eyes.

“Should we get you a drink m'lady?” He obnoxiously bows with a wink.

“As long as it’s not alcoholic,” he grins and starts to make a reply only to be interrupted but a certain, drunk, redhead.

“Oh (Y/N) have a little fun! It’s a party after all,”

“Archie I-” he shushes you and shoves a drink in your hand.

“When I come back, that drink better be gone,” he grins walking away with a sway in his steps. As soon as he’s far enough, Jughead, who you hadn’t noticed had left, came back with a drink in his hand and swaps it with the one Archie gave you. Smiling at him gratefully you take a sip. Lemonade. He always knows what to do. You skull the drink as Archie turns around to look at you and you flip your cup, showing an empty cup. He grins nodding before going back to…you don’t even know what he’s doing. After a couple of hours, you and Jughead escape into a room and lock the door, securing a quiet and peaceful escape.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” He questions as you both sit down next to each other on the bed.

“Yea, I’m alright, just tired,”

“You know I’m not talking about the party,”

“I know but I can’t give you an answer you’ll be satisfied with,”

“(Y/N), how about you come stay at the twilight with me tonight? Nothing will hurt you there,”

“Juggy, no. I can’t,”

“I promise I’ll protect you,”

“Jug I’m not worth your protection. You need to be focused on someone else. I’m a lost cause,” you pause a while before smiling, “I’m a lost girl, soon I can go to Neverland.” You make a reference to your favourite childhood story knowing your raven haired confident would understand your hidden message.

“(Y/N),” he frowns, “ you know I think you’re worth much more than that. I’m not letting you go so easily” You breath hitches at the implications of your crushes statements.

“Jughead, you can’t protect me. It’s too dangerous and you’re the only thing left that is important to me now. Please don’t put yourself in harms way for someone like me.” He stands up, takes his beanie off and runs his hand through his hair in frustration. He then quickly turns around, grabs your head and crashes his lips to yours. Your eyes widen in shock and the force and passion of his kiss takes your breath away. You quickly recover and kiss him back with just as much passion.

“I’m not letting you go back there,”

“You can’t stop me, my father is the only family I have left,”

“(Y/N) you have me,”

“I know I do but letting you protect me would only hurt you. It’s like letting you stand in front of a gun that’s gonna fire towards me regardless of its obstacle.” He sighs giving up.

“Fine, but I expect to see you at Pop’s at 9 tomorrow morning and not in Neverland. Understand?” He tells me in a firm and commanding tone. I notice the fear in his voice and hug him tightly.

“Thank you Jug.” We pull away and I look at the time.

“It’s really late, I should go home before it gets worse,” he looks at me worriedly.

“Ok, let’s go,”

“You’re not coming with me”

“I’m going to walk you home, and you cannot say or do anything about it.” You both walk out of the room, find Veronica and thank her for the party. You both then start making the doomed trek to your house. Halfway there Jughead grabs your hand and squeezes it reassuringly.

“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you,” he says.

“Ok,” you simply reply, getting tired of the constant circle the conversation is going in.

When you’re two houses away you stop, let go of his hand and turn around to face him.

“Juggy, thank you for everything but now you have to let me go,” he grabs you by the waist and kisses you again, softly this time. You wrap your arms around his neck and you hold each other tightly, afraid to let go. When you both break away for air, you peck him one more time and then walk to your house. Giving Jughead one last look you walk inside to face your father.

“(Y/N)! Your finally home,” he spits at you with disdain. “I told you not to go to the party,” he gets up from his chair and starts coming towards you, backing you up against the wall. He takes another swig of his beer and raises the bottle behind his head. He goes to take a swing at you, when the front door bursts open and your dad is knocked to the ground. Your knight in shining armour, Jughead, steps in front of you.

“You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!”

A/N: part 2 anyone?

Y/N = your name

one big homestuck family

I’ve applied for a new job - for a company very similar to the one I used to work for and loved my job there (in fact, it literally has the same name it’s just run by a different company)

My only concern about not getting the job (I’m probably the most qualified candidate considering I have years of experience) is that I’ve had to say I need 3 weekends’ holiday within the next 3 months

Please pray for me, wish me luck, or whatever you do for friends in this situation

I need this job so I can keep doing fun things, meeting my friends from around the world, and doing important things like eating and paying rent etc..

Thanks y’all

Look at what Ally posted on snapchat today!

Me starting to play Fallout 4: The important thing is that I’m gonna stay in character, even if I find a companion interesting I’m not going to pander to them by saying/doing things just so they’ll like me, no sir, I’m going to be very consequent and if they don’t like what they see they’re free to walk.

My survivor around Codsworth: Clean-living, no-littering, kissing babies on the forehead, throwing my jacket in this radioactive puddle in front of a settler family so they can safely cross it, heck, I’ll throw MYSELF in there, bless you and your family my good sir () :)

My survivor around Hancock: Doesn’t even bother with letting Hancock carry my junk since I’m chewing through Bufftats like they’re candy, goes to party in Goodneighbor, wakes up in Quincy dressed as a pirate in a room full of dead Gunners. My pockets are full of silt beans.

ok important decision time pls help me with these 4 things:

1) should i write kevin a little letter and give it to him?? bc i want to tell him how much he means to me but i’ll only have 20 seconds to talk to him and also i dont wanna get sappy and cry.

2) which shirt should i wear: my kevin/sami fight forever shirt or my kevin owens show shirt? my hoodie won’t come until tomorrow so its not an option rip.

3) which hat should i wear: my ‘fight owens fight’ beanie, my ‘livE’ snapback or my kevin baseball cap?

4) should i be a fucking loser and bring him fruit punch gatorade that he asked for once a few months ago or nah?

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Listen. The first time I heard about Homestuck, it was 2 weeks before my 17th birthday. I was pretty big into roleplaying on Livejournal and one of my friends decided to pick up Karkat, about a week after his introduction to the comic. We didn’t know anything about his arc, or what this would become. He yelled, messed with John, and that was all that mattered. She begged me to read Homestuck, and I delayed 6 months while whining about the length. (“It’s been going on for more than a year?? That’s soooo loooong!” Hah.) Finally, in January of 2011, she called me in tears because one of her favorite characters had died- it was the beginning of The Murder Arc and I agreed to read it. I was caught up one month later, playing [S] Seek The Highblood at 2:30 in the morning on a high school night, crying with headphones in as the honks echoed throughout the game. I still tell this story, to people who are just catching up, about how exhausted I looked after 3 hours sleep and how my teachers almost sent me home because I was up half the night.

Listen. The first time I told a friend about Homestuck, it was a convention, two weeks after I was caught up. I was planning a panel- an IC Q&A, like I did in Hetalia once, and I had everyone but Vriska. The girl I was telling I knew pretty well- we went to the same high school, though she had graduated a year before. I thought she would like it. I showed her Rose’s Enter flash and a pesterlog of Vriska and Terezi. She accepted. We’re roommates now. She’s my best friend; my Scourge Sister. We tell this story when people ask how we became so close. Funny thing, we’ll say. It started with this fuckin webcomic.

Listen. The first time I cosplayed from Homestuck, I didn’t know how to sew. I followed an online tutorial to put buttons on a pre-made skirt. I painted lines on shoes and had a friend made Jade’s atom out of puff paint. All my costumes before this were pre-bought. This was the first thing I made, and I was proud of it. Less than 2 months later, I made my first pair of armsocks. I wrote a tutorial. Now, 5 years later, I looked at a costume from Dragon Age, and went “yeah, I can make that” and it took less than a month. People ask how I know how to sew, and this is the story I tell, about pricking my finger on a stray needle as I tried to get a button on, and cutting a fake belt out of felt.

Listen. The first time I moved out of the house, to college, 10 states away, just after my 18th birthday, I got my roommate to read Homestuck so we’d have something to talk about. When Cascade dropped that fall, we huddled by my computer, after an hour of trying to load Newgrounds, watching the flash on a livestream from an MSPA Forums moderator. We clutched each other and cried as our kids went God Tier. We started working on costumes the following day. Our apartment was littered with printouts of fanart, and once to scare me she coated the room in Gamzee. The following April Fools, it was Nic Cage. We had faces drawn on our tissue boxes in corresponding colors to the Beta Kids. People will ask, what was your college experience? I will tell them these stories. I will tell them how the RA couldn’t get the picture of Jake English off the ceiling.

Listen. The first time I met people I knew were going to be close to me, I knew would stand by me, it was Homestuck. The first time I made an expansive group of friends that stayed close. The first time I planned events, panels, that evolved into bigger and better things, that became 4/13 meets, that became themed meets, that became Promstuck, that became a 700 person shoot in the back of a convention center. It has been five years and about a month since I read Homestuck. It has been nearly 6 years since I first heard about it. I am 2 and a half months shy of my 23rd birthday. I am wearing a home-made Terezi hoodie, as I clock out from my job to go pick up a prescription. There are two rubber ducks, customized by a friend to be Vriska and Terezi, sitting on my figurine shelf to my right. In my bed there are 9 scalemates- none I’ve made myself, but almost all gifts, some from friends and some from strangers. The wall above my bed is dedicated to pictures people have given me- a sweet doodle from a girl at a con who drew pictures for everyone, and gave me mine special for making her first convention and her first fandom an amazing experience. A cardboard Prospit hangs on the ceiling from the first Promstuck, a gift from the craft team to me for the event. A card is tacked to the wall behind my desk, from 3 events later, signed by the whole team. I still have the plastic crown that never fit my head hanging off my bedpost, most of it’s gems missing, from when I was voted Homestuck Prom Queen at the first Promstuck. If there was a fire, it’d be one of the things I would think to save.

Homestuck has always been a story about growing up. About realizing yourself. About the bonds you make and the friends you carry with you and the ones you don’t even know are waiting right around the corner. Homestuck came to me the summer before senior year of high school. I have now been out of college for almost a year. I am living with my Scourge Sister, lay on a red couch I picked out as a joke of our trope. The only photo of us in the apartment is the picture we took after our first Homestuck panel, in full grey. Everyone I know, including me, has other interests- has held other things close to their heart- but when I think of Homestuck, it’s going to be these stories. Stories of being stopped on the street and given a thumbs up for a hoodie with a Homestuck symbol on it, stories of listening to the Colours and Mayhem album on it’s release date as I went to pick up a friend for a 4/13 meetup, stories of singing karaoke in closed quarters with Homestuck lyrics pasted over in a cacophony of sound, stories of strangers approaching me at conventions with little gifts of appreciation, stories of internet roleplaying late into the night, stories of crying and laughing and some people you see once and some people you hope you see for the rest of your life. Stories of growing up. Snapshots of my life, influenced by a comic I read on the internet in high school.

I know Homestuck means a lot to a lot of people. But to me it will always be the thing that brought me into adulthood. That made a hard transition of life not so hard. That made me feel safe in knowing no matter where I went, someone would share my passions. That a Homestuck shirt was an invitation, a smear of grey a friendship, a late night text chat a promise. And in the end I think it’s perspective I appreciate the most, because I’m sad the comic’s ending, hard to think of what i’ll do without it. But it gave me the strength to go on.

And it’s always going to leave me wondering, “Okay, so, what’s next?”

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that time once again. please like/reblog if you post:

-Mogeko games
-Other RPG games
-Legend of Zelda
-DMMd
-Tokyo Ghoul
-Sailor Moon Crystal
-Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun
-Free!
-Haikyuu!
-No. 6
-Rune Factory 4
-Tales of Series Games
-PMMM
-Anything similar idk i just need more

all these wont fit into the tags so if you could reblog this to spread it around it would help a lot!!!

anonymous asked:

hey, i haven't been on for the last 4 days... could you tell me the important things that happened in the fandom while i was away?

Well apparently these are wild times we’re living in, big things are happening on a daily basis, and you can’t even sleep or you’ll miss something. 4 days ago brings us back to Sunday, yes?

August 24: Dallas concert

  • Backstage at the fan meet and greet/signing, Harry bumped into Louis and Louis grazed his wrist. This might not sound like much, but just watch it. WATCH IT. X X X Liam’s reaction through the whole thing is pretty amazing too.
  • It also seems as if Harry wore one of Louis’ shirts. Again. X
  • And Harry continued to wear the blue bandana that day. The significance of that is right here.

August 25: Day off

  • Niall followed a Larry/Ziam Sims porn twitter. Yes. This is real life. Take a look. X X It got suspended/deleted/idek yesterday, but it came back and Niall is still following it so :)

August 26: Day off

August 27: St Louis concert

  • The One Direction Official Annual 2015 book came out. And for once the interviews in it have some decent information. For example: Louis apparently has a dog named Bruce that nobody knew about, Louis used to poke Harry in the face to entertain himself so that’s what they call it. alight, Harry and Louis’ favorite place to be is home, and their favorite thing to do on their days of is have a Sunday roast. These were separate interviews btw. But they gave the same answers. *suspicious moon emoji*
  • And here’s the really big one. At the concert Harry wore a jersey with Michael Sam’s name on it. Michael Sam is the first openly gay man drafted into the NFL. What Harry did was an incredible, brave action of support. X