Use your mind. Remember. Observe. You are not different from others. Most of their experiences are valid for you too. Think clearly and deeply, go into the structure of your desires and their ramifications. They are a most important part of your mental and emotional make-up and powerfully affect your actions. Remember, you cannot abandon what you do not know. To go beyond yourself, you must know yourself.
on the subject of songs used in sunny, the song “genius of love” by tom tom club was used twice on the show - the first time being “the gang squashes their beefs,” right before mac and dennis’ apartment burns down, and the second time being “dennis’ double life,” after mac and dennis’ apartment was shown to be rebuilt and restored. if home is where the heart is, isn’t that the genius of love - something that has the power to repair a home (and indirectly, a relationship)?
The trail-blazer. The pioneer. Me, myself, and I. Fire. Civilization. Self-growth. Self-improvement. Taking the next step. Entitlement. Moving forwards. Hating boredom. Needing excitement and goals in your life. The first sign of the zodiac. The infant. Eternally young. Egotistical. Experimental. Creative. Competitive. A little reckless, but brave, brash, and bold. Hiding your sensitivity. Hiding your feelings with aggression. Self-assertive. Self-directed. Action-oriented. Force of vitality, force of nature.
Silk sheets, good food, long walks in nature, gardens in full bloom. Sensuality, stability, sturdiness. Wanting the good things in life. Wanting to take it easy. Wanting comfort in life. Earthy, laid-back, relaxed. Blue skies and light breeze. Level-headed. Reliable. Dependable. Averse to change. Averse to stress. Stubborn. Clinging to the past. Not willing to see other points of view. Need to decompress. Naturally attuned to music. Attuned to nature. Loving, caring, sweet.
Duality. Having several personalities. Intellectualizing your emotions. Clever. Witty. Improvisation. Natural comedians, tricksters, storytellers. Going with the flow. Preferring to take life as it is. Sly eyes and smiles. Curious. Quick-witted. Sharp mind. Hard to keep up with, can blend in anywhere. Endless inner monologue. "I think, therefore I am." Learning how to speak up. Learning how to articulate. Learning how to learn. Astute, adaptable, flexible. Learning how to speak up.
Empathy. The nurturer. Intuition. Just “knowing” things. Flash insights. Having hunches. Kindness. Showing your vulnerable side. Guarded, careful, shrewd. The rise and fall of the tides. Getting wrapped up in your feelings, feeling consumed by your emotions. Feeling drained by a lack of emotional support. Nourishing presence. Soulful eyes. Looking like an old soul. Learning how to let go. Learning how to deal with attachment in a healthy way. Your strength comes from your emotions, your sensitivity.
Big ego, big heart too. Glamorous, grandiose, good-hearted, and good intentions. Egotistical. Self-involved. Self-centered. Generous. Kind. Loyal. Looking for the brighter side in life. Focused on self-expression. Focused on expressing your creativity. Shining light. A little flashy. Effortlessly getting attention. Needing attention. Needing praise. Honorable, courageous, high-minded. Inner child. Innocent in a way. Always wanting to see the best in people. Hopeful. Inspiring.
Observer. Focusing on the the details. Wanting to serve. Wanting to be helpful. Naturally intellectual and analytical. Critical, exacting, perfectionist. Down-to-earth. Au-natural. Hidden quirks. Witty, worldly, wise. Suave. The little things make your day. Self-criticism. Criticizing others. Nothing is ever good enough. Wanting to always improve yourself. Checking your work once, twice, three times. Piercing gaze. Delicate look. Hidden sensitivity. Modesty. Pure soul.
Charm. Pleasant appearance, pleasant voice, pleasant personality. Wanting to be well-liked. Wanting to be agreeable. Suppressing your own wishes in order to appease others. People-pleaser. Doormat. Loving beauty. Loving having an easy life. Naturally skilled with dealing with others. Natural eye for beauty. Natural eye for balance. Wanting to keep things on the lighter sides of things. Fashion-icons. Schmoozer. Tactful, diplomatic, likeable.
Hidden things. Secrets. Alluring in a dangerous way. Challenging yourself. Changing yourself. Feeling the fear and doing it anyways. Loved or hated, feared or revered. Lack of self control. Powering through. Leaving your old self behind. Provoking extreme reactions from other people. Being extreme, swinging 180 degrees- being very good or very bad. A mysterious aura. A dark appearance. Hidden strength. Hawk eyes. Jealousy. Possessiveness. Mother tiger. Remembers every slight and every bit of kindness, and will repay it tenfold.
Wanting freedom. Naturally uninhibited. Feeling relaxed, feeling good. Big, cheesy grins. Laughing with your entire body. Seeing the bigger picture. Having a feeling that everything will be alright. Trying to look at the positive side of life. The philosopher, the explorer, the thinker, the optimist, the adventurer, the traveler. Hypocritical. Doing things in excess. Winging everything. Honest. Too blunt. Fantastic sense of humor. Enthusiastic, sincere, positive.
Calm, cool, collected. Composure. Serious faces that light up beautifully when they smile. Cold exterior, hidden empathy. Traditional values. Moral integrity. Principled. Old-fashioned. Timeless. Classy. Facing difficulties in early life. Not feeling comfortable in your own skin. Aging like a fine wine. Getting older suits you. Building something for yourself. Building up a new life for yourself. Starting with nothing and now having something.
Spaceman. Electricity. A lightening bolt. The wilderness, the bizarre, the future. Innovation. Technology. Everything new. Everything bizarre. The rebel without a cause. "Think different." Feeling misunderstood. The outcast. The outsider. Black sheep. Keeping people at a distance. Learning to become an individual. Unique. Creative. Wanting to be authentic. Unable to be conventional, unable to do what's expected. Iconoclast.
Dreaming, surrealism, idealism. Glamour, Golden Age Hollywood. People who are larger than life. Myths, legends, archetypes. Wanting to live up to an image. Delusionment, confusion, disappointment. Imagining how you should live instead of actually living it. Getting lost at sea. A cloudy morning with the horizon shrouded in fog. Spirituality. Connecting with your higher self. Connecting with a higher purpose. Working for a bigger cause. Compassion. Enlightenment. Elusive, dreamy, imaginative.
I have a fat character I want to draw but she ends up looking weird no matter how hard I try... :< Do you know any tutorials on how to draw larger people?
I can totally understand your frustration. We’re taught to draw thin bodies a lot more often and thoroughly than we’re taught to draw fat ones, so learning how to draw larger bodies can definitely be a struggle, even for fat artists. But I’ve rustled up some links that should hopefully prove useful to you and other artists dealing with the same problem.
Once you get past the part about abs this one’s got some really good information and reference on how to draw how fat looks realistically: “Understanding Anatomy VII“ (that whole tutorial series looks to be helpful on drawing anatomy, so I recommend checking the other parts out too)
This one doesn’t cover larger fats, but it does have some good stuff about distributions of fat on the body and variations on fatness: “Varying Your Body Types”
Here’s a short, not-terribly-thorough one (that’s got some complaints in it on unrealistic depictions of fatness in fat-fetishistic art, just fyi), but which makes good points on incorporating gravity into depictions of fatness so the fat doesn’t look like balloons: “How To Draw Fat Women”
This one’s a short tutorial (that has minor problematic language) about how to draw waists that’s inclusive of smaller fat bodies. “Female Waist Tutorial”
A short tutorial about drawing hips, inclusive of smaller fat hips. Not a lot to it, but helpful to glance over. “Female Hip Tutorial”
“Drawing Fat on the Body is a video tutorial that covers some helpful advice on how to draw fat bodies building off of prior knowledge of drawing thin bodies. Doesn’t cover different types of fat bodies/fat distribution and has some other imperfections, but a decent beginner starting point. ” (contains some mild problematic language)
“How to Draw Fat Bodies” Here’s a short post with some good general tips to keep in mind when attempting to draw fat people.
(One of the sadder parts of finding these was sifting through different tutorials and finding ones that were teaching how to draw really inaccurate or over-simplified fat anatomy, or included really fatphobic language or commentary in the tutorial =.=)
Here’s a Site which contains lots of pictures of different women searchable by height, age, weight, etc. that looks really helpful: “My Body Gallery.com”
A site with a lot of great full-body pictures of people organized by their height and weight (referential to the bs BMI system, but still great art reference) “Cockeyed: Height / Weight”
Otherwise, if you want to search for fat reference on tumblr, I’d suggest looking through tags and blogs that often contain selfies/photos of fat people, since when you’re trying to learn how fat actually looks, nothing is more accurate reference for it than the real thing.
HOWEVER, you must be respectful in your use of these tags or blogs for reference!!!! As in DO NOT draw people straight out of any photos you find and post your work unless you get permission from the subjects you’ve drawn and/or their photographers. If you do draw random people you see in the tag, then treat your drawings as practice/study and confine whatever you make to your sketchbook for your own eyes.
But I do wholly advocate looking at all sorts of images of fat people and really paying attention to all the different ways their fat manifests itself and looks, and then practicing drawing figures inspired by what you’ve observed.
(please note that some of these tags and blogs listed below may contain nudity/nsfw content:)
(If you see your blog linked to above and would rather it not be pointed to as a place to find reference of fat bodies, just let me know and I’ll take it off right away.)
Anyways, hope this helps! And if you know of, find, or make any more tutorials, references sources, etc., please do message me with the links to be added onto this post!!! I’ll update this as I find/receive more stuff to add.
(Updated: 5/31/15 with 8 new additions to the fat drawing tutorial and fat reference photo sections)
Go beyond everything. Don’t collect anything.
A king does not need to go shopping in his own
kingdom. Nor does he beg.
Remember, you are the inner reality-pure awareness only.
All that arises are appearances in consciousness.
Don’t bother with all that. Rest only as the awareness.
This is the secret.
“Disneyland Paris Castle Concept” Tim Delaney, 1990
During the development of the Disneyland Paris park, one of the biggest concerns was the park’s centerpiece castle. After all, France was chock full of its own fantasy-like castles, so whatever the Imagineers built needed to be even more impressive than their previous feats. Many concepts and ideas were presented, but one of the most dramatic departures from the formula was from Imagineer Tim Delaney. Shown here, Delaney envisioned an art nouveau-esque observation tower inspired by European visionaries H.G. Wells and Jules Verne. Guests would have been able to take ornate elevators to the observation decks for full views of this new Disney land. While this aesthetic was not a fit for the park’s castle, it was incorporated into the park’s Discoveryland and into future Disney parks.
when Isak has troubles sleeping he feels the cold as easily
a frail old woman, regardless of how warm it actually is. Isak finds it
annoying as fuck, but Even thinks it’s quite cute because there’s something so
endearing about seeing Isak bundled up in all his layers.
especially when Isak wraps himself up in one of Even’s
warmer hoodies, pouting about why all Even’s are so much comfier than Isak’s
own. Even doesn’t see it; he’s always thought his and Isak’s hoodies were
equally comfortable, but Isak is adamant so Even always lets it slide.
he’ll probably never admit it but Isak loves Even’s hoodies
so much because, yes they are really soft and well worn and warm and exactly
what Isak’s tired and freezing body needs to fend off the cold, everything about
them reminds him of Even.
his comforting smell clings to them regardless of how many times
they go through the wash.
the way they’re just a little too big for Isak makes him
feel small and cosy and protected by his giant of a boyfriend.
the softness of the fabric is almost as comforting as
getting a hug from Even, and Isak will often cuddle up in one of Even’s hoodies
when they haven’t seen each other for a while.
the boys tease him about it whenever they notice him in Even’s
clothes, but Isak just rolls his eyes and flips them off because like hell is
he going to part with Even’s cosy hoodies.
long after the cold has left his bones and even when sweat
starts prickling at skin he’ll still be burrowed in Even’s hoodie, feeling just
a little bit safer under it.
Happy Birthday to Charles Darwin! Born February 12, 1809, in Shrewsbury, England, Charles Darwin became one of the world’s most influential scientists. The Darwin Manuscripts Project has compiled full-color, high-resolution images of faithfully transcribed Darwin’s work.In these documents, you can trace the development of Darwin as a thinker and you will meet Darwin as a keen-eyed collector, an inspired observer, and a determined experimenter. You will also find Darwin the shrewd reader, attuned to his cultural context, and the strategic writer, ever reconsidering and revising.
The Celtic festival of Beltane, usually celebrated on the first of May,
honours the Spirit of the Green Man, consort of the primordial Great
Goddess. He’s the hunter and the seed of vegetation, fertility, growth
and change. He can also be called Herne or Cernunnos, just like a deer
he mates with the mystical Goddess and she gives birth to the Star
Child. The veil between the world of the mortals and that of the fairies
is extremely thin during Beltane, and the two realms are in
communication, the fairy Otherworld is said to bestow gifts upon seers
and poets during that time, people that may have fallen asleep under a
May-tree. One thing is for sure inspiration and the observation of
natural cycles are closely related. The natural world is the sensual
Hey guys! So this is a story I started writing maybe 3 or 4 hours ago? It’s not Marvel, I know, but @mrsjugheadjonesthethirdwas having a writing contest, so I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to try another fandom. Also, if you didn’t know, Jughead and all of the other characters are from a show calledRiverdale, and oh my gosh, it’s such a great show! If you haven’t yet, check it out! Anywho, I hope you guys like it even if you don’t watch the show. Enjoy Munchkins!
When you first met Jughead Jones III, you were people watching. You often found yourself doing that when you needed inspiration for your art, so there you sat at Pop’s, watching as people came and went, hoping that any one of them would send a spark through your veins.
You sat for hours in the same position, hand hovering over your sketchbook, pencil cocked at the ready, eyes flitting from each customer. In each you found something that almost lit the fuse, but never caused a flame. You noted that you really liked Cheryl’s hair or the way Betty laughed with her whole body or how Archie grinned as he played another one of his songs or even when Veronica smirked, but none of it made your hand start gliding across the page.
So you waited some more, watching at Archie and Betty and Veronica left. Watching as Cheryl delicately ate her fries before waltzing out of the shop, her cronies following close behind. Watching as people from this small town of Riverdale left you feeling nothing but dejected. They gave you no motivation.
And then he walked in.
He hadn’t even made it all the way into Pop’s before your hand tingled. You hadn’t even waited before he was sat in his usual booth before you were sketching the way his head was tilted down, music blasting from his headphones and eyes fixed on his laptop. Fifteen minutes hadn’t even passed before he was calling you out for staring.
“Can I help you with something?”
For a moment, you couldn’t tell he was talking to you. You were so immersed in getting his lips right, that you sat for a solid two minutes not noticing until your eyes met his, an eyebrow raised in question. Your hand immediately stopped.
“I’m sorry, what?” You finally spoke, trying to seem unfazed by the way his eyes focused only on you, the intensity behind them almost making you break.
Jughead rolled his eyes before returning his gaze back to the screen.
“I said, ‘Can I help you with something?’”
You were stuck. You had known Jughead all of your life. In such a small town, that was common, but you didn’t know Jughead. You’d only ever crossed paths at school, barely even making eye contact with one another, but here you were now, staring him in the eye while he sassed you. For all you knew, that could’ve meant he hated your guts. And from what you had heard from Reggie and Moose, you wouldn’t put it passed him to be a total dick to you.
But then there was what you had seen when he was with Archie. He was smirking most of the time, but he seemed genuine. It wasn’t hard to see the tells on Jughead’s face when all you had been working on for months was sketching the different ways people expressed the same emotion.
And there it was. The tell. He wasn’t exactly comfortable or excited about anything, but the way his eyebrows were looser than whenever you had seen him without his little group, it was clear that he wasn’t on the defensive. That was enough for you to respond with a less strict tone.
“Actually yeah, I need you to pout your lips for me,” you chirped, holding his gaze when his eyes flew up to look at you again.
You laughed at his wide-eyed expression.
“I’m kidding. But it would really help if you just went back to brooding and concentrating on your laptop. You’ve completely ruined the pose,” you teased, glancing down to the sketchbook as your hand worked on perfecting the curls that spilled from the boy’s beanie.
Jughead’s mouth hung agape for a few moments, sputtering as he tried to come up with a response, only to spit out a pathetic, “Why?”
Smiling slightly, you lift your sketchbook so he can see the drawing of him looking at his laptop. All that was missing was the shading, the few moles littering his face and the final touches on the headphones that had fallen to rest on his neck.
“So you were staring at me for a drawing?” Jughead asked after a few seconds of examining the sketch.
“I wasn’t staring,” you argued, lowering the drawing on to the table. “I was observing. For inspiration!”
Jughead snorted, a smirk over taking his lips. “Uh huh, sure.”
You wanted to argue, but suddenly your eyes noticed something.
“Oh! Stay still!” You cried, hand flying across the page as the shadows fell across him accordingly. “The shadows!”
Another snicker left his lips, but he made no sudden movements, so you didn’t complain.
Gaze flickering between page and person, you smiled when you noticed his eyebrows were looser than before.
Weeks went on like this, you going to Pop’s to people watch, and Jughead typing away a few booths down as he teased you about it. But slowly, as the weeks continued, the number of booths between the two of you decreased until one day you were sitting across from him.
You found that sitting closer to him meant getting to know him better as well. When the two if you weren’t occupied by your different art mediums, you talked and ate. In only a matter of sentences, you quickly learned that Jughead was quite the eater. The mere mention of food had his mouth watering and you giggling.
In between the eating–and stealing his food–you found out just how similar you two were. Movies were a must in your lives, but so was art and literature. You bonded over artists and authors and everything in between. But despite there only being miniscule similarities, they also ran deeper. Jughead had a bad home life, and while yours was far better than it used to be, it had once been on the brink of corroding; you both hid behind humor to avoid getting too serious for fear of never being able to get back to a lighter time; and worst of all, you both had no idea what to expect out of yourselves. The outside world was so set on sending both of you down differing, but certain paths. Paths neither of you were sure you wanted to follow. Paths neither of you were sure you could escape when the entire town was expecting nothing else. You both had that burden to bare, whether you liked it or not.
Of course, when the two of you were together, none of that mattered. You were both in good company, and the world wasn’t going to change that. Not when you were so adamant on focusing on taking a fry or two or perfecting his smirk on paper or getting to hear him let out a genuine laugh, and he was even less likely to give up his daily routine of swatting your hand away or typing away with a clear view of you right above his laptop screen or feeling your foot brush against his thigh innocently from where you had rested it on the seat across from you.
Along with the new seating arrangement, you were graced with having gotten to know Jughead’s friends. They were different than how Reggie or Chuck had described them, but you found yourself liking them. A lot.
Among the group, you had gotten rather close with Veronica. Despite her socialite exterior, she was funny and kind, a complete contrast to what you had expected. In a matter of days, the two of you were the best of friends, going out whenever the others were busy and getting to bond in a way you never had with anyone before. You had grown to love her company.
Betty, while not quite Veronica, was definitely a good friend. She was someone you could go to without feeling judged, and she was on board for just about anything you had to offer. She didn’t look it, but she definitely shared your dream for adventure.
Archie was different. You had spoken to him on occasion, but never to the point of feeling like good friends. Sure, he was nice before, but now you felt that you could joke around with him, not give a shy smile whenever you found yourself near him. It was a great development, you couldn’t deny that.
Of course, there was a downside of making friends with these people so quickly; they could see the development of feelings you had for Jughead.
It was slow at first, and you hadn’t even picked up on it. In fact, you probably wouldn’t have even noticed if not for V pointing it out one day while you were sketching the beanie-clad boy. You had taken to drawing him whenever you couldn’t find motivation in the rest of the world, but in the process, you had also taken to drawing him in a new light. The once brooding boy was now surrounded by flowers, sparkles, hearts, you name it. Anything you enjoyed was now the background of anything involving the boy. You couldn’t for the life of you figure out why until it was shoved in your face.
“Omg, you totally like Jughead!” Veronica had squealed, snatching your sketchbook as she flipped through the pages.
Inside were drawings of random things–Betty in her Homecoming dress, Archie playing his guitar, Veronica in the middle of her cheer routine, even some of Cheryl and Ethyl and Reggie–but as the pages continued to turn, it became blinding clear that many of them were covered with sketches of the resident wallflower.
Blushing, you pulled the book away, slamming it shut to avoid anyone else seeing its contents.
“I do not,” you countered, avoiding her gaze as you ignored the slow flutter of your heart.
“You do not, what?” Betty suddenly asked, slipping into the booth alongside V.
“(Y/N) likes Jughead!” Veronica exclaimed, effectively cutting you off.
Betty squealed. “Really? Oh my gosh, they would be so cute together!”
You wanted to argue, but the pounding of your heart objected to the lie about to slip from your lips. Stopping yourself, the only thing you could do was blush and listen to the raise of pitch of your two friends squealing.
Despite your new discovery, though, you tried to remain normal. You and Jug had fallen into a comfortable pattern, and you refused to let it ruin the relationship you two had.
So there you sat again, across from Jughead, trying to find something that got your hand working across the page other than said boy, but it was proving to be a rather difficult task.
You had just decided to give up the endeavor entirely when Jughead spoke.
“Hey, (Y/N), can you read this real quick? I think I overcomplicated a sentence,” he asked, already pushing the laptop in your direction.
Nodding with a small smile, your gaze takes in the words before your eyebrows furrow in thought. Realizing the mistake, your hands begin to fly across the keys as you explain what he had done.
“You’re going too into detail, so the sentence is getting too long. If you just–”
Your voice suddenly died in your throat.
“What?” Jughead asked when he noticed your reaction. “What’s wrong?”
But you weren’t listening; you were too focused on the page that had appeared on the screen due to a misplaced click.
(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), read the header, but the words underneath were what had stopped you in your tracks.
((Her eyes won’t stop sparkling. God, those big, beautiful eyes. And she’s laughing. It’s so contagious, that I want to laugh, too. But I’m supposed to be annoyed. Annoyed that she stole my fry, and that Archie is on her side about the whole ordeal. But is it really worth trying to act the part?
I couldn’t be annoyed with her if I tried. She makes me too happy to be annoyed. Too at peace. She makes the world seem like it’s going to be okay again. Like it doesn’t matter how everything is playing out right now. It doesn’t matter that Reggie and the other football guys find me to be an easy target. It doesn’t matter that I have to rely on my best friend’s dad to be the father figure in my life. It doesn’t even matter that this Blossom case is getting out of control and could lead to more deaths than we all could’ve imagined. Because she’s here, with me, enjoying every second we have together.
I want to spend every second I have together with her. I love–))
“(Y/N)!” Jughead suddenly exclaims, hand resting on your cheek. “Is everything okay?”
You want to nod and act like nothing happened. You wanted to pretend you hadn’t accidentally read through something so personal of Jughead’s. It wasn’t fair, and you knew that.
Instead, you blurted, “You like me!”
Jughead pales, hand falling from your cheek to the laptop as he turns it towards himself. He looks like he’s going to puke now, eyes washing over the once hidden document. A quiet, “shit!” leaves his lips as he slams his laptop shut. His eyes are on you, trying to gauge your reaction, but before you can say a word, he’s working his way out of the booth.
Before he can make it very far, your hand grabs his sleeve.
“Wait!” You plead, tugging him back gently. Despite your softness of the action, he tumbles back into the booth with a loud thump.
You cut him off, shoving your sketchbook into his face. “Look!”
His lips made to argue, but you only pushed the book closer to him until he groaned and opened it.
You watched, sure your cheeks were glowing a bright red as color returned to Jughead’s face. Page after page seemed to fuel the tan’s return, until red made its way onto his cheeks as well. Finally reaching that last page, his gaze lifted to match yours, a smirk adorning his lips.
“Well, this is interesting,” he mused, trying to feign innocence. “It looks like little (Y/N) has a crush.”
Your heart pounded faster at his teasing tone, but you tried to push it away as you retorted with teasing of your own.
“Well, the same can be said for you, Jug!”
Jughead laughed, placing the sketchbook down gently.
“You aren’t wrong,” he mused. “The only problem is I don’t know if she feels the same way.”
His words were filled with questions. Questions directed towards you. Questions you had hoped he would one day direct towards you.
Slowly, a large smile forced its way onto your lips, leaning on to the palms of your hands with a flutter of your eyelashes.
“Oh, she is. I’m sure she’s just waiting for her crush to ask her out,” you teased, emphasizing the latter part of the statement.
The smirk on Jughead’s face was slowly melting into a real smile, chewing his lip as he tried to hide his nerves.
“How about I take her out then? I know a really great place. Their burgers are to die for. I’ll pay,” he laughed, eyes on you, having long forgotten the laptop and sketchbook.
You dropped your jaw on mock surprise.
“Jughead Jones wants to pay for a meal? What has the world come to?” You cried dramatically.
Jughead rolled his eyes, laughing nonetheless. “Gee thanks, Juliet.”
Furrowing your eyebrows, you crone, “Doesn’t that story end in a tragedy?”
“Yeah, but we share the fact that we come from different worlds,” he explained.
You thought for a moment before nodding.
“As long as we don’t end up sacrificing ourselves for each other, then I’m game.”
“Oh, but of course. Where would I be without my muse?” Jughead teased, leaning forward slightly as your hands connected on the table.
You smiled at the sound of that.
“Or I without my inspiration,” you hummed, grinning at the feeling of his hand surrounding yours.
Meeting each other’s eyes, a sort of warmth washed over you before Jughead turned away, raising his free hand to gain the attention of a server.
As he occupied himself with ordering, your smile softened ever so slightly; you could already hear the sound of Veronica squealing.