it's something about the way you looked that night

apologize ||  jeff atkins

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Summary: The reader didn’t see Jeffs death coming, she thought it was his fault until she listened to the tenth tape.

Words: 1787

Warnings: angst, language, suicide, death, car accidents, talk of drinking and driving, flashbacks

Authors Note: The flashbacks are in Italics, the present is in a normal font. I listened to this song while writing.

Originally posted by blakelivey

You don’t know when you stopped caring but you knew it was sometime that night after you got the call. It hit you so suddenly, like a slap in the face.

You inwardly groaned for the tenth time tonight. Instead of being at Jessica Davis’ party, like everyone else was, you were stuck at some family dinner. You couldn’t shake off this weird feeling you had, though. It was the first party of Junior year, it was supposed to be a life changer. But who’s life would it change?

There was this girl, Hannah Baker. You didn’t know her very well but she seemed nice enough. Every friend, or acquaintance, you’ve ever seen her with, the relationship doesn’t usually last long. It was weird to notice these things but everyone noticed it, right?

One thing everyone did notice, her new hairstyle. You had seen the pictures on Instagram that everyone was posting and you spotted her in the background. That was almost an hour ago, you put down your phone and haven’t picked it up since.

Maybe her life would change? New hairstyle, new… personality? You didn’t know what but something was off.

“Excuse me, I have to use the restroom.” Discreetly tucking your phone in your dress pocket, you stood up.

Your mom passed her conversation with your aunt and waved you off. “Go on, honey, but hurry back. Your aunt and I are discussing colleges.”

Colleges. You always laughed at that. They were discussing colleges for you without your consent. Like it didn’t matter where you wanted to go, it just mattered where they wanted you to go.

Well no, it doesn’t work like that. You don’t have a say in where or when you want someone to go. They just go and disappear, gone, just like that, out of your life forever.

His phone probably died. Yeah, that was the case, your idiot boyfriend, Jeff Atkins, always leaving the house with a low battery. But he promised that he’d call when he got home, and he didn’t call yet. So that means he wasn’t home yet, right?

Even if he wasn’t, he should be on his way there now but he’s not answering his phone. You don’t know if that’s a good thing or not, you want to make sure he’s okay but you don’t want him to get in an accident because you were calling his phone.

“Hurry up in there!” You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sudden interruption from your thoughts. Shaking your head, you flushed the unused toilet and opened the pipe.

“A fucking classy restaurant like this and they can’t even afford a public restroom with stalls… I’m coming!”

The door shut closed and you tried to refocus your eyes but they were filled with tears. Your mom has just visited again, the conversation between you two has been the same these past few weeks.

‘Are you okay, honey’ which really means 'You’re not over that yet?’

'I’m fine, mom’ which really meant 'No, I’m not okay. I fucking loved him.’

“Hello?!” You nearly dropped your phone when you heard it ring.

“Y/N, it’s Clay.” Clay? Was he okay, did he need a ride home from the party?

He was rambling on about something and you couldn’t hear exactly what he was saying. “Clay-ok, Clay, calm down. What’s wrong, do you need help or-” Clay was at the party with Jeff. What if something happened with Jeff and that’s why he’s calling you?

“-Is it Jeff? Is he okay, did he drink too much?”

You heard heavy breathing over the phone instead of a response and you called his name again. “Just… come to the corner of Tanglewood and Bay Street, it’s urgent.”

“Clay,” Your voice came out more urgent and harsh now. “Tell me what happened.”

There was a moment of silence and you swore you heard ambulance sirens in the background. “Clay?!”

“I-it’s Jeff, he was in an accident.”

You remember being mad that day. He said he wouldn’t drink too much and that he would make it home safe. He promised. But he broke his promise and you’ve been mad at him ever since. You were mad at him for leaving you.

Clay said it wasn’t his fault and he knew that now, whatever that meant. You didn’t believe him until he shoved this shoe box in your hand. He was muttering something about how he shouldn’t be showing this to you and you responded with 'then why are you.’

He looked you straight in the eye that afternoon and said, “Because you need to know the truth.”

Clays sweater did nothing to provide you warmth and you took it off immediately. The ambulance and the police, who were currently questioning Clay, were all here.

The only thing that wasn’t here was the stop sign that you had stopped by so many times. You found it odd but didn’t say anything about it, you couldn’t say anything at all.

Everything felt numb, your feet, your hands, your cheeks. It was almost fall and it was getting chillier but the cold wasn’t the problem. After your call with Clay, you drove to where he told you, going over speed limits and almost getting into an accident yourself.

You had hoped that he was joking and that was just some cruel joke. But who would joke about something like that? No one would, no one should joke about something like that.

And, fuck, you just wanted to hear his voice again. You wanted to hear him tell you 'It’s okay, Y/N, I’ll be good at the party. I’ll only have like two beers’. You wanted to get that call from him late at night saying that he’s home and safe.

But it was too late for that now, they already put him in a body bag.

Is this a joke? This can’t be real. Hannah Baker is dead!

That’s what you yelled at Clay the next time you saw him. Why would he give you this, the tapes, to listen to? He asked which tape you listened up to, completely ignoring your question, and you scoffed in disbelief.

You only reached up to Tape 1 before you turned it off. He gently placed the box in your hands, from when you threw it at him, and told you to listen to Tape 10.

“Clay, what does this have to do with Jeff?” All you got for a response was 'you’ll see’. Clay had definitely changed since Jeffs death and you were worried about him. Along with a few other students, he was acting weird.

Maybe it was because of these tapes?

Nevertheless, you reluctantly put Tape 10 in the Walkman and pressed play.

You hated it. All this attention you were getting as you walked the halls. All the 'I’m sorry for your lost’ that you were being thrown your way.

You didn’t need anyone’s sympathy.

On your way to your locker, you saw that girl, Hannah Baker, and Clay fighting. Well, you wouldn’t call it fighting, more like arguing, but they both looked upset. Hannah was crying, but why? She didn’t even know him.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” Mr. Porter was suddenly by your side and you nearly jumped out of your skin.

“Uh, yes Mr. Porter?”

He uncomfortably scratched his stubble, he was nervous. “I know that Jeff was your boyfriend and you’re probably hurting right now. Trust me, I know how you feel-” No you don’t “-I lost someone I cared about too-” Everyone loses someone they care about, what’s your point “-and  I know-” Once again, you don’t know anything, Mr. Porter “-that you’re in a time of need right now-” I need Jeff Atkins, that’s what I need “-so you’re more than welcome to come to my office, if you want.”

You let a dry chuckle escape your lips before closing your locker. “Thanks, but no thanks.”

Then you walked away.

You walked and walked until you were finally where you wanted to be. The corner of Tanglewood and Bay Street. They had put up a new stop sign, one that wasn’t made out of wood, one that couldn’t be knocked down as easily as the old one was.

One that wouldn’t be knocked down as easily as Sheri fucking Holland knocked down the old one. Sheri Holland killed your boyfriend, it was all her fault. Hannah Baker was there too but you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at a dead girl. Besides, she did call 911 about it, even though it was too late.

You were beyond outraged. You talked to Sheri more than once after Jeffs passing and she knew what she did. You finally knew the truth now, thanks to those tapes.

You hated yourself for blaming Jeff for what happened that night. It wasn’t his fault and you knew that now.

You were 'beyond outraged’ for about a minute. It’s like you didn’t even care anymore to confront her about it or to do something. You practically dragged yourself here, but you had something important to do.

Walking to the middle of the road, you sat down on the concrete for a few minutes before laying down completely. This was the exact spot where Jeffs car was that night, you had it memorized in your head and you didn’t know if that was healthy or not.

You looked up at the cloudy sky, it was November now, and a few leaves made its way into your line of sight.

It was then you realized what your excuse was for not being mad at Hannah. I couldn’t bring myself to be mad at a dead girl. But you were mad at Jeff for something that wasn’t even his fault.

A car made itself known from a distance, the driver honked repeatedly but you didn’t move. You didn’t care if you got run over, you didn’t care about anything anymore. Your eyes stayed concentrated on the clouds above despite the tears that spilled over onto your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Jeff. I blamed you for something that wasn’t your fault, for something you had no control over. You didn’t deserve it and I’m sorry.”

And then you left, disappeared, gone.

Just like that.

Riverdale Jughead Imagine

He’s Just Not That Into You’ inspired - (Gigi and Alex)

- You are a hopeless romantic. Every guy you date you look for signs that he’s the one

-You go on a date with Archie Andrews to Pop’s, it’s entirely casual and on the whole he seems rather uninterested. 

-He tells you he’ll call you sometime, and that maybe you can do this again. 

-You readily agree and are excited at the possibilities of your future together, oblivious to his disinterest. 

-A few days pass and you receive no call and he doesn’t acknowledge you at school, it’s almost as though he’s forgotten who you are.

-You go back to Pop’s that night, he’d left one of his guitar picks and you hoped maybe you’d find him there and would be able to start a conversation with him.

-Instead you find Jughead Jones, who you know is his best friend, you sit across from him and explain your predicament, Jughead laughs sourly.

-’Listen, you seem like a cool girl so I’m just going to tell you - Archie’s never going to call.’ 

-’What? How do you know?’

-’Because he’s a guy, it’s what we do.’

-’But he said he had a nice time?’

-Jughead told you that it didn’t matter, it had been a week and he hadn’t called and wasn’t going to. You tried to argue that maybe he had tried to call but he had dialled the wrong number or had just been busy.

-’Or he’s just not into you.’ Jughead would bluntly confirm. 

-You begin to rattle on about your friend Ginger who had the same thing happen to her and in the end it had been one massive misunderstanding and now she and the guy were happily together.

-’Okay no, your friend Ginger is the exception. You’re the rule. And the rule is: if a guy is treating you like he doesn’t give a shit, then he genuinely doesn’t give a shit.’

-’Every time?’ ‘Every time.’

-After your eye-opening conversation with Jughead Jones you continued to return to the booth at regular intervals.

-Usually after a date

-You’d tell him all about it and ask him his verdict, his answer was always the same.

-’He’s not into you.’

-Sometimes you’d take your dates to Pop’s and he’d casually observe from his booth, mouthing those same words with a knowing look.

-Slowly a friendship was beginning to blossom between the two of you. You had exchanged numbers so that you didn’t have to run to Pop’s after every date to ask for his.

-You rang him one night, halfway through a date, the guy had made up some obvious excuse as to why he couldn’t see you for a while - you knew he wasn’t into you, yet you needed Jughead’s opinion on the matter.

-He answers in what seems to be midway through conversation with another person - probably Betty, you feel kind of touched that he answered. You let him know the situation and he laughs that you should just run out of there.

-’What so I’m just supposed to run from every guy that doesn’t like me?’

-’Uh, yeah.’

-’But there’ll be nobody left.’

-Over the following weeks you started to go on less and less dates. 

-You hung out at Pop’s a lot more, sometimes with Jughead and sometimes just hoping he’d show up.

-He always seemed pleasantly surprised to find you already sat in his booth.

-You had your own inside jokes with each other and shared what you believed to be flirty glances, small smiles that you took as signals that maybe there was this mutual feeling between you both. 

-He’d nudge your shoulder, you’d share your fries, you’d take it in turns to pay the bill. 

-Were you in a relationship?

-One night you decided to broach the subject.

-Oh God were you wrong. 

-’But the signs?’

-’What signs?’

-’The smiles, our conversations, picking up the bill’ You had started off cheerily, ‘I - I felt something?’ You faltered.

-’Y/N, what are you talking about? Oh man. What have I been saying since I met you? If a guy wants to date you, he will make it happen. He will ask you out. Did I ask you out?’


-’Then why would you do this? Oh shit. Why do girls do this? Why do they build up every little thing in their minds, take each little thing a guy does and then - then twist it into something else?! It’s insane.’ He had gotten up to leave the booth. 

-’I’d rather be like that than be like you.’ ‘Excuse me, what’s that supposed to mean?’

-’I may dissect each little thing and put myself out there too much but at least that means I still care. You may not get hurt or make an ass of yourself that way but you don’t fall in love that way either.’ You had pulled yourself up from the booth, ‘You have not won, you’re alone Jughead!’ 

-You stormed to the door before turning around and staring at a dumbfounded Jughead.

-’I made do a lot of stupid shit, but I know that I’m a lot closer to finding someone than you are.’

-’I’ll call you.’ You said and smiled as Reggie Mantle placed a kiss to your cheek and got up from the booth.

-’I had a really nice night, Y/N.’ ‘Me too, Reggie.’ With that he exited Pop’s.

-You stared down into your milkshake until a cough alerted you to another presence. ‘Did you forget something? You questioned without looking up, believing it to be Reggie.

-’Yeah, I did.’

-You looked up and saw Jughead looking down at you sheepishly. 

-’Oh yeah, and what did you forget?’ ‘To return this.’ He held up a hair grip. 

-’So you came all the way to Pop’s, at a quarter to 11 at night, to give me a hair grip?’ 

-‘Yeah, yeah I thought I should just come up with some really great excuse to come over here, that’s how its done isn’t it?’ ‘Sometimes.’

-’Look I can’t stop thinking about you it’s a problem, I keep walking by your locker, writing out texts and deleting them, I’m turning into-’

-’Me.’ You smiled at him softly. 

-’Yeah.’ He smiled.

-’A wise person once told me, that if a guy wants to be with a girl he will make it happen, no matter what.’ ‘That’s true.’ ‘But when I was throwing myself at you, it didn’t seem like you wanted to make it happen.’

-’Yeah, well here’s the thing about that.’ He was sat beside you now, his body was drawn closely into yours. ‘You were right, I’ve gotten so used to keep all of these people at a safe distance, that I didn’t know - didn’t know what it actually felt like when I fell - fell for one of them. I didn’t know.’ 

-Silence fell over you, your cheeks felt like they wanted to break into smile but you couldn’t allow yourself to bend that easily.

-’Look I just went out with Reggie, maybe he’s exactly what I need right now? No drama. He calls when he says he will, does what he says-’

-’I can do those things too.’ He drew himself even closer to you with desperation.

-’But you didn’t! And that same wise person told me that I’m the rule, that I have to stop thinking that every guy will change, that I have to stop thinking that-’

-He cut you off with his mouth. He brought his hand up to the side of your face, his hands curling into your hair as he cemented his mouth to yours, his thumb gently caressing the side of your cheek. He pulled back almost unwillingly.

-’-I’m the exception.’ You finished your sentence.

-’You are my exception.’ 

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

Okay geez that went on for longer than I expected (I just couldn’t stop) and yes I used a lot of dialogue from the film but I think some of the things Alex says can totally be applied to Jughead! All mistakes are my own and basically this is a substitute for me being too lazy to write a fic right now and I’m also procrastinating from doing real work.

Hope you enjoyed regardless of the fact this isn’t a real fic. 

Zodiac first dates

Capricorn: wears exactly the right thing but probably didn’t mean to. Is great at making casual conversation, but feels like they’re being awkward even if you make it obvious that you’re having a good time. Chooses a traditional dinner-date route to keep things familiar and controlled. Is great at hiding their insecurities but can’t hold back a smile. Has all the right manners and picks up the check, won’t try to kiss you unless you make the move.

Aquarius: looks at you with stars in their eyes (but doesn’t realize you can tell). Wears something quirky but still nice and presentable. their hair is messy (even though they spent an hour on it at home). starts with something traditional but invites you to do something else spontaneously because they don’t want the night to end. once they feel like they’ve run out of ways to entertain you, they’ll walk you home and talk about life with you. asks if they can kiss you

Pisces: is super nervous and can’t hide it so they don’t even try. wears something classic and modest, a little bit casual but not too much so. talks too much by accident and feels bad about it, even if you let them lead the conversation. asks a lot of personal questions and gives a lot of info on themselves. makes it obvious that they like you but won’t expect you to like them back. will try to pick up the check or at least go halvsies. too shy to make a move so they just smile really big and dopey until you kiss them

Aries: wears a red and/or black outfit, with a dramatic flair. They look like they stepped out of a magazine and you better notice. takes you to do something different and interesting, probably out of your comfort zone but right in the middle of theirs. asks thought-provoking questions that are difficult to answer, and seems to enjoy watching you come up with creative responses. conversation is intelligent and probably inappropriate. kisses you passionately without warning before the date is even over.

Taurus: wears something sexy but classy. makes good conversation, has interesting things to say but you can tell they aren’t showing their entire true self. Laughs at all your jokes but also has a sarcastic sense of humor and shows it right away. Will call you out on anything you say that they don’t agree with, but doesn’t make a big deal out of it or hold it against you. If they really like you, they’ll kiss you, but if they aren’t sure yet they’ll probably make you work for it.

Gemini: wears bright colors and bold shiny/sparkly accessories. Talks a lot and is very animated, maybe cuts you off sometimes but its by accident. They smile a lot and laugh very loudly, in a cute and excited way. Probably gets a little bit drunk at dinner and definitely kisses you at the end of the night. Texts you right after to tell you what a great time they had.

Cancer: Wears something casual but looks very put-together. More likely to ask you questions than to reveal too much about themselves. May seem quiet but its just because they are listening intently to what you have to say. If you can make them laugh, it melts your heart because their laugh is genuine and their smile lights up their face. Makes fun of you a little bit but only in a light-hearted way. Probably too shy to kiss you but will be upset if you don’t kiss them

Leo: Wears basic clothing that somehow works together to make a perfect outfit. Everyone in the place looks at them when you guys walk in, and more than likely someone else will hit on them while you’re together because they are just that magnetic. They will only focus on you though, and they try to find out as much about your soul as they can, asking deep questions and trying to provoke thoughtful conversation. Kisses you at the end of the night but makes you sweat it out waiting for the next date.

Virgo: Wears normal casual clothes that look good on them, and probably shows off their physique. Big personality, will talk loudly and say the first thing that comes to their mind, but nothing rude. They enjoy laughing, and making light conversation rather than delving deep. Easy to connect with because they are very understanding and can empathize with many different types of people. Will never judge you for your surface-features. Kisses you at the end of the date but is a little bit clumsy/awkward about it.

Libra: Wears light colors, pastels, and probably vintage clothes. Hair and/or makeup is perfect, and they try very hard to be sophisticated (even though they’ll probably spill or break something within the first 10 minutes, then be mortified by it). Is very modest when you ask them questions and doesn’t like to brag about themselves, but will praise you for every accomplishment you’ve made. Their laugh is so cute you want to cuddle them and they will give you their jacket even if you aren’t cold. Wants you to kiss them and will give you the opportunity but won’t be obvious about it.

Scorpio: Wears casual clothing but somehow they look amazing. Their smile is magnetic and they will make you laugh at every opportunity they get, and if you make them laugh too they’re as good as yours. Makes great conversation without revealing any personal information. Will look for excuses to touch you ‘by accident’ all night, and probably wants to take you dancing after dinner. Will probably also get drunk but will buy all your drinks if you let them. If they get the right vibe from you, they’ll kiss you but they won’t put themselves on the line unless they’re sure they won’t be rejected.

Sagittarius: Wears a nice outfit, but nothing too attention-getting. Tusseled hair and bright eyes that captivate you. Smiles really big all night and giggles a lot. Is happy to tell you anything you want to know but probably won’t ask too much about you unless you offer the information, because they don’t want to pry. Takes you to do something lighthearted and fun after dinner, where you can be alone together without too much attention on you. Pays for everything and refuses to let you even touch your wallet. Talks about their big dreams for the future and all the amazing things going for them. Kisses you if they think you’re into it, and is confident that you are (unless you aren’t, then they can definitely tell). 

Get Down had me crying like a bish!

I can’t describe how much I love this series. How much respect for it I have. It’s so much of our culture with this important subtexts and messages.

I mean take the finale episode for example - the big get together throw down scene! Even though I’m black and I have interest in just about all the eras when it comes to music it’s still easy to forget how much music - our music - has transformed. It’s easy to forget that we invented a lot of shit even though that’s often been stolen and watered down for others. Music for blacks has always been this element that’s just reigned supreme - no matter what part of our history you look at music has been founding. Music has also transformed our way of dance of course - one thing I love about the get down is its highlight of disco dance in our culture. Because yes be-boying is something that’s populated from that time and while disco music is often brought up on movies that highlight that era (about blacks)…the dance form is often left to the wayside or night shined on. And the fact that the disco king (who refers to himself as such) is someone that always has his finger on the trigger, is my favorite thing. I was so jazzed when there was a battle between hip-hop and disco - because that’s real. One washed the other out before something else came along and affected that thing too (rap). Plus that scene was fucking epic.

Can I also say I’m here for them bringing girls to the mic and having them do hip hop and not just singing disco! I was sooo amped. And baby was referenced as Queen and I dug that too with all the kingdom talks of kings. Ra-Ra is so precious. I love that every member has their role - there own superpower and everytime he creates a plan he’s just like a genius Cinnabon who can do no wrong.

I cried so many times for fucking Shaolin in part 2. I def liked him more this time around. He was more human, more real. You guys know I love my broken baes. My heart broke for him a million times over. Zeke made him believe they were ride or die, that they were family that he could lean on him and the Kiplings and then he turned his back and walked away. He spent his childhood and adulthood being raped by Annie, running drugs for her, surviving alone. He says in one episode - “You’ve never seen me out with a girl, on dates and holding hands, I don’t know nothin bout that shit.” - this part shows is just how Annie has affected him. When he goes to find Dizzee at Thor’s and he’s sees into D’s world/his sexuality we get subtext that maybe Shao’s sexuality ain’t the lady killer as he makes it - he also refers to Dizz as his brother (his alien brother) and we see him refer to the members as his brothers a few times (showing his opening up). When he lets Boo start to run drugs for him, it’s not out of greed or malice it’s because Boo was gonna be in that life regardless of what anyone said and Shao felt like he was better under his care than someone else’s. Its also because Boo hit him with that relatable - they’re gonna leave us one day and I ain’t got no college to go to - line. Zeke often has one foot in and one foot out where Shao is concerned. He had many people in his ear warning him about how bad Shao was. So hearing him out was never on the table. Mentally I couldn’t help but say it’s because you love him when Shao asked zeke what’s stopping him from fucking zeke up right then since they aren’t family, because that’s what it really was. He had stood in front of Zeke and once again stripped himself bare by revealing a part of himself he never showed anyone else (his real name) and Zeke used that against him - telling him things that deep down he believed himself. And then to see him go back to Annie! Gah! I cried and cried and then that bitch shot the kitten! Man….they had me fucked up with this season/part.

Can I give a honorary mention for the fact that it was this shared reality that made homie give up trying to get Shao to come back and sign that paper. That scene was so important.

Last but not least - my baby Dizzee and in part his baby Thor! My boo was somber this season/part. We also didn’t get a lot of him because jaden’s time allot was different/his contract. But I still love this shit! Paint nails, crazy philosophy, considered weird and still a rebel at heart. Diz had to settle more into his own sexuality this season/part. Thors locked up and Diz is taking a stone cold break from his street art and even his old friends. For some reason his father feels like he’s the bad one (ha). It just seems like he’s a little disconnected and trying to keep his head down while making comic sketches for his jailbird boyfriend. That all of course changes when Thor gets out. It’s clear he doesn’t want his family to know about his sexuality or his relationship with Thor. And they’re so stupid they’re still calling Thor his friend even though he took that step towards him before he passed out, repeatedly draws him, spends all his time with him, and draws him hearts with spray pain in the air…he just doesn’t wanna lose those close to him. He doesn’t think they’ll accept him. You could see the fear dropping off of him when Shao walked into Thor’s place and saw everything - from the way he glanced from his Rumi paintings to a sleeping Thor. Rumi is a metaphor for his own sexuality but it was easy to read between the lines in that room. Diz’s art is a very important part of him. It’s how he communicates, how he tells his stories. Like music and dance art (def street art) is a big part of the culture and The Get Down used all 3 to triangle eachother in a nice way. Music, dance, art, they were all a rebellion and art was Diz’s preferred form. It was what originally bonded him and Thor (and can I say how cute it is that Thor supports him and amazed by his performance both with a mic in his hand or an art tool!). I’m gonna have to talk about Dizzee again cause they had me all the way fucked up with that ending. Dizzee is my fav and I’m just not…it’s not where I’m at - at all. It’s frustrating to love this shit so much and know it prob won’t be renewed. Like…ugh. Five fucking episodes - it wasn’t enough! And don’t even get me started on the domesticated house scene of pure freedom and elation as Dizzee and Thor painted each other.

Everything had me crying like a baby and that finale had me wtfing all over the place.

Wicked Lyric Meme
  • "Isn't it nice to know that good will conquer evil?"
  • "No one mourns the wicked."
  • "The good man scorns the wicked."
  • "Goodness knows, the wickeds lives are only."
  • "Goodness knows, the wicked die alone."
  • "Are people born wicked? Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?"
  • "Have another drink, my dark eyed beauty."
  • "Woe to those who spurn what goodness they are shown."
  • "Many years I have waited for a gift like yours to appear."
  • "My future is unlimited."
  • "What is this feeling so sudden and new?"
  • "Let's just say, I loathe it all."
  • "Every little trait, however small, makes my very flesh begin to crawl."
  • "There's a strange exhilaration in such total detestation."
  • "I will be loathing you my whole life long."
  • "These things are sent to try us."
  • "The trouble with school is they always try to teach the wrong lesson."
  • "Life's more painless for the brainless."
  • "It's just life, so keep dancing through."
  • "Life is fraughtless for the thoughtless."
  • "Those who don't try never look foolish."
  • "I hope you'll save at least one dance for me. I'll be right there. Waiting. All night."
  • "It's clear we deserve each other."
  • "Finally for this one night, I'm about to have a fun night."
  • "Black is this year's pink."
  • "I've got something to confess. A reason, well, why I asked you here tonight."
  • "We deserve each other. Don't we?"
  • "I've decided to make you my new project."
  • "When someone needs a makeover, I simply have to take over."
  • "You're gonna be popular!"
  • "I'll teach you the proper ploys when you talk to boys, little ways to flirt and flounce."
  • "I'll help you be popular!"
  • "Don't be offended by my frank analysis, think of it as personality dialysis."
  • "Did they have brains or knowledge? Don't make me laugh!"
  • "It's not about aptitude, its the way you're viewed."
  • "He could be that boy, but I'm not that girl."
  • "Don't dream too far."
  • "Don't lose sight of who you are."
  • "Wishing only wounds the heart."
  • "One short day full of so much to do."
  • "I think we've found the place where we belong."
  • "One short day to have a lifetime of fun."
  • "I am a sentimental man who's always longed to be a father."
  • "I think everyone deserves the chance to fly."
  • "Why couldn't you have stayed calm for once instead of flying off the handle!"
  • "I hope you're happy how you hurt your cause forever."
  • "I hope you're proud how you would grovel in submission to feed your own ambition."
  • "I don't want it- no- I can't want it anymore."
  • "Something has changed within me. Something is not the same."
  • "I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game."
  • "It's time to try defying gravity."
  • "Can't I make you understand youre having delusions of grandeur?"
  • "I'm through accepting limits cuz someone says they're so."
  • "Some things I cannot change but til I try, I'll never know."
  • "If that's love it comes at much too high a cost."
  • "I really hope you get it and you don't live to regret it."
  • "If in flying solo, at least I'm flying free."
  • "Happy is what happens when all your dreams come true."
  • "People are so empty headed, they'll believe anything."
  • "I can't harbor a fugitive. I'm an elected official."
  • "There isn't a spell for everything."
  • "Finally from these powers, something good."
  • "Surely now I'll matter less to you. You won't mind my leaving here tonight."
  • "I've got to go appeal to her. Express the way I feel for her."
  • "You're going to lose your heart to me, I tell you."
  • "I never asked for this or planned it in advance."
  • "If you insist I will be wonderful."
  • "Where I'm from we believe all sorts of things that aren't true. We call it history."
  • "A rich man's a thief or a philanthropist."
  • "Is one a crusader or a ruthless invader?"
  • "It's all in which label is able to persist."
  • "I need help believing you're with me tonight."
  • "My wildest dreamings could not foresee lying beside you with you wanting me."
  • "I'll make every last moment last as long as you're mine."
  • "Maybe I'm brainless, maybe I'm wise, but you've got me seeing through different eyes."
  • "Somehow I've fallen under your spell."
  • "Say there's no future for us as a pair."
  • "Know I'll be here holding you as long as you're mine."
  • "It's just...for the first time, I feel wicked."
  • "Let his flesh not be torn."
  • "Let his blood leave no stain."
  • "Let him never die."
  • "You're the latest victim of my greatest achievment in a long career of distress."
  • "No good deed goes unpunished. That's my new creed."
  • "Was I really seeking good or just seeking attention?"
  • "No good deed will I do again!"
  • "Wickedness must be punished. Evil effectively eliminated."
  • "I've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason, bringing something we must learn."
  • "We are led to those who help us most to grow if we let them."
  • "I know I'm wrong am today because I knew you."
  • "Who can say if I've been changed for the better."
  • "Because I knew you, I have been changed for good."
  • "So much of me is made of what I learned from you."
  • "I ask forgiveness for the things I've done you blame me for."

dating yoongi:

  •  a lot of staring into each other’s eyes
  • if you’re not into that he’ll just always stare at you but you know, look away when you notice
  • he would always try ways to hold your hand but act cool about it or its no big deal
  • in the middle of the night he would talk about something annoying or weird that happened during his day, but you wouldn’t be listening because you are half asleep
  • getting him up from bed would be literally be the worst thing or the best thing in the world
  • yoongi being the pisces he is, he wouldn’t show that much affection and it would hurt you a bit, but you later learn it’s because he doesn’t want to be too clingy and push you away
  • there will be rare days where you guys would go out on an adventure
  • he doesn’t seem the type that likes pda, so i think the most you guys would do in public is hold hands and you giving him small pecks on his cheek
  • he would low-key really love hugs from you
  • he would adore every single thing you do
  • he would write about you on the low
  • i have a feeling that he gets jealous quickly, it’s a pisces thing i swear, and give you the cold shoulder a bit but it later goes away when he’s being all pouty and whiny to you
  • late night phone calls or face time and would stay on the line until you fall asleep or it can be vice versa
  • really passionate sex
  • he doesn’t seem to have sex right away either, if you’re special he would give it some time
  • he doesn’t seem to type to eat you out but he would definitely finger the fuck out of you
  • he would lay on your lap constantly 
  • also did i forget to mention that he would take lots of pics of you as a memory
  • lastly when it’s time to say the three words, he would be so fucking nervous and probably blurt it out, or say it without even noticing

sorry if this really sucked lol :( this is the first i ever do shit like this but hmu if you want something done!

Monster Watch Chapter 4: A Disaster

[symbra, widowtracily, pharmercy]

[trigger warning: anger issues, arm-related injuries, animal attack, loneliness]

Nine days later
Angel Falls, Washington


Lena woke up to her alarm ringing. She groaned and got up. “’Nother bloody morning,” she mumbled, yawning and scratching her tousled mass of hair. “Em, wake up.” She turned to her right when there was no response. “Em, wake u-”

But Emily wasn’t there. Her spot on the bed was empty. Could she have woken up earlier? No, there wasn’t an impression on her side of the bed. She hadn’t been in bed at all.

Lena jumped up and dashed into the living room, theories running through her head. Maybe she was kidnapped. Maybe aliens abducted her. Maybe she decided she’d had enough of me and left.

But none of that had happened. Emily was crashed on the couch, curled up with Amelie, laying sideways with her head resting in a popcorn bowl. There were empty cans of coca-cola strewn about everywhere and several empty and half-full bowls of popcorn. A right proper mess, that.

Now that Lena thought about it, the two of them looked really cute there, lying on the couch together. She almost didn’t want to intrude.

Nevertheless, Lena put on a smile and shook Emily awake. “Em. Em, wake up.”

Emily blinked her eyes and slowly got up, mumbling something about Jason Voorhees. The left side of her face was covered with popcorn, and her hair was festooned with the stuff. “morning.” she mumbled.

Lena burst out laughing. “Love, you’re a mess.”

Emily raised an eyebrow and ran her fingers through her hair, pulling out two decent handfuls of popcorn. She shook her head back and forth, showering the general vicinity with popcorn but effectively cleaning her hair. She mumbled, “We were watching movies and I had a kip.”

Lena sighed. Of course. “Alright, I’ve gotta go to work. Clean this up, love. Glad you two had fun” She walked over to the door, far more stiffly than usual, yanked it open, and almost slammed it shut.

As she closed the door, it dawned on Emily that she hadn’t apologized for leaving her alone in the room. Ach, it’s probably alright. She probably understands. She reached over to where Amelie’s head was resting.
She poked Amelie in the cheek. “Wake up.” She poked her a couple more times.

Amelie’s eyes fluttered open. “…stop that.” she hissed.

Emily continued to poke her cheek. “Nope, you’re squishy.”

Amelie chuckled. It was an odd sound, both a “honhonhon” and a weird clicking noise. Emily laughed upon hearing it.


In the library attic, Satya was rearranging books in her foyer while Sombra explored one of the side rooms. It was full of random stuff; an unsettling little puzzle box, a very impractical breastplate, a pair of red pauldrons, a screwdriver-sized tool that made a buzzy sound, an eye pendant, and an inordinate amount of bottlecaps were among the things collected in that room. Eventually though, Satya found something that caught her eye. It was an old record player; but not just ANY old record player. She recognized the gilding on the side, the dent on one corner, and most of all the little purple skull painted on the bottom by a very precise hand.

This was HER record player. Her old record player. From when she was alive.

Seized with inspiration, she searched the rest of the room. Finally, she found some records… and yup, it was her handwriting on the backs of all of them.

And this one. OH this one. Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You, by Gloria Gaynor. Her favorite. Their favorite. She had even scrawled “OUR SONG” on the back, with hearts surrounding it.

Sombra hugged the record tight, overcome with nostalgia. She grabbed all the records and her record player and float-dashed into the main room where Satya was. Six baseball-size, eye-shaped wisps floated around, levitating books around and sorting things.

“Mi amor! Guess what I found?” Sombra said, placing the record player on a mostly empty table and gesturing to two of the wisps to set it up.

Satya didn’t look up from her diagram. “What is it?”

Then the music kicked in.

Satya slowly turned, a smile widening over her face. “I-is this…?”

“Satya…,” Sombra said as she floated up to her and extended a hand, “may I have this dance?”

Satya blushed. “I-I-I…o-of course.” She curtsied awkwardly and took Sombra’s hands in her own.

They danced, stiffly at first, but slowly loosening up, becoming more natural, until it seemed like their two shattered souls were one whole, and they danced a dance of flowing love and partnership.

And so they danced for hours, watched on by nothing but six prying eyes.


Another hockey game ended. Fareeha walked through the locker room, skates in hand, on the way to her locker. She played well this time, scored a goal, nearly checked another player but the ref wasn’t looking. They had won 6-3.

As she hung up her gear, she noticed a reporter for the local news walking up to her with a cameraman in tow. Fareeha enjoyed being interviewed; she had always loved sharing things about herself.

“So, Amari,” The reporter asked, “i’m sure the people at home would like to know; do you have some special someone out there watching tonight?”

Fareeha could feel herself blushing. She would have answered “yes” immediately… but did Angie consider herself her girlfriend? Come to think of it, they hadn’t ever dated… Hell, they haven’t even kissed! She didn’t want to come off to Angela as overeager, and she didn’t want to force her into the spotlight…

Fareeha stammered out, “Um, well I… that is, we… I think? Wait no… or… but she, uh, well, uh…”

As she stuttered incoherently, the reporter rolled her eyes and moved on to another player. Her moment gone, Fareeha decided to collect her thoughts later. She needed clarification.


Fareeha was sitting in her house with a mug of coffee, absentmindedly playing fetch with her dog, a siberian husky ironically named Anubis, while she brooded about her and Angela’s relationship, when she got a phone call.

She sighed and heaved herself off the couch. If it was Angela, maybe she’d be able to sort some stuff out.

She picked up the phone and held the reciever to her ear. The voice on the other end was not Angela’s melodious Swiss tones, but a cockney accent that she recognized as belonging to Lena. The happiness so everpresent in her voice was gone however.

“Oi, Fareeha. Glad you picked up.”

“Lena? Is something wrong?

“Well I… It’s just that I think I might be losing Emily and I need some advice. How can I win her back?”

“Lena, I’m sure that-”

“LOOK MATE you don’t know her as well as I do, just answer the bloody question!” Lena shouted angrily.

That startled Fareeha. Lena hadn’t yelled at her like that in years. She felt something serious hinged on her answer. “W-well, ake a big romantic gesture, eh? Something she’s notice. Something she can’t possibly ignore, ya know?”

Lena’s voice perked up considerably. “Brilliant! Why didn’t I think of that before? You’re the best, mate!”

“You betcha!” Fareeha said. Lena hung up. Fareeha knew she had said the right thing, but she still felt uneasy. Something was wrong with Lena, and that’s not good. Lena caused enough destruction when there was nothing wrong at all.


Fareeha puled her motorbike into Angela’s driveway. She parked it and checked her watch as she removed her helmet. 6:30 P.M. Angela was definitely home from work. She drew in her breath and steeled herself. This had to be done carefully.

She knocked on the door. “Angela? It’s me.”

Angela opened the door. She had a look of concern on her face. Fareeha never called her Angela unless it was something serious. “Ja, Fareeha? Is something wrong?”

“Angela… it’s about our relationship.”

Angela opened her mouth to respond, but Fareeha verbally barreled over her. She needed to say this, now.

“Are we… together? ‘Cause I know we’re more than just buds, but you’ve never called me your girlfriend, we haven’t kissed, and I know we haven’t even gone on a date yet. So what I’m asking is… uh, well… yeah.” She hung her head, waiting for the ‘no’, waiting for the door closing in her face.

Instead, she felt Angela’s fingers brush against her sides, hesitantly at first. She stood dumbfounded as Angela wrapped her arms around her and pulled her into a tight embrace.

“Yes,” Angela said. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes, Fareeha! I thought you’d never ask.”

Fareeha smiled and returned the embrace, overjoyed.


Lena felt herself being shaken awake. She looked up groggily and saw Emily looking over her.

“Guuhhh… Em? Wha’s goin’ on?” Lena muttered groggily, rubbing her eyes. It was obviously night out, and the only light came from the desk lamp. She looked over to the clock on her bedside table. “Eleven thirty-five P.M.? What’s the bloody rush?”

Emily smiled. “Top o’ the mornin’ to you too, love. Got a call from Fareeha.”

Lena grinned back, suddenly feeling much more awake. “Cheers, love.”


The five compatriots stood on a hill on the outskirts of town. Amelie was staring into the distance.

“Something big, heading this way. By its speed, I’d estimate we have about a minute before it gets here.” She wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Mon dieu, I can almost smell it from here.”

Angela, already in her angelic form, announced, “Good. We have time then. Fareeha?”

“Gotcha, Angie. Alright, team, we got a sentient paranormal on our hands here. Werewolves are uncontrollable in frenzy, sure, but they’re still people, so we can’t kill them. Amelie, Sombra, you two and I restrain them and help me drive them back. Lena, Angie, Emily, you guys stick back and provide some aid if they’re stronger than they look.”

Everyone nodded, but Lena looked thoughtful, as if she wasn’t listening to the orders.

Suddenly, a slavering beast emerged from the treeline. Its wolflike visage and its loping, semi-bipedal gait marked it as a werewolf immediately.

Now’s my chance, Lena thought, I can show Em that I’m still important. She took a running start down the hill.

“Lena! What in God’s name are you doing?” Angela shouted.

“I’m doing this myself. I don’t need help from any of you wankers,” Lena shouted back. “Amelie, protect Em. You’re better at that.”

Emily and Amelie looked sideways at each other for a second.

“Qu'est-ce que c'est censé vouloir dire?” Amelie said.

Fareeha stared at Lena with a look of dawning horror. “LENA!” she shouted, “I didn’t mean do this!”

But Lena didn’t listen. She rushed towards the slavering wolflike creature, which charged at her, fangs bared. At the last minute, she dodged left and gave it a right hook in the back. It lumbered past before turning and charging again. Again lena zipped to the left, throwing a left hook this time, and the wolf turned again in the same pattern.

To Lena, it was going great. She was zipping around the wolf, it couldn’t touch her in a million years. She was in her element. She knew that she looked amazing right now. Why was this supposed to be so hard again?

“Haha! I’m on FIRE!” she shouted jubilantly, looking back towards Emily and the others. Surely this’ll impress her, right? She dodged left again, readying an uppercut…

…and suddenly, pain shot through her arm. She cried out, stumbled, and fell head over heels, tumbling for several feet before stopping.

Lena could feel herself losing consciousness. NO! She thought. I need to do this, I need to get up, come on! She pulled herself up slightly before another flash of pain wracked her arm, and she lost consciousness.

Back over on the hill, Emily saw her girlfriend fall to the ground, gushing blood from her arm… and from within the redheaded pacifist, something snapped.

“LENAAAAAAA!” Emily screamed, and rushed down the hill, brandishing her umbrella and staring at the werewolf with an expression to match the fury of a thousand dying suns.

The wolf turned towards her and snarled, only to take an umbrella hit to the teeth. And another to the head. And again, and again, Emily rained down savage blows with fantastic rage and accuracy.

Amelie had a different reaction to seeing the werewolf’s attack on Lena. She rushed in behind Emily, skittering as fast as she could, and made a beeline towards Lena.

She picked up Lena’s unconscious body with her strong arms and cradled her delicately, tears shining at the corners of all eight eyes.

“…cheers, love…” Lena moaned.

“Oh, ma cherie,” Amelie said. She tried to think of something to say to reassure her, but the words wouldn’t come. All she could do was hold her as gently as she could and carry her to safety.


Several hours later, in Angela’s house, Lena was lying on the couch, unconscious, while Amelie and Angela treated her wound. Emily sat on the floor next to the couch, whispering reassurances to Lena and crying softly. Sombra had even dragged Satya over to help, which ended up being Satya hiding herself in a corner of the room with her copy of Pet Sematary and avoiding eye contact. Amelie was busy spinning webs, bandaging Lena up wth her upper arms while her lower arms were engaged in a bizarre, fidgety process resembling some sort of finger-knitting with spare web strands

Why did Lena do that? Emily thought. She’s reckless, always been, but she’s never been suicidally so before.

Emily felt a finger tapping on her shoulder. She turned and saw Fareeha behind her. Fareeha didn’t look right. She looked… scared. The emotion seemed somewhat wrong on her normally calm, stoic face.

“Emily? We need to talk.”

Emily sniffled. “R-right. What’s the p-problem?”

“All right, I’m going to give you the full truth.” Fareeha took a sharp intake of breath and blurted out, “Lena thinks that you’re falling out of love with her but she wants you to be happy so she told me that she’s either going to win you back or just ‘fade away’ and leave the two of you behind and I told her she could impress you with a big romantic gesture which she apparently took to mean that she sould fight a werewolf with her bare hands.”

Emily was shocked. Falling out of love? Lena? Why would she think that?  She was struck absolutely speechless; all she could do was stutter incoherently.

Sombra popped through a wall and said, “Hey, puedo agregar algo? Lena appears to be exhibiting a lack of self-confidence, insecurity, and some emerging anger issues. She puts on a cheerful facade to protect you, I guess, but I can tell that sometimes she’s faking it. I don’t have enough data to make a proper diagnosis, though. My best advice is that you and Amelie make sure that she knows she’s appreciated.” She paused for a second and scratched her head quizzically. “Why do I know all this?”

Satya looked up from the book she was reading. “Sweetheart, you have a bachelor’s degree in psychology.”

Sombra turned around excitedly. “¿Realmente? Mi alma, does that mean I’m a doctor?”

Emily ignored Sombra for now. Her advice rang true, though.

“Lena was always the selfless type,” Emily said to no one in particular. “I remember, back when I lived up in Ireland and there was a fecking ocean between us, right? I’d planned to move over here and be with her, got me passport and everything ready, but I ran out of money. Rang her up and told her that we’d have to wait another month or so. ‘Bout two weeks later, she got a letter in the mail from Lena. A first-class ticket to the Seattle airport, and a note reading ‘See you soon, love! -Lena’.” She laughed. “When I got off my flight, there she was waiting for me. Ran across half the airport and bowled me over, she did. Cryin’ with joy.” Emily sniffled. “She’s always been so nice ta me, rarely gives a crap about herself s’long as I’m happy.  Can’t tell ya how many times I’ve had to stop her from doing some loony thing or another, though,”


“…and last year for my birthday we went skating even though she’s horrible at it but she loved it anyway they sold these corn dogs I didn’t want to try but she made me and it was bloody gross like I thought but not nearly as bad as that time we got food poisoning but even then she was there for me in between chundering her guts out and getting to the pharmacy and…”


“…and she’s just so stubborn and stupid and cute and stupid and reckless and stupid and I love her so much,”

Emily plopped down next to Lena’s unconscious body, sobbing, and continued, “Lena, sweetheart, love, please don’t go, please stay here, I love you, I love you, I love you so much, please wake up”

One of Lena’s eyes slowly opened. She whispered, “…was wondering when you’d get to that…”

Emily looked up, a smile appearing on her face.  “Lena?” She hugged Lena tight,as if if she let go lena would slip away again. “W-were you listening the whole time?”

“…yeah…thanks, Em…i love ya too…” Lea whispered, tears shining in the corners of her eyes.

Angela looked towards Fareeha, smiling, and mouthed “we should go”. They both walked into the other room, Sombra faded into invisibility, and Satya snapped her fingers and disappeared.

Amelie clicked her tongue and looked down at the two of them. “I… I am glad you are both safe. I will leave you both to each other now.”

Lena looked up at her and smiled weakly. “…nah, spidey…” she whispered, “…you can stay…”

Amelie smiled confusedly. “Really? O-okay… thank you.” She sat down on the floor and put a hand on Lena and Emily’s shoulders and watched as they stared lovingly into each others’ eyes.


Angela and Fareeha stood in another room, holding hands and listening to the rain.

“Seven days.”

They both jumped, and Fareeha turned around quick as a whip. Satya was standing behind them, staring off into the distance.

“…what?” Fareeha asked.

“Lycanthropy usually sets in in four days. Full moon is in three.” Satya elaborated, still avoiding eye contact. “Then the first transformation comes. A lycanthrope’s first time transforming is painful, traumatic even. Lena will go so feral she won’t be able to tell friend from foe. Something will have to be done to restrain her. If not…”

Satya didn’t have to finish. Fareeha was already filling in the blanks in her mind.

This was shaping up to be a disaster.



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Missing Scenes Series

TV Show: Riverdale

Couple: Joaquin/Kevin

Rating: T

Summary: A new series focusing on filling in some of the missing scenes in Joaquin/Kevin’s relationship. Behind the cut, you’ll find Episode 4.

Please like or reblog if you enjoyed. Thanks so much!

                                              Chapter 1: Episode 4

   The movie was slightly better than Kevin expected. Not by much, though. He’d still rather be doing something more fun, but Veronica insisted and he was a sucker for a pretty face. Something he’d admit to, gladly. At least James Dean was a total hottie; that helped keep his attention.

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Merry Christmas! Thanks to@l8nitl0vr for the request. I’m hoping that this is what you were looking for. It’s less ‘little fluffy things’ more ‘grand sweeping gestures’. Let me know what you think. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt[s]: Reader is a little heartbroken about a failed relationship and when Thor notices he does all kinds of fluffy things to try and make her feel better? >///

“The Man in Red”

Thor wasn’t a studious man. He believed in learning by doing things and consequently making mistakes (of which he had made a few in his time). However, at this time of year, he’d made an exception.

The Avengers’ first Christmas together reminded them that one particular member of their team was not as well-versed in Earth traditions as the others. Even Steve felt like a font of knowledge when describing Halloween. So when December rolled around, everybody chipped in to give him all the information they could about the festive season.

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Thanks for not having dumped me yet (Tom Holland x Reader)

Request: Hello,Can I request a Tom Holland imagine where reader is his long time girlfriend and he has been filming Spider Man Homecoming and one day reader goes to Disneyland with her family and Tom’s family too,and he surprise her and propose her in front of the castle and there’s a music on the background and it’s “I Do” by Drew Selley,I’m sorry if this is a little confused,Thank you❤️ / tagging @joannaasilva and @akiiiiiiiiiii

A/N: I haven’t added the song in the background, which I’m extremely sorry for, because I’m in my village and the wifi is not working well so I can’t watch youtube videos, and also, I’m extremely bad at song imagines. I hope you don’t mind and enjoy it nonetheless xx

Looking around you, you smile in awe at how beautiful everything is. You had never been to Disneyland before, and now you realize all you had been missing out. You look at Tom, talking to his brothers a few feet from you. He is smiling and seems to be happy about the fact of being with his family after so long.
After dating for four years, you can admit you have never been happier. You have an amazing boyfriend and an amazing family, and you can picture yourself having a future with Tom. You know you are young -you are only twenty, but you can’t wait until the day you are happily married and have a family of your own.
You walk up to Tom and take his hand, smiling at his parents.
‘’Do you wanna stay here until the fireworks are thrown?’’ you ask, hoping they’ll say yes. You want to live the whole Disneyland experience and stay until the park closes.
Tom looks at his parents before nodding. His parents smile suspiciously and nod as well, looking happily at Tom. You don’t really understand what’s going on, and when Sam and Harry laugh, it makes you suspicious. ‘Is there anything no one is telling me?’ you wonder as you look at Tom. He simply smiles at you, giving your hand a little squeeze. You let it pass and smile back, tugging at his hand.
‘’What ride do you want to go on next?’’ you say excitedly as you walk away from his parents.
You approach your parents to tell them you’ll see them in that exact spot in thirty minutes, and they smile and send you off.
‘’Everyone is acting weirdly today. This is the first time in twenty years in which my parents haven’t asked a thousand questions about where we’re going’’ you say, laughing a little.
Two hours later, the night has already set in, the lights illuminating the castle. You stand next to your parents, looking at it in awe. Tom has gone to the toilet, his family standing on the other side of you.
Just as you are about to call him, worried about him not coming back, you feel a tap on your shoulder, and turning around, you see Tom, slowly kneeling on one knee and pulling something out of his coat. You open your mouth slightly, putting a hand over it, a smile making its way onto your lips.
‘’[Y/N], we have known each other since we were in kindergarten. For some reason, you didn’t kill me when I cut your ponytail -which I still don’t understand, and you decided to be my friend. You have put up with me for so many years -me not going to school because of filming; me having to ditch you, again, because of filming; me leaving the country and not telling you until the day before, once again, because of filming -you have been there for me through all of that, and the only times we argue, it’s because I eat your fries. You have always supported me, both as a friend and as a girlfriend, and I know I can always count on you. You agreed to dating me after ten years of friendship, and you made me the happiest boy alive. I have put you through so much crap since then -false rumors, late night calls, jealous moments, ditching you up repeatedly… And you haven’t dumped me yet, which I’m really thankful for, just so you know. Having been through all of this and managing to still love each other as much as the first day we kissed, I want to ask you something’’ he says, pulling out a little box, and opening it to only show a ring inside. ‘’[Y/N], will you put up with my problems for many more years and marry me?’’ he asked, a huge grin on his face.
You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, both your hands covering your mouth as you nodded your head furiously.
‘’Yes, Tom. A thousand times yes’’ you whispered, crying.
He put the ring softly on your finger and got up, hugging you, your head resting on his shoulder.
‘’I love you so much’’ he whispered on your ear.
‘’I love you even more’’ you said, a strangled sob escaping your mouth. ‘’You better not ditch me on the wedding, understand?’’ you asked, loud enough so your parents and Tom’s family would hear, making you all laugh. He nodded and pulled you closer, giving you a soft kiss.
‘’I would never’’ he said, laughing a little. He was yours, you were his, and that was all you ever wanted.

Look at this precious little thing I can totally imagine him being a mess the first time but hey let’s give him a chance hehe (;

There was an unspoken tension in the room as Hanbin made himself comfortable on your bed after taking a shower, a small smile playing on his lips as he just sat there admiring the way you sat in front of the dresser going about your post shower routine. Perhaps it was the way his oversized shirt rode up your petite frame to reveal more of your thighs whenever you lifted your arms to your face or simply the fact that yes, he was spending the night at your place for the first time ever, but there was definitely just something about finally being alone with you in your dimly lit bedroom that made him a little nervier than usual as if you both were expecting something to happen.

“A penny for your thoughts,” You said, snapping him out of his daze as you climbed onto his lap and applied some lotion on his face.

“Oh…it’s nothing,” He shrugged, his hands hesitating for a bit before finding its way to your waist.

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anonymous asked:

cows were one of my favourite animals long before i became vegetarian i can't believe how disconnected i was it's like you're aware but? the cognitive dissonance when it comes to animal products is incredible i literally spent a day once looking at cows in paddocks and thinking 'so cute!' then went out that night and ate steak pie? but as soon as you really think about it it's like a switch flips and you can't believe you ever contributed to something so awful i can't imagine not being vegan now

That “making the connection” moment really is so profound and it can come so suddenly. It’s like a pathway that had been intentionally blocked is just suddenly cleared and you can’t ever see it the same way again. Most carnists will say they understand where meat comes from, but knowing it intellectually and actually connecting the two are very different things, and it’s a very difficult thing to explain to someone who hasn’t already experienced it. Getting people to really have that moment should be the centre of our activism, but it’s easier said than done.

Moving Day

(Creative title, I know) A WolfStarBucks (Remus/Sirius/James) fic. 

This is for @protectnevillelongbottom

Prompt: Move in day! They finally find a house that can suit them. Sirius and James bicker about how the spare bedroom will be decorated while Remus actually does all the work with the rest of the house.

“Maroon?! You can’t paint a room maroon James!”

“Why can’t I? I’ve seen pictures of rooms that are this color and they look fantastic! I’m painting it maroon and tomorrow, I’m buying gold bed stuff and curtains.”

“Maroon and gold?! Do you ever plan to grow up James? Why don’t you just call it the Gryffindor room!”

The bickering voices of James and Sirius floated down the stairs to Remus. He looked up the stairs, and had a brief internal debate with himself on whether or not he should intervene. Then he looked back at the multitude of boxes still stacked in the entry way and pushed haphazardly against walls. He had been working on the kitchen -with assurances from Sirius and James that they would unpack and organize their bedroom. They had steadily hauled and unpacked boxes in the large bedroom for 15 minutes. A record really. Remus was surprised his partners hadn’t gotten distracted before that.

GREEN!!! Please tell me you’re joking Pads! We can’t paint the guest room green! What if Lils and Marley end up staying the night? We can’t put them in a green room!” James’ loud and incredulous voice floated down the stairs as Remus made his way through another box. He carefully put each glass in its place, organized each drawer to his liking, and pretended like it wouldn’t all be messed up by tomorrow afternoon because neither James or Sirius cared about proper placement. Something Remus found rather ironic given their ‘proper’ up-bringing.

The words, “DON’T YOU DARE!” followed by the sounds of scuffling and crashing made Remus roll his eyes and look sadly at the half finished box in front of him. Another crash (one that sounded too much like a body hitting drywall) had Remus rushing up the stairs.

“Will you two….” Remus trailed off. There, wrestling on the floor, were his partners. Somehow Sirius’ shirt had come off and James was in his boxers. Remus knew for a fact both had been fully dressed when they came down for the last box. Remus considered breaking them up, for about a second. They weren’t really hurting each other. It was mostly a bunch of rolling around, grabbing, and occasional hair pulling.

Remus bit his lip. He should really break this up. Really. They needed to finish un-packing. It was their first day in their brand new house. The one with the big backyard that bordered on a small wooded area. It had a bedroom large enough to hold their humongous bed -one they had to special order so the three of them could fit comfortably- and three bathrooms. Not to mention the giant tub in the master bedroom and the rather large shower with multiple shower heads. All features Remus was excited to use.

Something they wouldn’t be able to do until they finished un-packing.

Remus sighed and finally stepped in. “Alright you two. Break it up.” It took some work, but Remus finally managed to separate the men. Two men that looked a lot like they had been doing another kind of horizontal wrestling. Remus had to physically stop himself from looking at what he knew would be standing proud below James’ waist. The bulge Sirius was sporting was almost as hard to ignore.

“He started it.” James said and pointed an accusing finger at Sirius. The man in question smirked and dipped his head, looking out at them both from behind a curtain of soft black hair.

“You wanted me to start it.” Sirius said, his voice taking on a deeper timbre than usual.

“Hmmm… Maybe.” James licked his lips and Remus had to work at controlling his breathing. In the middle of a brief fantasy where he stripped both men of their clothes and they all rolled around on the floor, Remus saw Sirius look wide-eyed at him, then wink at James.

“Oh! You two! This was a set up!” Suddenly the missing clothing made sense. His horny partners had staged the whole thing to get him up here and all hot and bothered. When James grinned and ran a hand through his hair (showing off biceps that he knew made Remus weak) and Sirius shrugged with mischief in his eyes, Remus narrowed his eyes.

“No. I refuse to give in. We need to un-pack.” When both men pouted, Remus sighed and took pity on them. “IF, big if, you two manage to finish setting up the bedroom and bathroom, and you both behave like good boys, we can try out that shower later.” Remus winked and turned to walk out. He made it to the door before turning around, “Oh, and we’re painting the room blue.”

He chuckled at the groans that followed him back down the stairs.

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Night after night, the desert king is haunted by visions of a sacred triangle in the eastern sky…

The Soulmate Thing (Peter Parker Imagine)

Soulmate AU: the one where you get matching marks/symbols/tattoos

A/N: This is my first imagine; hope you like it :) Soulmate AU prompts found here

Summary: You wake up with cuts and bruises, not because of what you’d done, but whatever your soulmate was up to.


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  • tifa: *while out shopping with cloud* oh wow! this dress looks so cute!
  • cloud: i guess it does...??
  • tifa: it would look perfect on you!
  • cloud: tifa no.
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  • tifa: *is all dressed up because she had a girl's night out* man! high heels really make me feel powerful!
  • cloud: yeah... *narrows eyes at high heels*
  • tifa: you pull them off way better than i do though...
  • cloud: tiFA NO!
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  • tifa: cloud, do you think it's lame that i never really wear make-up?
  • cloud: why? do you want to change something?
  • tifa: kinda... hey what shade of lipstick did you use back then? it looked stunning!
  • cloud: oh MY GOD
Wild West!AU for Sing.

     Not sure if this is an AU that has been considered or wrote before, but the idea came to me! So far, this is what I scrapped together:

  • Buster is the owner of a saloon that is father worked to buy for him, by working as a newspaper “boy”. He lives in a room in the saloon, and hosts show weekly. However, his saloon isn’t popular due to the bad shows that never came to be a hit. He’s trying to find a new show to save his saloon before he loses it for good.
  • Miss Crawly helps out at the saloon by making drinks, and sometimes plays the piano. But due to the lack of service most of the time, she is hardly needed but remains a companion for Buster.
  • Rosita, with Norman and her 25 kids, live on a farm not too far outside of town. Norman spends most of his day doing farm work while Rosita takes care of the kids who are too young to be helpful in the farm work yet. She often sings to herself and dreams about becoming a singer.
  • Johnny lives in a guns and weapons shop where his father is a business owner. However, business is running very thin, and he often goes out with his two gorilla friends to thieve for money. Meanwhile, Johnny doesn’t want a part of their outlaw lives, and dreams of being a singer.
  • Eddie is Buster’s best friend, who lives with his Nana in one of the biggest owned houses in the town. Nana is known to be one of the best performers of her time, who often participated in shows and had a great passion. Eddie often visits Buster’s saloon to hang out with him, though he doesn’t really have a dream for himself. Will he find one?
  • Gunter is a guy who works at clothing and fashion store, who just wants to have a good time and isn’t even doing bad with money. He sort of acts like everyone’s weird uncle, but everyone has a soft spot despite how odd he can be. Especially when he’s found singing and dancing alone.
  • Meena lives in a smaller section of the town with her family, where she doesn’t open up much due to her shyness. But in her neighborhood, she is known to be a wonderful singer, however she never sang in front of a crowd. She really wishes to overcome that fear, especially since she has such a fascination of performances and the atmosphere.
  • Ash is a young teenager, old enough to be on her own, that lives in a shabby place with her boyfriend, Lance. The two often travel however, trying to get gigs in places to make money using songs Lance wrote. However, after catching him with another girl and dumping him, she starts to write her own music and no longer travels.
  • Mike often plays card games like poker, bets money, and gets himself mixed with the wrong crowd. Bears hold a grudge against him, and he must find a way to pay them back the money he had cheated out of them. With his passion of singing, the Moon Saloon seemed like a good chance for that.

     The most I gathered is that Buster throws auditions at his saloon, to look for singing competitors. Hopefully, the show would be a hit to make the Moon Saloon known so his father’s work wasn’t for naught. The show would have dancing, nights for drinking (which I headcanon everyone is of age, because it’s the only way it works here), singing, etc. Not sure about transportation, because horses wouldn’t work of course since they’re talking animals, so I was thinking bikes or wagons or something. What do you all think?

People say you need sleep to survive, but there’s something captivating about being awake and alive while the rest of the world is in a black and motionless state.

Something beautiful about having this world to yourself to see it at a new perspective, calm and kind not chaotic and cruel. Yes, sleep is good for you but every once in a while, stay up and go outside at 3 A.M. Walk around and look how calm the trees are and even the birds are fast asleep. But you’re seeing it as it really is, when the world thinks no one is watching, you’re admiring its beauty for the way it truly is.

Everything has a mask, but this time we were the ones who created it but when night falls so does the mask, and the real breathtaking world comes out.

- L.R. // true and unseen beauty