My friend picked me up after work yesterday and I found vegan butter and bought veggie spring rolls! 🙌🏼 I worked a little this morning but was let go super early bc he knew I had a family event so I was able to spend the whole day with my wonderful family!! 😭🙏🏼💗 my cousins and I were blissfully reminiscing about our childhood and growing up together and it was just really nice plus there was so much fruit 🙊
I decided to combine these two prompts. Three prompts in one day!
Jones was getting incredibly sick of people hitting on his girlfriend. Archie
told him it was jealousy, but he thought that it was just rude, given that she wasn’t single. It was a respect thing. Or so he
came to a head the day that Jughead walked into the Blue and Gold during free
period. He was used to the small, dusty office being their sanctuary, the space
where he and Betty could shut out the world, typing on their respective computers, trading jibes, or talking about the mess that was their lives.
But today was different. Today,
Trevor Smith was sitting in Jughead’s chair, talking to the honey blonde girl
whose beautiful smile was burned into Jughead’s brain. Trev was leaning all over the immaculate desk that separated him from Betty Cooper, in all his muscled glory,
smiling at her in his charming way. Jughead thought he looked like an apex predator, bearing his teeth like that. Today, Jughead was pissed.
hearing me out. I’ll see you around Betty.” Trev smiled at her before throwing
his bag over his shoulder and sauntering out of the Blue and Gold as though he owned the place.
flopped in his seat, feeling a scowl forming on his face, furrowing his brows and turning down his lips at the warmth of his
Juggie?” Betty’s soft eyes full of concern.
fine.” Jughead nearly growled, his blood still boiling so much that he could
practically feel it vibrating through his skin.
fine. What’s wrong?” Betty had come to stand in front of him, using a delicate hand to gently push a loose strand of his dark hair back into his beanie.
hate how guys are trying to get your attention all the time. It’s frustrating
seeing them hit on you all the time! I dunno. I just don’t know how I can
compete with a guy like Trev.” Jughead shrugged, looking down at his hands and
twisting his slender fingers together, until Betty’s smooth hand rested softly
on them, effectively stilling his fidgeting, calming him in a way that only she could. She placed her other hand under
his chin and tilted his face up so that their eyes could meet.
have to compete. I’m with you. If I wanted to be with someone else, I would be.
But I want you. And no one is going to change that.” Her voice was soft, but
you, Bets.” He whispered, searching her eyes with his.
“I love you
too, Juggie.” She leaned in and let her soft pink lips ghost over his before
catching his lips in a kiss.
to show the world that you’re the one I want.” She whispered in his ear,
sending a vibration of a very different kind through his body. He could feel
his chest getting tighter as he asked,
respond with words, instead she sat down straddling his lap. Jughead felt like
his body forgot what air was.
She was so
beautiful, miles of soft creamy skin, gentle eyes, and that smile, God, that
smile would be the death of him. She might not know it, but that smile lit up
his entire world, brightened entire weeks, dragged him from the precipice a
million times. He would do anything in the world to see that smile every day
for the rest of his days. Even when it was surrounded by wrinkles, or her teeth
were gone, it would always be Betty Cooper’s smile, and that’s all he needed to
disappeared as she ducked down, bringing them to his neck. He tossed his head
back, pleasuring causing blood to rapidly rush south as her skilled lips worked
her magic on his neck. She licked, sucked, and nibbled her way from his pulse
point to his Adam’s apple and back, as his hands scrambled for purchase on her
back, grasping at the fabric of her yellow tanktop as though it was a life raft
and he was lost at sea.
going to miss our nail appointment!” Betty’s best friend Veronica burst into
the room, oblivious to the passion that had been growing there previously like
up off his lap and ran a hand down his neck, before leaning in to give him a
peck on the lips as a goodbye.
opened his laptop, booting it up to get some work done, he saw the dark purple line of bruises
beginning to bloom on his neck.
Hickeys. So that’s what Betty meant about
showing the world.
smiled to himself as the screen began to load.
So I had a dream yesterday about having to warm a very grumpy Ivar while we were visiting something that looked like a combination of a cabin and a treehouse. After some encouragement from my sister wives in the heathen army, I decided to write something about it. Enjoy!
(this is the look he gave me when I finally came back with the extra blankets)
hate it here.” Ivar mutters while you shut the door.
know, älskling, but they are my family and they wanted to meet my
boyfriend.” You stand behind him and reach a hand out to rub his
lower back. He twitches and lets out a hiss, making you back off. You
let your hand fall back to your side and watch as Ivar struggles to
make his way through the small room.
not blind you know, I see the way they stare.” He mutters while
sinking down on the bed, discarding his crutches.
sorry. But I promise that we will go home as soon as possible
damn right we are. I’m not staying in this shithole with
skitstövlarna a second longer than what is absolutely necessary.”
please don’t call it a shi…”
I can’t be honest now.” He snaps “This little summerhouse is a
shithole, inhabited by shit people and you know it.” Ivar’s
reddened and chafed fingers stumble with the zipper on his hoodie.
Turning away from him so that he won’t see your face, you begin to
change into pj’s. Once you’re done you see that Ivar has already
curled up under the covers, facing the wall. You lie down next to him
and take a deep breath, deciding to make a new attempt at reaching
out. He tenses up at the feeling of you nuzzling against his shoulder
through the black t-shirt.
You begin but he cuts you off with a harsh voice.
just go to sleep.” You shrink back from him and curl up in defeat.
Fiddleford walked up the winding
staircase, nerves building with every step he took. Sure, he had made his way through the
thickets of wild briar surrounding the castle like a moat. Sure, he had defeated the one-eyed, yellow
dragon that had waited for him within the castle walls. But despite those portions of the legend
being true, he couldn’t help but wonder if the entire thing was true.
This is what I get for being the third son. Third sons always go on quests. He finally came to a stop just outside a
door. Fiddleford took a deep breath and
carefully pushed it open. The door didn’t
creak, something that puzzled him, given how long it must have been since the
hinges were oiled. How many years since the legend first came about? A thousand?
Sweet sarsaparilla. Why am I the
first person who’s made it this far?
door opened into a lovely bedroom. The
bed itself was elegant, as would be expected for royalty, with long curtains of
stain that obscured the interior, making it impossible to see who, if anyone,
was there. Fiddleford crossed the room
quickly, taking care to not cause any floorboards to creak.
This person’s been sleepin’ fer a thousand years with a dragon in the
front yard. I doubt a creaky footstep
would wake ‘em up. He pulled aside
the curtains surrounding the bed. Fast
asleep, tucked under the covers, was a prince.
Fiddleford felt the blood rush to his face. Oh,
Lord. He’s more handsome than I
expected. The prince’s six-fingered hands
were resting on his stomach, holding a journal close to him. With shaking hands, Fiddleford took his
helmet off and set it down gently on the bed.
He leaned down to kiss the prince.
The minute his lips brushed the prince’s, it was as if a wave of
beneficial energy swept throughout the room.
The prince’s eyes fluttered open.
Fiddleford took a hesitant step backward, then inclined his head
“Your highness,” Fiddleford said
respectfully. The prince sat up and
frowned at him.
“Who are you?”
“Prince Fiddleford, of the
“Then we are equals. No need to be concerned with politeness. I am Prince Stanford.” Stanford smiled. “And it appears that you have at last broken
the curse which trapped myself and my court.”
Fiddleford rubbed the back of his neck, abashed.
“Yes, well, it weren’t no
trouble.” He shrugged. “I am a third son ‘n all. It’s what’s expected.” He grinned nervously at the handsome prince. “Just doin’ my duty as a gentleman.”
“Kissing strangers is something
a gentleman is supposed to do?” Stanford asked. Fiddleford blushed.
“No, please. No need to worry. You have my immense thanks.” Stanford paused. “I should perhaps meet your own court,
“‘Course! Got to bring yer country up to date.”
“Well, yes, but that’s not what
I was referring to. I know full well how
curse breaking plays out, as well as how the third son’s quest ends. It’s not merely a quest to prove your worth,
but to also find a partner.” Fiddleford
blushed more profusely. Stanford waved a
hand airily. “Regardless, I should check
on my people. Care to accompany me,
tbt that time i cartwheeled down the side of a mountain while skiing and everything was a blur of white and blue until i finally came to a stop on my back and suddenly a really big bearded man who looked like a ginger haggrid came into my line of sight screaming “ARE YOU ALRIGHT” and i could manage to say back was “uuhg,h… i should be”
Hi! I've noticed there's been a lot of her lately, Did I miss something new with Mystery Girl? Or do you just really like her?
I just realized that may have come as kinds rude, I didn’t mean it to be. I’m just curious if I’ve missed something
Naw, no worries, you didn’t come off as rude at all!
You didn’t miss anything new. While I do really like mystery girl and that episode in general, the main reason I’ve been reblogging so much art of her is that I had put all of these reblogs in my queue (or technically in my drafts, my queue for my queue). When I got sick last summer, I stopped having the energy to maintain my blog and then more life stuff happened that kept me off tumblr for quite a few months, so my queue never got refilled until I finally came back this week and got to running my blog properly again, filling my queue and all that.
So yea, basically my queue was put on pause for like 6 months so now that it’s back up again, all the old stuff I originally put it in is finally getting posted
Tomorrow I take two of my finals and my last one is on Thursday, so I’m basically officially DONE with this semester?? Like fuck yeah. After I do my exams I’m going to do a write up for some blog changes (regarding what threads I’m keeping and so forth) and then hopefully I’ll start work on a bias list/theme thingy I intend to give away.
I wanna thank y’all for sticking by me these last few weeks because I have been just… dead and dying. Even right now I’m feeling very )8 but that’s largely just brain death from studying today and also my FUCKING TEETH hurting because of course they decided to wait until FINALS CAME UP to start giving me issues. FFFFFFF god help me.
Anyway I may crash early tonight unless I’m in too much pain to sleep lol.
Alice once got kidnapped. Boris and Bendy had to go rescue her, from the hand of an evil priest. When it came to the final showdown, well, Bendy doesnt remember what happened, but Alice and Boris are now a bit more afraid of him.
Man, thats good! How i wish this was a real cartoon! It would be so AMAZING
my pillow covers finally came in! i ordered these from some seller on ebay, they were only $30 vs $60 on overstock and $80 at west elm, and it shows lmao, they didn’t even bother to cut the threads after it was sewn on so i have to do it, i didn’t think the pink one would be so bright! it looked dusty pink in the photos
"Your an idiot, you know that?" With platonic midnightmoose?
FLUFF REQUEST (Platonic)
!!!!!! I’m not sure where you came from or why but!! Thank you so much! Here’s a thing that I was going to write like.. when this ship first came about and now I finally have an excuse to write it! <3
It was a relatively well known fact that Ellie was rarely allowed in the Asagao kitchens unless it was to supervise. And, even then, it was a bit of a risky manoeuvre, given her accident-prone track record. In fact, the first day Ian had met her, it had been while she was precariously balancing on her toes on the edge of an unstable chair to put something back on the highest shelf in the classroom cupboards. It was only a few days later that he’d taken it upon himself to become her caretaker when, as she was performing the same stupid stunt again, the chair had tipped and sent her awkwardly falling with it, before he dived in to heroically save her life.