01.07.17- My first spread post! January, weekly, and next week’s spreads. Back into the “swing of things” and copying this semester’s notes into small MUJI books. I’m starting to use my Leuchtturm 1917 and I LOVE it so far, along with my mildliners which I’ve been longing for!! Here’s to a productive year!
[A/N: The aftermath of that scene, smuttiness because we all needed it, this is only my second Bughead fic so I’m still finding their voices a little so please bear with me! The song used below is the song from that very scene, it only seemed right. Only briefly proof-read but I will probably go back sometime later tonight and fix any errors I’ve missed, hopefully not too many but I did make the decision to swap tenses halfway through writing this.]
I was broken from a young age Taking my sulking to the masses Writing my poems for the few That looked at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me Singing from heartache from the pain Take up my message from the veins Speaking my lesson from the brain Seeing the beauty through the…
-Imagine Dragons - Believer
The worn leather nestles itself warmly against his neck, fingertips grazing against the frayed polyester cuffs and the smell of faded cigarettes and liquor envelope the air around him.
‘Juggie-’ Her voice wavers with uncertainty, the small smile that had crept its way into the corners of his mouth falls in an instant.
‘Sorry kid, I didn’t realise you had a lady-friend over.’ The broad Serpent chuckles throatily.
‘Uh, Betty-’ he offers lamely with an outstretched arm to the door, ‘my girlfriend.’
The Serpents in unison stretch to peer around the door, meekly Betty remains hidden, her slender fingers with periwinkle polish grasping firmly at the edge of the door with knuckles turning white.
‘My-my,’ smirks the leader of the pack, ‘don’t you just paint a familiar picture.’
Betty steps back cautiously as the larger man strains to get a better look, instinctively Jughead’s arm raises against the door-frame offering the bearded man a stern look. Taking a step back he rocks on the heels of his feet, his own hands raised in surrender and a curious gaze playing on his features.
Clara and Ashildr often take companions with them. So far, these companions have included: Journey Blue, Vastra and Jenny, River Song, Jane Austen and Sally Sparrow. The girls all formed an LGBT+ group soon after and meet up every so often in random times to give education about sexual identity and orientation.
It’s something that we all probably dream about, at one time or another in our lives, female or male. Finding one perfect person that fits the missing puzzle piece inside us, and we fit theirs. Andy and Sam have that. - Ben Bass
But as long as I was going to be McNally, it was going to be Sam. Always - Missy Peregrym