The harsh crash of the ride cymbal filled the music
hallways. Early morning rehearsals were no stranger to any of the musicians
that Riverdale High’s halls, however this particular persons practicing was
making it difficult for Jughead to sleep.
He made his way down the hallway until he stopped at the
doorway of the practice room.
Inside sat a teenage girl with braided hair that reached her
shoulders, earplugs in her ears as she studied the sheet music in front of her.
The continuous tapping of the high hat and snare drum filled the room as she
began the song again with even more enthusiasm as before.
Jughead stood, watching through the small window in the door
and wondered how one girl could change so much and yet still seem like the
exact same person they were a season ago.
A reverberating crash sounded as Y/N finished her piece and
sat, chest heaving, over the drum kit. She silently gathered up her sticks and
music and placed them all into her rugged canvas backpack before making her way
towards the door.
Jughead hurriedly stepped away from the door and pretended
to be engrossed heavily in the schools noticeboard.
“Morning Jughead!” Y/N shouted.
The raven haired boy was taken aback by the sheer loudness
of her voice and turned around startled.
She stood before him, large jumper thrown of some rugged
black jeans and her trusty backpack thrown over a shoulder. He gestured towards
his ears and mimed taking plugs out. Realization dawned as her face as she
nodded and took out her earplugs.
“Thanks heaps” she murmured bashfully.
“It’s uh no problem.” He said whilst running his hand
through his beanie less hair.
“I think Archie was practicing later this morning, if you’re
waiting for him” she stated.
“Oh okay thanks.”
The pair stood awkwardly before each other until Y/N waved
goodbye and headed towards the music storeroom. Jughead stood in the hallway
watching her until she turned into the storeroom and disappeared.
In the summer she
became a painter.
Her long tanned limbs were splayed against the short grass
on the school oval as she sat with her sketchbook against her knee. She sat
alone in the middle of the oval with her bag and materials spread out around
The long strands of Y/H/C had been hastily pulled into a
messy bun as inspiration had struck her.
Watercolor paints surrounded her as she became a human
canvas, mixing colors on her hand in hopes of finding the perfect shade.
Jughead stared at her
from across the oval, his eyes transfixed by her every movement and brushstroke
she made. He remained oblivious to his friends watching him but remained enthralled by the Y/C/E girl’s beauty.
She leant back and stretched her long arms above her head,
the long white paint stained dress she wore rode up her legs exposing her
tanned and toned thighs evidence of her previous cheerleading hobby.
The harsh shrill of the bell awakened Jughead from his
gazing whilst also startling Y/N, she hurriedly shoved pencils and palettes
into her bag and carefully picked up her sketchbook whilst she made her way
back into the school. With her hair bouncing
with her every step, she nimbly slid past the eager freshmen that were heading
outside to enjoy the sunshine.
It was autumn when she decided to be a
Being a writer for the Blue and Gold meant having an all
access pass to not only the English department’s resources but also the Art
Usually the students were
willing to give Jughead and Betty a hand with whatever the needed but there were
a few students that couldn’t be swayed with the bribery of extra credit; mainly
Y/N the best female photographer Riverdale High has.
Her photos were often
featured in the local newspaper and had even won awards; she could turn the
simplest object into a masterpiece with the change of an angle.
She was talented no doubt about it but her services were
hard to acquire.
Jughead stood in the dark room collecting his photos for the
newest edition for the Blue and Gold.
Placing them on the
table outside the room he winced, half of the shots were blurry and the rest
had fingers and other miscellaneous objects blocking the focus of the photo
itself- Riverdale Highs Vixens.
Shaking his head he frowned as his worst fear had come true.
Every photo he had taken was completely
The door slamming from behind him broke him out of his
musings as Y/N walked in, headphones blasting out and a
folder of photos under her arms.
She haphazardly dropped the folder into the table next to
his and craned her neck to look at him.
“What you got there pretty boy?” She inquired.
“The reason Betty may finally kill me.” He shot back
Y/N let out a chuckle before heading towards his table to
inspect his photos for herself.
“Rookie mistakes.” she muttered, as she walked back towards
Silently she sifted through her photos until she found her
collection of photos of the Vixens and passed them to him.
“Use them, I just want credit.” she stated and turned back
to the exit.
“Thanks heaps.” he mumbled.
Y/N turned around
with a smile and waved goodbye as she headed into the dark room with her
In winter she dabbled in
The scents of Pops diner greeted Jughead as he headed
towards his usual booth only to find Y/N already sitting in it.
Dressed in an oversize coat and jeans, she was thoroughly
prepared for the harsh winter weather.
Next to her sat a worn looking journal that was breaking at
the binding. Her face light up with joy as she spotted him from across the
“Finally, Riverdale’s finest writer returns to the source of
Jughead smiles at the statement as eh slides into the seat
across from her.
“Mind taking a look at some of my work?” She shyly asks.
He nods his head and takes the journal, flicking through it
he nods his head at certain parts until he finishes the book.
“Well you can definitely add writer to your ever growing of
talents.” He teases.
Y/N throws her head back with laughter and a few strands
of her Y/H/C hair falls out of her bun.
“I’m not even close to being half as good as you at writing,
it’s your thing.”
“Oh yeah, just like every other damn thing is your thing.”
“I’ll admit that I do have a lot of hobbies but I enjoy
She leans forward and puts her elbows on the table staring
into Jughead eyes.
“Have you enjoyed watching me this year? “She inquires
His face turns a deep crimson color as he avoids her gaze.
Slowly but steadily he raises his eyes towards hers and finds that her Y/C/E
are staring at him waiting expectantly for an answer.
“I always thought the changing seasons where beautiful
but then I saw you and nothing could compare”.
PLEASE stop underrating Michael Jackson and his talents. I understand that everyone is not going to like him (only God knows why) or be a fan, but NEVER underrate him. I’m soooooo tired of hearing people say that all he could do was this
While he did moonwalk quite well, he was so much more than a dance move and Thriller. Michael Jackson was an amazing singer, composer, dancer, performer, actor, humanitarian, and innovator. He didn’t just take dances or music from artists before him and “redo” them. He reinvented the things that inspired him. He made them better. He made them stand out.
Michael had some of the BEST vocals ever. Even as a child he sang with the emotion and passion of a man who had lived for years. He took the time to perfect his talents. He worked extremely hard for all of his achievements. Michael unquestionably deserved the title “King.”
So many artists today cite Michael as one of their main inspirations. I can’t even begin to fathom how people can call him irrelevant. The fact that you’re trying to blur his legacy proves his relevance. In most cases, people end up putting Michael down to try to exalt their fave. This is HIGHLY unnecessary. Firstly, if you are so comfortable with your fave’s position and think they are so talented, why are you trying to put another artist down? You obviously feel like that person is a threat. Secondly, NO ONE compares to Michael Jackson. Stop thinking that they do just because your fave is obviously inspired by him. I promise your fave can still be considered talented in the same world that MJ is considered talented without you undermining his impact.
I just can’t understand why people get so offended by others acknowledging Michael’s greatness. Every time I see someone talking about how amazing he was, there’s always someone waiting to talk about how he’s overhyped. If anything, he’s the exact opposite. As I said earlier, he is mainly credited for his dancing and performing. So many people completely ignore all the great songs he wrote with amazing messages. So many people ignore his videos (short films) that have messages just as strong as his music. So many ignore the power of his voice and how it demands your attention. Why?
People choose to ignore the fact that his “Remember the Time” short film was set in Egypt, so every person in the video was black.
People choose to ignore the fact that “They Don’t Care About Us” was basically him saying, “Black lives matter,” in the 90s.
People choose to ignore that Michael said, “It don’t matter if you’re black or white.”
So in conclusion, I’m not telling you to stan. I’m not telling you to spazz every time you see something MJ related. I’m simply asking you to not be ignorant. Resist the urge to start shit every time someone talks positively about Michael. Understand that he was one of the most talented (if not the most talented) people to ever walk this earth. You’re going to hear about him. His legacy and impact will never die simply because he will never stop inspiring artists, and he will never stop being great. Please just realize that more than one person can be talented and looked up to. You don’t have to put MJ down to make your fave look good. That’s stupid.
Have a blessed day, and stay off of my blog with that bullshit :)
I have a MASSIVE Sale/Exchange, mainly in credit to my Spring Cleaning Skills.
I also just want people out there in the community to know that I can get so many things that most seem to have a difficult time with <3
I’m here to help! I am also in a great deal of pain financially, so everything is for sale primarily. I will have a small list at the end of my Exchange Posts of the few things I am willing to trade for.
I have never traded on the Exchange, but I have a small online business and sell consignment in my town at 2 stores. I have a PayPal account that is linked to my Etsy for convenience <3
Happy to meet you all, and I hope you find what you are looking for!
-Black & White & Clear Glass beads, various sizes/shapes (New, never used) $5
-Pin Blanks (10 count) (New) $2
-Hamsa Charms (10 count) (New) *These have a whole on either side with a circle cut out in the middle so you can thread through them, or have a small stone in the palm! $2
-Buddha Head Charms (10 count) (New) $3
-Crackle Quartz Beads-Various, Tumbled-Green, Yellow, Clear, Blue (New) $3
-Ceramic Wax Melter (Light Blue Color, comes with 9 Pine Wax Cubes) $15
-Clock Tower Engraved Wooden Tea Box $21
///Wooden Rune Sets: (Small, Medium, and Large wood slices, wood burned)
–Rune Sets WITH Storage Box. These come in a Pine Box or a Paper Mache Box with handpainted protection staves on them-I usually favor Aegishjalmr or Gennir, but am open to which staves are on them. Boxes can be left blank if desired. Small: $22 / Medium: $25 / Large: $28
–Rune Sets WITHOUT Storage Box (Comes in see through mesh bag). Small: $12 / Medium: $15 / Large $18</b>
Fulfillment Sticks, Into the Night Sticks, The Moon Sticks, Handmade in the Monastery Tibetan Healing Incense Sticks, Frankincense Sticks, Myrrh Sticks, Patchouli Sticks, Dragons Blood Sticks and Cones
**.10/stick & .05/cone**
(Ethically harvested, cleaned)
–1 Dark Blue, 1 Med. Blue, 1 Light Blue, and 1 Black Artificial Feather free with another/pay shipping
**Can get Pheasant feathers, Peacock Eyes/Feathers, Ostrich and goose upon request**
///Jewelry: (Mainly Necklaces, I have a problem xD)
–Chevron Amethyst necklace $16
–Silver Plated Tip Quartz Point Necklace $13
–Flourite Point Wire Wrapped Necklace $33
–Tangerine Quartz Wire Wrapped Necklace $16
–Unakite and Aventurine Necklace $25
–Turquoise Necklace $20
–Om Necklace $10
–Hummingbird Skull Necklace $10
–Coral Jasper Necklace $12
–Aventurine and Swarovski Necklace $25
–Om Necklace with 7 Chakras $25
–Crescent Moon Necklace $12
–Agate Necklace $20
–Winged Scarab Necklace $12
–Moonstone Sun Necklace $20
–Hamsa Necklace $12
–Fire Agate Wire Wrapped Necklace $25
–Garnet Necklace $15
–Quartz Choker Necklace (Adjustable) $15
–Resin Starfish & Ocean Aesthetic Necklace $10
–Flower Centerpiece Necklace $10
–Antique Oil Diffusing Pendant (Wooden, pendant had to be put on another chain, but still vintage) $15
–Dreamcatcher Earrings with Turquoise and Quartz Crystal $16
–Dark Red Votive Candles (4 Count) $5
–Red Votive Candles (5 Count) $6
–Pink/Red Candles (2 Count) (These are larger than a Votive but not quite a small pillar) $6
–Light Blue Small Round “Bubble” Candles (9 Count) $10
[^^^All these are handmade^^^]
–White Votive Candles (4 Count) $5
–Tea Candles (However many your heart desires) .10/each
-Red Pepper Flakes
-Mediterranean Sea Salt
-Himalayan Pink Salt
-Hawaiian Black Lava Salt
-Tobacco (NOT for smoking use!)
-Clove-Whole and Ground
-Brown Mustard Seeds
-Spearmint & Mint
-Mediterranean Basil & Basil
-Cinnamon-Bark & Ground
-Dragon’s Blood Resin
-Nutmeg-Whole and Ground
-White Sage-Rubbed/Crushed, also have Bundles/Smudge Sticks
-So many trees, flowers, bushes, esc, omg just ask 8D
**Herbs are $2.50 a bag. Sweetgrass Braids are $12.**
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***Can obtain (Candles)-I can obtain most any candle size, color, scent! I ask that you pay the price and the shipping, and I can apprehend them for you <3 Most are handmade, others are bought outright.
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-Certain Raw/*Very Certain* Tumbled Stones/Crystals (I love Clusters and crystals on matrix, generators and standing points, Smokey Quartz, Fire stones are a plus, unique formations, Opals, Aquamarine, Topaz, Jet and Onyx, Let me know what you have and I’ll see if anything catches my fancy!)
-Athame or Sword
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It’s 1886. It’s not really a good time to be a radical leftist, but there aren’t that many good times to be an anti-statist, really. You got the idea in Italy but heard the money was better here, so along with hundreds of thousands of other desperate southern Europeans, you find yourself in the port of Buenos Aires. The pastries you made back home sell even better here—maybe it’s the nostalgia, or just the hunger. You don’t see your friends as often as you used to. The hours got longer. There’s talk of unionizing. Well, they’re already unionized, a lot of them, but at this point that has to mean something. The whole city is clamoring for better pay. Fewer factory deaths. An ounce of attention paid to the machine making the country’s money. Miguel Juárez Celman, who stole the presidential election, is not particularly well-equipped to deal with this. Easy target. Let’s go.
Errico Malatesta gets the credit, mainly because he had a way with words, and edited the anarchist newspapers, and wrote the pamphlets, and created the impression of a movement to join. And then there was one. The typographers had done it, why not the bakers? Ettore Mattei didn’t have much convincing to do: you’re ready to strike, enough of you that even the establishment papers will notice. You bide your time—two years, in fact—before making a go of it, but when you do, it’s perfect. It’s not just the Italian exiles anymore, the union’s gotten bigger, and it’s gotten braver, and funnier, too. You don’t just refuse to work, shutter the shops, and shout for better wages. You don’t just fight the police. You win, and your wages go up thirty percent.
And you open the shops again but you don’t stay quiet. If these people want your labor, they won’t be able to demand it with dignity. They won’t be able to forget, and neither will you. Because now all the facturas (that’s a bill, an invoice, anywhere else—but here it means pastry) have new names, radical ones, cheeky ones, even blasphemous at times, since the Church is on the other side. Here, have a bomba with your breakfast, a vigilante in the afternoon. A policeman comes into your shop and asks for a couple of cañones, please. Why, certainly.
Suddenly everyone has a union, and then it’s a political party, and then it’s Celman being forced to resign in 1890, and then it’s an endless parade of every politician trying to seem the most working-class, the most business-minded, the most of the people, and that’s Argentine politics. (It’s not, of course, but that’s the story.)
The thorny dragon is an Australian Lizard. This is the sole species of genus Moloch.
The thorny dragon grows up to 20 cm in length, and it can live
for up to 20 years. Most of these lizards are coloured in camouflaging
shades of desert browns and tans. These colours change from pale colours
during warm weather and to darker colours during cold weather. These
animals are covered entirely with conical spines that are mostly uncalcified. The thorny dragon also features a spiny “false head” on the back of its
neck, and the lizard presents this to potential predators by dipping its
real head. The “false head” is made of soft tissue.The females are larger than the males. The thorny dragon’s scales are
ridged, enabling the animal to collect water from any part of its body.
That water is then conveyed to its mouth. The thorny dragon usually lives in the arid scrubland and desert that covers most of central Australia. The thorny dragon mainly subsists on ants.
some of you might remember me hitting a breaking point a couple months ago where i could no longer afford rent AND food AND bills (mainly credit card bills).
bless your soul if you paypal’ed me grocery money at the time, because you gave me breathing room to figure out how to get out of that hole. thank you, thank you, thank you. i am out of the hole.
it is now two months since i started a debt consolidation agreement with a nonprofit organization. (don’t go to the for-profit ones!!) i have over $300 in a savings account after YEARS of going paycheck to paycheck. i am able to afford the things i need and also occasionally do things like, idk, buy one damn frappuccino during happy hour. (this feels like such a fucking SPLURGE when you are used to wondering how you’re gonna eat for the next week.) this is why i will be able to afford skating lessons again. that and lucking out finding a really, really cheap coach; but still, i would not have been able to come up with $40 a month for ice time and a couple of lessons before now.
i will remain in debt for 3-4 more years, not counting my student loan debt, but that one’s less of a drain than the credit card bills were. i kept one card because it has an absurdly low interest rate (hooray, credit unions!) and ahaha closing three other cards in one go gave my credit score a good smack. so i do need to rebuild that, however long it takes. BUT i have not used it since march. i will pay it off and then keep it for things like emergency vet bills or other awful surprises. everything else has to come out of pocket.
i am beyond proud of myself. that was one of the scariest periods of time in my life, and somehow i faced it and i am fixing the problem. i could not have done this without massive support from family and friends and a few internet strangers. thank you for literally helping me survive, either by sending money so i knew i could eat or by letting me cry on your shoulder. <3 much love to you.
(if you’re in the U.S. and you’re also drowning, hmu. my consolidation experience has been amazing so far, and i would love to talk you through how it works if you’re nervous about it.)
Warnings: Mrs. Potty mouth wrote this (capital L language), sibling fight
Word count: 1.3k
A/N: The next part to the series will be called Meeting the Other ‘Me’. I said it last time and I’ll say it again, mainly for credits, I did use some outside quotes here and there, I don’t have sources but just know it’s not all from just my brain. Mainly it is, but still.
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“Three months??? Are you kidding me Y/n?” Dean walked around the bunker, scolding you and stomping his feet with every step he took.
“Actually, it was two and a half months, you’re adding an extra week in there…also I’m not kidding,” okay, maybe it wasn’t the best idea in the world to be a smart ass right now, but you couldn’t help being honest (kind of). “It’ll be three months exactly in about a week and a half if you want to get technical,” you just had to add that in there didn’t you?
“Well if you want to get 'technical’, there won’t be a three month mark. Or another mark on your damn calendar for that matter. You’re taking the damn pills, you need them,” Dean had his finger extended towards you as he continued rambling on. So naturally you extended your own choice finger and pretended it was a thing of lipstick.
“What I need you to do is get out of my ass and let me make my own decisions,” still as you spoke, you sat at the table looking at him like you were saying 'try me, I dare you’.
Sure you loved him, you knew he loved you too. He thought this was what you needed, to have pills floating around in your system. You’d been on meds since you were three, never having a say in what went into your body. No way in actual hell you were being forced to take some meds that made you 'balanced’, you were fine the way you were.
“I’m putting my foot down Y/n, you’re taking them,” okay, now he was pissing you off, and you really really really tried not to get in a bad mood because it was like this whole different side of you came out sometimes.
“Stop wasting air by spouting utter bullshit from your mouth. I’m not taking the pills,” your arms were now crossed, if he wanted to really go down this road, oh you’d take him down it with a smile on your face.
“Yes- you are,” the look on his face grew to be deadly serious, more than it had ever been with you before.
Sam and Cas just stood silently in the background, not daring to say a single word. They both knew this wasn’t going to end well for anybody.
“Make. Me.” the space you put in between the words must’ve set something off inside of him, because his eyebrows raised as an 'I really don’t care’ look spread on his face.
“Fine, if you really want to do it that way,” wait…was he serious? Was he actually going to make you down like three pills by force? Ha. Game on brother.
He began walking towards you, but being smaller than him, you had an advantage. Quickly, you stood up from the chair and pushed it in the way of his direct path towards you. There was only one room in the entire bunker which had a really good inside lock: the bathroom. From behind you, the sound of him grabbing a few pill bottles, their little white oval spawns of hell rattling inside the container as he hauled ass after you.
Good news? You had reached the bathroom before him. Bad news? He had stuck his foot in the door so you couldn’t shut it. Before you knew it he had pushed his way in- you were trapped. Setting the bottles down on the counter he just stood there, looking at you after he had blocked the doorway completely.
“Take. Your. Pills.” he was pointing to the bottles resting in an uneven line on the counter, did he really think you were just going to take them?
“Screw. You.” you repeated the same tone he had.
Suddenly he lunged at you, pinning you against the wall with all of his body weight. Cas and Sam stood in the doorway, probably to make sure neither of you shot each other, sometimes you got on each others nerves and well- let’s just leave it at the crazy had rubbed off on him more than he already had it. Trying your best to escape his grasp, somehow you both ended up wrestling on the floor. Both of you were facing towards the door, but he grabbed your waist and pulled you backwards to him.
“Get a cup Sam!” your other brother was gone, getting the required tool for this moment of torture.
Pulling you into his lap, he wrapped one leg over you to hold you down and held your upper half of your body in his arms, stopping you from moving. Both of your arms were being squashed by the weight of his leg, leaving you powerless.
“Stop you asshole!” wiggling from side to side you attempted to get free, but failed on an expert level.
Sam returned with the cup, Dean’s hands were busy holding you still, so he instructed Sam to do the rest.
“Put the pills in the cup, then hand it to me,” oh this was such bullshit. How was Sam going to help him? How in the fuck was Cas just going to stand by and watch like it was an action movie?
Sam did as he was told, and handed Dean the dixie cup.
“Open your mouth,” one hand held your chin, the other held the cup. But your lips stayed shut tight.
“Dammit Y/n, open your mouth!” he wasn’t necessarily yelling, but it sounded like he was because he was out of breath.
His free hand from the cup repositioned to a tighter hold on your jaw, squeezing in just the right place so it would open just a bit. By now all the pills were dissolved, so all that mattered was the liquid got into your mouth and down your throat. Quickly but carefully, he poured the cups contents into your mouth, then shut it tightly so you wouldn’t be able to spit it out at him.
“Swallow,” you shook your head at his request.
“Swallow it,” another shake.
It got harder and harder to not swallow as seconds passed by, you were needing to breathe out of your mouth but couldn’t. So your nose was flared to allow more air to pass through with each quick deep breath. You didn’t want to, it was like you had no control, but you swallowed. Putting the medicine into your system.
“Was that so hard?” his grip on your face was no longer there, and his leg unwrapped from around you.
“Go fuck yourself you stupid cunt,” oh you were beyond mad, you’d never called him anything like that, or told him to- you know fuck off.
The next hour you were being watched like a child to make sure you didn’t throw up what was forced into your system, the rage inside of you was enough to burn down the bunker. He was so going to get it.
So, I decided to put this thing together because… Rick and Morty is, for the most part, a really good show, and I feel like it has the potential to reach an even bigger audience than it already has, BUT since it’s an adult cartoon some people might feel some apprehension about it, which imo is understandable considering some of the genre’s other popular hits.
With that said, I present the Rick And Morty episode guide! Which includes which episodes are a must-watch to follow the major arc/relationship developments, basic synopses and warnings for sensitive material where it’s necessary, because honestly, there are people out there who like to know what they’re getting into. I just wanted to put this together for anyone who might need it, so if anyone thinks this is too, I don’t know, compassionate or helpful, you can just keep your mouth shut tbh because I don’t want to hear it.
It’s worth mentioning that every episode has funny and important scenes/moments that add to the characters, relationships and the general vibe of the show, but for those who prefer plot-relevant episodes I decided to list the must-watch episodes for both seasons as well! It’s also worth saying that almost all of the really sensitive topics I mention in this post with a simple tag aren’t just spoken about or dealt with in passing, but treated seriously.
Some very basic plotline descriptions under the cut, but nothing too spoiler-y!
Headcanon: When it comes to people her own age, Layla is much more attracted to girls generally. She likes older men, but mainly for their credit cards and the unique piss-off-her-dad aspect of ‘dating’ them. She’s not huge on labels, but if she had to pick one she’d probably choose queer or bisexual with a preference for girls.