my friend sent me this today

some of y’all know my dad went back to college to get his second degree and one of my friends goes to the college he’s taking classes at and she saw him today after he took his last final!!! and sent a video of her talking to him to me and I almost started crying I’m so glad I get to see him in a week :’)))))


“It’s NOT okay! You keep saying that but YOU don’t know what you’re doing! Now we’re going to suffocate or starve at the bottom of the ocean and only my parents will notice because no one else cares about me!“

A Little Something About The Tangy and The Tart

I cannot believe it has been so long since I posted and I’m sorry, truly, that it’s taken me forever and a day to get my ass in gear. But due to recent events, I felt inspired to write something and I’m actually really, really happy with how this turned out!

Also, I owe a huge thank you to @permanentcross for giving me advice and reassuring me this wasn’t crap and to @canistay-haz for being her wonderful, loving self and telling me I don’t suck. You both are so, so lovely and I’m lucky that I can ask you for advice when I’m not confident in my writing.

That being said, enjoy!

Warning: NSFW


Normally, Saturday mornings would be reserved for sleeping in, lazy kisses, and barely audible gasps filling your ears. Today however, you and Harry had to be somewhat functioning adults. You were having one last get together with Harry’s closest friends and family before his life was sent into the spotlight for who knows how long, and he didn’t get to be as free and open with his time as he had been. 

You woke up about half an hour after Harry did, knowing you had things to do and people to see but you were having none of it. All you could think about was the slight yet very-much-still-there tingling sensation between your legs thanks to yours and Harry’s late night rendezvous. You smiled to yourself, rolling over and letting your face collide into Harry’s pillow, inhaling his lingering scent that made you want him all over again… 

You made your way downstairs to your boyfriend, legs bare and torso covered in his ridiculously baggy pink shirt that was littered with the white polka dots, your rear just barely peeking out at the bottom hem. Harry was sporting only a pair of grey joggers that hung much too low on his hips, not that you were complaining. 

“Morning, sunshine.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, peppering his back with tiny pecks.

“G’morning, poppet. Sleep okay?” Every morning after, without fail, he asks how you slept. He asks because he knows when you’re both in the heat of the moment, sex isn’t gentle. Not that it’s animalistic, but you and Harry like what you like and making sure you’re comfortable and properly taken care of after is an essential part of his aftercare routine; he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take care of you and pamper any part that might be slightly bruised or extra loved on. He does love a routine after all…

“Mhm,” you purr into his back, pecking his skin once more before he spins around in your grasp, your arms falling to your sides while he places one hand on your cheek and encloses your mouth with his.

“Good,” he smiles down at you, pecking your cheek before turning back to the countertop where you can see he’s been preparing a dessert for the get together later that night. 

“Whatcha makin’?” you ask, hopping upon the countertop, legs swinging back and forth while eyeing the bowl of plain raspberries and the graham cracker crust that was still sitting in the tart pan Harry insisted he needed.

“How does a raspberry tart for tonight sound? Bought the pan, figured there was no use in letting it sit in the cupboard.”

You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle. There was nothing comical about the dessert in and of itself, but you were feeling some type of way this morning and you couldn’t help but think of it in a provocative way.

Harry rolled his eyes, trying not to grin, “Why is that funny?”

You just giggled again and reached to kiss him on the cheek, “Maybe I wanna be your little raspberry tart. I already have the perfect shirt on.” Although you’d been sitting on the countertop for a good minute already, Harry had just noticed how his shirt had ridden up your thighs and he swallowed hard, also taking in how you had only the bottom two buttons fastened and there was little, if anything, left to the imagination. What Harry didn’t know was that you didn’t have anything covering the part of you that wanted him the most; he figured you’d just thrown on something skimpy just to torture him but no, you were completely bare, apart from the bottom of the hem under your bum, and sitting on your boyfriend’s counter. Harry didn’t have a prayer. 

You smirked at him cheekily and even though you’d had him not even eight hours before, he could tell you still had an appetite for something else, something that filled you in a different way. 

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Sent to my website email this morning - Subject: Enough Message: Enough of the gay stuff on Bright Sessions. Please we are begging you. Sent on: June 2, 2017.

So here we are, two days into PRIDE month. How’s everybody doing?

I’m going to start off by leaning into the mic and saying with full-throat clarity: “Fuck you…you fucking fuck”.

I am a gay man…and before that, I was a gay kid…a scared and angry kid who had so much internal homophobia brewing inside of him that he thought he might explode because nothing in the world was convincing him, or trying to convince him for that matter, that it was normal and okay to be who he really was. And I can tell you, when I was that scared kid, shows like The Bright Session were almost non-existent; and what a shame.

I would have cried from happiness if The Bright Sessions existed when I was a boy. Shows like The Fosters, Glee, Eye Witness, Riverdale, Shadowhunters…shows where I could see myself on the screen in a way all of my heterosexual friends could without question since birth. 

Today I turn on the radio…and 99.999% of the music is, narratively, written/produced with a straight audience in mind…and in some cases/genres it’s used to target and ridicule me and my sexuality.

I live in a world where gay men are being thrown off of rooftops and “exorcized” in Chechnya because they are seen as aberrations; less than…underserving of love and existence. I live in a world where in my own country, a venomous discriminatory fear-based movement validated by the election of their figurehead sent a resounding message that my rights are actually up for debate.

In a world where there is so little positive reflected back at me…so little out there saying that my truth and the stories that express my life and experiences on this earth are valid…in a world where I feel like every day and every breath is a stand to qualify my existence…In that world, I get a message that tells me “enough of the gay stuff”. 

So…to the person who sent this message, I feel sorry for you; I genuinely do…I truly, genuinely and absolutely do. How terrible your life must be, and how delicate your self-image must be to reach out and say something like that. At first look, the message is mean and evil…but then the shaky-ground of masculine fragility reveals itself, as it always does, and I pity you. 

This is Pride Month…It’s meant to celebrate the LGBT+ community and our allies by opening up to share the beauty and diversity of our lives with everyone. I am proud of who I am…and it took a damn long time to get here.

I can’t really speak for Lauren, our creator/show-runner, or the rest of the cast, but…we have a gay character, a bi character, a lesbian character and a “no labels at this time” character confirmed as canon in The Bright Sessions…and I’m here to tell you we will never “enough with the gay stuff”. We are here to celebrate the people and stories that matter to us…Caleb, Adam, Mark and Rose are my friends; these are the people I have in my life and I think you’d be lucky to know. So yeah, no…not “enough of the gay stuff”. 

*throws glitter in the air and walks off*

- Briggon 

I think with Louis, we’re artists so we’re all messed up and a little weird and we’re all insecure. The thing with him is that he’s so honest and humble. From the second I met him, he was kind to me and my team and I thought that was really dope. He’s cool, I don’t feel nervous around him. He’s a friend now, and I love that, it’s cool to work with a friend.
He sent me the song, and I was like “Oh we’ll see” then I heard it and I was obsessed. Then we shot the video together, then we’ve obviously done a lot of TV stuff and we did a rehearsal today. It’s just fun.
We’re like brother-sister chemistry. He’s like “you piece of shit” and I’m like “You piece of shit. Don’t fucking call me a piece of shit.
The waiter - Tom Holland

Word count: 1190 (very short)


A/N: So this one was requested, and I really loved the idea! I’m just so sorry, that I couldn’t make it better. Hopefully, I the next thing I make will be better. I’m still new at writing, so I’m still learning a lot. Writing in Tom’s POW is not my strong suit, but I still hope you enjoy this one!

It was just another day at Southbank in London. Street artist were entertaining the tourists, who were all enjoying the dry day. The weather wasn’t good, but at least it didn’t rain.

It was very quiet in the café you worked at, so you were able to get a glance at some of the dancers. You knew at least half of them, so whenever you had the chance, you would always watch them. Sometimes you would even join them in your breaks, but only if there weren’t too many people.

Two guys walked into the café, and sat down at one the tables. You grabbed two menus, and walked over to them.

“Hi, Welcome! Do you know what you’re having, or do you want to take a look at the menu?” You smiled at them, as they stopped their conversation and looked up at you. “I think we’ll like to look at the menu” One of them said, and you handed them the pieces of paper.

As you walked away, they started chatting again. You started cleaning the other tables, even though they were already clean. You would steal glances at both of them. They were both quite handsome, but you found yourself looking more at the darker haired boy. After a couple of minutes, you returned to them, a notepad in your hand.

“Ready to order?” You asked, with a smile. They named their orders right away, and you took the notepad to the kitchen. You had been working here for almost a year now, so you had become close friends with the chef. He could see the costumers from the kitchen, and on quiet days like this, you would often talk about them. Just to have something to do.

“The blonde one, he looks like your type, doesn’t he?” He teased, as you handed him the order.

“I was looking more at the brown haired one, actually. Not that it’s any of your business” You smiled back. Sam was around 50. He was happily married, and wanted everyone to find love as well, that included you. He took every chance he could to bring it up.

“I’m just saying. You’ve been single for 3 months now. You’re a beautiful young lady. I bet they’re already talking about you in there” He smiled, and you just rolled your eyes. Little did you know, that he was right.

Tom’s POW

“She’s hot!” Harrison exclaimed, as soon as she had left the room. We had both been checking her out, from the moment we walked in. Everything about her was just gorgeous. Her face, her eyes, her hair, the smile on her beautiful red lips. Even her voice sounded angelic.

“She’s beautiful” I said, still having the feeling of being breathless. There was just something about her. The way her smile reached her eyes, making them shine. The way she gently bit her lip, when she wrote something down.

We talked for a couple of minutes, before deciding to film something to put on Instagram. Just as I started filming, she came back. I turned the camera towards her. Even on camera, she was stunning. I turned off the camera as she got closer, not wanting her to notice.

“There you go. Anything else I could get you?” She asked, still smiling, as she sat down the plates.

“Your name, would be great, thanks” I immediately regretted saying the words, but I couldn’t really take them back. She turned her face to me, and I could see the smile in her eyes.

“Well, usually I don’t give out any personal information, but I’ll make an exception. I’m Y/N” She smiled. Even her name was perfect. Was it even possible to find even one negative thing about this girl?

“Nice to meet you, Y/N”


A couple of days had passed, since I met her, and I hadn’t been able to get her out of my mind. I had even been to the café. Every. Single. Day. Eventually someone told me, she had the week off, and I realized how stupid I must’ve seemed to them.

Now I was maybe going to seem like a huge idiot, and maybe even a stalker, but I just wanted to see her again. Was it too much, posting her picture on Twitter? Was I really getting this desperate?

The past 3 hours I had spent, trying to decide if I should do it or not. Just thinking about her made me nervous. What if she didn’t see it? What if she did, and thought I was a creepy stalker? How did Zara Larsson do this? Did she just look at the dude’s picture, and think: Yeah, I’ll just post this.

I finally wrote a tweet, and sent it out. It already seemed stupid, but the slight hope of seeing her again, was enough for me to let the tweet stay.


After a week of work, I was back. Today was busier, and we were 3 waiters working. One of the others, was one of my close friends. One of my best friends, actually.

“So why is it, that your picture is all over the internet, and you didn’t even tell me? Rumour has it, that some movie star is looking for you” She smiled cheekily at you, and you looked at her confused. “Seriously, you haven’t seen it? Here it is” She found her phone, and showed you a screenshot of a tweet.

“why are you so gorgeous, where can I find you, would you go out with me, and how do you like your eggs?” the tweet read, and there was a picture of you, carrying two plates towards a table.

“Whha- I. What?” You looked at her shocked. You knew exactly who had been in the café, when the picture was taken, but you weren’t sure which of the boys it was. You secretly hoped for the darker haired one.

“y/n. The guy who has been asking for you all week is here. Do you want to me to take care of him, so you can hide out here, or do you got this yourself?” The newer girl asked. She had only been here a month, but you were already starting to become friends with her.

“I think I got it” You said, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “Are you going to agree to the date?” Your best friend asked, teasingly, and you gave her a quick nod, before getting your notepad, and heading out towards his table.

“I don’t know, you can find me here, I would love a date, and I’m allergic to eggs” You smiled, as you reached his table, he looked up in surprise. He hadn’t noticed you, before you started speaking, and now he didn’t know how to react. You could see the blush rise in his cheeks, as he tried to find the words.

“Oh, for god sake. He’ll pick you up here, tonight, at 7. Hopefully then, he has learned how to speak” His blonde friend said after some time, causing the brownhaired boy to blush an even darker shade of red.

Taglist: @rock-n-roll-queens @m-sterre

hey babygirl || theo raeken

word count: 2830

warnings: season 6 spoilers and adorable theo

prompt: none

author’s note: posted before, but my old blog was deleted, so now it’s on here!

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How to be a nice guy, not a "nice guy"

Growing up shy with only brothers, I was never confident approaching women I was interested in, and I think I was in my mid-twenties before I was finally the one to make the first move. The upshot of this is it gave me the chance to form some fantastic friendships with women in school, and college.

I saw first hand the kinds of horrible attitudes men held towards my friends, and since becoming addicted to the many many online dating blogs on Tumblr I’ve seen this to the Nth degree. As someone who found it hard simply saying ‘hi’ to a woman I liked, this behaviour baffled me. If someone else had that confidence to walk up to (or now message) a woman, and start a conversation with her, why would he go out of his way to fuck it up?

1) Fedoras/Trillbys: First of all Trillbys ARE NOT fedoras. Second, this is what PUAs call “peacocking”, making yourself flashy somehow to stand out from the crowd.
A- This doesn’t work if you’re all fucking doing it, at least try and be original.
B- If your personality doesn’t stand out, then go work on that instead.

2) Negging: Another PUA tactic, though I suspect it’s as old as dating itself. This involves giving backhanded compliments, or small insults followed by compliments. The aim is supposedly to make the woman either extra grateful for the compliment after the insult, or desperate to prove you wrong.
A- What the actual living fuck? On a basic level it’s nonsensical. “There’s a woman I like…I know! I’ll insult her.” If that seems like a good thought process to you, then you’re a fucking idiot.
B- Tricking someone into talking to you/being interested in you is pathetic because again you’re just proving that you have a shitty personality that can’t stand it’s ground.
C- This kind of behaviour is a trait of psychologically and abusive relationships. To the defence “I’m a nice guy, I just wanted her to talk to me.”, women talk to people every single fucking day without the need for them to insult them first.

3) Rejection: Here’s a scenario.
Bro 1 - “Hey dude, you wanna go to the game today?”
Bro 2 - “Thanks for asking, but sorry dude, not interested in Basketball.
Bro 1 - "You fucking piece of shit! How dare you reject me?! I hope you get raped! I never even wanted to go to the game with you anyway! You’re fat lol.”
Manbabies can try and mansplain this away all they want, and they do; “If you’d just given me a chance I wouldn’t have acted that way, I’m actually a really nice guy.” “Sorry, I was drunk when I sent that.” “Sorry, my friend got my phone, lol.” However, if you’ve never or would never react this way to a man rejecting your request for something, drunk or not, then you are behaving this way simply because a WOMAN did it. Right there is your problem.
Bro - “Hey, do you wanna get dinner or drinks sometime?”
Mysterious Alien Creature (aka; woman) - “Hey thanks, but I’m not really interested.”
Bro - “Np, have a good one.”
A - You haven’t burned any bridges. Is she just out of a relationship? Is she dealing with stuff in her personal life? If that’s the case, when she’s not, you’re still a contender, instead of a piece of garbage.
B - You treated someone like a human fucking being.

4) The FRIENDZONE: All in Caps because that’s how some guys seem to view it. I guarantee you this phrase was coined by a guy who is the most horrible piece of shit on the planet. As I mentioned earlier, I had a much easier time making woman friends than meeting girlfriends. There was one who I had a huge crush on and nothing ever happened, and I know for a fact there was one who liked me and nothing ever happened. And guess what? We stayed friends.
A - If you enter a friendship with the sole aim on getting something out of it for you, then you’re a terrible friend.
B - If a male friend chose to go to a basketball game with someone who likes basketball instead of you, would you complain about the friendzone?
C - If a woman was your friend for years, and then you found out it was only because she wanted your kidney, how’d you feel? Betrayed, hurt, knowing that person never liked you as a friend?
Let’s rename the friendzone the neverwasafriendtobeginwithzone.

5) Girls only date Assholes: What? What?! What the fuckitty fuck fuck? I’ve dated horrible people, my friends have all dated horrible people. Women do not have a monopoly on bad choices.
A - EVERYBODY dates assholes at some point. If a friend is, try to help them see that instead of assuming they like it.
B - As a general rule, assholes date assholes. If you’re not an asshole, if you’re a self-proclaimed nice guy, then why would you wanna be with a woman who’s an asshole? Oh right, because you only care about her body.
C - I have friends whose boyfriends/husbands are nicer than I am and it pisses me off.

6) “Compliments”: I hope you noticed the inverted commas there. From catcalling, to pet names, to street & online harassment, again this is something that I can’t wrap my head around. You see a woman you like, you have two options.
i - Find a reason to initiate contact. Online, look in the profile for common interests. IRL, whatever she’s doing at that moment.
ii - Shout a generic compliment a 5year old could come up with.
Which one seems more likely to you? I once started a two-year relationship initially based on a mutual love of nothing more than a brand of chips.
A - Unsolicited compliments are…wait for it…UNSOLICITED. If no one asked you for it, don’t give it.
B - “Learn to take a compliment.” Next guy I hear say this in a bar I’m gonna send every male friend over one after the other to 'compliment’ him.
C - If you catcall, I’m gonna get six huge construction workers to come to your neighbourhood and shout 'compliments’ at you every time you walk down the street and see how you like it.

In conclusion…because this has gone on Waaaaay longer than I’d originally intended, let me leave you with a couple of rules of thumb.

1 - As difficult as it may be for some men to realise, women are not a part of some alien species. You don’t need to trick them, you don’t need to manipulate them. Respect breeds respect, talk to women as human fucking beings.
2 - There are over 6billion people on the planet. Attraction is a complicated phenomenon that the physical and social sciences are NOWHERE near explaining. Not every one of the 3 ½ or so billion women on the planet are going to be attracted to you. Accept it and move on.
3 - Nice guys don’t finish last, only “Nice guys” do.

This has been a public service announcement. Out.

I saw you for the first time since we’d broken up today. I was mid conversation with my friend smiling and then there you come driving past in the passenger seat of your best friends car where we’d shared some of our nights together. You looked straight past me without a second look back, and that was that, this is what we are now.. Not even civil enough for a smile, just strangers who once shared an incredible few months together.
—  B.L letters I never sent

highest-quality-of-trash  asked:

heyaaa ~! could you do a jay (descendants) imagine where reader is super shy ? she finds jay's beanie and decides to wear it until she finds him but it's too big and covers her eyes but she wears it anyways ! (sorry if it seems confusing !!)

Originally posted by fangirl--of-everything

An: omg I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to this request! Hope you like it anyways! It was adorable!! <3

Requests are open

“Ben, wait, no, no!”
You’re childhood friend laughed at you, and continued pulling you along.
“You agreed to hang out with us today remember? Besides, it’s time you and Mal get to know each other! You’ve spoken.. what? 5 words to her?”
You groaned, rolling your (y/e/c) eyes. He had a point, you had really only Spoke to Mal once, and you had been a stuttering mess.
Its not that you were afraid of the Purple-haired daughter of Maleficent, you were just shy, Extremely shy. While she was, extremely outgoing and confident and ugh.
Ben seemed to sense your shift in mood.
“(Y/N), we won’t stay for long. I just want to properly introduce you guys. Then we’re out of your hair and you can go… read that new book Mom got you.”
Frowning, you nodded. Nervousness bubbling up inside you.
“What if she doesn’t like me? What if she thinks I’m weird, or god what if she thinks I’m rude!” You rambled on, Ben cracking a smile and pulling across the grass to the table where the VK’s were sitting.
Almost on cue, Mal leaned over and whispered to them.
The evil queen’s daughter sent you an understanding smile before ushering the two boys away.
“Mal, this is my friend (Y/N), we’ve known eachother since childhood. Her parents are (Y/P/N).”
“It’s great to meet you!” Map smiled and you blushed, smiling back.
“It’s… lovely to meet you too,” you frowned as there was a pause in the conversation. “What are your guys plans today?”
Mal shrugged.
“This jerk refuses to tell me. I guess it’s a surprise or something.”
You chuckled.
“He’s always like that. Surprises are his trademark…”
“Well I hope we can talk more,” Mal grinned as She and Ben excused themselves walking over towards the castle.
You leaned back against the nearest tree with a sigh.
“Wasn’t too bad,” you mumbled to yourself, glancing over at the table Mal had been sitting at.
You frowned, catching a glimpse of something red against the deep green grass.
Stepping closer and kneeling down, you found it to be a beanie.
Oh no, no, no.
This must be one of the VK’s… you were pretty certain it had been on the taller boy, Jafar’s son.
Frowning, you picked it up, turning it over in your hands.
Knowing you would manage to lose it again, you placed it over your hair, sighing as it hooded your eyes.
Side affect of being rather tiny- everything was too big on you.
“Hey- that’s mine…”
you jumped, scrambling to push the beanie up a little so you could see.
“I’m sorry,” your voice came out high pitched and you winced. “I saw it on the ground and figured I would lose it if I didn’t put it on until I found you and I was just about to go and find you and-”
“Woah, it’s alright! Thanks,” he laughed, and you looked up at him, a blush marring your face. You were still holding up the edges so that you could see out of the beanie and you began to take it off.
“Nah, you can have it if you want. I’ve got tons. I’m Jay by the way. You’re Ben’s friend right?” He stuck out his hand and you dropped the beanie to shake it.
“(Y/N),” you answered quietly and your unseeable eyes widened as he laughed loudly.
“That’s a little big on you huh?” He reached out and lifted it up so that he could see you from underneath it.
You nodded, a smile forming on your face.
“It’s nice to meet you (Y/N),” he smirked, brushing back his hair that was normally covered by the beanie.
“You might want this, it doesn’t do much good for me,” you chuckled nervously and pointed to the beanie, the edges once again falling to cover your face.
“Well as cute as you look in it, I think you might get hurt walking around blind.” He grinned widely and plucked it off your head while your whole face turned pink.

south side princess (part one) 

Pairing ~ Reader x FP Jones
Prompt ~ after living in the upper side of Riverdale for 3 years, you decide to go stay your dad on the south and forming a crush for the older fp Jones
Warnings ~ swearing, drinking drugs, age gap romance (reader 19yrs old)

Story ~
It was 3 years since your mother and father had spilt up. Your mother had taken you to live in what she called upper Riverdale, what most would call the nice or good side of the tracks. Your father had stayed on the Southside. Your grandfather was the old leader of the gang the south side serpents until his death a few months ago. Forsythe Pendleton Jones the 2nd (or Fp as he was called) was the new leader with your father his right hand man. You had known Fp your whole life. 

In the last 3 years you had re-started high school hating that you was a year older then everyone else, after you was held back a year (because you hadn’t attended school for 2 years) before even starting Riverdale high but at least you was now in the same year as you childhood friend Jughead Jones. In that time you had become a river vixen, your grades where up and you started becoming friends with Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge. When you first moved into your mother’s childhood home your grandmother old house, Veronica took it upon herself to give you a full make over. Now you looked like her double, posh girly dresses, sassy tops and skinny jeans filled your wardrobe. More hair and makeup products then ever really needed. 

After a long week and a trying day, You was sat sulking in pop’s after a cheerleader practice, Cheryl had been a bitch with the squad mainly you a Veronica getting the brunt of her mood. You and your mother had been fighting a lot the last few weeks as well to the point you didn’t think you could stay anymore. Jughead Jones slid into the seat facing you with a smile. “what’s up y/n, you’ve been looking at that milkshake for 20 minutes?” He asks. “it’s my mom we’re always fighting and I don’t want to stay there, I can’t stay there anymore” I tell him as he takes the cherry from my melted milkshake. “What about your dad?” he says. As he pops the cherry in his mouth.
You only saw your dad once a month when you would go stay the weekend with him in the trailer park hanging with your old friends now all serpents. “juggie that’s an amazing idea” you smile “I’m going to call him tomorrow” you grab your bag hugging the raven haired boy. heading home thinking of what to say to your dad. 

At home your walked into your mother waiting for you. “where have you been it’s almost 10:30pm” you give a one word answer “pops” she started screaming as you ignore her. Since coming here you wasn’t the only one who had changed. Your mother had become a living breathing copy of Alice Cooper. She went through you room, wouldn’t let you out past 10. Told you to stay away from Jughead because of who his dad was. Controlling as much of your life as she possibly could. Wanting you to be more like Cheryl or Betty.
In your room, you tried to block her out but she followed still complaining about it was a school night, about you not giving yourself time to finish homework or practice with the vixens. After a really bad argument you started to grab you school books and laptop. “I’m going to stay with dad” was all you said before running out the door.

It was nearly 11pm and you didn’t really want to knock at your dad’s at this time. The trailer park was still a few miles away and you started getting cold and tired. You thought about Jughead heading to the drive in to find him it was on the way to your dad’s anyway. You had knocked and knocked, but no one came to open the door. You realized the biggest mistake you had made was leaving without a coat, all you had on was your river vixen outfit and pumps. Your gave one last bang on the door screaming his name, thinking do you go to your dad’s or back home. Home was closer but you didn’t want to see your mum after walking out.
“y/n,” you turn to the sound of your name looking to it’d owner. You see a man walking towards you. His hands in his jeans pocket with a swagger to his stride. In the light you see fp Jones the new leader of the gang your grandfather used to lead. “Why are you out here dressed like that at this time if night?, are you trying to give my boy a heart attack?” he asked looking you up and down intensely slow. “didn’t know you did booty calls Princess” he said. smiling slightly swaying saying back “only for a lucky few, Jones why you jealous?” fp just raises an eyebrow. This flirty banter was normal for you both. It had all started when you was younger , Fp would say something flirty to make you blush and it always worked but now you got older and would think if a witty comeback. It was just how you both was with each other.

You had always had a crush on fp ever since you was about 16 you knew it was wrong or you believe it was. He was over 20 years older then you but looked younger then he was. you managed to keep your little crush hidden, but you couldn’t help think what would it be like if one day he acted on the jokes or looks you sheared with each other.
“I had a fight with my mom again. I left home I thought about coming to stay with my dad but it was late and cold I was going to see if jug would take me in for the night” you tell him. Shivering in your skirt rubbing your bare arms
He took his leather jacket off placing it round your shoulders, but kept hold of both sides of the collar. “your dad’s away doing a job for me, he won’t be back for 3 weeks” you feel defeated thinking you will have to go back to your mothers. He pulls on the collar bringing you closer to him. He spoke slow, and burly a whisper it felt seductive, “you could, only if you wanted to” he looked you in the eyes keeping your focus locked onto his. Making your breath catch ,he was speaking in a hushed voice “stay in mine tonight, tomorrow I’ll get your dad’s spear key take you to get you stuff from mums” you smile as he speaks fully aware how close you was to him, you try pushing the mixed thoughts you have to the back of your mind. Fp let’s go with one hand lifting it to your face tucking your hair behind your ear “I know a princess like you needs her things” you couldn’t speak the touch of his hand on your face sent shivers down your side. Fp turned walking toward his van “you coming y/n” he shouted. You quickly run to catch up with him not needing to be asked twice.

In the truck Fp put the heating on as you rubbed your thighs to get warm. Once you feel the goosebumps disappear you sit back getting comfortable, pulling his jacket tighter around you. “why do you call me a princess?” you ask giving him a smirk. Fp laughs “look at you! in 3 years you went from bad ass bitch to pampered Princess” you frown your eyebrows at him. He looks at you then back to the road repeatedly switching between the two as he spoke “when your mother took you, you didn’t bother much with make - up had your own style. And in the last few times I’ve seen you, you started wearing makeup doing your hair up like your in a magazine and now, your fully fledged member of the Riverdale elite” he reached over slightly flicking the hem of your skirt “team colors and all” you just giggled not known what to answer. At his trailer Fp showed round even though you had been numerous times before, then after something to eat he took you to his room telling you to sleep in his bed and he got a blanket sleeping on the couch.

The next morning you went home waited for you mum to leave for work going in inside to get showered and pack a few bags. You went to put on a dress but when you held it to the mirror you began to think about what fp had said. You did look like a princess not the person you once was. Had I really changed into a carbon copy of the girls around me? was I just like Cheryl? You played with a snake necklace round you neck before deciding to get changed. You found a pair of black skinny jeans a green top a leather jacket and a pair of heels your grandfather had bought you with snakes on the heels not long before he died. Done your hair and makeup. Looking at the new outfit you had put together it was old meets new. And you liked it.

You put your bags in Joaquin’s car so he could take them back the trailer for you and headed to school. 

At lunch Jughead came and sat with you. “can I ask you something?” He didn’t give you chance to answer “did I see you getting in my dad’s van last night?” he asked his brows frowning. “yes I was coming to stay with you, but you wasn’t at the drive in, I saw fp he gave me a lift to the trailer park let me crash at his coz my dad’s out of town” you answer. Jughead looked and blinked not saying what was on his mind. Jughead had seen the closeness between his father and best friend but didn’t what to push the matter afraid of the answer he’d get. “so when are you moving south side then?” he asked “today I sent some of my things up there your dad’s getting me my father’s key” you said excited jug just nodded, when the bell went you and jug walked to class. 

All day people had commented on your change of style. Betty and Veronica loved it, saying it takes time to find your own style and this was yours. Cheryl on the other hand came over when you was in the corridor “you trying to look like the trailer trash your living with now” you step forward snarling her “no I just didn’t want to look like you” you didn’t give time to answer, your spun on your toes flicking your hair walking away. You seamed to get more attention from the boys in the school. Both Reggie and Chuck had given you whistles when you walked past. Feeling good you headed to your locker grabbing you bag. Outside you see Fp waiting for you a sexy grin as he learned against the truck.

“want a ride home? ” he asked when you walked over to him. You jumped in the blue truck ready to get to your stuff put away. During the ride you hardly spoke, Fp looked at you finally braking the silence" what’s with the new look?“ He didn’t take his eye off the road, but had that stupid sexy smirk in his face. "I don’t know what your talking about Jones” you sing song back to him trying to hide the blush in your cheek he hummed in amusement but didn’t question your reply. For the rest of the way you was quite again. When you got to the trailer fp handed you the keys to your dad’s helped you carry your boxes and bags in.
Inside it was a mess and the was nothing in to eat. Fp offered you to come back to his if you wanted he’d get take out for you both. You told him maybe later wanting to clean the place up a bit. After a 2 hours you had cleaned up, it now looked like a different place. Moved you bags into your room and headed back to Fp’s. Outside you could hear music talking laughing, Inside the was half of the serpents drinking having a party. “where’s Jones?” out asked the nearest gang member. “try the kitchen” was all he said without looking at you. In the kitchen you see him with a few other lads all smoking and taking drugs. He looked strange at first like you he’d forgotten you was coming over “do you want me to leave?” you shout over the music “no stay y/n, I’ve just sent Joaquin on a beer and food run anyway” he says smirking at you.

You wasn’t a stranger to a serpent party you had been to a few before. You took a beer from the counter using the edge of it to open the cap, Your dad let you drink at 16, your mom didn’t like it but never stopped you ether. The two other in the room one about 24 the other 30ish looked at you with crossed eyebrows. “What it’s a beer or can’t girls drink beer?, well tough shit” you sass at them taking a long gulp from the bottle. The younger one walked over to you trying to look sexy yet intimidating “hey you! what’s the name doll?” he asked. you gave over exaggerate an eye roll. “the name is y/n and don’t call me doll” you said with as much attitude as possible. “aw small pretty little girl thinks she can play tough and trying to be a serpent, don’t think you really belong here doll” he acts cocky looking you up and down as he goes to grab your ass. Before he can you grab his wrist twisting it until he was screaming for you to let go “I don’t act or try” you started saying hard but calm tone. The older guy stood up to protect his mate when Fp stepped in. “y/n” he says arching an eyebrow.

You let go of the man side stepping closer to Fp, “tough as nails this one boys, and she already belongs” he started placing a hand on your shoulder. He ran his finger down your collarbone, you almost quiver at his touch. Then he hooks his finger around the chain of your necklace pulling the green eyed silver snake pendent from under your top . “y/n y/l/n was born a serpent,” they gasp at the sound of your surname. You smirk matching the one Fp had. “she’s Mitch y/l/n granddaughter”. Both of them sat down with dumbfounded looks you pick you drink back up having another swig not knowing what to say “this is Jack and Shane” he pointed introducing them to you Jack the younger one rubbing his wrist waving.

Fp looks you up and down “she our South side Princess” he called you holding your gaze. You blush bright red but liked the new nickname “oh you wish I was yours, Jones” you say back placing you palm on his chest lightly pushing him back. He chuckles giving you a wink when two more younger boys came in, with pizza and more alcohol in their arms.

anonymous asked:

Yo dude um, I don't want to tell you who to hang out with or anything, but I just thought I should warn you that power-of-innocence is a pretty un-cool. I've seen a huge group of people talk about them be problematic so there's a lot of evidence if you want to look I just don't have it on hand right now. I can say that they ship jdronica, and hate Heather Mac but draw her chubby and black, implying that it's a bad thing. I don't want you to get a bad name for being their friend without knowing.

Alright…. I woke up to this message and literally saw red. 

1. You sent this to multiple people - who actually know and LOVE Rillie (including myself because she’s a fucking sweetheart) she is a large part of why I’m involved in this fandom AT ALL - and also - 

  • Her dislike of Mac is based on the fact that Mac is portrayed by the fandom to be super pure/sweet/innocent when she isn’t, she is a bully - a HEATHER - just like Duke and Chandler. Which I agree with. If you want to portray her as sweet and nice - fine, I certainly did too. But why should she get hate for a fact based in the movie? 
  • I despise copy paste asks - as stated on quite a few occasions 

2. If you actually FOLLOWED me you would know that 

  • I draw jdonica all the fucking time? Its like the cornerstone of my blog and why over half my followers are here??? Jdonica in its normal form ends up being very toxic - but at the end of the day they WERE together. And our AU’s are either of Veronica dealing with the fall out of their feelings or of a version where JD get’s help before anyone gets hurt. 
  • I draw mac the same way and have stated on my final Mac design that I took inspiration from her version of her. Because there is NOTHING wrong with being black OR chubby ((OR buff as the final design of her is)) and it is in no way shape or form that its implied that its a bad thing. How did you even come to that conclusion?? 

Like I… am losing my mind, I can’t believe this was actually sent to me lmao! I was going to make a post today about how in general people need to stop being shitty to each other and chasing each other out of the fandoms especially one that they put so much heart into and have really enjoyed. 

And over what?? Some random call out post somewhere?? You don’t even know me - you certainly don’t know her - you probably won’t even see this because you obviously aren’t following me!! but if any of y’all really don’t like that I’m friends with her then go!! get out!! go away!! 

i have so few irl friends who watch voltron and they keep ending up being like “omg, kl@nce!!” and I’m like

Arena/Gladiator Sentence Starters
Requested by Anonymous
  • “Come at me!” 
  • “I will end your win streak right here!” 
  • “I’ve faced worse.” 
  • “I’ll make this quick.” 
  • “Stand still!” 
  • “You look like you couldn’t even hurt a fly.” 
  • “Didn’t know I was going to be fighting a child.” 
  • “It’s nothing personal.” 
  • “Ready to give up?”
  • “You couldn’t even punch a wall.” 
  • “Looks like you’re on the ropes.” 
  • “This’ll be easy.” 
  • “Please, we don’t have to do this!” 
  • “They sent you out unprepared?!”
  • “What’d you think is behind that gate?” 
  • “Looks like we’ll be fighting alongside each other, old friend.” 
  • “I hate to see you on the other side of the arena, my friend.” 
  • “You may be big, but you ain’t stupid.” 
  • “Had enough?” 
  • “Look, I hate you, but I hate them more. Can we call a truce just for this fight?” 
  • “This match’ll be a bore.” 
  • “They gave me the wrong weapon!” 
  • “Stand up and face me!” 
  • “Get up!” 
  • “Stay down!” 
  • “We fight until one doesn’t get back up.” 
  • “How many fights have you been in already today?” 
  • “You look like you can barely stand.” 
  • “What kind of creature are you?” 
  • “One on one; come on!” 
  • “You. Me. Fight to the death.”