What she thinks: Seriously, this introverted kid who’d not interested in socializing and hates taking care of people goes out after dinner because surely He Tian told him that Jian Yi would be there, and gdi if he’s gonna let Jian Yi’s sorry ass get kidnapped again.
IF YOU WERE STILL A TODDLER WHEN SHAWN WAS BORN YOU ARE NOT A COUGAR OR ROBBING THE CRADLE
If I see one more 21-23 year old saying “omg I’m such a Cougar I’m robbing the cradle” over him when you didn’t even have the bumper off your baby bed to make sure you didn’t fall out of bed I’m gonna roll my eyes so far back they’re gonna pop out.
You’re just trying to fetishize his age or sound better than him or more mature. Ya not hunty.
Okay so me and my roommate tease back and forth about how we love each other, right?? I mean at this point, our relationship is like Danny and Arin’s (Me being Danny and my roommate being Arin)
It took a serious and (almost) violent turn today ^^;
So, we were just teasing, him starting off with, “I love ya, Des~” so I respond with “I love you more~”
His answer was the simple, “I love you most~”
Me, still being the fucking five-year-old I am says “Nu-uh…”
His simple answer, “Uh-huh…”
We go back and forth for about five minutes and, keep in mind, we were eating breakfast, finally, this motherfucker picks up a knife and screeches, “I WILL FUCKING FIGHT YOU, YOU LITTLE RUSSIAN BITCH!”
My response is to grab the Nerf gun we keep (for God knows what reason), aim it at his face, and yell back, “SQUARE UP, AMERICAN PIG!”
Which led to the most childish World War three I have ever experienced…
i know full well who’s been sending me shit for the past few days. she doesn’t even bother hiding it, making rants and namedropping me, and making posts similar to the anons she sends me. she’s butthurt because 1) she couldn’t fucking write. and 2) because i blocked her ass for stanning 13rw and being weird.
you know who you are and i know you’re stalking my fucking blog by going offline because i blocked you. grow the fuck up and act like the 16 years old you say you are - even though we both know you’re 13. go to sleep now, it’s way past your bedtime.
no one cares if you hate "dream daddy", just don't be a killjoy and let the people enjoy the damn game, and its not even out??? and it looks like ur edgy af so when the game is out just try it and pick any dad cuz it looks like you need some good old lovin
im not saying people cant like it. its worked on by homophobes who are capitalizing on gay people, and when gay people make gay visual novels they get like a quarter of the attention, so ill dislike it all i damn want
I hate it when old people say “Your generation relies too much on technology”. The only reason why you say that is simply because technology like today didn’t exist in your time. If it did, your generation probably would’ve been just as reliant on it as us
In New Haven, Vermont lies a unique grave. Because of the prevalence of accidental burials in the 1700s & 1800s, many people used preventative measures such as bells should someone find themselves buried alive. Dr. Smith decided that wasn’t enough, and deemed that a window be installed on his grave in the event of his death. When he did eventually die, a secret vault for his wife was also built under his grave. Today the window is blurry with condensation and mold, but if a person shines a flashlight down into the grave at night, the body is still visible. Tales of hauntings also follow this grave, and the surrounding cemetery. People have made reports of an eerie green light within the grave at night and peering into the window and seeing a living face staring back at them. An old urban legend also says if you knock upon the window three times, you will hear screams and the doctor himself will appear.
I have two children: Fiona, who is six years old, and Jerónimo, who is eight, and I don’t believe the old saying that we so often hear that we should just, leave a better world for our children. No! No, no, no. I want to live in that better world with my children. I want to see them relate to the ocean the way my father saw me do the same thing as a boy. I want to be part of that and take advantage of the time we have left, and we can do that together.
— Diego Luna
during the special event commemorating World Oceans Day 2017 at the United Nations Headquarters in New York.
I’ve compiled a list of bughead fanfiction I’ve really liked for everyone in the bughead fam! don’t worry if your fic isn’t on here! this is a pretty small list(i read a lot) and i’ll probably make a p2, hope you enjoy xox.
all in english.
most of the fics are on ao3 and some on tumblr.
non completed fics will have *.
you taste like strawberries by aplaceformyshipstoanchor -
Betty gets a job waitressing at Pop’s Diner and Jughead has no problem watching her work. When a situation at work gets sticky, Jughead has no problem helping Betty clean up.
goldilocks by lusterrdust -
Her hair just does something to him.
touch me, tease me by lusterrdust -
Jughead is enamored with her, her blonde hair spilling over them like a lustrous curtain and enhancing the sounds of their breathing. He wants to declare his eternal love. He wants to pour out sonnets and ballads and write novels about every freckle on her skin, every blue shade in her eye. He wants to trace his fingers over every inch of her body until there’s no part he hasn’t memorized.
third time’s the charm by septemberbeauty13 - “Oh God, get a room!” Cheryl said in passing, pushing past them to get to her locker. That was enough to push Betty into a fit of giggles, burying her head into Jughead’s chest. “You know,” Jughead whispered. “I don’t normally take advice from redheads but this is sound advice.”or Jughead and Betty try very hard to get a room.
resplendent by lusterrdust - A bright light all her own, his shadows are drenched in her radiance.
three words by lusterrdust - Betty is an addiction Jughead never wants to be rid of.
stars by lusterrdust - Despite the gritty, gravelly exterior he presents to the world, Jughead is the epitome of sweet toward her. He’s tender and considerate and just the right amount of reticent to be endearing. And though she loves that about him, Betty’s not in the mood for slow and sweet.
in distance by lusterrdust -
It’s the little things he notices that make him ache for her to come back home.
camp stories by jugandbettsdetectiveagency -
Betty and Jughead end up sharing a tent when the core four go camping.
close calls and getting caught by wordsonpages1 - four times Betty and Jug didn’t get caught doing inappropriate *things* and then the one time they did.
fall in light by sylwrites - She moved to New York to find herself, but as the saying goes: wherever you go, there you are.
hotdog by burgerheadjones - “Easy, Hotdog! He’s family.” How Hotdog becomes Betty and Jughead’s family in every sense. Or, where we trace the life of Hotdog with Bughead.
the stacks by malmo722 * - After a senior prank goes wrong, River Vixen Betty Cooper is forced to complete community service at the Riverdale Public Library with high school outcast, Jughead Jones. Romance ensues.
the unexpected by spxcewvlker - "She loved that she had found peace in his arms, and comfort in his glittering blue eyes. She loved him.“ In which Jughead helps Betty with her anxiety.
beanie boy by bugheadandjughead * -
“You were lonely, homeless, broken. I just gave you a place to stay.” Beanie Boy Jughead and Good Girl Betty are in it together… until romantic feelings for each other bloom between them.
self conclusion by nopleasestayhere - Betty Cooper is sitting at the edge of a cliff, thinking about jumping, when Jughead Jones comes to do the same thing. Betty tries to talk him down. He gives her 48 hours to change his mind. Can they help each other?
drown by lusterrdust - Loss… injustice…unfairness… it’s the ugly truth of life. There doesn’t have to be a reason or a person to blame. Sometimes, misfortune just is.
i’ll wait for you by AGirlNamedWhiskey * - Betty Cooper just wanted to survive her Senior year, but after being coerced into covering an underground racing competition, against a rival school, she knew her life would never be the same. Especially, when she meets the infamous street racer, Jughead Jones.
space and time by agirlnamedwhiskey * - After their abrupt breakup, Jughead Jones is on a mission to win back Betty Cooper.
living with betty cooper by believe_that_you_can_my_friend - Jughead Jones, facing the reality of having nowhere to stay anymore after the Drive-In gets shut down, finds temporary shelter at the Blue & Gold office. But what happens when an upset Betty Cooper catches him on the act?
red sunrise by lusterrdust -
Lifting her hand up, her thumb twirls the band on her ring finger until the diamond digs into her pinky. She pushes the jewel against the skin until it stings, redirecting her emotional pain into the physical.
your eyes look like coming home by ariquitecontrary - Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones who have both seen the world in color since they met each other when they were two years old. Everyone always says that they’re so lucky to have met when they were so young, that they have their whole lives to be together and in love. There’s just one teeny tiny problem. Betty and Jughead hate each other.
foldin’ clothes by birdlovesafish -
Jughead contemplates he and Betty’s situation and he does laundry.
skin to skin by burgerheadjones * - Jughead Jones doesn’t know how the crimson crescents ended up on his palms.Betty Cooper is clueless when it comes to the messages on her arms.Soulmate AU where all the little marks and injuries belonging to Betty and Jughead start finding themselves on each other’s skin.
drop in the ocean by lusterrdust - She can feel the tickle and scrape of coarse sand against their bare legs, but pays it no mind. Her focus is consumed with her boyfriend’s touch and the trail of heat his fingers leave against her skin.
do you believe in fate? by Jennimisk * - Is there such a thing as a coincidence? Or do we create our own reality because of the choices we make and the people that we let into our lives? Regardless of what you believe, sometimes you just need to be open to what the universe is throwing your way.This is a non-canon AU work based on Jughead and Betty during their college years. They have no prior relationship before meeting in Rome, Italy.
dry run by Naoko Asakura - She drew a line and offered to let him cross it.
lost and found by lusterrdust - Maybe as a seventeen-year-old, sneaking kisses with the blonde he’d been in love with at the time—maybe he’d had a thought or two of her as a mother; a boy’s fantasy of the blissful domesticity he never had.
red lipstick by lusterrdust -
She pulls the passenger mirror down and wipes her red lipstick off, smudging the color across her skin and marking it in a way that reminds Jughead of bee stung lips after a kiss.
to the first of many by jugandbettsdetectiveagency - Betty’s first Mother’s Day begins with a not-so-welcome wake up from Hot Dog.
first apartment by peacelovebughead - A short series of one-shots of Bughead in their first apartment
break free and run by sylwrites - A Bughead college AU set in Boston; featuring Veronica and Betty as roommates, and Jughead living off campus with his dad.
People often misunderstand what the old saying about a cat having nine lives means. The cats prefer to keep it a secret, as most humans can’t be trusted with information so fragile and precious, but there are exceptions.
The merchant who shares his leftover fish. The young girl that hides littler after litter of newborn ones in her room until they find new homes. The old man with scars who still has enough kindness to open his shed to let them slip in from the rain. Boys, teenagers, mothers, warriors, brothers - some are trusted.
Exceptions, yes, few nowadays and rare, but honoured all the more.
So nine lives there are indeed. Each cat is born with them and no matter the time or place, they are lost easily.
This is where the story ends for most people.
But for those who are trusted, those who wake up one morning and find a weird taste in their mouth, the scent of a forest never touched by human hands in their nose, and a strange lingering touch of whiskers on their forehead - they know the truth.
Nine lives for this world, is what all our legends used to say.
You, friend of cats, know the ancient, almost forgotten sayings.
You know of cat eyes shining in the deepest night when they shouldn’t be able to. You know of cats staring past your ear, at that forbidden spot right by the frayed corner of your vision, and you fear that if you look, your cat won’t be able to stare it into submission anymore. You don’t look. The cat purrs. You’re safe.
The kittens have all their lives still. They do not look at the edgewalking beasts that whisper through their humans’ house. It will take time until they fall, hurt, learn.
The oldest cats know so much that a touch of their paw will make an entire village shudder. Their quiet voices cast spells. Let them roam. You cannot imagine the things that flee from them as they walk in silence.
Cat friend, you know it in your heart.
You know of the paths they walk that human feet can’t find.
You know of the nights they vanish and return with the scent of blood, earth and salt in their fur, and when your fingers touch their coat, a cold shiver awakes your skin.
Sometimes, they hear things. You don’t know what, but you know enough to let them sit in front of your house or room, paws tucked under, dark stare never leaving an invisible spot in the air.
And when you float between sleep and life, when you’re unlucky enough to claw at the edge of death before you’re ready to go…
Then maybe, friend of cats, you’ll feel a brush of fur along your legs. Maybe, just before you startle with awe in your heart and wake once more, the same pair of eyes that should sleep by your side winks at you from another world.