or youre intimidated by my perfect life

Yoga has saved my life in so many ways. I hope to write about this in detail someday. Many people think that you have to go through the poses in order to ultimately attain a certain level of physical perfection; they become exquisite technicians of the asanas and adept at artful and subtle control and manipulation of the somatic realm. This is admirable because it requires great discipline, yet it can be very intimidating to some. For me, though, the practice of Yoga is about showing up-no matter what state your physical body is in-no matter how stiff, out of shape, sad, disappointed, emotional or tired you may be, and just being there for yourself to accept and honor where you are at this point in time, with awareness and reverence to your authentic and personal journey. All of this will change, shift, grow, progress, expand, contract, expand again, and when we can allow ourselves to be on the journey without judging our progress-and allow ourselves to just show up without preconceived notions of what we need to “achieve” in our practice for results-we embrace yoga in its truest essence. The union - the yoga - becomes the medicine we can use to integrate into the present moment to honor, respect and learn more about our essential nature. By doing that, we learn to love ourselves wherever we are at in our progress. By showing up and having the courage to do so regardless of whatever state of mind, soul or body we may be in, we not only learn to love and heal ourselves, but we grow the capacity to learn to truly love others. Blessed journey everyone💗💗💗



Only You

Summary:  The reader and Archie don’t know exactly what they have, but they’re too scared to admit they want more. After a secret Archie kept from the reader is exposed during Jughead’s birthday party, it’s now or never. 

Word Count: 4599

Song Pairing: Do Re Mi by Blackbear https://youtu.be/BL9jY9b2uFg

Author’s note: One word: ANGST!! This is going to make you feel so many fucking things I’m going to warn you right now;) Let me know what you thought…if you survive haha 

From the moment the night had started you knew it was going to be rough. Betty had found out it was Jughead’s birthday, and nearly had a heart attack when she learned he’d never had a party before. From that moment on she was determined to throw him a party, despite what you and Archie told her.

You and Jughead go way back, like best friends since diapers back. Jughead had even been your first kiss. Your families had become close because they’d all grown up in Riverdale together. There had been a lot you’d gone through with him, but it wasn’t all sad things.

It was just that you knew how to be there for the other, more than just a shoulder to cry on. You had always believed that you were soulmates, but not in the romantic sense of the term, best friend soul mates if that was a thing.

If anyone were to be your soulmate IN the romantic sense, it would be Archie Andrews. There was just something about him, he was intoxicating to you. Archie made you feel so many things, whether it was butterflies or shivers down your spine.

You were hooked, but truth be told he felt the exact same way about you. He couldn’t explain it but he knew that when he was with you it just made sense. You were different, and you made him feel alive.

He wasn’t sure if love was real but if it was, you were it. No matter how sure of his feelings he was, part of him was still scared. The last thing Archie wanted to do was mess up and  lose you, but that was all he seemed to be able to do lately.

So Archie didn’t let you know everything he felt for you and just let whatever was happening continue to happen. It was painful because he wanted so much more, but the pain of losing you would be much worse.

You were currently sitting in your car with Jughead, postponing starting the night. Turning to you he asked, “ And you told Betty I hate my birthday?”. You’d told her about a thousand times, but it didn’t matter.

Turning to him as well you replied, “ Juggy I was a broken record, but she set her mind to it and now we have ourselves a…. party”. You didn’t know what exactly to call it because everything had escalated.

Originally it had been strictly inner-circle but due to Riverdale being Riverdale it turned into a classic high school party. Jughead closed his eyes and sighed, “ Just when I thought god couldn’t punish me anymore”.

Laughing you explained, “ Jug it sucks but Betty had good intentions, she cares about you because you’re……what exactly are you guys?”. Jughead sighed again, “ Add that to the list of confusing things that is currently my life (y/n)”.

He added, “ Betty is wonderful but I’m not sure if I’m ready for her…..she’s the type you settle down with and I don’t even know if I’ve been programed to do so”. It made sense, Betty was so perfect and that was intimidating.

Jughead shot back, “ If we’re going to define things, what exactly is your relationship with the ginger stallion”. You instantly smiled thinking about Archie, and how fun tonight would be for you both.

Grinning you answered, “ Let’s just say so far it’s been a fun ride, a really fun ride”. Getting what you were hinting at he stuck out his tongue in fake disgust. He sat up too, “ We’ve known eachother since before we knew how to speak (y/n), and so I know it’s much more than just some fling”.

Shrugging your shoulders you opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off, “ Nope I’m not letting you sarcastic comment your way out of this one, you really care about him maybe even lo-”.

Jughead was cut off when there was knocking on your car window, and it was no other than Archie. When you rolled down the window Archie jokingly said, “ I’m just glad the windows aren’t foggy”.

You face was red but it wasn’t because of his accusation, it was because what Jughead had said. If you were going to be honest with yourself you did love Archie, you loved him bigtime. You just weren’t sure now was the right time, and you didn’t want to ruin what you currently had.

Jughead picked up on how red you face was, but he kept it to himself. You turned your car off and got out, wrapping your arms around Archie. Smirking you said, “ Don’t worry Arch, I know that’s what your car is for”.

Archie wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you. He could never keep his hands off of you, there was something that just drew him to you. Jughead rolled his eyes, “ I’m right here guys…I’m starting to think you enjoy an audience”.

You just flipped him off and continued to kiss Archie, wanting to push away your bad feelings about tonight. Archie let his hands roam and he not only grabbed your ass, but picked you up and placed you on the hood of your own car.

He started to kiss your neck and you laughed, “ Fuck Archie are you drunk?”. You felt him smile against your skin as he giggled. He spoke softly, “ Not drunk, just buzzed”. You realized the strange taste on his lips had been alcohol.

Laughing you shook your head, “ Archie Andrews what am I going to do with you”. Before he could respond Jughead intervened, “ I’m going to stop you right there, I need you both to walk with me in the valley of despair”.

Archie turned around and you hopped down from the hood, both agreeing to be there for him. Taking Archie’s hand the three of you made your way towards the door, preparing for what ever tonight would bring.

As Jughead knocked on the door Archie stood behind you kissing your neck. He whispered in your ear, “ You look so amazing tonight (y/n)”. Archie was already insanely affectionate sober, but when he was drunk it was much more intense.

Your smile soon faded when you saw Veronica open the door. You wanted to like Veronica but you couldn’t. She clearly wanted Archie despite the fact that he was with you. Archie never fed into it, but it didn’t matter because she was relentless.

Veronica smiled, “ Hey Archiekins, happy birthday Jughead”. She hadn’t even addressed you, how childish could she be? Archie stopped kissing your neck, “Hey Veronica, where’s Betty?”.

Veronica didn’t care about Betty and she just shrugged her shoulders, “Probably somewhere having a heart attack that a streamer is out of place”. Jughead just looked to you and rolled his eyes, and you did the same.

Archie took your hand, “ Come on babe let’s go have fun!”. Your annoyance vanished when you realized how happy Archie was to just be here with you. Entering inside the house you saw just how crazy everything was.

There was random people everywhere, empty bottles, and trash. Jughead sarcastically said, “Wow I can’t believe how many people are here to celebrate my birthday!”. You realized that no one would even know it was a birthday party unless they looked at the decorations.

Veronica crossed her arms, “ There’s also people downstairs, I’m pretty sure Betty wanted to speak with you and (y/n) so Archie and I will wait up here!”. Three seconds ago she had no idea where Betty was, and she suddenly remembered this?

You didn’t buy it, “ Aw what a good “friend” you are Ronnie! Why don’t you stay up here while Betty’s real friends go downstairs”. Taking Archie’s hand you lead him to the basement as Jughead followed.

As you walked down the stairs Archie whispered in your ear, “ Don’t be mad (y/n) the only girl I want is you”. That was true, but it didn’t stop Veronica from getting under your skin. Jughead didn’t know how to feel, “ Looks like we’re walking right into the belly of the beast”.

There sat there on the couch Betty amidst the madness. Cheryl was standing up in front of her audience which included; Reggie, Kevin, Moose, the Pussycats, Chuck, Ethyl, Dilton, and Joaquin.

When Betty saw you guys her eyes lit up, the people she actually cared about were finally here. Cheryl also lit up when she saw you guys, “ Well if it isn’t the birthday boy himself! Since you all are here we can start the game”.

You raised an eyebrow, “ A game?”. Jughead added, “ What are we five again Cheryl, come on”. Archie was down for whatever so he took an open seat and made you sit on his lap. Jughead leaned against the wall, preparing for a fast getaway.

As you heard the sound of heels going down the stairs, you knew it was Veronica. Archie could sense your anger and so his grip around your waist tightened, trying to distract you. Cheryl placed a hand on her hip, “ Alright everyone we’re playing secrets and sins”.

Jughead spoke up, “ Seriously Cheryl that’s what you come up with? Let me guess it’s truth or dare on steroids”. The name of the game made you feel uneasy, you hated games where the main point was to start shit.

Cheryl just grinned, “ We’re starting with Riverdale’s finest, Archie Andrews”. Instantly your stomach started to churn, you didn’t like where this was going. You tried to stop it, “ Cheryl pick someone else”.

She just laughed, “ Oh is poor little (y/n) scared? I mean you have every right to be…especially after that night where Veronica and Archie had a little adventure in a closet”. You heard Archie whisper, “ Fuck” to himself.

You stood up, “ What adventure?”. Veronica came and stood next to Cheryl, the both of them just beaming. Cheryl laughed, “ Guess there’s some trouble in paradise huh? Archie didn’t tell you…”. You felt the anger boiling and you didn’t know whether you wanted to hit Veronica or Cheryl, or both.

Veronica grinned, “ It was after homecoming, Archiekins and I shared an intimate moment…it was very 13 going on 30 of us”. You couldn’t even turn around and face Archie, there’s no way both Veronica and Cheryl would lie about this.

Betty tried to help, “ Come on Cheryl, stop messing with people’s feelings just because you’re sad you lost Jason”. It warmed your heart that Betty was trying to protect you, but you were seeing red.

By now Archie stood up and he kept reassuring you, “ It was nothing, it didn’t mean anything, I didn’t feel a thing”. Nothing Archie said mattered right now, he had lied to you and embarrassed you in front of everyone.

Jughead saw your fists clenched, and he knew you were going to explode. He rushed over to you and held you back. You got in Veronica’s face, “ How fitting that the girl with daddy issues turned into a homewrecker! Keep trying to distract yourself from the joke that is your life Veronica, but no matter what you do you’ll always be empty!!”.

For affect you added, “ I’m not going to hit you either, I don’t feel like ending up like your father…I heard prisons a bitch”. The entire room just cheered, this was the exact entertainment everyone had hoped for.

Veronica didn’t know what to do, she just stood there trying to find the words. Veronica didn’t know you’d act this way, and being confronted like that scared her, not to mention the fact that everything you’d said about her was true.

Cheryl just laughed, “ Shit (y/n) I didn’t know you had it in you”. You just wanted to get out of this damn room and away from all of them. Turning to Jughead you took his hand, “ We need to get out of this room Juggy”.

As you turned to leave Archie reached out for you, but you couldn’t look at him. You were already holding back tears, and if you looked at him you’d fall apart. Jughead went in between you both, “ No Archie, you’ve done enough”.

                                    Yeah, if I could go back to the day we me

                           I probably would just stay in bed

You felt a thousand emotions all at once as you went back upstairs with Jughead. Instantly you went over to the drinks table and downed whatever you saw. You didn’t want to feel anything, you didn’t want to think about anything.

Jughead just leaned against the table, “ You sure you want to do that (y/n) I don’t know if-”. You smiled as you felt the warm liquid wash all over your body. Placing the now empty red cup down you turned to Jughead, “ I know what I want to do, dance”.

               You run your mouth all over town, And this one goes out to the sound

Of breaking glass on my Range Rover, Pay me back or bitch, it’s over

Back downstairs things were just getting worse and worse. After Jughead had stopped Archie from going after you, Veronica had gone over to him. Placing a hand on his chest she said, “ Forget about (y/n), we both know she isn’t worth it”.

Cheryl still wasn’t done, “ You know Archie I’d be more concerned about the fact that your best friend just went off with your girl, screams rebound to me”. Kevin just sat there with his jaw dropped, this was all amazing.

Betty got up, “ Stop Cheryl, and you know what Veronica stop too! You’re both treating everyone like we’re all your puppets!”. Both girl’s didn’t care about anything Betty had to say, they were playing a game, and they were winning.

All the presents I would send, Fuck my friends behind my shoulder

Veronica didn’t skip a beat, “ Archie why don’t we go somewhere and talk you know we can-”. Archie was done, he didn’t want anything to do with Veronica. His worst fear had come true, he’d messed up.

He angrily ran his hands through his hair stepping back, “ Ronnie get out of my face..I need to leave… I can’t”. With that he left through the basement door and vanished into the night. Veronica just stood there, arms crossed and pissed.

She’d thought Archie would want to retaliate with her and that they could finally do something more than kiss for a second. Cheryl sighed, “ Well that was dramatic, anyways who’s next?”.

Betty took off after Archie, hoping she could fix things. She’d been there that night and immediately after it happened Archie had explained to her how things had gone down. So she knew it truly had been nothing.

Betty had still been dealing with her feelings for Archie and so when she’d been dared to go have 7 minutes in heaven with him she declined and Veronica took her place. About a minute in Archie came storming out of the closet pissed off, leaving Veronica standing there annoyed.

Archie had gone outside, and Betty followed him. When Betty asked what happened Archie told her, “ Ronnie started talking bad about (y/n) and then out of nowhere kissed me! I pushed her right off and told her I love (y/n)”.

Betty smiled, “ Woah Arch, you love her?”. Archie hadn’t even realized that’s what he’d said, it had just come out.  He smiled to himself, “ I do Betty…and I don’t want this ruining anything”.

She rested a hand on his shoulder, “ Don’t worry Archie it won’t, Veronica was embarrassed and I’m sure no one will ever bring this up again. I don’t think it’s worth saying something because it really didn’t mean anything”.

Next time I'ma stay asleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, oh

Betty felt she was partly why things were so messed up again, and she wanted to go find Archie and fix things. She had honestly thought what had happened wouldn’t matter and she felt horrible that she’d been wrong.

Back upstairs you’d somehow got Jughead to actually agree to dance with you. Jughead didn’t dance, but tonight was already weird enough that nothing could surprise you anymore.

It had taken some warming up on Jugheads part, at first he had acted as if you were at a school dance. You had to physically put his hands on your hips, and it still took him awhile to get comfortable.

                 And you got me thinking lately, Bitch, you crazy

And nothing’s ever good enough

Laughing you told him, “ You don’t have to keep enough room for jesus Jug”. It caused him to laugh too and so he brought his body even closer to yours. You started to feel whatever you’d drank work it’s magic.

Turning around your back now pressed against his front. To your surprise he put his hands on your hips again, “ Wow is Jughead Jones actually having fun?”. You heard him laugh again and it gave you a brief feeling of happiness.

He whispered into your ear, “ I’m making the best out of it”. Jughead was having fun, by distracting himself. He was focusing on you instead of focusing on the fact that it was his birthday, or the fact that he didn’t know how he felt about Betty.

You moved your hips in a circular motion, going with the beat of the song. You were starting to feel good, whether it was the alcohol or just having fun with Jughead. Jughead moved his hips with yours, dancing better than you thought he ever could.

So fuckin’ done with all the games you play, I ain’t no Tic-tac-toe

Send the X and O’s on another note, I’m do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, baby

So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost

Still swaying with the beat you dragged your hands up your body, as you moved your actual body down. When you moved your body back up, you leaned forward pressing your ass into Jughead’s groin.

For a second you thought you might’ve crossed a line, until Jugheads hands slid down your body. Turning your head to the side you joked, “ Practicing for Betty?”. You watched as he blushed, so something was there.

         If I could go back to the day we met, I probably would’ve stayed in bed

You wake up everyday, And make me feel like I’m incompetent

Betty had caught up with Archie, he had only gone down the street. He sat down on the cirb, his head in between his knees. When he heard footsteps the first thing he said was your name, but he only saw Betty when he looked up.

Sitting down next to him she said, “ It’s going to work out Arch, I promise”. He laughed, but only because that sounded so crazy. Archie shook his head, “ There’s no way I can fix this, Veronica lied in front of EVERYONE!”.

Betty rested a hand on his knee, “ Look drama travels fast in this town which means pretty soon it will be on to the next thing. All that matters is that (y/n) knows the truth, and I can back you up”.

Archie remembered that he’d told Betty what had happened immediately, and he perked up. Finally he picked his head up, “ Shit I’d forgot! Maybe I can fix this!”. Betty smiled, she wanted you and Archie to be happy together.

Getting up she added, “ You’re in love Archie, love always wins”. He got up and they both started walking towards the house again. Archie had never wanted you as bad as he did right know. The thought of losing you, even if it was only for thirty minutes, had been awful.

            I wrote a little song for ya It go like….  Do, re, mi, fa  

so fuckin’ done with you, girl, So fuckin’ done with all the games you play

When Archie walked into the party again all he saw was you dancing with Jughead. You both were smiling while Jughead was a little too handsy. Archie couldn’t help it, he stormed right over to the both of you and pulled you forward.

Immediately you broke your wrist free, “ What the fuck are you doing Archie!”. Archie stepped back for a second, trying to calm down. He just wanted to stop messing up but he couldn’t.

He yelled back, “ What are you doing (y/n)!”. Pushing him back you said, “ I’m dancing with someone who actually gives a fuck about me Archie, that’s what the fuck I’m doing!”. By now a crowd had gathered again, wanting to witness the show.

Archie shot right back, “ You can’t be serious right?! You didn’t even let me explain!”. You started to laugh, oh that was a good one. Raising you hands up in frustration you asked, “What is there to explain Archie? That you let some slut ruin what we had!”.

You were so angry that tears were streaming down your face. With more sadness than anger you added, “ I love you Archie…and you did this to me”. Instantly any anger he had disappeared, he’d never wanted to hurt you.

When everyone had heard you say the word “love” they whole atmosphere of the room changed. Betty stepped forward, “ I was there (y/n) and it was nothing! A minute in Archie stormed out of the closet and he told me what happened”.

Realizing she had your attention she continued, “ Veronica kissed him and Archie immediately left, I thought if he told you it would just make a bigger problem”. Jughead stood behind you and rubbed your shoulder, wanting you to feel better.

Archie stepped forward and took your hands in his, “ I told her that I love you (y/n), that’s why she means nothing to me…I love you”. You couldn’t believe what he’d just said, you just wished the first time you said “ I love you” wasn’t after getting into a fight in front of the entire school.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you replied, “ Then let’s go celebrate”. Smirking he kissed you, wanting everyone to know you were his. Before leaving he yelled, “ Just so all you assholes know I love (y/n) so fuck off otherwise!”.

You started to laugh, “ Shit Archie you’re still somewhat drunk huh?”. Leading you outside he said, “ Drunk in love”. Shaking your head you lead him towards you car, or at least tried to because it’s incredibly hard to move when Archie Andrews has his hands all over you.

You went to go into the driver’s side but he opened your back door and pulled you into the back seat. He smirked, “ I want you (y/n) and I can’t wait any longer”. You were suddenly extremely thankful for your roomy backseat and tinted windows

Now you were straddling him, and he had the biggest smile on his face. Looking down you asked, “ What?”. Pulling you closer to him he kissed you, “ I love you”.  Archie Andrews was much more complex than anyone realized.

Shaking your head grinning you said, “ I love you too, idiot”. He laughed before pulling your body closer to his. By bringing his hands up your thighs he took off the loose dress you’d been wearing.

He had that smug look on his face as he looked you up and down, acting as if it was the first time he’d seen you like this. Before you could ask him why he was looking at you like that Archie bit his lip, “ You always look so damn beautiful”.

Somehow you still blushed, you always thought the affect he still had on you was crazy. Smiling you told him, “ Your turn”. And with a smirk on his face he took of his shirt, shorts, and boxers.

You just giggled at how eager he was but he was still smirking, “ Quit acting like you’re not insanely turned on by what you see”. Sighing with a smile on your face you took off your own bra and panties.

For affect you added, “ I’d say stop acting like you’re not turned on, but I can see for myself” hinting to his fully erect member. Archie just shook his head before crashing his lips into yours.

You felt him pressing against your entrance and you moved your hips forward, grinding against him. Archie began to kiss down your neck, nibbling lightly until he found your sweet spot. As you groaned he massaged your clit with his thumb.

Moaning you begged, “ Archie I need you”. He moved his hand faster and started kissing down the valley of your breasts. You moaned loudly as he began sucking on your nipple, dragging it lightly between his teeth.

After he’d teased you long enough he kissed back up your neck and whispered in your ear, “ You sound so beautiful begging for me (Y/n)”. Whenever you and Archie fooled around, he always loved making you feel good.

To Archie, nothing turned him on more than knowing that you were happy or felt good because something he’d done. Archie thought of it as a way to express how he’d felt about you without really saying anything.

You needed him so badly, “ Please Archie I-”. Archie cut you off by slowly inserting himself inside you, making you moan loudly. To deal with the mixture of pain and pleasure you buried your head in the crook of his neck.

Archie had his hands on your hips, pulling you forward as he deeply thrust inside of you. He started to go faster, “ Tell me who’s making you feel this good baby”. As your bodies moved together you found it hard to process anything but how good it felt.

To your surprise Archie suddenly flipped you over so you were on your back, moving your leg to hook around his own back. This had let him go deeper inside of you, “ Baby I need to hear who’s making you feel so good”.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you told him, “ You Archie, you’re making me feel so fucking good”. A smile formed upon his lips and he leaned down, kissing you passionately. Archie kept going faster and he was hitting all the right spots.

He nibbled on your earlobe again, groaning in your ear. The sound alone wanted to make you cum right then and there. Archie nearly growled, “ Say my name baby”. To get his point further across he started to slightly tweak your nipple.

You moaned out his name but that wasn’t enough, “ Tell me who’s going to make you cum right now”. You were right on the edge, and his words were pushing you over it. You yelled out his name, not caring who heard.

You felt him smile against your skin, “ That’s it baby, cum for me right now”. You were no longer on the edge, you’d just dived head first off of it. It felt like a tsunami had started in your core and washed all over your body.

Wave after wave of pleasure shook through your entire body and all you could do was call out Archie’s name. You knew he was right there with you as you felt him twitch inside of you. Together you rode out your orgasms, both shaking.

When it was over Archie took your face in his hand, “ I love you (y/n), only you”. You kissed him again, wanting to preserve the moment. Archie moved your body so you were laying on your side, pressed against him. Nothing else mattered because Archie finally knew that he’d never lose the love of his life again.

anonymous asked:

Hey there! Do you know any resources where I can learn properly anatomy from since I'm a beginner at art? Thank you for your time!

Ok! yes.

WARNING: all the links are related to human anatomy, hence some have images of internal organs, skeletons and genitalia.

first thing first: anatomy is a fucking nightmare to learn. for me at least. You need to do a lot of boring stuff before getting to the really fun stuff. I can tell you what my own process was because I studied it the long way at school.

The skeleton

While you’re not a medicine student and you don’t really need to know every single name of every single bone it’s good you at least can name the most important ones and where they are and what are their proportions with the bones close to it and ho they attach

You can learn this basically one way: by copying those kind of images:

Is it boring? HELL YES. is it necessary? VERY MUCH SO.

You should copy those while trying to understand from the image those things I told you about. it’s really important to focus on proportions and how bones interact with each other, otherwise it’s just copying and it’s time wasted. 

Where to find those kind of images: I haven’t found a proper online resource for this unfortunately, but something is out there: 

My best advice though it’s this: since it’s a pain in the ass to copy from screen and most of the images you find online are low-res you should go to your local library and look for a book that has this kind of images. look for either medical student books or artist books. You can also find them in a book store but you won’t need those books for long so it’s frankly a waste of money as they tend to be SUPEREXPENSIVE. I never ever ever opened mine after doing those exercises. Avoid buying them on the internet because you never understand what’s inside and you’ll need those specific things to copy:

What to copy:

upper body: front - back - side

an arm: front - back - side

a leg: front - back - side

skull: front - back - side

a full skeleton: front - back - side

This should be it, any more than that and you’ll want to kill yourself.

The muscles

Thankfully you won’t need to learn every single muscle in the human body, just the outer layer. 

The exercise is still the same but there are a lot more resources on this and you need to pay attention to: how they move, how they work, how they attach to the bones underneath it

Still, the advice I had for the skeleton is the same: try your local library for something on paper.

Once you have done the basics copying (upper body, arm, leg, head all in front, back and side. Remember to include the neck and neck muscles in the headshot. ) you can start doing something MUCH MORE INTERESTING: copying real poses.

Do a few exercises like this:

(image from Amenarae

where you look at a pose and then draw the muscles on it. If you have done your studies well (and by well I mean: learning where’s where and how they work) you should be able to do this easily.

Start from this website: http://www.posemaniacs.com/ (which by the way is the resource the artist of the example used) because they are 3d models that already show the muscles. And do it properly, and by properly I mean: trying to understand anything you see and match it with what you’ve learned of muscles.

But as soon as you can start doing it from photos! Copying is important as I said but even more is actually applying those things you’ve learned. Pixelovely has a ton of photos to copy for this exercise.

And now for something more interesting: life drawing and gesture drawing

QuickPoses is great. it also have a sort of a gamifying system of earning a sort of certificate after tot-hours spent doing it. 

Now, there is a difference between life drawing and gesture drawing. I love gesture drawing much more if you ask me but both are important. 

Avoid using posemaniacs for either of these exercises, as they are 3d models they lack the natural aspect of a real human body and they’ll ALWAYS look fake.

Life drawing is… well, drawing from life, with a model. You should try to find a class in your area that does it, the more you do the better. The poses are long, from 10 minutes to 2 hours each and you focus on drawing the person in front of you in detail and good proportions. if you can’t find a IRL class (you should!) those links I gave you previously (quickposes and pixelovely) are decent substitute. 

Dude. do it. this is one of those exercises that artists keep doing all their lives, because it’s worth it.

(source, these are mine btw)

Gesture Drawing is a bit more different but I love it much more. It’s also scary as fuck because it’s fast and dirty and people find it intimidating but once you’ve done it a bit it’s AMAZING.

It is similar to life drawing but it differentiate in the purpose, in gesture drawing you look at faster poses (usually 1 or 2 minutes each, sometime even just 30 seconds) and you don’t really focus on anatomy and proportions (something you have to do in life drawing) but on gesture and movement. Basically you try to draw the idea of movement of the pose.

these are some of mines:

there are more in my other blog

This is the PERFECT way to learn movement and how to simplify your pencil-strokes. learning how to suggest a pose just with few lines is the most powerful tool you’ll ever have at your disposal.

I spend periods doing it every day, 5 minutes a day, usually 30 seconds or 1 minute each (which means either 10 poses or 5). and it helps SO VERY MUCH. In the months I do this exercise daily I draw so much better than when I don’t.

Imagine you and Chris talking about your future together.

A/N: Epilogue ❤️❤️❤️ I don’t know how I decided to end up here, but as a reader- I’m just overjoyed that my brain came up with this. *heart exploding, quietly dying* Oh, and before you ask- there will be more chapters to come. Anyhoo…Let’s get on with it. Enjoy! You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B)

You and Chris did not end up talking after entering his house together, and by together- the two of you were basically one. He swept you off your feet, like he did the first time you got together and carried you inside his house. The state of tidiness of his vacant house transformed the second the two of you got inside, scattered items of clothing on the floor and furniture moved from their original place. Then there was the quick break in-between that left his kitchen bench with two used wine glasses and a half-emptied out bottle of your favorite wine; Moscato. His pristine bathroom suffered slightly too; a non-traditional bath and shower were had, one after the other. Let’s just say the two of you made good use of whatever precious time you had together, reintroducing yourself to your partner and familiarizing every inch and every curve you could of each other before you had to say goodbye again.

“We’re not going to sleep, are we?” Chris murmured into your hair, chuckling softly when he saw what time it was; 4:47AM. You smiled and shook your head, tightening the arm you had draped over his torso. “It is so good to be back in bed with you,” he admitted. “Amongst other things,” he whispered flirtatiously then chuckled when you buried your face into his chest, blushing deeply. “Here I was thinking we wouldn’t have time,” he poked your side and you squirmed, laughing.

“Oh please,” you pulled away from him and sat up, turning your whole body to face him as you sat crossed legged. “Like you were actually going to talk to me after we just made up.” He laughed. “You’re a guy,” you bit playfully and he scoffed, pretending to be offended. “You were going to make use of the make-up sex before anything else.” You chuckled when he scrunched his nose, smiling and nodding in agreement. “But that’s okay, ‘cause I can be a real guy sometimes too.” He laughed, placing a hand on his left pec. “But,” you began as you tried to stop laughing along with him. “Now we can actually talk, because it’s obvious we need to if we want this to last. And I want this to last,” you told him with a great deal of emphasis.

“Me too,” he nodded and sat up straight, leaning against his headboard and reaching for your hand; your fingers entwined with his. “Okay,” he let out a quick sigh, “um- let’s figure out where we went wrong this time and avoid doing it again at all cost.”

“There’s not much to figure out because I already know where we went wrong, and by we- I mean…Me,” you mumbled sheepishly then pursed your lips. “It was entirely my fault,” you said when you saw him tried to correct you. “I should’ve just talked to you, Chris. Asked you for help and depended on you rather than toughing it out. As your girlfriend, it was a prerogative and I failed to use it. Everything that came after was because of my idiocy, and I’m sorry.”

“You weren’t the only one,” he shook his head, squeezing your hand. “I should have approached things with a more rational and mature perspective. I am the adult in the relationship, after all.” He said then chuckled when you scoffed with a smile. “I knew you were doing it all to prevent me from worrying and I should have left it alone, but I had a bad day and I really wanted to hear your voice and- I don’t know, things just got out of hand.” You nodded in agreement with a small smile on your lips. “I’m really sorry I said all those things, I didn’t mean any of it. You know that, right?”

“Oh,” you narrowed your eyes in confusion as you began to tease him. “So you didn’t mean it when you said you’re nowhere near fucking perfect?” He could hear the playful tone in your voice so he just chuckled. “How you can’t be the perfect guy I want you to be? Oh, and what was that you said- you don’t know how to live up to my incredibly high expectations?”

“I don’t like how good your memory is.”

“And I don’t like how fucking perfect you are,” you retorted with a smile, making him smile. “Look-” you began then cut yourself off with a sigh. “I know you did mean what you said when you said all that,” you told him and he immediately tried to defend himself when you stopped him. “No, I’m not-” you chuckled, “I’m not mad. I just wanted to let you know that- you’re wrong, Chris. You are perfect and you are the perfect guy I want and need in my life.” The smile on his lips returned and you found yourself smiling along with him. “And I know my expectations are ridiculously high and incredibly intimidating, but- you’ve never disappointed me before. I mean- you risked your job and flew back for me. I’ve never had a guy give up the last bite of chocolate cake, let alone do what you just did.”

“I find that very hard to believe,” he chuckled.

“Well- believe it,” you chuckled, “because it’s true. No one has ever put me above their own wants and needs and responsibilities before. You are the first, which is why I intend to make you my last,” you told him and he smiled, grabbing your wrist and pulling you onto him. You chuckled, breaking your fall with your hand as your body crashed against his. “You are the kind of guy I write about and could only dream of being with, so thank you. Thank you for coming to life and for making what I thought could only be a dream- a reality,” you whispered, your lips inches from his.

“You just cannot stop that writer’s brain of yours, can you?” He chuckled, gently tucking the loose strains of your hair behind your ear. You chuckled softly and shook your head, caressing his bearded face in your hand. “You’re very welcome, Y/N. And you know what, I never thought I’d find a girl like you. You are the kind of girl I read about and could only dream of being with, so thank you. Thank you for finding me, for giving me a chance, and for helping me achieve a love as strong as the one you wrote about.” He leaned in and was about to press his lips against yours when you leaned back and pressed the pads of your right hand fingers on his lips. “What?”

“You kinda plagiarized my words,” you told him and he chuckled, playfully nibbling on your fingers. “Ah, Chris!” You giggled and pulled your hand away, resting it on his chest. “But luckily I love you too much to care,” you smiled and leaned in, meeting his lips for the- hundredth time that night. “I love you, Chris Evans.”

“And I love you too,” he whispered back then mumbled under his breath, “Y/N Evans.” You pulled back, biting back your smile as you raised an eyebrow at him. “What?” He chuckled. “I already said I was going to marry you. Even if you don’t take my last name for professional reasons- like young Y/N in your mini-series, you’re still going to be an Evans.”

“You do realize we’re not married yet, right? I mean-” you held up your left hand and wiggled your empty ring finger at him, making him chuckle softly. “We’re not even engaged yet, Chris. I know we will be one day, but don’t get ahead of yourself.” You teased him and he gently pushed you off him. “What?” You laughed when he got out of bed, walking over to his dresser. “I’m just teasing you. Are you really that offended?” He glanced back at you and made a face that quite easily said “you’re ridiculous”. “No, you’re ridiculous,” you quipped back, tossing a pillow at him.

“Do you want to know what getting ahead of myself looks like?” He quizzed, pulling something out of his sock drawer. His back was turned towards you so you couldn’t see what was in his hand, you could only guess. The assumption was enough to stop yourself from breathing. “Getting ahead of myself is getting an engagement ring before I even ask the girl I want to marry to be my girlfriend.” He turned around and held up a traditional Tiffany&Co ring box. “That’s um- that’s getting ahead of myself,” he chuckled softly.

“Oh my God,” you covered your mouth with both hands, hiding your growing smile and utter shock.

“I was going to keep it until you were a little older,” he told you as he made his way back towards the bed. He sat down opposite you, holding the box out. “But um- I don’t know, this seems as good a time as any. We don’t have to get married immediately, we can just be engaged until the right time comes along.” He realized you still hadn’t said anything and he winced, quickly adding, “if you’re down for a long engagement, of course. If you’re not, I can put this back and we can forget this ever happened. I just wanted you to know I am serious about marrying you, I’m not just saying it for fun. Can you please say something?” He chuckled, pulling your hands from your mouth.

“I’m sorry, I’m- that is a ring box,” you said as a matter-of-fact and he chuckled, nodding as he held it up. “From Tiffany&Co, like- like my story.” He nodded again, smiling. “And you- you want to propose now if I’m okay with a long engagement? Which- obviously we’ll be having ‘cause Infinity War and-” you pointed at yourself as you continued to breathlessly ramble, “university.”

“Mm hm,” another nod from Chris. “It’s your call, sweetheart. ‘Cause I’m down for anything as long as you’re the person I’m doing it with.” You let out a quick breath as your eyes fell back on the ring box that Chris was fiddling with in his hand; left and right, he’d turn it. “We don’t have to do this, we can wait a few years and I can propose with more-”

“Yes,” you cut him off with a nod and Chris felt his heart skip a beat.

“Yes…as in?” He quizzed and you nodded which confused him even more, though the smile on his face told you that he knew what your 'yes’ meant. “Like- you want to get engaged now or you want to wait a few years?”

“Yes, I want to get engaged now!” You answered with a laugh and he managed a nervous one as he fumbled to open the box, revealing the ring you’d always imagined you’d get from him; he really knew you well. “Oh my God,” you breathed as he gently pulled it from the box, taking your left hand. “This is- this is not happening.” He chuckled as he slipped it into place; a perfect, glistening fit. “I’m engaged to Chris Evans.”

“Yes you are,” he chuckled, leaning forward to peck your lips. “And you know what that means, don’t you?” He teased in a suggestive tone, making you laugh as you rose to rest your weight on your knees. “See,” he chuckled as your arms wrapped around your neck and his hands moved to rest on your waist. “We’re made for each other.”

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Chapter 3 is in the works.  Chapter 3, Part 1

Engagement- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by bennonmymind

Ok this one is kinda long (sorry?)! I really like this prompt. I know I say this every time but you all are giving me really good prompts so can you blame me??? This is the last Andre requested so far, but keep on the lookout for other players! As always, enjoy! And anon I changed the prompt a little, I hope you don’t mind!

Warning: alcohol, mention of balls

Anon request: if youre not bored of writing andre, i’d love to make a request! though if you are i totally understand and its okay if you decide not to do it! i was thinking one where andre and his gf have been together for like 6 years or so and everyone on the team adores her bc shes just like the sweetest person ever and they love them together and theyre super cute and so andre finally proposes and everyone is so so excited for them that they throw a surprise engagement party for them on a day off :)


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Conquer You - Chapter 9

Originally posted by clayymarek

I had planned to write some fluff for this chapter to give them a break before drama catches up with them again, but reading through it I realized that it turned out quite angsty.

Everytime I sit down to write a new chapter, I have a certain plan in my head and every single time the outcome is something completely different. I swear I have no control over that story!

So thank you all so much for sticking with me anyways!!

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As Thyra woke up there was a weight on her chest that wasn’t supposed to be there. Her eyes flew open and she was about to panic when she realized that it was Ivar’s arm, tightly wrapped around her, cradling her to his chest. She slowly relaxed as the events of the past night came back to her mind, making a smile spread over her face. She wiggled a little to loosen Ivar’s grip and turned to face him. To her surprise he was awake and watching her, a small smile playing around the corners of his mouth.

“Good morning, my little shieldmaiden.”

She yawned. “For how long have you been awake?”

“A while.” He said absentmindedly, his fingertips drawing little circles on her upper arm.

“Why didn’t you wake me? It must be late already.” She asked, squinting her eyes against the sunlight that fell through the windows.

“It’s been a long night and there was no need to wake you.” Then his face turned into a crocked smile. “And besides, I couldn’t move. You were sleeping on my arm.”

“I’m sorry.” Thyra muttered, lifting her head.

“Nah, it’s fine. Since you’ve shifted your weight to turn around I can feel it again.”

Thyra laughed and playfully slapped his chest before snuggling against his shoulder. She couldn’t help but smile to herself. This was a completely new side of Ivar, one she hadn’t seen before and probably one that very few people would ever get to see.

Ivar pulled the furs up to shield them from the cool morning air since neither of them seemed to be willing to get up and light a fire. He drew her even closer to him and rested his head on top of hers. Thyra was surprised by how content and peaceful she felt. She wasn’t used to waking up in a man’s arms but she had to admit that it felt good. Ivar’s warmth and his strong arms around her made her feel safe and protected.

She had to slightly shake her head. This was so absurd! She had always taken pride in the fact that she could take care of herself and that she didn’t need anyone to protect her. But here she was, feeling so small against Ivar’s broad chest, coming to like the idea of him by her side, that he would always keep her safe. She shook her head again to chase those stupid and girlish thoughts away. Nothing was worked out between them, their future together more than uncertain. She wouldn’t allow herself to become weakened by him so easily.

For a long moment neither of them spoke or moved. They were just lying there cradled together enjoying the other’s warmth. The events of the past night replayed in Thyra’s mind and made a wide grin grow on her face, but with the content happiness came also curiosity.

“Ivar, can I ask you something?”

“Hmm.” It sounded as if he was half asleep.

“Last night before we fell asleep you said that it was different with me or something like that. What did you mean by it?”

She could feel him tense against her before he started to speak. “I can’t remember. I was probably just babbling in my sleep.”

Thyra thought about letting it go, it was obviously something he didn’t want to talk about. But she was also curious and felt like after she had confessed her feelings for him so openly and in front of everyone it was his turn to give a little, to take a small step towards her.

“No you were not.” She struggled out of his embrace to look at him. “Listen, Ivar. I came here last night because I really want to be with you. Hell, maybe you’re right, maybe this is what the gods want for me. But there are still so many things that are working against us. If we want to have any chance to make this work, then we have to trust each other. So please don’t shut me out.”

For a moment Ivar just glared at her, lips pressed together, reminding her so much of a stubborn child. But then - to much of her surprise - he sighed and his features softened visibly, although by the set of his jaw Thyra could tell how tense he still was.

It still took a while before he finally started to speak. “A few months ago my brothers brought me to that slave girl, Margrethe.” He paused and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as if he was readying for something unpleasant. “With her… I don’t know… I…” He paused again, looking frustrated. “I just couldn’t do it the way I should. I don’t know why.”

In that moment he looked so vulnerable, blue eyes wide and seemingly afraid how she would react. All the confidence he usually displayed so boldly was gone and Thyra realized that it was all an act. His witty jokes and his mockery, all that he used to hide how deeply hurt he actually was. She felt the urge to wrap him into her arms, to hold him close and tell him that everything was fine. Who would have thought that she would have those feelings for Ivar one day? She definitely wouldn’t have.

But before she had the chance to do anything Ivar continued to speak. “I thought I would never be able to please a woman and I never again wanted to share the bed with one. But then you showed up.” He had spoken fast, as if he wanted to get it all out in a hurry and just be over with it, but now he slowed, looking deep into her eyes. “Whenever I looked at you I couldn’t help but picture how it would be with you, whether it would be different. That day on the marketplace when you killed that man right in front of me, his blood splattering across your face, oh my fierce little shieldmaiden, never in my life have I been this hard. And I knew the gods were giving me a second chance.”

Thyra was almost surprised by his openness, even though she had demanded it, but then she realized that she shouldn’t be. Ivar was brave in every possible way. Wasn’t that part of why he fascinated her so much?

She slowly leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lips. “Last night was perfect to me.” She whispered.

Ivar smiled at her. It wasn’t his usual cocky grin, nor the intimidating evil smirk he so often wore on his face. It was a sincere smile of happiness and Thyra wondered if she had ever seen that on him before.

He raised his hand to caress her cheek, then slid it around to the back of her neck to pull her to him again. The kiss was soft at first but soon turned more hungry and heated. As they parted for air, Ivar kept her locked close to him and leaned his forehead against hers.

“How did you become Lagertha’s little pet?” He asked after a while. “Tell me something about you.”

Thyra grimaced at his choice of words but decided to let it go because he seemed to be sincerely interested. “My father died in Paris, fighting alongside yours. When he didn’t come back my mother said that she couldn’t stand the sight of our house any longer, not even that of Kattegat. It all reminded her too much of him, so we moved to Hedeby. I was five by that time. Lagertha offered my mother to work in her household and they became close friends. When I was twelve my mother was assaulted by thieves. She wasn’t a shiedmaiden, she never carried a weapon. They did not kill her but she was wounded, soon the wound got infected and she died anyways. It took days, I could watch her become weaker and weaker, a terrible way to die.” 

She had to pause as her feelings were threatening to overwhelm her. She usually did not talk about her mother and now that she did, it all came back to her. She fought the tears that were forming in her eyes but lost the battle. As the first tear ran down her cheek Ivar wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest.

“I know how you feel.” He whispered. “You don’t have to tell me more if you don’t want to.”

For the second time this morning Thyra was surprised by how safe and protected Ivar could make her feel. This time she didn’t fight it, she was too troubled at the moment.

She sniffled and waited until she felt ready to speak again. “On my mother’s death bed Lagertha promised her to take of me. And I promised myself not to die the way she did, to become a shieldmaiden and to make it as hard as possible for anyone to send me to Helheim. In Lagertha I had the perfect teacher and over the years she became a second mother to me.”

She half expected Ivar to say something nasty about Lagertha as he usually did, but he just kept stroking her back, seemingly lost in thoughts.

“What happened to those thieves?” He asked instead.

“Lagertha sent men after them, had them put in chains and brought them to me. Then she left, telling me to with them as I please.”

“And what did you do with them?” He wanted to know, eyes bright and expecting.

“I killed them. Slowly. One by one.” Even after all these years the memory eased her pain. She had done her duty, she had avenged her mother’s death. It hit her like lightning as she realized it was exactly that balm that had soothed her so many times - the knowledge that there had been justice - that she wanted to take away from Ivar. Her insides cringed at that realization but she couldn’t let him kill Lagertha, she just couldn’t.

To her relieve Ivar’s thoughts seemed to have gone in a complete opposite direction. He had his eyes closed and a pleased smile on his face.

“What are you thinking about?” She asked.

“About you.” He said, eyes still closed. “You are a Valkyrie, descended from Valhalla. All men should fear you.”

She grinned at that. “And do you fear me, Ivar the Boneless?”


Thyra didn’t get the chance to respond to that as the cabin door was opened. She pulled up the furs to cover herself as Ubbe stepped inside. Ivar pulled her closer to him, smugly grinning at his brother. Thyra didn’t like the thought of being showed off like a trophy, but after what Ivar had told her earlier she granted him that little triumph.

Ubbe gave an almost shy nod to greet her, then turned his attention to his younger brother. “Have you forgotten what we had planned for today? It is well past noon. Everyone is waiting for you.”

Ivar groaned. “Can we not do that tomorrow?”

“You are the one who keeps pressing about this. You are the one who doesn’t want to wait.” He spared Thyra a short side glance she couldn’t quite make sense of. “It all has to be well planned if we want to have a chance at success. You know that.”

Ivar rolled his eyes but nodded. “I’ll be there soon.”

“I’m counting on it, brother.” With that he left.

“What was that all about?” Thyra asked as soon as Ubbe had closed the door behind him.

“My brothers and I are assembling an army. It will be the largest army that has ever sail, from all over Scandinavia. And with that army we will go to England and avenge our father’s death.”

He had sounded completely calm and truthful, but the way his body had tensed against her’s left her thinking that this was only part of the truth.

She was still thinking about what he could be hiding from her as he suddenly rolled on top of her.

She let out a surprised squeal. “Ivar, what are you doing?”

He gave her a wolfish grin. “I have to practice my newly developed skills some more. I think that would be to both of our benefit.”

“But your brothers are waiting.” She objected half-heartedly, already feeling her body react to his weight on top of her.

“Let them wait.”

anonymous asked:

So what happens in the coldflash Mr. July AU when Len finds out Barry is not only Mr. July but the flash? Please tell me there is a bad pu. Of some kind involved.

Hey Nonnie :)

I don’t know if you ever saw @swingsetindecember‘s hilarious continuations (they’re great, go read them) of the Mr. July calendar AU.

But oh man, I don’t think anyone’s yet considered what happens when Len makes that connection. Is it still by kidnapping Cisco? Or does something else befall our hero to give his identity over to Captain Cold??

I’m liking the second, since verses like these are best without too much angst ;)

I definitely think Cold schemes for it though. Maybe Lisa still seduces Cisco away from the team in some way and Len and the Rogues get him tied up and then execute a heist, and Len is the one who sticks around to guard Cisco knowing the Flash is going to come save him. And Len is still nefarious so he’s got his cold gun pointed to Cisco’s chest and he gives Barry an ultimatum: his identity or his friend’s life.

Except he really doesn’t expect the Flash to go as red as his suit as soon as he gives that ultimatum? Or for the guy he has tied to a chair to groan and drop his head back to stare at the ceiling like he’d rather be anywhere else. He’s being nefarious here? And threatening? Is it too much for Team Flash to at least be a little intimidated?

And the Flash is hedging like “how about I give you my social security number instead?” and Len is like “??????? What is wrong with you?”

“Can we just - I’ll owe you a favour or something?”

“Come on Flash - the Rogues will be back soon. Your identity or his life.”

“Are you seriously gonna kill Cisco?”

Dude?! Rude? I’m right here. Gun at my head. C’mon man. Your pride can suffer this.”

And Barry sighs and… oh.


That is just… perfect. Len’s face splits into a completely delighted grin. Surprised, horrified, but delighted. “No wonder I didn’t recognize you. I’ve only seen you laying back in a speedo.”

Barry puts his face in his hands and regrets everything about the last (two!) photo shoot(s).

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Paring: Eric/Reader

Tags: female reader, nurse reader, set in Divergent, angst, crying, misunderstandings, fluff, established relationship. 

Summary: It’s hard being a transfer. It’s hard having grown up in Amity. It’s harder, now you live a Dauntless life, beside your partner Eric, with his high profile job within the faction.

Notes: This was a request from my tumblr (I can’t remember if it’s from @susiephalange or here at @phalangewrites) who wanted to read some more Eric from Divergent. I honestly agree with Anon, because Eric is my smol evil bean. Anon, if you’re reading this message, hope you like it!

Word Count: 1,980

Posting Date:  2017-05-19

Current Date: 2017-06-15

Originally posted by erutdite

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Fight for Her

I had a vision of Archie being a total dick and Jughead losing his cool, so here you go

Warning: Archie’s an asshole in this one

“We need to talk.” Four words shouldn’t have the right to sound so ominous, Jughead thought as he trekked through the snow to meet Archie after practice. It was the off season, but most of the football players still worked out in the school weight room after classes.

His childhood best friend had orchestrated this little rendezvous last night, and Jughead was more than a little anxious. What with Jughead joining the Serpents and Fred in the hospital, things were a little shaky between the pair. The beanied boy came to an abrupt halt when he literally walked into Archie. He had been too caught up in his thoughts to pay attention to where he was going.

“Shit, sorry Archie. I got lost in my head for a second there. You wanted to talk to me?”

“It’s about Betty.” The ginger brute wasted no time getting to the point.

“What about Betty?” Jughead’s voice raised a couple octaves in worry. “Is she alright? Did something happen to her?”

“No, she’s fine. What I meant was I want to talk about you and Betty, like collectively.”

“What do you mean, Arch?” Jughead was sufficiently confused. “If it’s about both of us, then where’s Betty?”

“You’re not good enough for her,” Archie blurted out.

“Excuse me?” Now his voice was tinted with anger. “Who are you-”

Archie cut him off as he bellowed, “You’re not good enough! You know damn well she deserves somebody who can provide for her, who can be there for her, who isn’t wrapped up in a biker gang!”

“You listen here, Archie Andrews.” Jughead did his best to appear calm, but it only resulted in his voice quaking with rage. “I love Betty, more than I’ve ever lived anybody. You don’t think I know that I’m a pretty substandard person? I may not be perfect, but Betty loves me, and I’m ready to spend every day of the rest of my life working to be enough for her. You have no right to come in here, with your intimidation tactics and pulling the ‘best friend’ card, which you don’t even hold anymore. You broke her heart, so don’t come to me declaring that you know what’s best for her, when you left her crying on her front porch.”

Jughead’s words had risen to a shout, and he had tears streaming down his face. He was filled head to toe with an all-consuming, blinding rage. He was so distracted by the ringing in his ears, that he barely registered the fist connecting with his jaw.

“How dare you throw that back at me? My heart broke that night, too. It killed me to hurt Betty like that!” Archie’s voice was at the same volume as Jughead’s as he pulled back for another blow.

Jughead beat him to it, his own fist colliding with Archie’s cheekbone. The football player was impressed. He didn’t realize Jughead could pack such a punch.

“Guys what’s going on?” Betty had run out, still dressed in her cheer uniform. Somebody from the football team had seen the two boys arguing, and ran to get Betty. “Oh my god, guys why are you fighting?”

Archie was the first to answer. “You deserve better than him, Betty. He’s in a gang, for fuck’s sake,” he spat.

Betty visibly flinched at his harsh words.

“And you think that’s a good enough reason to punch my boyfriend in the jaw?” Betty argued, having noticed the red mark on Jughead’s face. “Jughead, you haven’t said anything yet. What happened?”

“Archie here,” Jughead growled. “Seems to think I’m human garbage, Southside scum, if you will. He also thinks he knows what’s best for you, as if he didn’t break your heart and walk away only a few months ago.”

“Jughead, you need to stop using that against him. We’ve all moved in and we’re all happier because of it. And you, Archie. You have no right to insert yourself into our relationship and tell us how we should and shouldn’t feel. As for the biker gang? I joined too! I wasn’t about to let the love of my life face his new life alone, so you can butt out of that, too.”

Archie was frozen in shock. Finally, he stammered, “You- you’re a Serpent too?” There was a sharp hint of betrayal in his voice, however unwarranted.

“Oh, stop looking like a kicked puppy,” Jughead bit out. “The Serpents aren’t criminals, except for a few things here and there. They’re a bunch of old men with wives and kids looking out for each other.”

“Juggie, we should really get some ice on that bruise,” Betty stated coldly, implying heavily to Archie that they were done with the argument.

“Come on, darlin’. I’ve got a Harry Potter night lined up for us,” Jughead whispered to Betty as he slung his arms protectively around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head. He led her away from the school, toward his foster home. Archie stayed put, watching his two best friends, who were now complete strangers to him.

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Mean Queens Ch.10 (Group Fic) - NymphCAMP

Nymph’s A/N: fuck u wank. This might be the best chapter we’ve written so far (at least, this is the chapter i’ve enjoyed the most). We’re showing the judges versatility with a lot of fluffy cuteness. You should not trust us. As always, thank you thank you thank you for all the love!

wankCAMP’s A/N: fuck nymph she can suck ass. She is a fugly slut. DO NOT TRUST HER! Anyway, enjoy this long, long, long, fucking long, really long thing. I like it, hope you do. Don’t forget to click on the links for sneaky snaps! And tell us what you thought, the response has been overwhelming <3 10 chapters! I’m weak. Also i have given up on trying to stop nymph from putting wank in my a/n. Fully given up.

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Lucky- Oh Sehun scenario

I stood at the sink, slumped over looking at myself in the mirror. I looked at my face, genuinely unhappy with my appearance. I wasn’t usually like this, but for some reason I let a coworker’s comments get to me, and since then I’ve been overanalyzing everything.

I looked closely at my face, a wrinkle here, dark circles, I smiled and I wasn’t happy with that either. Nothing seemed to be going right.

“Ugh why do I look like shit?” I asked myself, not expecting a response.

“What the hell did you just say?” I hear Sehun say as he entered the bathroom.

“Baby, I…” I began to speak before being interrupted.

“Baby nothing. Did I just hear you talk down on yourself again? That’s the third time this week. You need to stop.

“I’m sorry… It’s just.. I let a co-worker’s comments get to me. I didn’t wear makeup the other day and she had some rude comments and I’ve been obsessing over it for the last few days. I just don’t feel great about myself this week.” I replied, shrugging my shoulders as I looked into the mirror at him.

“Baby, please. You need to stop talking down on yourself. It doesn’t do you any good.” He replied, hugging me from behind.

“I know, and I’m genuinely trying. It’s just hard. I don’t know how to get out of this funk I’m in.” I say as he leans down, looking in the mirror to match my gaze.

“What If I said I may have something that would help” He says, kissing me gently on the neck.

“That depends on what it is I guess.” I replied, leaning into the kiss.

“Hm… I could tell you, but I’m not going to. Not until you stop putting yourself down.” He looked sternly at me through the reflection.

“And what if I don’t?” I asked, half teasing him.

“I know you didn’t just say that to me. I’m going to give you a head start. You better run because you know once I catch you, you’re done for.” He said, releasing me from his grasp.

“Oh shit” I mumble before taking off, running into the living room.

Sehun quickly caught up to me, tackling me onto the couch and tickling me.

“No baby omg no stooppppp” I whine, giggling the entire time.

“Not until you say something nice about yourself!” He exclaims, tickling me again.

“Okay okay I give!!! I’m pretty. Now LET ME GO” I yelled, trying to squirm away from him.

“That’s my girl. There’s that beautiful smile I fell in love with.” He said as he cuddled me into him.

“I’m sorry baby. It’s just been a rough week. Thank you for making me smile. I needed that.” I replied as I snuggled into him.

“I just wish you could see yourself the way I see you. To me, you’re beautiful, funny, smart. Your smile could light up a room. The day I met you, before I approached you at the coffee shop I watched you as you talked to your friend.” he starts explaining to me.

“You watched me? You’re such a creep.” I joke, pushing his shoulder.

“Haha, very funny. I watched you as you talked to your friend. How she’d joke around and your face lit up. Your smile took my breath away. I was terrified to talk to you at first. If your friend wouldn’t have seen me and waved me over, we may have never gotten together. I almost ran.” He continued, pushing a hair back from my face.

“Seriously baby? You, Mr. Oh Sehun, almost ran?” I chuckled at first, thinking he was kidding.

“Seriously. You intimidated me. You were SO full of life, and beautiful, and just, perfect. I was intimidated.” He admitted as he cupped my face with his hands.

“Wow. I guess I’m lucky that you decided to come talk to us then. My life would’ve been so much worse without you in it. I’m so lucky to have you. You mean everything to me.” I said as I ran a hand through his hair.

“I’m the lucky one baby. I just hate when you talk down about yourself. It hurts me to see you hurt. I’m just glad I got to see you smile today. And if you ever feel like this again, please tell me okay? That way I can at least help you try to fix it.” He asked before kissing my forehead.

“I promise I will baby. I’m sorry.” I replied, pouting at him.

“It’s okay baby. I just want you to be happy. Please don’t be sorry.” He responded as he cuddled into me.

“Thank you for taking care of me. I love you so much” I said, gazing into his dark eyes.

“I Love you too baby. Anything for you.” He replied before kissing me softly.

I don’t know what I did to deserve him, but I’m lucky that he’s mine.

First Fanfiction ever, so please be nice 🙈  Azriel x Princess of Montesere

Alright so I did it. I wrote a fanfiction scene. 

This plays after ACOWAR. The Princess of Montesere  is to visit Prythian to form new alliances with the High Lords. It sets place in Helion’s Court. It features our dear Princess and a certain Shadowsinger.
I really love Azriel and I wish him a mate for himself. I really liked Elriel in ACOWAR but I think he needs a complete new female just for himself. I also don’t like the cliche “three Archeron sisters get the three most famous Illyrians”. 

Of course this is pure fanfiction and just a story that plays in my head. For me it is my first time to EVER write something and english is not my mother tongue. My text probably has many many flaws and mistakes, so feel free to tell my if my grammar is horrible and maybe you want to help me rephrase it.
However, I am just proud of myself for actually finishing it. I have this whole story in my head of Prythian and the Fearie Realms coming together facing a new threat and also saving the other Firebirds. 

I really hope you enjoy it. I am also terrified that people are not going to like it, so be at least nice and don’t completely destroy my self esteem. 

Thanks to everyone who actually reads this! 

Please note that I am terrible at describing places and clothes. For the dress imagine Mary Stuarts Reign red dress in 1x07. 

Helion insisted to throw a party for my appearance in his Court. He even gave me a breathtaking wine red dress.

It was a lot more decent than I have ever imagined for Helion’s taste and it did not fit his usual preferred toga style. It was a long dress, tight around my breast and waist because of the corset and voluminous around my legs. My upper part was covered in see through lace with an A-line. The dress was so stunning and beautiful but very clingy thus not leaving much to imagination. Yep that was definitely Helion’s taste.

I left the ball quite early, tired of all the people and constantly upholding the mask of an eager princess looking for new alliances. My chamber was at the end of a quite hallway. A miracle that I found my room at first try and not getting lost again in this enormous castle. There was nobody around my room and I was welcomed by silence. I just wanted to get rid of this dress and take a relaxing bath. A maid helped me bind the corset and now I was left alone to untie it. I took a look in the mirror at all the strings and I seriously had no idea how to loosen this garment. At those moments I was happy to be a Fae and have magic. Why bother with clothes when you can just make them magically appear and disappear? I concentrated on my dress but nothing happened. Surprised I tried it again and failed once more. My shock slowly turned into anger by the realization that this dress must have been spelled so that magic would not work to change clothes, much to the amusement of a certain High Lord. Rolling my eyes, I left my room to look for a maid or at least anyone else to ask for help. I would definitely not as the High Lord of the Day Court to unravel my threads. The castle was completely empty, no soul seemed to be around except for those still on the ball. I was clearly not in the mood to return to the party and embarrassing myself in front of everyone. I was found stairs that led down to another level of the palest, hopefully to some servants who could aid me.

 I walked downstairs and bumped into a muscular chest. Baffled for a moment I did not realize who this handsome face belonged to. “Are you alright?” was this hot male asking.I was still so confused – the wine and the tight dress obviously compromising my brain that it took me a moment to answer and recognize the Shadowsinger. “Yes I am fine”

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A mix for Tavi Illani, Watcher of Caed Nua {spotify}


i. Raise Your Glass||Pink
ii. Try Everything||Shakira
iii. Something Wild||Lindsey Stirling ft Andrew McMahon
iv. Touch the Sky||Julie Fowlis
v. Any Other Way||We the King
vi. I Won’t Say (I’m In Love)||Susan Egan
vii. Bad Reputation||Avril Lavigne
viii. It’s My Life||Bon Jovi
ix. The Arena||Lindsey Stirling
x. Get Off My Back||Bryan Adams
xi. Warriors||Imagine Dragons

All Thanks To Bellatrix

Summary: Bellatrix is being mean to the reader but the reader brushes her off. Until she yells out about your crush on one of the Marauder. What will he do? Will he reject the reader or confess his own feelings to her

Pairings: Sirius Black x reader

Warnings: None. FLUF, along with a bit of angst.

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Sirius Black is a Casanova. He took pride in the fact that he could get any girl he wanted, or at least he walked around looking like he did. Saying you hate him, would be an understatement, you despised his mere existence. If you could go a day without seeing his smart arse you would be a jolly woman, but unfortunately, the twat was in your house, making it next to impossible to avoid him. To be fair he hated you just as much as you hated him. For the past six years, anytime the two of you were in a room together insults would be thrown back and forth. Sometimes both of your insults would cross the line, leaving the room in a deafening silence, which would last long because the other would come up with an insult that would end up being ten times worse.

“Urgh!” you groan as you take your seat at Charms. Today was just not your day, it started off with you being late to Potions which earned you detention on the night of the most awaited Quidditch match of the year. If that wasn’t bad enough Narcissa and Bellatrix thought it would be funny to pour pumpkin juice through the front of your robes and made snarky remarks on how you peed yourself. Bellatrix decided to take it a step further and followed you around telling you how ugly you were. You tried your best not to show any type of emotion knowing that it would only fuel her fire, but she just wouldn’t quit. She was currently sitting across the room and was suspiciously quiet. In the middle of class, however, she screamed out about your crush on Sirius Black. When everyone looked at her bewildered she pulled out a brown leather bound book and called it proof. Absolute dread washed over you as you recognized the book she was holding was your diary.

September 27th, I wish I wasn’t such a coward and would just go up to him and confess my feelings. But every time I’m anywhere near him, the idiot will insult me. Why does he hate me so much? I mean I do insult him, but he always starts it. Am I that ugly? Who am I kidding, he’s Sirius Black, Casanova of Hogwarts. He can have any girl he wants, why would he pick me?” She read in a mocking tone. You could feel all of your classmates’ eyes on you, and could especially feel Sirius’s eyes boring holes into the back of your head. “Oh sweetheart, I don’t really enjoy the existence of my blood traitor cousin but I do agree that he can have any girl he wants why would he choose to be with an ugly toad like you?” she starts laughing hysterically followed by a couple other Slytherins. You wanted nothing more than to hex her right then and there but Professor Flitwick quickly confiscated the diary, gave her detention and made her leave the class. On the verge of tears you excused yourself, practically running out of the class, thankfully no one was around to see you in tears as you fumbled into an empty classroom, and you sat there till the sunset crying.

“So is it safe to assume you like me?” you hear a familiar voice ask, turning around you see Sirius at the entrance of the classroom. He looked uncomfortable with the situation, which in turn made you angry and you let out your frustration by screaming, “Yes Sirius, I like you. I like you a lot, in fact, I think I’m in love with you. Are you happy now that I said it out loud? Why did you even have to come here and get a verbal confirmation from me? Was the diary entry not clear enough for you or did you just want to reject me in person? I know that you find me loathsome to look at and I know you don’t share my feelings but please don’t rub it in my face. I’ve had a long day, please just let me go to my dormitory in peace.” You lose all your energy by the end of the rant and you get up and make your way out of the classroom. When you were about to leave Sirius abruptly took a hold of your wrist and pulled you along with him. “Sirius what are you doing? Let me go. Where are you taking me?” you protest and try to free your wrist from his grasp but were unsuccessful. He pulls you into the Great Hall which was filled with students eating dinner. “Sirius please don’t reject me in front of the whole school!” you begged him but he still doesn’t say a word and drags you to the front of the four tables. Standing on the steps that separated the students from the faculty Sirius faces you. Seeing this the chatter in the Great Hall dies down, and Sirius clears his throat.

“Right then. I would like to say a few things to the woman standing next to me and I want the entire school to bear witness. Earlier today my obnoxious cousin received detention from Professor Flitwick for disrupting class. Though she is my cousin, she has never in her life done me a favor, not once, until today. She stole (Y/N)’s diary and told the entire class, including me, about (Y/N)’s feelings for me. For that Thank you, Bellatrix,” he then gets down on one knee, there was an audible gasp coming from the mouths of most girls that had a crush on Sirius, “(Y/N), if you think you are a coward for not confessing your feelings then I am a weakling. For the past six years I have done nothing but insult you because I couldn’t find the courage to look you in the eye and tell you that I like you. (Y/N) I am in love with you, I have been in love with you from the day I met you, but you intimidated me. No other girl that I have ever been around makes me feel the way I do when I am around you. Your beauty, your brains, your wit, your smile, your courage, and kindness all made me fall in love with you. You are perfect, and now if you will allow me, I will spend the rest of my life making up for being a proper arse to you. Love, please let me put this ring on you as a symbol of my promise and love to you. Please be my girlfriend.” He pulls off the ruby ring that adorned his pinky and waited for you to answer. Filled with tears and not able to trust your voice you simply nod your head and Sirius breaks out into the biggest smile. He puts the ring on you and stands up, looping an arm around your waist he pulls you flesh against him and kisses you. As soon as his lips hit yours there was a roar of cheers coming from three of the four tables, even all of the teachers were clapping at your union. There was also many groans coming from all of four of the tables but at the moment you could care less. A day that started off bad, ended on a bright note, all thanks to Bellatrix.  

EXO calling their Gf by their last names

This is so sweet! Really! I love when boys do that! Xoxo, Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/ 

Chanyeol: You gave him the “yes” after he finally proposed to you. You never thought he would actually do it but he was pretty serious from the beginning. He had been waiting for that day since the day he met you. Now he can call you Mrs. Park, he loves doing it. “I won’t stop Mrs. Park. I love it, I can’t stop saying it!” *Happy af*

Kris: He called you Mrs. Wu from the moment he laid his eyes on you. He tried to do it when you weren’t around but one day he wasn’t careful enough and did it. He didn’t know what to do after it, this wasn’t how he wanted to tell you that he liked you. “Oh what am I doing? Killing the mood here”

Sehun: You would be confused at the beginning. He is in so much pleasure by the amazing job you are doing that you are not sure that the “Oh Y/N” he is saying are for pleasure or he is calling you like that. I wouldn’t be until he says Mrs, Oh that you would understand he made you completely his and even call you by his last name.

Tao: It would catch you off guard. Suddenly coming in, with all the members present and saying “But it is Mrs. Huang! Everyone my future wife is here!” Later that day he would officially propose to you.

Kai: He wouldn’t normally say it. He knows the reaction it provokes in you (shyness, red cheeks, babbling for some minutes…). But it would slip out of his mouth from time to time, when he acts cute and demanding like a puppy. “Feed me Mrs. Kim! I need your attentions!”

Xiumin: *Dying internally* “What did I just do? Did I just call her Mrs. Kim? No I couldn’t have… I hope she didn’t freak out.. We’ve been dating for a month and I’m already thinking of the wedding… *Doesn’t even breathe*

Baekhyun: One day he started calling you like that and never stopped. You liked it but you couldn’t help but blush and try to make him stop. “Oh but what’s the problem Mrs. Byun? You are my Byun so what’s wrong with me calling you Mrs Byun?” *wink wink*

Luhan: *Feels like in a movie* “What do you think Mrs Lu? Don’t you think the last name fits you perfectly? I do, just like you fit perfectly with me.” *sassy boyfriend*

Chen: He always acts cute when you are around and gives you several hints that he wants to have a family with you in the future. “Look at him Mrs Kim! It’s our cute and little boy! It’s Chen chen Junior, Mrs. Kim! Don’t look at me like that.”

Kyungsoo: (You are Baekhyun) Serious from the beginning. Introducing proudly as Mrs. Do. His girlfriend, the love of his life and future mom of his children. You wouldn’t even have time to say anything because seeing him so excited and happy makes your heart race.

Lay: He is thinking of a nickname for you. You always call him cutie unicorn so he thought it was the right time for you to have one too. “Oh oh Y/N! I know the perfect one! You’ll be Mrs. Zhang! Yes! My Mrs. Zhang!”

Suho: It’s like his “thing”. He would stare at you with intimidating and hungry eyes for a while, looking sexy as always and then say “Come to me Mrs. Kim. Daddy is waiting”

We were listening to this song earlier and you pointed it out. It’s so true. I’ve known since the moment I saw those cerulean blue eyes of yours I just knew that I’d found a home for my heart. You drive me absolutely crazy yet I’m the calmest I’ve ever been when I’m with you. You soothe me and make me smile even when I feel like crying. You’re not perfect. I know I tell you that you are, but you aren’t. If you were perfect I’d be so intimidated by you. Instead I want to say that your flaws perfectly compliment mine and that we were made for each other. If we were perfect we wouldn’t need someone to love… So I’m glad neither of us are perfect because I couldn’t imagine my life without you. You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met, and I can’t wait to start my forever with you.
I love you baby. ♡

Home Isn't Home Anymore

I’m writing this because I’m finding myself a position of genuinely thinking about running away from what I once called home to be as far as away as I can from my once sane and reasonable father. I want to come clean about why I’m so quiet and so slow to put out music. I don’t want hide this anymore. The truth as to why I don’t produce music as fast as I can is because of my extremely toxic relationship, that constantly plagues my mind, i have with my father. As time has gone by, with the stress of his own company, lack of his own family (mother, father, siblings, etc), my father’s sanity and patience with me has slipped into nonexistence. I went to American University for the remainder of my college career for audio production since my parents, at the time, realized that I wanted to truly learn about something I was genuinely pationate about and good at. I initially went into a college for architecture, then changed majors to biomedical engineering, then to electrical engineering, and then just straight back into biomedical. I just kept on taking suggestion on what I COULD do with my college life, but not what I WANTED to do. Considering that getting your degree meant that the rest of your life ought to shaped around the career you got your degree in, I wanted to stop lying to my parents about what I wanted to do with my life. I told them that music was it and I transferred to American University when I was a junior. My father hated the idea of doing music, but I can’t blame him. He’s a man from a different world, culture, and thus has a different, more reserved mindset than I. He wanted me to do a typical business/math/science type career course, but for once in his life of control he gave in and let me pursue what I wanted. I excelled at AU and was revered for my production abilities and passed with As and Bs in all of my classes. After graduating, I worked for my dads company doing engineering work that pays decently because he knew that i didn’t have income coming in immediately and decided to put me to work for his company, therefore aiding himself and me at the same time. On the side, instead of working towards finding a job or internship with audio production, I foolishly let my fears of my artist brand dying (cuz of how slowly I produce music when I was in college) get to me and only focused on producing my Bounty Hunter EP. Obviously that didn’t yield the success I wanted it to but it was still something that I put out; something that I was proud of at the time. During that entire time my parents were waiting to hear back from me regarding jobs or internships and like an idiot I wasn’t looking so I had nothing to tell them. My dad didn’t like that. You see, my dad is a man of results. He wants to see results only; he doesn’t give the slightest fuck about your emotions during the ride toward getting result; he doesn’t care about the grind or how much hard work it takes, he just wants to see the results. That’s it. He’s been the boss of his own company all his life and he’s a physically intimidating man (tall and muscular) so having POWER over people and having things go his way or the highway has always been his life. His dream is to have one of his children take over his company but none of us want to because we see how violent, stressed and angry it makes him. Who would want to take over that kind of job? Like who cares about the money at that point, if it’s turning you into such a monster? Nobody wants to deal with that, and that realization makes him perpetually angry at us all. It’s destroying him mentally. His patience with me only lasted for about 4 months and he immediately told me that i am going back to school for something else regardless of not utilizing the degree that I just earned. He is convinced that the degree itself is completely worthless just because I have an utilizes yet. He thinks that he wants his time and money. He told me that he wishes that he never let me do what I wanted; he wished he controlled my college life too. He was lenient when I chose my own passion for my major that time because he figured that I could make myself into something RIGHT AWAY after college. I didn’t utilize my time wisely at all; I am admitting my wrong of not pursuing an internship immediately after college like most “normal grads”. So with all that, and how I haven’t focused on getting an internship or job in music, my dad snapped and has forced me to go back to school to study (I chose IT because that’s a decently interesting field and is booming right now). He’s called me every name from a disappointment, to a retard, and has told me multiple times to give up on music because he’s lost faith in me, even before I became Andromulus. If I’m not making Skrillex money, I’m not a good musician in his eyes. Growing up he didn’t have too much so obviously he became obsessed with making money, and formed a company for that. So when he saw his son, despite being fresh out of college, NOT immediately grabbing an internship or even making my own money, he freaked out and then forced me to work at his company. In some of the fights we have, he gets upset at me for not finding an audio job, but… Like what’s the point of applying now since I’m already in and doing the fucking IT thing that he wants me to do?? How can you be mad at that when I’m doing what you want me to do? His reply to that was just “shut the fuck up you love arguing for arguing’s sake.” Exposing dad’s nonsensical rage-induced thinking to himself and making him feel stupid for a second always makes me feel good on the inside. I’m constantly at war with my father. He hasn’t told me that he loves me in fucking years now, whenever we talk he ends up picking a fight with me over emotions that he lets boil up inside of him so I end up just standing there and having to take it, and he’s completely annihilated my inspiration and creativity through fear and threats of hitting me and physically intimidating me. It’s been one week into the school semester and he snapped big time this time. Way long ago my parents bought a condominium near DC for my brother and I use to go to college. That condo is practically my refuge to be away from my parents when I was just entering college when they would set curfews for my freshman year and it was a refuge recently when I was out of college to be away from my emotionally abusive father. THAT place, that I was usually by myself at, was my home, not the house where my parents stay. But now, because he has no trust in me whatsoever, my father has assumed the tyrant role again and forced me to move back into the house and to abandon my laptop. He told me to “pack up everything that I own in the condo and to move back in with him”. He kicked me out of the only place I could find positivity and happiness. My laptop is where I make music, talk to my only real friends who’re online, and more importantly where I get to spend time with my long distance girlfriend, Nora. That’s our only way of spending quality time together, since going out to see each other is fucking impossible and even trying to use my saved paid vacation hours to go anywhere to see her is denied simply because it’s her. My dad hates her because she isn’t some Ivy League college grad Lebanese goddess that he wants his boys to date. He’s a fucking prick to her too, purposely not saying her name to me, always calling her “that girl that I’m fucking”. I genuinely hate him for that. He’s taken my laptop away from me claiming that it has ruined my life and that music is now history with me. He wants me to do the IT program, get my new degree, and get the fuck out of his life. He told me that I was a fucking loser, that had no direction in his life, and was wasting it away pursuing something that’s never going to happen: success with music. Despite my laptop being MINE THAT I BOUGHT WITH MY OWN MONEY AND WHERE I DO MY SCHOOL WORK, he’s taken it away from me. He’s just blinded and drunk in anger. He thinks that I play video games on my .. MacBook Pro. Just goes to show you how ignorant and how many assumptions he’s making about me. The only reason he thinks of video games is because he once saw my GC controller at the condo and thinks it’s suddenly ALL I do. He thinks video games are ALL my friends and I talk about. He makes assumptions about me, convinced himself that they’re true, and gets angry at me for them. That’s my dad. My parents want me to believe that this is for my own good and that Dad’s doing this for me, but that’s not true. He’s doing it for himself. If something in his life isn’t under his control or exactly up to his standard, he freaks out and panics. He yelled at me tonight upon arrival with all of my stuff and told me that this was a punishment. “Tough love” treatment.. yeah right…. this is control for your sake, Dad. He’s doing this just to make sure that the blemish in his perfect life that is me, can straighten himself out through his miserable parenting and control. All he knows is giving out orders. He’s always a boss to employees, an authoritative figure to his children, the physically intimidating guy to the other people he mets, so he is used to controlling everything and getting pretty much anything he wants. And now I’m just another thing that he will have absolute control over. No more video games, music, and even socializing with the friends (that I have all over the country where skype/discord is the only way I can talk) on my laptop. Just studying for something that he’s forcing me to take. My mind is so used to just brushing off his immense negativity he inflicts on me just to be able to function and stay creative so a majority of the conversations… i mean, arguments, I have with him are deleted from my mind. Hell, even the one we just had is just a blur now. All I know is that my dad yelled at me, told me I’m worthless and a fucking loser, said that he’s going to have complete control over my life now for two years (how long the college program is running), and that he’s taking my laptop away except for weekends. He’s so blinded by his anger that even tho I told him that I needed my laptop FOR school too, he’s still taking that one away and he said he’s gonna buy me a new laptop just for school shit. He doesn’t want me to do music anymore. He’s taking the last shred of positivity in my life and is not only forcing me to do what HE wants, but is also controlling HOW I do it. My dad has called me things in the past but tonight was the first time I heard him say that I’m just a “fucking loser”. I can’t take this place anymore. I can’t take him anymore. I want to run away but all I’ve ever known was being at home being surrounded by family all the time. I’m so used to the security of the home that my parents have provided me so pursuing a new home on my own is absolutely terrifying and completely foreign to me. I’m a social kind of guy so I hate being alone. I can’t deal with suddenly having to cut out my friend from my life and only study. I absolutely do not want to deal with barely having anytime at all to spend with Nora and even having to sneak around with spending time with her via cell phone or even the new laptop that I’m getting. This is a disgusting and insane amount of control that my father is using on me and I hate it. I’m too much of a coward to just up and run away, though in that moment after hearing all these ridiculous things my dad wanted me to do, I was truly on the verge of putting all my shit back in my car and just driving off to anywhere but home. The main thing I’m trying to say is that I guess I’m going on a forced hiatus because of this situation. I had so much planned with music, so many cool songs that I put together with the shreds of positive creativity that I had left in me that I wanted to release but now.. I’m not sure what’s to become of them. I wanted to stream and begin building my streaming audience but clearly with how much my parents hate video games and how much my dad hates me on my laptop doing anything that isn’t school/work related, I doubt any of this can happen. Idk how long it’ll be before this situation lightens up so for the while… just.. dont expect to hear much from me. I’m trapped and I don’t know how to be happy anymore. I’m so sorry for having to vanish like this. I wish someone would just take me away from this. I want to do music and move to LA. That’s my dream. Not … live my life precisely up to my fathers standard of “acceptable”. I want to stop growing gray hairs from stress at 24. My parents have convinced me that I’m nothing more than a failure and it eats away at my soul and creativity so much. I want to just run away but I’m so scared. Idk what’s to become of my music career anymore. I’m emotionally drained and at my wit’s end. I’m sorry to my fans, but I wanted to come clean and tell you guys the truth behind my slow releases. I’m sorry. I’m thinking about setting up a GoFundMe for those who are willing to donate to help me save up money for some of the financial expenses that come with living on your own and the journey itself towards LA. I’ll keep you guys posted about this in the very near future. Thank you all so much. Much love.

I’ll Be Seeing You - 40s! Bucky X Reader

Author’s Note: This is my first Bucky one-shot and it’s a sad one. I can’t believe I did this.

Request: Hi, congrats on your new blog! I was wondering if you could write something 40s Bucky x Reader. Anything you want n.n

Warnings: sad, sad, sad, so damn sad.

Words: 923

Your emotions ranged from anger to sadness. Bucky was going to break up with you. What other explanation could there be? And why wouldn’t he? When you first started dating, you knew he was out of your league. He’s James Buchanan Barnes. He could have chosen anyone, and yet he chose you. You were over the moon, at first, he was a dream. You loved him and he said that he loved you.

Yet, he was distant. For the last few weeks, he had been coming home late, and he barely even acknowledged your presence. You would both sit in the living room, the silence so loud you wanted to scream. You would be staring at a page of a book, and sometimes you would feel him staring at you, but you never checked. You knew that if you looked him in the eye, something would explode.

That Friday night, it was nearing midnight and he still wasn’t home. You couldn’t sleep. You couldn’t take it anymore. If he wanted to leave you for someone else, someone better, then you weren’t going to stop him. But you weren’t going to let him walk over you. You were strong, and you didn’t deserve to be treated like a crumbled piece of paper.

You heard the door start to open, and stood, wrapping your silk robe tighter around your body. You took a deep breath to gather your thoughts and courage.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing up?” he asked, shocked to see you standing in the middle of the living room.

“I…I was waiting for you,” you said, swallowing the lump in your throat, your nervous stomach making you almost nauseous.

“Is there something wrong, doll?”

At the nickname, you felt your eyes start to water and you tried your hardest to not cry in front of him.

“…Yes, there is. James, I think…I think that you should leave.”

“Leave?” He took a step closer to you, his face contorted into confusion. “Sweetheart, what are you talking about?”

You took a step backwards, keeping the distance between the two of you.

“Bucky…I know what’s going on.”

“…You do? How…how did you find out?” he asked, running a hand through his hair.

“God, Bucky, you didn’t even try to deny it,” you said and a tear unwillingly escaped. “Did you really think you were being that secretive? Coming home late, all the distance between us lately. It’s obvious, Bucky!”

You took a shuddering breath and took a deep breath to keep from yelling at him. “If you’re together with someone else, the least you could’ve done was tell me.”

At your words, his eyes grew wide and he closed the distance between you, gripping your upper arms to keep you from walking away from him. “What?”

His deadly tone intimidated you, and he swallowed thickly. You had never been scared of Bucky before, and it was a alien, terrifying feeling.

“You think I’m cheating on you, (Y/N)?”

Your silence was enough of an answer for him.

He sunk to his knees and kept his arms around your stomach. His head was nestled on your lower stomach and he was silent for a few minutes.


“I love you. You…you’re perfect to me. No one can compare to you, (Y/N). You’re my love, my life; you’re my everything. I love you.”

At his words, your tears started streaming down your face. You kept one hand in Bucky’s hair and the other you used to wipe your tears away.

“I would never do anything to hurt you. I’m not cheating on you and I will never cheat on you,” he said, and his voice sounded strained, but you couldn’t tell if he was crying.

It took you a moment to gather your thoughts together. “But…but then…what’s going on, Bucky?” you asked, and kneeled down to be face to face with him. His face was filled with hurt and you knew he was telling you the truth. You had never seen such raw emotion in his eyes, and it took your breath away. You loved this man and he loved you.

“I am leaving,” he said.

“…What? I thought…”

He cut you off before you could let your thoughts carried away. “I enlisted. I’m leaving for the war.”

A sob escaped your lips and Bucky gathered you in his arms. This time, you didn’t bother wiping your tears away because it was soon replaced by another one.

He hugged you tightly to his body and you were almost sure he was crying as well. “It’s alright, doll. It’s all gonna be fine. I’ll be back before you know it, getting in your hair and annoying you for never picking up after myself and always getting into fights for Steve.”

You tearfully giggled and looked up at him. “Does Steve know?” you asked.

“Yeah, he knows.”

“Damn. I’m sorry, Bucky. I can’t…I’m so sorry for accusing you of cheating on me. I had no idea this was happening, you must hate me,” you said, shoving your red face into your hands out of embarrassment.

He gently lifted your face out of your hands and gently caressed your cheek. “Did you not hear me when I said I loved you? Woman,” he laughed and then gently kissed you. It was a sad kiss and you had the melancholic thought that it was a goodbye kiss. He was leaving.

“I’m coming back, (Y/N), you know that, right? I’ll be seeing you soon.”

You smiled sadly at him. “Yeah, I know you are.”

Anna Kendrick May Be a Princess, But She's No Damsel in Distress

The actress talks Into the Woods, Meryl Streep and the version of Pitch Perfect that never got made

Anna Kendrick might not strike you as a Disney princess: The 29-year-old actress is known as much for tweeting about things like her post-Oscar hangovers as she is for playing feisty outsiders in Pitch Perfect and Happy Christmas. But Kendrick’s Cinderella in the upcoming film adaptation of Stephen Sondheim’s Into the Woods, out Christmas Day, may surprise you. Kendrick, who was nominated for a Tony for her performance High Society at just 12 years old, will also sing in Pitch Perfect 2 and The Last 5 Years in 2015. TIME talked to her about singing with Meryl Streep, empowered princesses and how she fought for big changes in the Pitch Perfect script.

TIME: Were you a princess person growing up?

Anna Kendrick: I won’t lie to you: I was a big fan of The Little Mermaid. I would do that thing in the pool, where I would flip my hair back because I wanted to be Ariel. But my older brother didn’t want to have an embarrassing little sister, so he insisted that I be exposed to other things. In retrospect, someone two years older than you is not necessarily qualified to say, “I think you’re old enough to watch Pulp Fiction now” because I definitely was not. He was responsible for making me a weird little kid.

Wait, how old were you when you saw Pulp Fiction?

I was about 11? Maybe some kids are emotionally prepared to deal with Pulp Fiction at 11. I was not. And I think that’s made me the person I am today. I’m not complaining, but I did have nightmares for a little while. It’s all character building.

Obviously the princesses in Into the Woods are very different than your traditional princesses. There seems to be a moment right now with Frozen princesses not waiting for their princes to save them…

And Maleficent as well!

Totally. You’re now among the growing list of princesses who can save themselves. What are your thoughts on that evolution?

Into the Woods has existed for years, but if more people being exposed to it through this movie continues that trend of princesses saving themselves and making their own choices, I think that’s fantastic.

I remember my best friend and I when we were running around the playground, she and I would dream about saving boys from falling off cliffs — not the other way around. But we would whisper these fantasies to each other, as though we weren’t supposed to be daydreaming about being the savior. We were supposed to be daydreaming about being saved. So I’m glad that it’s being represented in film because I think that that instinct exists in girls, and it’s nice to acknowledge that that’s normal.

Pitch Perfect did something similar. The first time I saw it, it reminded me a lot of Bring It On, except it was more about the female friendships than Bring It On was. It felt like progress.

Oh wow. Really? I haven’t seen Bring It On in so long. That would be interesting to revisit.

The big kiss at the end of Bring It On matters more than the competition, right? But in Pitch Perfect, the kiss isn’t the last scene. The big reveal at the end is who won the trophy because that matters more than the romance.

It’s so funny you say that. There was this scene that got deleted anyway, but originally the low point in my character’s journey was supposed to be when I found out this guy I vaguely had a crush on at the radio station had a girlfriend. And I was like, “That sucks.” And I fought so hard so that my low point could be that I didn’t think that I was ever going to get any real responsibility at the radio station. I think that we ended up on a mixed version of the two. The scene got deleted anyway, so it’s a moot point. But yeah. I was like, “That’s garbage!” It can’t just be like, “Oh my crush has a girlfriend. I guess I was wrong about everything.”

Right, I thought initially the movie was going to be a competition between the scummy guy and the good guy, but then it wasn’t, which I think is what makes it unique.

They just realized in the edits very quickly that it was all about the girls and spending more time with the girls. So that was an awesome direction that it ended up taking. And I’m excited we’re revisiting that in Pitch Perfect 2.

You moved from Broadway to L.A. for a pilot that didn’t end up airing. Why stay out in California rather than move back to New York?

Man, the quality of life was just sort of irresistible. When you have no money in New York, you’re living in a shoebox and it’s freezing. When you have no money in L.A., you’re living in a slightly larger shoebox, and you can go outside and feel okay about your life for a minute.

Then your big break was in Up in the Air. You’ve said after that movie, you were offered a lot of business suit type roles, and you turned them down because you didn’t want to get pigeonholed. But you will have been in several big movie musicals before the age of 30. Is there a reason you can keep doing those and not feel the same way?

Well, you’re right. It occurred to me that maybe doing four musicals was not a great career plan. After doing Pitch Perfect, I didn’t expect to do other musicals, but then I was offered The Last Five Years andInto the Woods, which are two of the greatest pieces of theater that I can think of. So obviously I wasn’t going to be like, “Oh I’m trying to really stay away from musicals right now, so thanks but I’ll pass.” When certain opportunities come along you throw the rules out the window.

Had you seen Into the Woods as a kid? What was your initial reaction to it?

I grew up watching the Bernadette Peters version on VHS. Like so many people before me, I thought that the end of the first act was the end of the show because those are the stories that we know. And I was kind of unnerved by the second half. It made me feel uncomfortable. But that’s what makes it so compelling and beautiful. The second half of the show is where people have to face the consequences of their actions.

That’s definitely true for many of the characters who do bad things. But I felt like Cinderella didn’t do anything wrong. Did you?

I know what you’re saying. It’s a hard question because she’s such a put-upon character. But her mother asks at the grave, “Do you know what you wish? Are you certain what you wish is what you want?” And this happens all the time in real life, where you think you want one thing, but then it turns out you don’t. Getting into that sort of situation has consequences. She doesn’t act especially selfishly, but she also doesn’t want to make more hard choices about how to deal with the real tragedy that’s going on in her world now.

Why do you think Cinderella keeps running away from the prince so much?

Well, this is a character who’s been abused and neglected her whole life, and she is presented with the trappings of love. She doesn’t know what love is. And then it sort of turns out her instincts are correct and this isn’t love. So it’s difficult to leave the world that she knows even if it’s a bad situation. And then later she’s again incredibly brave to leave a better situation because she says, “I deserve better than this.”

Did you always want the Cinderella part?

As a young girl obviously I was very enamored with the Little Red part. And it was a funny transition in my brain to be told I would be auditioning for Cinderella because I think of myself as, like, a screeching 12-year-old more than I think of myself as a kind-hearted ingenue. But I reminded myself that I’m a grownup, and that’s the deal.

What was it like working with Meryl Streep?

I would say that Meryl shares a certain quality with George Clooney [whom Kendrick starred with in Up In the Air], which is that she understands that actors think of her as one of the most intimidating people you can possibly meet or work with, and still she makes you feel comfortable. She has this incredible talent of making you forget how totally intimidating she is. And it’s no easy feat. I really think that it’s something that they’ve thought about and worked on.

So are you taking notes for when you’re further along in your career and trying to put people at ease because you’re such a big deal?

I don’t think I’m going to have to worry about that.

You have done a bunch of movies that have like these super-intense, young fan bases, between Twilight and Pitch Perfect and now Into the Woods. Yeah, it’s like the opposite of what I expected my life to ever be because I feel like I’m so bad with kids. When they walk up to me and are excited to talk to me, it’s bewildering. I always feel like I’m going to disappoint them. But I haven’t broken any hearts. I do think I go into this kind of like beauty pageant contestant voice, which is silly because if they liked Pitch Perfect, they know that’s not my character. I was talking to this little girl, and after they left my friend was like, “Are you running for office?” I was trying to say all the right things. But I’m slowly getting better at it.

You are very active on Twitter and say a lot of things that aren’t necessarily PG. Do you ever worry that some angry parent is going to complain?

I know. I guess that was my concern when I first started on Twitter, but I find that the weirder I go, the happier I am, and the happier my followers are. When I think of a silly thing to say and then try to find the PG version, it’s just, like, a waste of everybody’s time. So yes. I worry that a parent is going to get mad. But I don’t know. I mean, I saw Pulp Fiction when I was 11, and I turned out okay. I think my followers can handle it — a couple f-bombs in tweets.

I’ve also heard people describe you as like the ultimate cool girl partially because of your Twitter presence. Do you like that people think you’re approachable or is it overwhelming?

Hell yeah! It’s the first time in my life people have thought I’m cool. I really wish that I had figured that out in high school.

You tweeted that you were jealous of your friend Aubrey Plaza being the voice of Grumpy Cat. If you could voice one character, a cartoon of whatever, who would it be?

Woah. Um. Oh my God I don’t know! Maybe Boba Fett? That would be a hell of a crossover movie.

I think people would see that.