Reblog and BOLD all that apply to your muse. Heathers: The Musical Edition - feel free to change pronouns as needed
I believe I’m a good person / I think there’s good in everyone /
Hold your breath and count the days /
I know life can be beautiful /
I pray for a better way / We can be beautiful /
Fight the urge to strike a match and send this dump ablaze / What can I say? I’m a sucker for a happy ending /
Somebody hug me! Somebody fix me! /
Give me some hope here! Something to live for! /
Are we gonna have a problem? You got a bone to pick? / I like scaring her, screwing him /
I shouldn’t watch this crap, that’s not who I am / Could you be seen with me and still act proud? /
I would fight for you, if you would fight for me / No point in planting your roots, ‘cause you’re gone in a hurry /
Happiness comes when everything numbs / I learned the world doesn’t owe you a cent / Let’s get naked in my pool! /
Punch the wall and start a fight! /
I don’t have to stay and die like cattle / I’m a dead girl walking / I decided I must ride you ‘til I break you / You’re my last meal on death row /
You say you’re numb inside, but I can’t agree /
No one sees the me inside of me /
What did they do to you that you hate them so? /
You are the only thing that’s right about this broken world / My teen angst bullshit has a body count /
Fine, we’re damaged, really damaged… but that does not make us wise / We don’t choose who lives or dies / I attack your weakness… and pray you don’t see mine / Storms are approaching, there’s nowhere to hide /
But I believe any dream worth having is a dream that should not have to end / You don’t know what my world looks like / You chucked me out like I was trash, for that you should be dead / I was meant to be yours / You’re scared, I’ve been there / Please don’t leave me alone. You were all I could trust / I let his anger fester and infect me / No one here deserves to die… except for me and the monster I created / I wish we met before they convinced you life is war / I am damaged, far too damaged, but you’re not beyond repair / Hope you’ll miss me, wish you’d kiss me / I’ll trade my life for yours / Our love is God / “You look like hell.” I just got back / We are done with acting evil, we will lay our weapons down / We’re all damaged, we’re all frightened / We’ll endure it, we’ll survive it / I’d be honored if you’d let me be your friend /
yo does anyone know where i can find all of the emojis in high quality?? cause like you’ve prob noticed some are wicked blurry… i’ve been taking them from the wiki but some of them are a lot smaller so it makes it blurry :(
Hello! Back at it again with the Jughead fanfiction b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶h̶o̶t̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶i̶ ̶a̶m̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶. Hope you guys enjoy, this is part one of what is planned to be ten. Let me know what you think! :) - Juggie xx
p.s. this is also on my ao3!
Plus: subtle beronica
Warnings: some cursing, vv awkward
Part One: The First (Failed) Move
It was a Friday night sleepover where you had let it slip that you had a crush on Jughead, and Betty and Veronica would not let it go.
Truth or dare was your least favorite game for a reason, and when Kevin Keller asked who you were currently crushing on you couldn’t lie. You had liked Jughead for around a year, and the three of them were immediately thrilled with ship names and ideas of what your first date would be like. The only problem was you had no idea if Jughead liked you back or not; that’s when Veronica gave the advice that would change your way of life for the next week.
“You have to be confident (Y/N)! You flirt with that boy and let him know you want him, no one can resist confidence.”
And that’s what got you here, sitting in a booth with the gang trapped tightly between Veronica and Jughead. Not that he noticed, he was so enthralled in his writing he couldn’t care less that your knees were touching. You were screaming inside your head, you were touching!
You revisited some of the advice given to you the previous Friday and as you were about to put your hand on Jughead’s knee…“(Y/N).”
You nearly jumped up, moving your hand away from his leg so fast it hit the table. “Yes?”
They all looked at you with questioning looks, even Jughead had looked away from his writing for a second. Archie laughed, “Woah, why so jumpy? I was just going to ask if you took up Betty and Ronnie’s offer on joining the Vixens.”
You blushed and shook your head, “No, I don’t think cheer leading is for me.”
Veronica immediately interjected, “But you’re so hot (Y/N)! You’d make a perfect Vixen!”
Archie and Kevin laughed at the embarrassment etched on your face, Betty only looked down and offered, “You can’t force her to join us V.”
Veronica gave her a look that simply screamed ‘this is part of the plan dumbass!’ You gave Betty a thankful nod, then sighed, “I’m sorry to let you down.”
She smiled at you, “Don’t worry about it sweetie. You don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
The conversation soon picked up again, this time focusing on Archie’s music and not you. You took this as your chance. “Jug?”
He turned to look at you, seeming somewhat annoyed that you had interrupted his writing. You had been best friends with him since you were both young though, so the look didn’t sting so bad. “Yes?”
'Do you think I’m hot enough to be a Vixen?’ “How’s the writing coming along?” Shit. That’s not was I meant to say.
Jughead gave you a smile, seeming happy in your interest. “It’s going well, thanks.”
He was going to turn back towards his laptop but you quickly touched his knee getting his attention and shocking yourself. He gave you a curious look, oh shit. ‘I really like you Juggie.’ “Any new clues leading to a suspect?”
He laughed, “No, not since you asked this morning, are you alright?”
'Can I kiss you?’ “Yeah!” You removed your hand from his knee and held your hands together in your lap. “Just a little tired.”
“It is getting kind of late, do you want me to walk you home.”
You tapped Veronica to let you out, and she moved to let you do so. “No, I’ll be alright.” You waved to them all, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
As soon as you had walked outside of Pop’s your phone was blowing up with texts from the girls and Kev.
From B: You made progress? Better luck tomorrow :)
From V: What was that??
From V: I saw you touch his knee, why’d you ask about the novel??
From V: The cheer leading thing was the perfect setup!!
From V: We are having a chat tomorrow morning young lady >:o
From My Gay Boyfriend: Is your hand okay?? Smfh girl what were you doing under the table? ;))
Later that night you got a text from Jughead himself, he liked to text you good night every night with an English quote of some sort. Just a perk of having him as your best friend.
From Juggie: Are you really okay? You seemed out of it earlier at Pop’s.
To Juggie: I’m fine, just need some sleep. :)
From Juggie: “The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.” - Ernest Hemmingway. Good night (Y/N).
Simple drawing of the King of Gap Moe, Jumin~ Happy birthday to this cutie, seriously. Even though I don’t show it here, on twitter I rage about how much I love him and everything about this man. He has a horrible sense of humor, but the fact that he attempts at jokes makes it even more funny.
Reasons to read A Court of Wings and Ruin it has quotes like this:
I’d always thought death would be some sort of peaceful homecoming— a sweet, sad lullaby to usher me into whatever waited afterward.
“When you erupt, girl, make sure it is felt across worlds.”
“There are many types of strength beyond the ability to wield a blade and end lives.”
“Only Nesta would not just conquer Death— but pillage it.”
“I belong to no one. But my heart belongs to you.”
“We’re all broken. In our own ways— in places no one might see.”
“Only you can decide what breaks you, Cursebreaker. Only you.”
“Remember that you are a wolf. And you cannot be caged.”
“It’s a rare person to face who they truly are and not run from it— not be broken by it.“
It also has quotes like:
“We are at your disposal,” Cassian offered with a mock bow. “I wasn’t aware you could read,” Amren said sweetly.
“As far as I can recall, Cassian,” Rhys countered drily, “you actually said you needed a reprieve from staring at our ugly faces, and that some ladies would add some much-needed prettiness for you to look at all day.”
“You don’t mind fixing the wall or going to the Court of Nightmares, but speaking to people is where you draw your line?”
Something thumped in front of me. A bottle of wine. “It’s fine if you drink directly from it,” was all Mor said.
“But this is war. We don’t have the luxury of good ideas— only picking between the bad ones.”
“That’s twice now we’ve handed you your asses. I’d think you’d be sick of the humiliation.”
“I don’t think we were introduced properly earlier,” he crooned to Nesta. “I’m—” “I don’t care,” Nesta said with a snap of her wrist, striding right past him and up to my side.
“For someone who was just dead,” I said tightly, “you seem remarkably relaxed.”