shes bald

Honestly i wouldn’t doubt if Juliet used all the money they got as gifts from their wedding on her designer stiff/cosmetic procedures. Neither one of them makes enough money to afford that kind of lifestyle. They don’t live in an expensive apartment. Its not in a complex with added features like a pool, free yoga, exercise room etc. Its just a regular free standing outdated complex unit. They also don’t have new furniture. Everything they own is very old from literally 5+ years ago. Its stuff they had from before she went bald! Moreover, Andy still shops at H&M and topshop. they isn’t lavish and doesn’t have an expensive car. Speaking of, corns cant even afford a car! 

Juliet is always selling stuff online. People who can actually afford labels KEEP them. They don’t buy shit that “doesn’t fit” its so obvious she is buying all those things off eBay or getting them for a good deal at thrift shops. Theres no shortage of them at any LA thrift shop. Literally everyone thrift shop sells gucci, ysl, LV etc (I’m not sure what percentage are real, but they could pass and they all have a section of designer items lol)

I bet more than anything that she used the wedding money to fund her closet and fuck up her face. They obviously didn’t use it on furniture, she doesn’t cook so nothing for the kitchen, she doesn’t drive and he already has a car. 

She probably used all the money on handbags and botox and wanted to continue feeding into this lifestyle but couldn’t afford it so decided the only way to make money (since she doesn’t work or have a career of any kind) is to sell old stuff. 

Anyone who makes a substantial amount of money isn’t going to be selling cheap shit and old BRAS and UNDERWEAR online. She doing it because she doesn’t have a job, has a lot of time on her hands, and wants to take advantage of naive kids who love Andy.

Seriously who do you now who makes a lot of money (to affords dozens of designer shoes, sunglasses, clothes, gold jewelry, etc) who rummages through their closet to sell old panties and Forever 21 bras! Poor Andy is still stick at H&M while this cunt is running around town with a Gucci purse.

Cute Bus Stop Guy

Sterek, Teen, 2K words, Meet Cute AU


Stiles groaned and took a very long swig from his travel coffee mug as he hitched his messenger bag up higher on his shoulder. It was barely eight in the morning, and consequently, he could barely keep his eyes open. He was a grad student for fuck’s sake, and it was understood that in order to make up for the shitty stipend and the whole working-around-the-clock thing, he got to sleep in until 10. At least. After all, if he was up until 3 working, it was only fair. But noooo, his advisor—fuck you, Finstock—had insisted on an early meeting today.

He passed the bus stop and realized that at least he was lucky in that he lived close enough to campus that he could walk instead of dealing with public transportation at rush hour. Small condolences, really, though.

He yawned and accidentally bumped into someone walking past him. Stiles tried to apologize, but the word got stuck in his throat when he opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the person he’d nearly knocked over. He was about Stiles’ height but bigger, all broad shoulders and muscles capped off by really great hair and an unfairly attractive face. “Uh.”

The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that.

He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.

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Someone save Solas from Miel.

World Of Glass (Jughead Jones)

You were are really sweet girl, kind and caring; you didn’t had the best body but there were tons of guys crushing on you.

You were loved by most people, even Cheryl said nice things about you ones in a while.

Class was finished so you grabbed your bag and got out of the classroom and as you walked down the hallway you found Reggie and his friends picked on some guy, Reggie was about to throw the laptop of the boy in the trash can when you caught his attention

“Reggie!” You scolded him as you walked over to him, he froze and grinned nervously “Give me the laptop, Reggie” you instructed him in an authoritative tone, yet sweet.

He rolled his eyes “C'mon Y/N, we were joking, right Jug?” He said and the Jug guy stood silent, sending him dangers through his cold stare

“Give me the laptop” you said simply and he sighed before handing it over to you “Thank you. Now go” you said in a friendly tone, the boys left and Reggie gave Jug one last glare before leaving you behind. “Sorry about them” you apologized to the tall boy before handing him the laptop

“Thanks” he said simply walking away, you titled your head to the side as you watched him leave, there was something about him that intrigued you.

(…)

“Okay, time to make the pairs for this semester’s project” the teacher said and everyone started looking for a pair, except for you, you were sat on your place caught up in your reading. “Who wants to be Jughead’s partner?” You heard the teacher say, you couldn’t help but look around.

Everyone stood silent, looking at each other nervously or just pretending that the teacher didn’t said anything, you looked over to Jughead who was writing something on his laptop completely concentrated in that and ignoring the fact that one wanted to be his partner.

You bit your lip slightly before raising your hand and smiling “I’ll do it” you said and you could feel the boy’s eyes on the back of your head, the teacher smiling widely

“Thank you Y/N, you may go with Jughead” he instructed and you nodded before walking over to him and greeting him as you shook your hand slightly, he looked at you completely puzzled before murmuring a soft “Hi” under his breath.

You sat beside him a small grin on your lips “Why did you volunteered?” He asked you rather intrigued and you raised and eyebrow

“You want to do it on your own? Cause if you do it’s fine, I’ll just leave” you replied kindly and he shook his head

“No, that’s not what I meant” he said neutrally “I mean why do you want to be partners with me?” He asked and you shrugged

“Well we both needed a partner” you answered simply
“Don’t you have friends?” He asked with a little rudeness but you brushed it off and shook your head
“There’s a difference between knowing people and being friends with them” you said and the bell rang, you hoped off your chair and grabbed your bag “Should we do the project after school?” You asked and he nodded “You don’t mind if we walk?”

“No” he said and you smiled and waved him goodbye as you left for your next class

At the end of the school Jughead was leaned against the door frame of your classroom, his headphones were placed on his ears above his beanie, you walked over to him and tapped his shoulder.

He looked at you and you smile making a little gesture with your head telling him to follow you, you walked side by side and talked about pointless things, he was really interesting when you took the time to know him.

You pulled out your keys and opened the door, letting Jughead go in behind you “Mom, I’m home!” You called out as Jughead closer the door behind him

“In the living room, darling!” She replied and both of you headed there, then you saw her, her hair was really short, some places were still bald, the veins were visible, specially in her hands and neck, she was pail and looked really tired.

Nevertheless she smiled sweetly at the sight of you, when she noticed the black haired boy behind you she gasped slightly “Honey! You should’ve told me we would have a visitor, I don’t want your friends to see my bald head!” She scolded you half serious, you giggled giving her a peck on the cheek

“Mom you’re still beautiful with or without cancer” you hugged her and Jughead looked at you with both eyes wide open in surprise. “We would be upstairs” you informed your mom holding Jug’s hand and guiding him up the stairs.

After some time of working you could feel him staring at you, so you looked up at him smiling “What?” You asked

“How can you be so sweet when your life is falling apart?” He asked and you closed the book that laid down on your legs

“I don’t know really it’s just the way I am” you shrugged and he went back to reading, and none of you would have known that since that day you became inseparable

Later that day Jughead went back to writing his book where he wrote about you saying :

“When I first met her I couldn’t help but be curious, she was sweet, no one had nothing bad to say about her.

Not even Cheryl.

Loved by everyone yet a lonely girl; bubbly and kind with a dark past, her whole world was made of glass”.

Hair

Trichotillomania.

A mouthful of a name for the compulsion to pull out your own hair. All hair, the hair on your head, arms, your eyelashes, eyebrows. Lots of people have it, it’s usually paired with anxiety and other lovely issues.  

Mine got worse when I felt anxious, my fingers would just curl up in my hair and I’d pluck a strand out. Then another one. And another one. During high school I’d beg the principal to allow me to wear a hat to school so no one could see the bald patches but he told me ‘Just stop pulling out your hair.’

Needless to say, I got picked on. A lot.

I suppose it was a learned habit though.

My mother pulled out her hair too.

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I don’t have enough energy or motivation to actually sit and flesh this story out, but its been stuck in my head for ages and like… just imagine Kara deciding to shed her identity as Kara Danvers in order to focus on being Supergirl (because of an accident, or she was too busy with personal life to make it in time to save someone, etc), and Lena Luthor investigates because “what the hell is with all these inconsistencies on her death? first an allergy, then a car crash, and now she’s been lost at sea? wtf is going on??”

But srsly, just imagine:

  • “What do you mean you want to kill yourself?” Alex asks, face twisted in bewilderment. “Jesus!” she exclaims, burying her face in her hands. “They don’t make Prozac strong enough for Kryptonian metabolisms!” And it takes awhile, but Kara is eventually able to calm her down (and has to steal her phone mid-way to keep her from calling their mom on her) and explain that she doesn’t actually want to kill herself, just the Kara Danvers side of her so that she can be Supergirl full time.
  • It takes a long time to convince Alex of her plan, and even longer to get J’onn’s approval, but a week later Kara Danvers no longer exists and Supergirl has full reign of crime-fighting in National City.
  • A few days later, Lena Luthor is browsing through the daily paper and is struck dumb by one of the names in the obituaries. “Kara Danvers, 25, cause of death: peanut allergy.” It suddenly makes sense why she hasn’t heard from the bubbly reporter in well over a week, but she’s also extremely confused because she swears she’s seen Kara devour a super-sized bag of trail mix and then ask for a PB&J to wash it all down.
  • (Ofc, Alex is positively pissed. “A peanut allergy?” she cries, throwing the paper down atop her sister’s new desk at the DEO. “What?” Kara asks, innocently. “Statistically, peanut allergies are the highest-…” “SAVE IT.”)
  • Lena rushes over to CatCo, demanding to speak with Kara’s former boss because it can’t possibly be true. Kara can’t really be dead. When she finally confronts the balding Carr, all he offers is a shrug and, “I dunno, I heard she fell off a cliff or something.” And Lena is just, “.. or something?? How does one fall off a cliff or something!?
  • She forces her way into James’s office, interrupting a meeting with one of his editors, but a single glare is all it takes to clear the room. “I’m sorry,” James apologizes, avoiding eye contact. “She went to visit her family in Midvale, and was hit by a drunk driver.”
  • Now Lena is confused, angry, and a little bit hurt. All she’s getting is the run-around, nothing adds up, and all she wants to know is if her friend is alive. She returns to her office, cancels all her meetings and work for the day, and drowns her sorrow in a bottle of scotch or two.
  • Later that night, she’s sprawled across the couch, nursing a headache and a full pitcher of water when she spots Supergirl fly by. Suddenly, she’s up and out the door of her balcony, because surely, if anyone were to know what had happened to Kara, it would be Supergirl! They were close, apparently, so why not?
  • Kara, who is leisurely patrolling the neighborhood, screeches to a halt mid-flight as a black stiletto flies past her. She turns just in time to watch as a half-drunk Lena Luthor stumbles, stripping off her second shoe before flinging it once more in her direction.
  • Baffled by the flying footwear, she gently goads Lena back into her office, nodding patiently along as the Luthor babbles so quickly, not even she can keep up. Eventually, she’s able to piece enough of it together, and her face goes red with shame. She knew she’d forgotten something!
  • Lena watches as Supergirl turns bashful, nothing like the strong, confident woman she’d come to admire. She isn’t sure if its the alcohol, but something feels strangely familiar with the way she fidgets, and though her vision has doubled, it’s like seeing Kara Danvers and Supergirl standing side-by-side.
  • Then it hits her, and Lena wants to cry. She interrupts Supergirl, who is in the middle of a tragic tale about Kara drowning at sea, and asks her to close her eyes. Kara, as expected, is confused, but chalks it up to the strange request of a drunk woman and obliges. Lena grabs her reading glasses off the desk and slips them onto Supergirl, and the resemblance is so uncanny, her suspicions can’t be anything but true.
  • The next thing Kara knows, she’s being smacked across the head with a flower vase. And then a book. And really, anything else a furious Lena Luthor can get her hands on. It doesn’t hurt. She hardly feels it. But the tears brimming in Lena’s eyes… well, those are downright painful, and she lets the woman vent her frustrations as she yells, and scolds, and screams about how she thought she’d lost the only person she cared for in National City - perhaps in all the world.
  • Eventually, she stops being angry, and all she can do is fling herself into Kara’s arms and squeeze her with all the strength she has. Kara holds her, letting her cry, apologizing profusely between her every hiccup and sob.
  • “I wanted to tell you,” she promises, “Really, I did. You’re one of my best friends, and I care about you too much to put that burden on you. Not when you’re already a big enough target for your name, and I just.. I’m just not strong enough…” “To protect me?” “No, to lose you..” And Lena half-sobs, half-laughs, “And you think I am?” “Lena,s you’re the strongest person I know.”
  • Then Kara explains how she wanted to devote her full time to being Supergirl because the world needs her more, and Lena tells her, “you can’t save everyone, and you need to live a balanced life. that means Kara Danvers AND Supergirl, together.” Because Kara is totally whipped, she lets Lena convince her to rethink her decision, and makes up a story for Kara Danvers to come back.
  • Ofc, she can’t go back to CatCo though, because that’d be really weird with everyone thinking she was dead (they had a memorial!). Lena takes her on at L-Corp as a PR agent, where she can keep a better eye on her and make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid like this ever again