1.6.17 // It’s June, which means I’ve started my summer job. Goodbye free time. There was a systemwide issue with course registration. Basically I don’t know when I’m going to register for classes (yay stress).
The first time I saw her… Everything in my head went quiet. All the tics, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. When you have Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments. Even in bed, I’m thinking: Did I lock the doors? Yes. Did I wash my hands? Yes. Did I lock the doors? Yes. Did I wash my hands? Yes. But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips.. Or the eyelash on her cheek— the eyelash on her cheek— the eyelash on her cheek. I knew I had to talk to her. I asked her out six times in thirty seconds. She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going. On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or fucking talking to her… But she loved it. She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times if it was Wednesday. She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk. When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely locked the door eighteen times. I’d always watch her mouth when she talked— when she talked— when she talked— when she talked when she talked; when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges. At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off. She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her. Some mornings I’d start kissing her goodbye but she’d just leave cause I was just making her late for work… When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking… When she said she loved me her mouth was a straight line. She told me that I was taking up too much of her time. Last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place. She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but… How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touched her? Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. I can’t – I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her. Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars… And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel.. How she turns shower knobs like she’s opening a safe. How she blows out candles— blows out candles— blows out candles— blows out candles— blows out candles— blows out… Now, I just think about who else is kissing her. I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once — he doesn’t care if it’s perfect! I want her back so bad… I leave the door unlocked. I leave the lights on.
pairing: peter parker x superhero!f!reader word count: 1k warnings: swearing probably, but apart from that not rly. summary: reader is one of peter’s best friends and has so far successfully hidden the fact that she’s a butt-kicking superhero by night until she finds herself fighting side-by-side with spiderman and getting a little injured.
a/n: thank you all so much for the reaction to the last part of this fic! Sorry it took so long, I knew what I wanted for the beginning but the rest was a bit fuzzy anyway! we’re just gonna roll with it. I think I’m going to turn this into a mini-fic, :)
p.s. btw Ned already knows Peter is Spider-man in this part ! also why is it so damn hard to find a qual blank gif of ned + peter staring at liz?! siiiigh.
p.p.s. sorry if you have a cat.
As you turned from the lunch line, your feet instinctively walked towards Ned and Peter’s table, plopping yourself down with your tray, sitting at your usual spot in front of them.
“Hey guys, so I know that I wasn’t there yesterday but how was-” You abruptly stopped when you realized that you held neither of the two boy’s line of sight. Instead, they were busy gazing past your shoulder, Peter’s head rested on his hand and a very visible dreamy look sported in his eyes.
You turned your form to see what these two boys were looking at, but from the dreamy look that Peter had, you could already guess what—or more probably, who—was behind you.
description: It started out simple, but when your feelings start to grow for the idol who isn’t allowed to date, things get complicated.
You could feel the music pulsing around your body as you
swayed in time with the beat. There were packs of dancing figures surrounding
you, and you suddenly felt the need for a break from the suffocating atmosphere.
You wiggled your way through the mob of people until you reached the outside,
and took in a relieved breath; but you immediately regret it because your lungs
are instantaneously filled with cigarette smoke from the abundance of lounging
You had somehow
managed to make it into the VIP section of the club that night, probably due to
the short red dress that hitched higher and higher up your legs with every
movement you made. It was strange, every time you turned your head there was
another famous person catching your eye. You weren’t too into celebrity
culture, but you couldn’t help but find it kind of surreal seeing all these
people that were usually just pictures in a magazine, or pixels on a screen,
standing right before your eyes.
You couldn’t stop the fit of coughing that overtook you, as
you tried to expel the rancid smoke that had invaded your body. You stumbled
forward slightly, as you tried to make your way to the bar for a drink, when
you suddenly feel a hand being placed on your back. You whip your head to the
side to try and politely ask the stranger to not touch you, but when his face
comes into view all of your words are lost.
There was no mistaking his raven black hair that paired with
his fiery eyes, which contrasted greatly with his cute bunny-like smile.
The Story Of A Girl Who Has A Crush On A Cute Cashier
“It’s okay, you can do this, talk to her. She’s just a girl. Just a gal. Like you. There’s nothing weird about this. She’s human, you’re human. Everything should be fine.” I whispered to myself until I noticed what I was doing and stopped. I approached the front desk and looked at the cute cashier.
I only gave her a glance but it was enough to see what I wanted to see. I saw her beautiful neon blue hair, her adorable freckles and her pink eyes. I saw the little chub to her cheeks and I saw the smirk on her face as she played a game on her phone while waiting for customers. I saw enough to know I was in love.
“Hello.” I said, and my voice cracked. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. I put down my things on the counter and remained quiet.
Ostara is a celebration of the Spring Equinox (March 21) celebrated by many practicing Wiccans, Pagans, and Witches. It marks the day when night and day are equal and balanced. The Sun God’s strength increases and the Goddess celebrates her fertility. Together they bring us Spring.
Ostara is a time for the celebration of fertility and balance, But fertility can be many things. It can be a new beginning hope, Or a fresh start. A goodbye to the harsh cold Winter, And a hello to the change Spring brings us.
Eggs are commonly used for symbolism on this day as they have always been a symbol for fertility and life.
Ostara is very similar to the Christian holiday, Easter where followers celebrate the resurrection of Jesus. Both are celebrating life.
Eggs are commonly used for symbolism on this day as they have always been a symbol for fertility and life.
So what can you do to invite this change and fertility into your life?
Take some egg shells, And hollow them out The idea is to make little “Pots”. Once that is done, Hold them, And think of what you need in your life. A new love? Peace? Healing? What ever it may be write your wishes for the Year on your shells and use them as planters for seeds. Water them, Take care of them and know that as your seedlings grow, They are pulling nourishment from the shells. They are being infused with your own intention. They’re bringing your spell to life.
Once they outgrow there little homes, Plant them outdoors so that they can be a reminder of what Spring brings to you.
i heard @nihilist-toothpaste wanted ridiculously soppy dan-deciding-to-stay-in-florida. this happened. hi.
Sunrise comes soft and Easter-egg yellow, seeping into the sky like honey, the salty-fresh wind off the waves cutting through the warmer night air. Phil’s hand is cold and comforting in Dan’s – the beach is empty – they’re walking much closer than they usually do and Dan can’t bring himself to care very much.
“I’m going to miss you,” Dan says, quiet. Phil smiles at him sideways, crooked and bittersweet. His sunglasses cover his eyes, but Dan knows the expression in them all the same.
Graduation. The day that everyone was praying to approach faster even though life was a big obstacle waiting to kick everyone’s ass. You stood beside Jeff, holding his hand, and with every other senior that made it to the last day of school in Liberty High. This was the day Jeff was so proud of because he thought that his one, barely passing grade in History was going to affect his future. You had faith in him and kept him motivated as well as helped him alongside Clay, the junior who was a genius.
Now, here you both are standing together in your blue cap and gowns, waiting for the ceremony to start. While Jeff would be going to his assigned placement, you would be taking a seat on stage beside faculty members as you were appointed the 2017 Valedictorian. You watched with happiness as parents were tearing up watching their babies sit down, ready to be pushed out of the demo version of school and into the version that makes you pay around at least forty or forty-five thousand dollars a year.
When the ceremony was finally starting, you said goodbye to Jeff, kissing him quickly before you departed and went your ways. Principal Bolan did his short introduction and then you were up at the podium with your speech.
your existence still bends to me into a question mark. were you even real to begin with? when you love someone too much every sunset ends with a smile and every sunrise starts with a goodbye. but the pillow is always there to hold us when we can’t make things right with each other. your memory is another breath i take and your smile another light i see. i wish i could have more you and less rain but the sky is crying so loudly blinding my tears. the difference between you and dreams is a thin line i can’t define. i still see you between red and blue. i still see you between shadows and lights. i still see you between music and silence. i still see you between books and reality. i still see you but were you even real to begin with?
Description: Zach’s girlfriend finds out what he did to Hannah, and breaks up with him.
*I’ve been in love with this song, and I got the idea for this imagine.
*I might do a Part 2 to this one.
*I do NOT own the gifs
Break My Heart - Hey Violet
“I will not forget all the wonderful things you’ve done”
Hannah Baker is dead.
The words echoed through my head as I sat at my lunch table. My friends were also in the same melancholy mood. We couldn’t believe it, we weren’t close with her, but we all had her in our classes and we did talk to her from time to time. She was our friend.
I looked up and made eye contact with my boyfriend Zach Dempsey, who was sitting with the popular crowd. He looked defeated, and had bags under his eyes. Justin Foley and Alex Standall, who were both next to him were whispering furiously to each other.
I wanted to go comfort Zach, but we decided that it would be for the best if no one knew. Liberty High was full of assholes and sluts, people that would ruin me.
Just like they ruined Hannah.
I knew that Hannah was struggling with all the rumors that circled her like she was a piece of meat. And that is why we keep it a secret.
Zach stood abruptly from the table, his chair making a loud screeching sound as he walked out of the cafeteria. His friends watched him go, and I decided to follow. Giving him a few minutes; I said bye to my friends and threw out my lunch. The halls greeted me with the gentle touch of silence, which wrapped around me like a cloak.
Walking towards his locker, I spotted him leaning against it. Silently I approached him. Not wanting to scare him I waved my arm.
Zach looked vulnerable.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I cooed softly, wrapping my tiny arms around his large frame.
“Nothing Y/N.” He said in a gruff voice, trying to push me away.
I pulled away and tried to get him to look me in the eyes, “Is it about Hannah?” And with that, he froze. “Am here if you want to talk.”
“Well I don’t want to talk to you.” I could hear the coldness in his voice as I took a few steps back.
“Zachary Dempsey, you do not speak to me like that. I’ll go ask Clay if you won’t tell me.” I started to walk away from him before I felt his large hand wrap around my upper arm. “No,”
“I j-just….” And with that he completely broke down; sobbing on my shoulder and quivering. “Shh…”
We stayed like that until the bell rang.
And then he straightened up, put on his infamous smirk, nodded at me, and walked away. Leaving me behind.
“Y/N, how well do you know your boyfriend?” Clay asked me a few weeks after the incident in the hallway. I was opening my locker and retrieving my history books. He was the only one that knew about me and Zach. He’s my cousin, and he found a picture of us when he was over for a family dinner.
“Why? Did something happen?” I looked up and noticed that Clay looked out of it. Turning around and facing the other end of the hallway, Justin was staring us down with a calculated gaze, along with Zach, who looked like he was about to walk over here.
“I think he had something to do with Hannah’s death.” I stopped before closing my locker. Turning to Clay, I didn’t want to believe him, but ever since the whole school found out, Zach has been more distant lately: never answering my texts or calls, purposefully ignoring me in classes, not making eye contact, or sometimes running into me “by mistake”, just so he could talk to me in school.
Zach was a great boyfriend: always treating me right. But lately, it was like he was trying to break my heart. Looking back over at Zach and his group, I made my decision. “Okay Clay, walk with me to my next class.”
Clay and I started to walk down the hallway towards our history class. We were getting closer and closer to Zach and his friends, and I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. Ignoring it, I looked straight at Zach, and then the rest of his friends.
We made it to class safely without a scratch and I sighed in relief when I noticed that we had a substitute teacher. I sat down and then turned to Clay, “Alright cuz’, what’s going on.”
Fifty minutes and a shattered heart later, I had heard everything I needed to: Hannah was bullied, not only by Justin Foley and his group, but even by my faithful boyfriend.
When the bell rang, symbolizing the end of the day, I hurriedly grabbed my things and sprinted out of the classroom, making it to the parking lot in record time. I could easily find Zach’s six three frame standing by his car, talking with some kids in his biology class.
I made my way through the parked cars and finally reached his. When Zach finally noticed me he said goodbye to the other kids and made his way towards me.
“Y/N what’s wrong?” He looked worried.
I held my hand up to stop him from coming closer, “Tell me it isn’t true Zach.”
His face paled, “Y-Y/N..” He paused, “She’s lying.”
My eyes narrowed, “No she isn’t. You think I’m stupid.”
Zach ran his hand through his hair, a act of nervousness. “No, I think you’re the smartest girl in the world, and the dumbest for dating me.”
“So it is true.”
He tried to take a few steps towards me, but I refused. I was disgusted with the boy in front of me. I always told Zach that his friends weren’t good people, but he refused to listen to me. He told me once that he always wanted to be the popular guy with the beautiful girlfriend that he could show off to his friends. He had all of that, except for the showing me off part.
“I don’t want to break up like this, tell me you never loved me. Or-r that it wasn’t real and that you found somebody else.” I whispered.
“Break my heart Zach.”
I looked up at him to find him already staring at me, with a heartbroken look on his face. I felt a few tears slip from my watery Y/E/C eyes and I wiped them away with my sleeve.
“Y/N.” He whispered, “I can’t-t.”
Even though he was the strongest on the court, he was the weakest when it came to me. I was his kryptonite. Without looking at him I straightened my backpack and slowly turned around and started to walk away.
“Goodbye Zach, I hope you have a great rest of your high school life. I hope you got the full experience of high school.”
connor murphy x reader who meet thanks to a little kid
requested: yOUR EVAN HANSEN DATING HEADCANONS WERE ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE OMG how about some connor murphy ones next? ;o -anon
word count: 1646 i’m sorry i’m so extra
You’d decided to work as a camp counselor this summer because you loved kids and it would be lots of fun and would get you some money
Every day you would take them out to the park around the block from the camp
And every day there would be this boy about your age dressed completely in black lurking in a corner of the park that you thought was connor murphy from school but then he’s never really at school so??
You were usually good at keeping track of all of the kids but one little boy had made you a daisy chain and you were busy admiring it, so you didn’t notice when a little girl wandered over to emo dude
By the time you had satisfied the boy, you realized that Annabelle had run off and started panicking and looking for her
And then you found her crying with emo dude frantically trying to calm her down
it wasn’t working poor guy
So you ran over there and left your friend in charge of the other kids
Poor annabelle was absolutely terrified of him- but who could blame her?? He was towering over her, wearing absolutely no color, and very clearly freaking out
After plenty of hugs and reassurances she finally calmed down enough to relax before promptly falling asleep- you’d been there so long that the other counselors had taken the rest of the kids back to camp to take their naps and apparently annabelle is comeplety in sync with the camp schedule
‘i swear i did nothing, i just turned around and she was there crying’ poor emo dude
‘Connor, right? You go to my school. It’s fine, little kids tend to be scared of people or things they don’t know’
connor is just so shocked because you remembered his name???? he wasn’t just the freak to you??? and also you weren’t immediately blaming him? he’s in love
You realize that you should head back to camp but annabelle looks so peaceful and happy that you just pick her up so she can keep sleeping and start to say goodbye to connor
but he actually likes you and you’ve been nice to him so far? So he kinda wants to spend more time with you
‘Wait, i’ll walk you back. It’s my fault you got left behind anyways’
you try and reassure him that it’s not his fault and you’re fine, it’s just around the block dude but he’s actually kinda cute when he’s not making little kids cry?
You start walking and you’ve barely made it out of the park before he starts freaking out and thinks that you just agreed because you were planning to make fun of him
‘this is all just some fucking set up isn’t it? right around that corner you’ve probably got a bunch of people from school to make fun of me’
you try to tell him that nope, that would take way too much clairvoyance and planning and just generally having your life together but he’s not even listening at this point and you’re worried that he’s gonna wake up annabelle
so you just grab him and start whisper-yelling that ‘oh my god is it that hard for you to accept that somebody doesn’t hate you and thinks you’re kinda cute and wants to get to know you better’
and he’s just so shocked that he stops walking because you think he’s cute???? Tbh he’ld rather go for mysterious and intimidatingly hot but he’ll take it
but you speed up because god four year olds are actually kinda heavy?? And poor con has to run to catch up while waving for you to slow down bc at first he’s so confused because you’re leaving him behind?? But once he realizes that your arms are tired he takes Annabelle from you and shit connor just went from kinda cute to the love of your life how does a little kid make him look so soft and gentle?
it didn’t really make a difference because you were almost there but it was still sweet
You get there and he just hesitates before handing annabelle back to you and you’re not sure why
‘do you maybe want to go for ice cream after you’re done working?’
You’re so shocked because this really cute boy is asking you out?? but he takes your silence as disgust and is just like ‘obviously nobody as cute or nice as you would want to go out with a freak like me i’ll just go’ and he starts walking away
and now you’re even more shocked because he thinks you’re cute and nice!!1! But you realize he’s leaving and he also still has annabelle? Like did he not even notice that she’s still snuggled up to him
so you call after him and get him to come back bc obviously you want to go
‘i get done at three’
His face just completely lights up and he looks so beautiful when he smiles he should do that wAY more often
you kiss his cheek and take Annabelle inside the camp building and he just stands there blushing. connor murphy. Blushing. yep. that boy is whipped lol
You’ld think that he’ld go somewhere else for three hours but nope that boy just sits on a bench across the street and waits for you to come out for all three hours in the hot sun in all black bc he doesn’t want to be late and miss you and make you think he stood you up
when you finally get done you two decide to walk to a la mode because zoe has the murphy car and your family doesn’t have an extra
and once you’ve gotten there and gotten your ice cream- mint chocolate chip for you and rainbow sherbet for him (he secretly loves it fight me)- (which connor insisted on paying for) and have finally sat down and eaten most of your ice cream and really gotten into a deep conversation with connor you suddenly get mauled by a four year old on a sugar high bc apparently annabelle’s mom thought it would be fun to take her out for a treat
She’s really apologetic but says that you’re annabelle’s favorite counselor and she looks up to you so much that you just can’t help but say that it’s totally fine
poor con immediately tenses up and shrinks into himself because he likes you and you’re nice and he doesn’t want to ruin this
but you’re determined so you sit annabelle on your lap so connor doesn’t look so tall and gently introduce her to him
she tries to shake his hand and he’s so nervous
But then she see his hair and reaches over the table to play with it and at first he recoils and is like ‘ew no her hands are so sticky’ but she just smiles at him with her crooked little teeth and he absolutely melts and they’re just so adorable you have to take a photo (which will soon become your lockscreen)
At first he was a little bit uncomfortable but then he relaxes and starts talking to her and actually enjoying her company? until you guys decide to leave so annabelle goes scampering back to her mom and connor is quiet as you walk out but he just looks so proud of himself
he asks you if you want to go back to his house bc his parents and zoe should be out and your date was kinda crashed by an adorable pre-schooler
And of course you agree and at some point on the walk you grab his hand and he blushes again
And once you get to the murphy house he’s really surprised because his parents and zoe are home?? and they of course ambush him the moment he steps into the house asking where he’s been and if he’s been smoking again because you really should be hanging out with other kids and not just pot connor but then you step in behind him and everyone’s really shocked
his parents love you so much even if they’re a bit confused on how you like connor bc they think you might be a good influence
But zoe is just like :O bc you’re the girl that wears cute flowery sundresses and plays with little kids all day and connor’s…. well… him. but she goes with it bc alana’s out of town and she could use someone else to hang out with
connor just pulls you out of there and up into his room and starts complaining about his parents and you just sit on his bed watching him pace back and forth
but he seems to just be working himself up so you grab him and hug him and he just melts into it and all the tension leaves him and it’s really sweet
you two lie on his bed and cuddle and talk till you have to go home
he walks you to your house but you stop before you go in to write your phone number on his arm bc of course he forgot his phone in his room
You’re about to go in but then he asks you to be his girlfriend
He’s really shy about it and tbh he kinda sounds like evan but he’s never felt like this about anyone else and he’s a bit nervous
you just kiss him and he’s so shocked bc somebody wants to kiss him?? but also because it’s just so gentle and sweet and pure and he just never thought he could have anything that soft and precious
you whisper that you’ld love to in his ear and then dart inside
con just stands there touching his fingers to his lips till he comes to his senses and wants to text you
That hard concentrated look on his face while he's drinking just does something for me. Like imagining him getting a bit serious with you after all your teasing and he's just giving you that look that tells you 'just wait till we get back to the room'...
A/N: This blurb involves consensual spanking. If you are not comfortable with that, please do not continue.
Pub nights went one of two ways with Niall and his friends. Sometimes they were long, drawn out affairs where pints were nursed and conversation was low and easy. More often than not though, they were frenetic affairs that quickly devolved into drinking games, and general debauchery. You’d become accustomed to dealing with Niall and his gaggle of “lads”, once referring to them as “my own lost boys”. Niall had wrapped his arm around you and with a lopsided grin corrected your assessment. “No no love, haven’t you seen Twitter? Louis is Peter Pan, not me.” You’d shoved his chest lightly and rolled your eyes at him. “You’re right babe”, you nodded sagely, “you’re more like Tinkerbell.” Niall had scowled deeply and spent the rest of the night pouting into his drink while . It hadn’t helped that Bressie was out with you that night and repeatedly picked Niall up by the scruff of his coat and shook him while yelling “Where’s tha fairy dust, Chief?”
It’s been less than an hour since Jughead left. (Y\n) was still in her room. She already calmed down and now had this weird eptiness inside her, which a lot of people feel after having a break down. She didn’t want to do anything at all. The girl just layed on the couch, constantly thinking and reminiscing, waiting for Kevin to come and drag her out of this state. The doorbell rang. (Y\n) ran downstairs and opened the door. As she expected, it was Kevin. But he wasn’t alone. There was Veronica standing beside him. They both waved at her. “Hi, sweety pie,” Veronica said, smiling at (Y\n), making her smile back. “Hi,” (Y\n) greeted her friends. She was surprised, but happy to see Ronnie. “I see you guys come as a matching set,” the girl referenced what V said on her’s and Betty’s audition for their places in River Vixens cheerleading team. “Come in.” The two walked inside (Y\n)’s house. “I noticed that you were feeling kinda sad today so I wanted to cheer you up,” Veronica said, closing the door behind her. “As I promised,” Kevin handed her a milkshake. “Aw, thank you,” the girl said and took a sip. “Let’s go upstairs.” They all came into (Y\n)’s room and sat on the couch. “How are you feeling?” Kevin asked. “Uhm… I’m alright, I guess. I talked with him so I feel a little better now,” (Y\n) answered. “What? You talked?” Veronica raised her eyebrows. “Well, he came over and… Wait. Ronnie, you…” (Y\n) and Kevin looked at their friend with surprised looks, realising that she knew what they were talking about. (Y\n) turned to Kevin to ask if he told her but he immidiately shook his head no without her even saying a word. “Ah, come on, (Y\n), did you really think I wouldn’t figure it out? Who do you think I am?” - Veronica said. “Yeah, right,” the girl chuckled. “So, what do you guys want to do? Do you want to stay over? We could watch some movies or something like that.” “Sure, sounds good to me,” Kevin said. “That’s a great idea, BUT. You still didn’t tell us what happend when Jughead came over,” Veronica’s voice was filled with excitement. “Nothing much, really. He said that he’s sorry, I cried and said that it’s not his fault. I think we both decided that we’re just friends. Huh, as if we ever were something more than that,” (Y\n) said. “Of course you were!” Veronica exclaimed. “I mean, everyone saw that there was something between you two. People who want to be "just friends” wouldn’t act like you did,“ she wanted to say more, but noticed that Kevin gave her a worried look. She put her hand on (Y\n)’s shoulder. "Sorry, I’ll stop torturing you.” “Now, let’s pick something to watch,” Kevin changed the topic and turned the TV on. An hour later, the three found themselves snuggled up on the couch under some blankets, watching a movie that Kevin chose and eating snacks that they managed to find in the kitchen. “Please tell me I didn’t ruin our friendship,” (Y\n) said quietly, sighing. Veronica and Kevin faced away from the screen and looked at her. “Of course you did…” Kev said and paused for a second. “…not.” The girls giggled and (Y\n) elbowed him. “Don’t worry about it. I think this friendship can stand literally any drama in the world,” Ronnie said. “I mean, think about it. Betty liked Archie, but he rejected her and slept with his music teacher. Me and Archie kissed in Cheryl Blossom’s closet while Betty was in the room. Crazy, right? But everything’s fine. Like nothing ever happened.” “But what about Betty?” (Y\n) asked, nervously tugging the sleeves of her sweater. “And what about her? She went almost through the same thing that you’re going through now. She won’t judge you. She’s still our bestfriend. Your bestfriend. It won’t change. Not because of that,” Kevin replied. Veronica smiled at him, letting him know that she liked what he said. “Yeah, you’re right,” (Y\n) nodded and suddenly remembered about the TV. “Shit, we missed like half of the movie because of me.” The next morning Veronica and (Y\n) headed to Pop’s. They were supposed to meet Archie, Betty and Jughead there and have a breakfast together. Kevin said that he had some other plans, so they went without him. Ronnie asked (Y\n) if she really wanted to go numerous times. “If you’re not ready to meet him after what happened yesterday, it’s okay. Just tell me if you’re not. I’ll come up with an excuse for you,” she said to her. “No, V. I’m ready. Everything will be fine,” (Y\n) replied. Of course, she was a bit scared and nervous, but she didn’t want to hide or avoid anyone. She just wanted to let it go. Eventually, everything went quite well. They had some milkshakes, as always, talked about different stuff and laughed a lot. The little things that made people around (Y\n) think that she’s not okay weren’t there this time. It wasn’t awkward or anything like that. It was just fine. “Like nothing ever happened.” When the friends finished their breakfast, they walked out of the diner and started saying goodbye to each other. Archie planned to work on some music with Valerie, Veronica needed to meet with her mom. (Y\n) thought that Jug and Betty would probably want to hang out together, so she said bye and decided to go back home. When (Y\n) left, Jughead and Betty stood near the diner for a little while, talking, then kissed goodbye and separated. After a few minutes of walking, (Y\n) heard someone running behind her. The girl turned her head to see who it was. It was Jughead. She stopped and waited for him. “Woah, I though I’d never catch you,” he said. They started walking together. “You decided to walk me home, huh? Just like the good old days?” She asked, smiling. “Yeah, haven’t done that in a while. Life’s been crazy recently,” he replied. “I know.” For the next ten minutes they just walked, talking about everything, realising how much they both missed it, and that they did this a lot more often before. When they were already walking in (Y\n)’s neighbourhood, they kept silent, looking at each other from time to time and smiling. It was a nice type of silence. The one that’s just as good and meaningful as a conversation. “Time to say goodbye,” (Y\n) said as they walked to her house and stopped. “Yup.” “I’ll see you in school tomorrow,” the girl turned away and started walking up the stairs. “(Y\n), wait,” Jughead stopped her. She stepped back on the ground. “I know we already talked about it. At least, we tried, but… I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for the way that things are.” “Don’t be. Everything’s okay.” “I don’t wanna lose you,” Jughead said. “Jug, don’t say that,” (Y\n) replied. “You’re not going to lose me.” He came closer to her and pulled her into a hug. It was relieving and painful at the same time. She wanted him to hold her like she’s more than just a friend. She knew that he couldn’t. And didn’t even wanted to anymore. She also knew that she should move on, but didn’t know how, even though she kept convincing everyone that she’ll be alright. They stopped hugging and looked at each other. “I gotta go,” the girl said. “Yeah, me too,” Jughead replied, wiping a tear from (Y\n)’s face with his thumb. “If you need anything, call me. Or Betty. She’s worried about you.” “Ok,” (Y\n) said and smiled. She then walked up the stairs, opened the door and waved him goodbye, walking in.
So this happened to me a few days ago, and I thought maybe sharing my experience could help someone if this happens to them in the future.
I was checking my Tumblr when suddenly I was logged out from it and given the usual Log In page. When I entered the details to access my blog, this appeared:
My heart skipped a bit. I tried to re-enter the details (maybe I got them wrong the first time), but no, the same message about Termination was shown. I typed my blog URL and got the
Same thing with my sideblogs.
So obviously I was very worried. I contacted the Tumblr support but didn’t get an answer for 48 hours, only an automated reply. I already started mentally saying goodbye to my blogs, my posts and all my followers, when finally I recieved their answer:
(In case you can’t see the picture, it says:
Hello, We’ve restored your account. Thank you for bringing this problem to our attention. We’re sorry that it occurred, and we’ll do our best to make sure that it doesn’t happen again. You should now be able to log in just fine with your email address and password. Please let me know if there’s anything else I can help you with.
My blog was restored and working normally. All my sideblogs were intact , and so were my posts and my followers. The only thing that was lost, is all the conversations by Messages. The people with whom you talked are still there, but all the history of the conversation is gone.
Alright so here is what you should do if this happens to you. Don’t panick like I did Click on the “contact support” link provided in the terminated window. Alternatively, go on Tumblr.com/support.
Politely explain your situation - give your blog URL, your mail, tell what happened exactly. I understand that the situation can be upsetting, but the person who will read the message and try to help you isn’t directly responsible for the termination of your blog. And sending an angry message with insults isn’t the best way to get your blog back either.
Wait for the reply of the team. If you feel like it takes too much time (more than few days for example), try to fill the Help/Support form again.
Once the team is in contact with you, keep the polite tone. Normally if your blog didn’t go againt the Tumblr rules and policies, you should getit back like I did.