Okay, let’s start with how extremely adorable Jughead is. Like, he cares so much about the drive-in and as we found out, the place was literally his home. Like, someone protect my son please. And he tried so hard to save it, talking to the mayor, talking to Fred and handing out flyers and stuff. Forget Archie and that love triangle, this is the important story here.
Speaking of Fred and Archie, look how nice Fred was to that fucking pedophile. Like, he was complimenting her, inviting her to dinner and being such a great guy and that bitch is just sleeping with his son. Ugh. I hate her.
Betty keeping a diary is so cliche™ but I love it lmao.
I AM SO HERE FOR BETTY, RONNIE AND JUGHEAD HANGING OUT. Kevin’s okay too, I guess. Still haven’t decided if I like him or not. I mean, he’s funny and all but idk he just feels way too stereotypical and I’m still most certainly not over the biphobia. But maybe he isn’t really biphobic and that was a one time thing bc how else would Betty and Veronica, who are both obviously bisexual still be friends with him? Idk man.
Cheryl, I love you for being a bitch but damn you just got your ass handed to you by Hermione Lodge, who is just as much of a goddess as her daughter.
Betty calling out Archie on his shit 👏 👏👏
but like she was so…good about it?? Like she got her point across but didn’t immediately threaten to tell and stuff. And, Archie, honey, how could Ronnie even back you up? Firstly, what you’re doing ain’t cool and secondly, that’s her girlfriend you’re arguing with so ???
Where can I sign a petition to get rid of Alice Cooper?
THE ARCHIE/GRUNDY SCENES LITERALLY MADE ME SHUDDER WITH DISGUST ew ew ew ew ew.
Betty questioning Grotesque Garbage is
👌 she was really good at that too honestly I just really love Betty Cooper man.
SHE WAS JASON’S TEACHER? SHE’S THE KILLER!!11!!!1!
“I don’t think of my students that way” lmao bitch stop lying
Jughead being a rebel with a cause is my aesthetic. And awww, he’s talking about himself and his family for once. This boy must be protected at all costs..
Archie, wtf are you trying to do, telling Betty to stay out of it? She’s literally doing what’s best for you like smh man shut up.
BETTY AND VERONICA BEING DETECTIVE GIRLFRIENDS IS MY JAM. Like, seriously, they have so much chemistry like just let Bernoica happen man. It’s literally already canon.
I would sell my soul to Satan and sell my body on the black market to make Beronica canon.
I’m fully aware I’m being queerbaited but Betty and Ronnie are just. so. goddamn. cute.
‘Jennifer Gibson’. THAT BITCH.
She has a gun in the car. THAT FUCKING BITCH. SHE’S THE KILLER!!!11!
Alice, wtf is wrong with you. Fred is a chill parent. He isn’t going to tell his son to stop talking to his best friend just ‘cause you’re a psycho who wants to control her daughter.
Okay, but like I really love Hermione and Veronica’s relationship it’s so good and–WAIT A SEC THEY’RE BUYING THE DRIVE-IN. Why must you crush Jughead’s happiness? I TRUSTED YOUR HERMIONE.
Omg Alice saw the gun oops shit shit shit (betty what were you thinking hiding it in your fucking drawer smh girl). Wow, Alice just hit a new low. It’s not cool to read your daughter’s diary
I would have felt bad after learning about Grundy’s backstory but my obvious hate for prevented that from happening thank god.
ARCHIE, GET AWAY FROM THAT WOMAN. NO, DON’T HUG HER. UGH ARCHIE WHY.
Let’s talk about the drive-in.
Poor Juggie god I feel so bad for him Archie where are you your boyfriend needs you
VERNOICA!! LODGE!! IS!! A!! FUCKING!! GODDESS!!!
Veronica Lodge is like fine wine. She gets better and better the longer she exists.
I kinda sorta weirdly like the Veronica-Cheryl-Kevin squad?? They can be the ‘burn you to a crisp’ squad.
Ooh, Kevin’s got a new hottie. Also, did I mention I really love Kevin’s dad? He’s so nice.
YAS KEVIN GET SOME (My feelings are so conflicted like I want to support Kevin because he’s the only important, openly LGBTQ+ character on the show so far but like, something’s just off about him)
Archie, please never speak to Grun–OH. HE’S LEAVING HER. YES ARCHIE YES YES YES–OH WAIT. OH NO.
SHIT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN, DOWN, DOWN.
Alice why tf do you have to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong?
Man, I feel bad for Fred.
Archie, don’t defend that woman, please. She deserves it.
Such drama much intense very wow.
Oh no. My bby Betty is crying FUCK YOU ALICE.
Okay, I know there’s probably some people sad about Grundy after her backstory but we got nothing but good stuff immediately after she left?
Fred and Archie having a moment 👌 👌 👌 (I mean, I feel bad that Archie cried and that he was upset but it had to be done)
Betty finally standing up to her asshole of a mother
👌 👌 👌 (I still kind of think that Betty is actually Polly but idk)
A cute scene between Betty and Archie
👌 👌 👌
The scene where Veronica confronts her mom was certainly…something.
OH MY GAWD SOMEONE BROKE INTO KELLER’S HOUSE AND TOOK ALL THE EVIDENCE. THE SAME NIGHT GRUNDY LEFT. SHE’S DA KILLER.
Grundy is like a bag of opened chips. She gets worse the longer she exists. Archie, you could not have been more wrong when you said she wasn’t a child predator. I already feel bad for that poor new kid victim of hers.
On the whole, this was a really, really good episode. I give it a 9 out of 10, but that’s because my queen Josie wasn’t in it and there was not enough Jughead and Archie and there was way too much Archie and Grundy interaction but hey, at least she’s gone now.
God, I’m literally crying over Jughead. The picture with him and his sister (who tf named them Jughead and Jellybean tho) was so adorable and so sad. My poor child.
OH MY GOD THE SCARY BIKER DUDE IS JUGHEAD’S DAD?!
Where will he go? What will he do? How will he live? WHERE WILL HE CHARCHG HIS LAPTOP ASHFRWLGHLUFU ARCHIE COME HELP YOUR BOYFRIEND
Also, I would just like to add, Betty is the best friend anyone could ever have and she needs to be appreciated more.
So, what do you guys think? What do you agree and disagree with me on? Let’s talk! Reblog this while adding your notes or send in an ask (PLEASE SEND ME ASKS) or send me a message or something and I will see y’all next week.
Stiles didn’t hate Peter per se, even though he threaten his friends on
multiple occasions, and for what he forced Lydia to do. He could
actually understand him on some levels: there wasn’t a word to describe
what he felt when his mother died, he could barely imagine what it was
like to lose your entire family in a fire, watching them burn while you
couldn’t do anything to save them, and pass the next six years in a
coma, trapped in your own body, slowly healing every bit of your skin
and organs without the last two living members of your family to support
you. To a degree, he also understood why Peter felt necessary to
ally himself with Kate Argent: he lost his family because his alpha
sister refused to take precautions against Gerard, and he saw history
repeat itself with Scott - who, despite having always the best of
intentions, was doomed to repeat the same mistakes over and over again. It made a terrible, twisted sense; as twisted and terrible as Peter was after all.
Derek did not return to Beacon Hills. The town wasn’t
his problem anymore, and Stiles had Malia, so what reason does he have
to return to the place where he only got hurt? Why should he go back? He
was somewhat happy where he is now, so why go through all the trouble
Derek’s questions are answered, but it only comes as a
text message from Stiles with only a few vague words that send Derek’s
heart plummeting to the depths of his stomach.
(20,910 I Teen I WIP) *multi pair: scott/stiles. scott/malia, stiles/malia, lydia/malia, lydia/stiles
This takes place after 5b, going into season 6. Stiles is about to be
taken by the Ghost Riders. But in the mean time, through untimely fate
and waves of confusion, Scott finds himself utterly and hopelessly at
the mercy of his growing feelings for Malia.
Far on the other side of the penthouse was an office that had a view over the city from your glass topped desk and it had a brand new laptop. It was a very elegant but professional looking office.
“This is all mine?” You looked over at Frost as you explored the office.
“Yes and there’s an ensuite bathroom and a small bedroom.”
“Why would I need a bedroom?”
“That was the boss’s idea maybe he thought you might be the person to stay late so incase you fall asleep.” You walked over to the first door and saw a gorgeous bathroom much larger and definitely nicer than the one you had at your apartment. It had a stand up shower along with a huge tub completely separate.
Curiosity struck you so you went over to the other door and found a bedroom with a queen size bed and a small reading space next to a small staircase. You looked at Frost who was following you he nodded at you to keep exploring. You went up the staircase into a huge walk in closet which you could barely describe as a closet because it was the entire room. There was moveable rows of hanging space and the walls had floor to ceiling cubbies for shoes. Tucked in the corner was a vanity that most girls would kill to have. Upon inspection there was a wide range of different lip sticks and brushes in a display case on the vanity. You opened the drawers to find piles of all the makeup a girl could want all brand new.
“Is all this for me?”
“Mr. J is very particular about how his associates look Ms. Y/L/N. To him image is an easy way to flaunt power. Also J has an outfit selected for you to change into over here for the day.” He gestured to the only dress on the rack before leaving the room.
You walked over to see the dress a red dress that matched the shirt he had put on earlier. You decided to change before you were fired by the mad man.
You stood in front of the full length mirror barely able to recognize the person standing in front of you. The dress was more revealing than anything you would normally wear but you knew with him that was probably no conquidience. The back was basically non existent as it was open all the way to your underwear line but at least the front was somewhat modest with no plunging neckline or anything. You walked down the stairs and back into your office. You grabbed a pencil off the desk and twisted your hair up and used the pencil to keep it out of the way.
You spent the next while setting up your computer to your exact standards so you could use it the same as your old one. You knew a fair amount about computers, it’s not like you could hack the NSA, well you hadn’t had any reason to try to do that. As you set up you could tell that this computer wasn’t as high speed and the hardware wasn’t as nice as the improvements of your old one. Which had disappeared with your stuff earlier.
“I never got that drink,” You looked up to see J standing in the doorway. He walked over to a dry bar you hadn’t noticed earlier to pour two drinks.
You shut your laptop and took your glasses off. He walked over to your desk and handed you a glass.
“It’s burban Doll not poison, if I’m gonna kill ya I’ll just shoot ya.” You took a sip of the drink as he looked at you. “Oh here’s ya phone someone has been trying to reach you but I can’t seem to get it unlocked.”
“It’s encrypted with a password and fingerprint scan.” He looked at you puzzled for a moment. “I have some trust issues.”
“Well that’s evident but Doll you can’t hide anything from me.” He also walked over to the door and grabbed your old laptop. “Some pretty advanced stuff for someone in data entry. Whatcha hiding on here huh?” He leaned in so his face was impossible not to look at.
“Mr. J sir I only make sure that nobody can get to sensitive information about clients on my laptop.” You didn’t want to make him overestimate your abilities.
He reached over your shoulder and opened your new laptop you were in the middle of setting up so it was unhackable. There was code there on the screen while an encryption key was running in the background to get into the hard drive signal you had found.
“I didn’t know my little accountant was a computer genius. What’s this thing?” he pointed at the encryption, “Are you trying to hack my hard drive? I have people who set that up it’s impossible…” His voice stopped when the files opened on your computer. “How did you do that?” You felt the barrel of his gun between your shoulder blades.
“I used a simple program to get it unlocked it didn’t even write the code I got it of the internet any random joe can use it.” You grabbed your glasses off the desk and started pulling up programs. You could hear the sound of his teeth grinding next to your ear.
“Well you might either be helpful or fired soon.” You looked over at his face. “You will fix this I have some technology people to visit.” He walked out of the office with his gun in hand.
You heard shouting from the main area and not to long after there was gun shots going off. You sat there frozen in place with an astonished looks plastered on your face.
He walked back in with small amounts of blood across his chest and face. He must of just killed some guys, more than likely the ones who set up his internet security.
“Alright We’re going for a drive.” He grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the room. In the elevator he noticed the pencil in your hair and quickly grabbed it then tossed it on the floor. Then he grabbed your glasses and put them in his pocket.
Don't pay rent, eat my food AND steal my laptop? Have fun being homeless.
This happened about a year ago now in October of 2014, I had just split with my ex-wife and was moving into my own place with a friend of mine we’ll call him….dickbag or DB for short, DB had just split up with his girlfriend of almost 15 years, we decided to move in together as we were good friends and had known each other a couple years.
Upon moving day, I moved all my things into my room aside from my desktop which I put downstairs and setup attached to my desk [with locks]. My laptop which was worth quite a bit, was stored in a storage compartment in my closet that he didn’t know about as I chose that room specifically for this purpose. Things were going well for the first week….then my wii disappears, ended up finding it at his exs place as he had taken it over for his kids without asking me, I unhooked it and took it back told him if they wanted to play it they can come over to our place, same with my PS3.
A few days after that I find him snorting coke and pills and lock up my stuff even harder not wanting him to sell it off but low and behold he somehow finds my laptop and pawns it for cash, I called the cops they said there was no proof so I went pawn shop hunting and found it but they wouldn’t let me see it as it had already been sold even though I argued tooth and nail it was stolen property and I would sue unless they let me try to access it as the hard drive was busted and I KNEW that within that short time span they couldn’t have replaced it, ended up not getting the laptop back as they had a signed paper with a false name on it and gave him $1300.00 cash for it. Man I was f*cking livid at that point.
Onto the next part, I confronted him about it told him to get my laptop back or get the f*ck out of my apartment cause I was the only one paying for bills and food, he called my bluff and didn’t leave. So I packed up my stuff, called the cops on him snorting drugs and gave them full access to enter the home and left.
Last I heard he’s living under a bridge after posting bail somehow for all the drugs they found and his kids don’t even want to see him, nice knowing you D*ckbag, hope you have fun living on scraps the rest of your life.
Originally both lovebug and I were to get our own because we were told our options were MacBooks but they’re actually between a 21" and 27" desktop.
We don’t really see a point in getting two desktops so he is paying for the 21" (the 27" is unnecessarily large) and I’ll be getting an external hard drive to dump all my editing stuff onto and we found a really nice desk that I 100% intend to decorate and put cloth over because it’s an espresso colour and that is just not my cup of tea huehue
But I’m sooo excited to be able to get my editing done after weeks of not having the means \(^ ^)/
Today, I fucked up by getting drunk and stealing lawnmowers while on my bike at 3AM.
Well, this actually happened six months ago, during the summer.
I am 19, can’t legally drink, an engineering student, and my family comes from a mix of Appalachian and Deep South. This is the perfect set of conditions for a guy like me to build a stove top distillery. So I did. It was a glass jar with some thin copper line, and looked ghetto as all get-out, but it worked! I could take my fermented sugar solution, and after a few distillates, come out with something so strong you could easily use it for fuel, which I was going to tell people is what I was making if it was ever found.
But anyway; I was up one night drinking this stuff, and worked it out to the equivalent of 10-15 shots of 40% liquor, when I remembered that there was this old run down house with a lawnmower on the front porch that had obviously not been used in the past few years. I decided I would go be the Stealthy Lawnmower Vigilante, and rescue it from disrepair! While I was stone cold drunk. Brilliant. I thought about getting in my car and driving, but the only thing that stopped me was knowing that the belts make a horrible squealing, and its hard to be a Stealth Lawnmower Vigilante in a squealing car. So I took my bike. Much quieter.
By this time, I probably had a BAC of at least 0.20. I was riding down the street, sometimes weaving all over and starting to talk in a southern accent. By the time I got there, I could hardly stand up. I stumbled onto the front porch, and tool half an hour “quietly” removing the lawnmower from the leaves and soil it was buried under. I tried to get my drunk ass home, but its hard to ride a bike drunk. And uphill. And one handed because the other hand has a death grip on a freshly liberated lawnmower. So Drunk Me does the only sensible thing at the time. I stripped off my pants, tied one leg to the mowers handlebar, and the other to my bikes seat post. I then decided it was best to ride home down a well lit street so I could see. If anyone looked out their window, they would have seen the Stealthy Lawnmower Vigilante, Riding his bike down the middle of a normally busy road, with no pants, and a loud clattering lawnmower tied to his bike. Yeah, not suspicious at ALL.
By the time I got home, I realized something; Not only do I have no where to put this mower, BUT PEOPLE WILL ASK QUESTIONS ABOUT WHERE IT CAME FROM. SHIT. Now, still being drunk off my ass, I decided to take it out to the park by my house, which has a convenient storm drain. After more stealth pants-less rattling along, I finagled the mower into the drain, and made it back home. The next morning I couldn’t find my pants, then remembered they were still tied to the mower. I did this several times since, with a total of three Liberated Mowers, one Commandeered Roto-tiller, and half a tank of propane.
Too Long; Didnt Read > Never led a bored engineering student build a still, or else he’ll sneak out at night and “Liberate” all the small engines he can find. He might also take off his pants while doing it.
sometimes he would try and think back to the moment in time when he fell in love - he would try to pinpoint the day that he felt those butterflies and the world turned gold. but he couldn’t find what he was looking for. instead he found moments - snapshots. they didn’t seem like much - the day they laughed too hard, the one time they stayed up till three, that six hour drive to nowhere - but he realized this was what he was searching for. these moments, they were golden and filled with butterflies.
When something you never expected to happen happens it causes shockwaves throughout your life.
Adam and I had been doing so well. We’d been together for a little under 2 years and it had been the best 2 years of my entire life. But good things never seem to last long for me, especially in the romance department. A trivial little thing rocked our whole relationship, and it was a bump we just couldn’t seem to get over- or at least I couldn’t.
Hi everybody…soooooo the past few months have just been a mess =/ I wanted to start posting educational entomology videos so I planned a bunch and recorded several. I wanted to amass a bunch before I started posting so I could post regularly even when school got crazy. I was super excited about finally uploading them and then I got robbed (while taking my mom out on her birthday).
The thief got away with my laptop bag with my brand new laptop inside (among other things -my thai as a second language books, my bluetooth head phones, some grad school papers, and my camera…I know I know, I hadn’t quite realized just how foolishly robbable I was being until I got robbed =/ ) Of course I was smart enough to back up all the data on my laptop (some research data and most of my video stuff) but unfortunately not smart enough not to have that hard drive housing the data in the same bag. That set me pretty far behind in school and I’ve been putting in crazy hours the past few months to catch up (hence why you haven’t heard anything from me until a couple weeks ago when I finally caught up and rewarded myself with a brief weekend vacation to Otakon)! Feeling both overwhelmed and violated is a pretty unpleasant combination. I wouldn’t recommend it.
And in the middle of dealing with all of that, I found out with only one week’s notice that my music guy can’t work with me any more because he’s moving across the country! He was my sound engineer, basically my producer, and a good friend to boot. He knows how to do all of the technical stuff that I’ve got no clue how to tackle and he can basically play everything so trying to do a song with him was a breeze!
I’ve grown so much as a vocalist working with someone as knowledgeable musically as he is. I just had confidence that I could tackle any project when he was around. Working on music was such a healthy outlet for me when I felt overwhelmed in any other area of life. When he had to leave, I was staggeringly disappointed.
And as if that wasn’t enough, things got pretty crazy at my church and now it looks like I’m going to lose the remarkable, loving support system that’s seen me through so much over the years.
I had as good an excuse as any to give up on everything that’s important to me. My mom was worried that I would lose confidence in my musical ability without my music guy around. My advisor was worried that losing so much data and work would tank my motivation to finish my research project. And a couple of my friends have been worried that the tumult at my church would cause me to give up on my faith.
It was tough to pick things up and keep moving but I had to remember what I’m here for. I do what I do because it’s my passion, because I feel it’s why I was made and unless that changes, my determination to doggedly contend for my dreams wont either. Put simply, “I didn’t choose the ‘bug life’, the ‘bug life’ chose me…and it made a good choice!”
Sincerely, Doctor Buggs
p.s. that’s not a challenge to “life” right now, if you’re listening. I’d prefer you stop throwing curve balls my way at least for a while. I definitely wouldn’t mind a home run soon! =]
p.p.s I totally missed you guys a ton! I’ve got to catch up on these asks!
Found whilst searching through hard drive of all my stuff. This was in a folder named “Yellow”. I remember this day and location well, it was beautiful. I have no idea why I never used any of the shots from this day for anything?
Since my hard-drive died and I had to rescue stuff from it and go through my external back-up drive to bring my new drive up to date, I’ve been sifting through my old folders the way you go through old boxes in the attic. I found some interesting stuff.
Old shoppe product photos! I used to sell tiny decorated framed artwork at conventions -this is them with a few of my aunt’s hatpins. And then my favorite disembodied hand holding my collection of Snapdragon Tea divining trinkets. (S.T. is a fiction of mine and one of my characters tells fortunes with a collection of metal insects and a small bottle of large black sand.) And last, but never least, the late and great Hunter Bear doing his best zombie impersonation. Good times.