To anyone who used fidget spinners and or cubes before they turned into a meme: you are valid.
If you need one for an attention disorder you’re amazing
If you need one for your BFRB to keep your hands busy fidget your heart out
For whatever reason if you need one for any disorder and it actively helps you I am sorry for the stigma now surrounding them. As someone who is a part of the BFRB community I know they are so helpful in distracting yourself from destructive behaviors. You are strong
Warnings: super long, longer than intended, fluff, maybe kind of spoiler about the season finale but I guess you have all seen it. I SWEAR I DIDN’T INTEND ON WRITE SUCH A LONG IMAGINE BUT I’M PROUD!
A/N: this is seriously as good as it could be. It is currently very late at night and while I was trying to sleep I couldn’t cause someone is having a wedding on the next street and there are fireworks, which I’m scared of so heeey I got a distraction…..I swear this is 100% your average big greek fat wedding going on in that house. IT’S BEEN ALMOST 6 HOURS NOW!!! Sorry I rumble about this… Anyway enjoy my late night creation ♥
PS. Let’s pretend that Fred was either not shot or survived the shot…
@tayrae515 asked: Ok so don’t hate me but I had another idea! Could you do one where you are once again Archie’s younger sister and you and Jughead are really close friends so when he became a serpent you were around them a lot and became friends of the serpents and because they take care of there own the offer you a jacket to and Archie and Betty and the gang find out and get upset, they feel like they already lost Juggie and don’t want to lose another friend but you join and idk fluff? Jughead x reader. 💕💕💕
Even with all that crazy stuff following you ever since the death of Jason Blossom, you thought that for once you could have a quiet day. And you did, but not for long. You woke up that morning with your brother, Archie, and his best friend ,and roomate, Jughead jumping on top of you. They were laughing while trying to wake you up to have break fast and go to school with them. As soon as you realised what was going on the two dorks started tickling you and the extreme laughter combined with the extreme ab exersise you were getting by it didn’t really let you talk. “Stop! Stop you are killing me,” you yelled. “DAD! SAVE ME!” You called at him after seeing him standing by the door, admiring the joyfull moment before him. “Hey, boys, enough,” he tried stoping him but the didn’t stop. “Well, you know what they say, Y/N. ‘If you can’t stop them, join them’ .“ “NO!” You screamed as your dad joined the two boys tickling you; more like stabbing you, with their fingers.
“I hate you all,” you said at the two boys sitting in front of you eating breakfast trying to suppress their chuckles. “She’s right, you know,” your father butted in jokingly. “Oh, you don’t talk,” you grumped and went on with your breakfast as the man let out a breathy laugh.
The day seemed to be rather calm. You know, stupid classes, small breaks, lunch with your brother and his friends; in which Jughead would not stop tickling you. You really had no idea why they were like that today but you liked it. As much as you hated to admit you liked it. But, your quiet day came to an end as soon as you walked inside your house with your brother and your close friend short behind you.
As you stepped a foot inside you spotted a woman around the age of your father talking to him. “Hey, guys. This is Ms. Weiss from Social Services. She’s, uh, she’s Jughead’s case worker.” Your father declared as soon as he saw you three. You all seemed shocked and you were. While the boys walked towards the small kitchen you followed close behind. “Jughead, I know how terrible and emotional the last few days have been for you. Your father’s facing serious jail time. Your mom’s over-extended and out of state. We just want to make sure that you’re taken care of.” The woman admitted and Archie butted in , “Well, he can keep staying with us, right, Dad?” Your father simply sent him a sad smile telling him that he already offered. At that moment you knew what was coming. You took Jughead’s arm in your hands and held it firmly, while you later proceeded on hugging it close you your body and interwine your fingers together. He turned his gaze on you for a second smile at the sight of you like this. No, you were not together, not that it would bother you. But Jughead was the person you truly fitten in with. He was quiet and so were you. You were the two members of the little group of friends that would never talk, and when you were it would mostly be between you two and you would be just making sarcastic remarks. “Great, so what’s the problem?” You asked even though you knew the answer. “It was a DUI. After your mom left. Look, we can talk about this later but between that and my cash flow problem, it knocks me out.” Your father explained as Jughead gave your hand a reasuring squeeze. “There is a family on the Southside that’s offered to foster you. They’re good people, they’ve worked with us before.” The woman added while looking at him. “That doesn’t sound completely horrible.” Jughead reasoned, saying that mostly for you to hear. “It does mean you’ll be in a different school district, Jughead, and you’ll have to transfer schools.” That’s when you lost it. The only person you were comfortable around in school was going to tranfer to the southside. Great, wasn’t that just great?
After leaving them and dashing into your room you were completely unaware of anything else that was said. All you could do was stay in your room and try to calm down a bit. There was a soft knock on the door and without having anytime time to answer the sudden visitor opened the door. “Are you ok?” A person you recognised as Jughead asked. You slowly rearrenge your posistion so you could look at him. “Do I look ok?” you replied with tear stained eyes. “Oh, little one, come here. I’m not gonna be that far away,” he said hugging you close to his body. “I’ll tell you what. I will be staying at my dad’s house, ok? And you will be coming over as frequently as you would like, ok? We could even have sleepovers!” He cheered trying to explain to you that it was not the end of the world. “Yeah, ok. But you will not be there with me at school. How will I do that?” you asked, probably acting like a baby but you didn’t care. “Well, uhm, I could give you my beanie but we both now I won’t,” he said jokingly and making you smlie, “but I will give you one of my flannels. You can wear it on school and it’ll be as if I’m there, yeah?” He said giving you a peck on the forehead. “Good. Want me to sleep here tonight?” he asked and you simply nodded as he started getting comfortable in the bed and pulling you towards his body, embrassing yoy and allowing the heat to warm your small body up in this cold night. “The door stays open,” your father called passing by, always destroying the moment.
It had already been a couple of days ever since Jughead moved to the southside and you spent most of your time there.You would finish school and then you would instantly run to FP’s trailer to meet Jug and today was not going to be any different. The thing was that before that Jughead would come over so you all would go to the Jubilee together and as much as he hated it he did it for you. He walked inside and was stunned after he saw you. You were standing by the kitchen island with your brother and mother. A stunning off-the-shoulder tight-fitted black dress, falling down to your knees. You looked absolutely stunning and Jughead could not hide it. “Oh, Jug’s here,” your mother called and you saw the boy looking at you all. “Jug!” You called and walked up to hug him. “Hey little one,” he said hugging back and giving you a forehead kiss. “Are they a thing?” Your mother asked Archie silently that replied with a disappointed no. “I think we should head off,” your dad said and grabbed his car keys as you all walked to the truck.
After the boring dance was over… Well, it was not so boring. I mean you had Betty’s speach and your brother sing with his current love intrest, and your mum being annoying and a lot more things, but let’s stick to boring. So, after the boring dance was over you and Jughead were going to walk to his father’s trailer, watch a movie and you would then sleep here. And that’s exactly what happened, with a little twist. You made it to your destination and walked inside. Jughead offered you a shirt of his he knew would be huge on you and a pair of his boxers as shorts, knowing that his sweatpants would be enormous on you. You were after all tiny in front of him, but he found that cute. Not that you knew. After putting that on you found Jughead sitting on the couch turning on the TV to find a good movie, and knowing him it would probably be some great old one or a scary movie since he was always amused when you got scared. But his actions were stopped when there was a knock on the door. He walked outside but you didn’t know what happened until you got out as well to see what took him so long and he was wearing his father’s Serpent jacket. When he saw you he seemed scared of your reaction but you took it surprisingly well. You even said that he looked like a very dark version of Clark Kent with the hair and all, or like a younger and more adorable version of Damon Salvatore. After that you continued doing what was on your original plans.
Your brother and his friends were devastated when they saw Jughead walk inside Pop’s wearing his Serpent jacket. Betty was shocked to say the least, while your brother seemed angry, Veronica didn’t think much of it and neither did Kevin so they just kept on making jokes and comments like the ones you did when he was given the jacket. The downside of this was that you were going to have your brother talk about this for a long long time, but you would indeed avoid it as much as possible.
It had been about a week since Jughead became in charge of the southside Surpents, since his father was the ‘leader’ before. But he did have help both from you and a man’s that was second-in-command that took his dad’s place until Jughead came to the southside. Due to that and because you and him seemed to become even closer with everything that happened you spent a lot of time together in the southside, either just walking around and talking, or staying at his house, or some times spending a lot of time in the Whyte Wyrm. Everyone was surprised and you constantly had your brother or father trying to keep you from going there with Jug, but you didn’t seemed to care. The thing is the Serpents accept you as their own, they got your back not matter what. Like that time this girl from your school started calling you names and some of them happened to be around they did everything to protect you from her and make sure you didn’t actually believe everything she said. They even had one of their own stick around you just to make sure you were ok but your brother didn’t know.
One day you all were going to hang out over at Jug’s so you, your brother and the girls were driving there in Archie’s truck. Just as you stepped outside a bunch of Serpents appeared in front of you. Betty got scared, thinking they would attack you or something, since they were told you to stop walking, and she hurried to get Jughead. He walked towards you watching as the second-in-command came over to you and hugged you. “Look,” he began, “we see your friends here are like family to you, you are one of them. But you are family to us and you are one of us. And you know how we take of our own. So we wanted you to know that we will keep on taking care of you, kid. It’s always good when you stick around and, well, we thought you deserve to have this. You deserve to have this cause, as I said you are one of us.” He finished. It was so sweet how much these people cared for you. I mean you grew up with the idea that they are vicious and bad. But they’re not. They are nice people; different people that are under the influence of the stereotypes. You smiled at the man and reached for the jacked but Archie stopped you. “Y/N, no. Don’t you dare. You are not a surpent. You are one of us.” He said. “He’s right, Y/N. You don’t belong with them but with us.” Veronica butted in, agreeing with the stupidity of my brother. “We already lost Jughead to the serpents,little one, we can’t lose you as well,” said Betty adding to the anger that began to boil inside of you. “You are joking right? You don’t mean this stupid things you said.” You mumble. “No, Y/N we’re not,” replied Archie. You looked down for a second contemplaiting what was going on exactly, and then you did what your friends and brother didn’t want you to. You grabbed the jacket from the surpent and wrapped it around your body. After a long time you felt like home. You felt that you truly belonged somewhere. The serpents start cheering on your decision the one that gave you the jacket even hugged you once again. Jughead stared in aw as the two girls with Archie walked inside.
The serpents left and both you and Jughead walked inside meeting a furious Archie, a disappointed Betty and an annoyed Veronica. “What’s wrong with you guys?” You asked trying to understand why they all were like that. “What’s wrong? You ask what’s wrong? Y/N, you are no serpent. You are my sister. They are no good for you.” Archie said pacing up and down the small space. “Arch are you joking? They are amazing people. At least most of them. They treat me like family, they take care of me. They have on of their own to keep an eye on me and make sure I’m safe with all that shit you guys get yourselfs into and drag me into as well.” You fired back at him. “Wow, Y/N, wow.” Betty said looking at you with a very disappointed, almost discussted look. Tears pricked your eyes as this kept going on for a while. “Just don’t come home until you find a way to explain this to dad,” he said in an angry matter. “That’s it. Get out. All of you get out. And don’t come talk to me or her until you stop being irrational.” Jughead yelled, seeing how these words hurt you. You started sobbing in an instand as Archie said that and Jughead pulled you into his arms. Archie tried to apologise but Jug didn’t let him. “I said leave. Now.” He chanted once more since your brother wouldn’t leave. Eventually he did and Jughead picked you up and walked to the couch.
The whole night you spent on that couch. He would say things to calm you down but your tears would not stop. He wouldn’t give up though. He would hold you in his arms stroking your hair and back in attemts to relax you. “It’s ok Y/N. It’s gonna be alright. You can stay here for as long as needed. You know the serpents love you. I love you,” he said. You stopped crying after he said that and you just stared at his face. “Yo-you love me?” You asked surprised. Jug didn’t reply so you took matters in your own hands and you kissed him. You kissed him with so much love you had never shown to anyone. “I love you too,” you uttered before the boy took you in his arms bridal style and run to the bedroom playfully as you laughed. He seemed so happy you said that, so he threw you on the bed and run to the window and opened it. “My little serpent loves me back,” he screamed repeatingly so every one would know.
Benvolio yawned and stretched. For a moment he couldn’t figure out what was wrong, but then he realized there was emptiness where he was supposed to meet flesh. It was hard work, but finally he managed to open his eyes, only to confirm that, yes, he was all alone in the bedroom.
“Mercutio?” he called, feeling an edge creeping into his voice against his will. Last he had woken up to go to the bathroom Mercutio had been clinging to him with his seemingly eight arms—if Mother Nature hadn’t demanded it Benvolio wouldn’t even have imagined getting through the hassle of freeing himself—and when he lied back down it only took a few seconds for Mercutio to pull him back into the same position. The thing that made him nervous was the fact that that was the situation Benvolio always found himself in whenever he woke up, because Mercutio was the master of coming up with excuses to not get up. In all the years they had known each other Benvolio had never woken up after Mercutio—if the latter had ever gone to bed, that is. And Benvolio was very, very certain that Mercutio had, indeed, fallen asleep. Eventually.
“Mercutio?” he called again, throwing away the covers to get on his feet, already looking for his jeans. If he had to go looking for his boyfriend he refused to do it in just boxers.
“Heeeeey, y’re ‘wake.”
Benvolio’s head jerked up from where he’d been looking at the floor with such speed that his neck ached. In the doorway Mercutio stood bleary-eyed with a coffee mug in hand, dressed in nothing but a half-buttoned dress shirt that Benvolio took a moment to recognize.
“Made coffee. ‘s in kitchen,” Mercutio said and yawned hard enough that Benvolio’s own jaws hurt.
“What’re you doing up?” Benvolio asked, staring at the green garment and feeling quite lost.
“Mmmeeting,” Mercutio mumbled as he poured coffee into his mouth, rather than drinking it. Benvolio felt like he would have absorbed it straight into his veins if he could have. “With Uncle. Can’t be—” paused for huge yawn, “—late, see. He’ll kill me. Or worse. Lecture me.”
“Okay.” Benvolio nodded, his head strangely empty. He kept staring. “That’s my shirt, isn’t it?”
Mercutio made a noise of confusion and blinked several times before a light-bulb went off and he looked downwards with wide eyes. “Hey, you’re right. Was so tired I didn’t notice. Sorry, will find one of my-”
“No. No, it’s okay. You look good in it,” Benvolio said quickly, then caught up to his mouth and cursed himself for actually saying such a cheesy thing out loud.
Mercutio blinked at him some more, then beamed and winked, because even a sleep-deprived Mercutio recognized a compliment. “Thanks, babe. Just need to find some pants then, I guess. Uncle’ll get so mad if I show up without any again,” he muttered as he turned away. Benvolio could hear him continue to talk as he made his way back to the kitchen, although he wasn’t sure if Mercutio was talking to himself or not.
“So didn’t think this wasn’t mine. It fits good, doesn’t it? You’re so small, never would have thought one of your shirts fitted me. Weird.”
This spell jar is intended to harness the power of the moon and stars, especially from the great Super Moon, for intended peace and restful sleep. Dont be afraid to improvise, but here is what is in mine:
-shell dust (or any shells)
-sea salt (purity and sea)
-star anis (ward off bad thoughts and dreams)
-French blue lavender (or any lavender, for relaxation)
-lavender oil (about 3 drops)
-beach sand (or any sand)
-moon water (Lunas love, of course!)
-white wax to seal it (purity and strength)
*draw a sigil in the wax to enhance the spell, make it about peace or sleep or relaxation
*this is my own spell jar but please feel free to use it! Tell me how it works!
What is "the fandom that has grown" from the musical? I'm not offended at all I'm actually just curious. Was there even a big fandom before the musical?
Nah, the fandom wasn’t really big before the musical, but that’s not really the point.
The musical, as I’ve said, takes a lot of liberties with the characters and the message of Heathers. Which is fine. But now the fandom is made up of people who saw the musical first/haven’t seen the movie/take the musical canon more seriously than the movie, and so as someone whose been a fan of the movie for a very long time it’s a little frustrating seeing the characters, story, and overall message I love being muddled. My most obvious examples of this you’ve all seen w million times, I talk about them constantly. Taking everything bad about the homophobic sexist dicks that are Ram and Kurt and erasing it so you can have a cute “shipable” couple. Making Mac into a sad depressed angel instead of the mean girl she was. Making Chandler seem like the bullshit in her suicide note (or for the musical the me inside of me plot) was real and she wasn’t an airhead. The fandom seems to think that if its sung, it’s true? As if there’s no such thing as unreliable narration? even if they’re outright told beforehand in the story that what’s being said isn’t true.
The heathers fandom is really messy now, it’s full of people who believe in very black and white morality and are therefore trying to mold this very un-black and white story and it’s very morally unsound characters to their desired molds. Every character is either good or evil in fanon now. That’s not the way it works.
People don’t seem to understand that the musical was not written by the writers of the movie. So whenever a fan of the movie disagrees with something in the musical we’re told “well suck it up it’s canon” that’s like if someone’s Avenger’s fanfiction got published and suddenly fans of the comics or movies were told that they didn’t know what they were saying cause *according to this story*
The ask blog I run with my friends for the heathers adapt AU is a good example. Our AU is based on the movie, but almost all the asks we get are musical related. No one allows for the separation of the two, when the musical has a lot of differences.
I really like the musical, and I really like the fans it has led to Heathers. But please respect the original content? And please respect that the musical isn’t as relevant to some people?
Idk this response is all over the place and is probably way ruder than I’m intending, it’s super early rn.
Okay but can you imagine a scenario where Lena -I am a registered badass- Luthor carries a gun, like it's strapped to her thigh under her dress and she is a really skilled shooter (because I can!). So Kara looses her powers again and Lena takes her to a shooting range and she stands behind her and they do some gay as hell shooting as Lena guides Kara's hands and so then when Kara shoots perfectly Alex is just like "wtf how???" and Kara just blushes. It would be super cute (pun intended)
Ahhh!! Give me this! I mean look at this look on Kara’s face after Lena shoots Corbin!
Kara being able to fight and defend herself outside of the possession of her super powers is so important which is obviously one of the reasons Alex taught her to fight. I always wondered why Kara never learned to shoot. I can definitely get behind Lena taking Kara to the range and teaching Kara everything she knows. 😉
This is two of my favorite things in one headcanon. Katie with weapons meets SuperCorp. Let me have it!!!
I’m taking a mini-break from my art to work on a personal pet project of mine. O_O Not long ago, @lesser-robot-cat posted an AWESOME diorama. It got me very inspired to start my own room for Sephiroth. Of course, the more I thought on it the more I wanted to make an actual house for my Sephiroth figure. XD So, for the past week, I’ve been building my own home. It’s still in the early stages, but I’ve gotten the face front done. Here’s my progress and what I’m using to build Sephiroth his home, based on Shinra mansion.