Archie: High School Musical. He would never say it out loud but he knows every single lyric of every single song from all three movies, along with all the routines. A̶n̶d̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶t̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶c̶r̶i̶e̶d̶ ̶w̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶G̶a̶b̶r̶i̶e̶l̶a̶ ̶l̶e̶f̶t̶ ̶T̶r̶o̶y̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶e̶c̶o̶n̶d̶ ̶m̶o̶v̶i̶e̶. Only Jughead knows of his obsession and that’s because he walked in on him singing along with the movies more than once.
Betty Cooper: The Fault In Our Stars. Betty is a total sucker for romance movies, especially if it ends in sorrow. She loves to hate the story writers. She also loves good book-to-movie adaptations, which are pretty rare to find, which only makes her love them more. Veronica didn’t like it that much when she saw it with her but Betty had seen her crying three separate times during the movie.
Veronica Lodge: Silence of The Lambs. Veronica loves twisted horror movies. She saw the Silence of The Lambs secretly on the internet when she was 11 and though she was horrified at the time, she grew to love it as she got older. She watched it again with Betty, who complained that it was too gruesome but still loved every second of it.
Jughead Jones: Inception. Jughead loves Inception almost as much as he loves food. And that’s saying something. He’s seen it about a 100 times and he still isn’t tired of it. In his opinion, it is Christopher Nolan’s best movie and it is absolutely amazing and he will fight everyone who says otherwise. Archie almost got punched in the face for saying the ending was stupid.
“Go on a date with me,” Ansel asked for the fifth time this week, and its only Tuesday. “Come on y/n give me a chance.”
You closed your locker and turned to face him, “sorry Ansel but my answer is still the same. I’m not interested in a relationship right now.”
As you were walking away he slid in front of you, blocking the school doors, “who said anything about a relationship? Let’s just go out to dinner or something and talk like friends. And if you like me, we can go on another and then maybe we can think about a relationship.”
You pretended to think about it, “No.” You shoved past him and walked out.
Your best friend fell into step with you. “Why do you look so grumpy?”
“Ansel won’t drop this date thing,” you grumbled.
She sighed, “you know maybe you should give him a chance y/n! I don’t see why you think he’s playing you.”
Glaring at her, you said, “because he’s like that! He plays with girls! Remember Cindy? He tore her heart out.”
“But he’s never tried so hard to win a girl over!” She pointed out, “he always got what he wanted and you’re a challenge.”
You stopped walking and turned to her, “yeah, I am. What happens when I accept and the challenge is over? He’ll get bored and dump me for the next girl.”
“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes, “I still think you should give him a chance.” Then she walked off to her car.
The next day
You walked into third period, Advisory, dreading the whole hour. You’ve been avoiding Ansel all day but there was no avoiding him now. In a class where you just sit and talk about how you’re doing in school. Seriously what is the point of it?! And you had it with Ansel. Great.
“Everyone pull up a seat and gather into a circle,” your teacher said, “how is everyone doing today?”
Everyone mumbled a quiet, “good,” but Ansel, being the attention seeking jock he is flailed his arms and yelled, “oh I’ve been having a terrible week Mrs.Kay!”
“And why is that Ansel?”
He stood up to make a scene, “oh nothing! I’ve just been gathering the courage to ask out this girl I really like ALL month and when I finally man up and ask her, she says no!”
Ansel smiled at you, if looks could kill, he’d be dead by now. “Why do you think she’s saying no?” The teacher asked.
He sighed, “because let’s be honest, I haven’t been the best boyfriend in this school. I’m kind of a jerk who broke many hearts. And I know she’s afraid I’ll break hers. But I’m not perfect, and I don’t mean to do all this. I’m looking for the girl I’ll be in love with! And along the way I made mistakes! Oh I’ve made Many! But I actually like her. And I wish shed give me a chance.”
“Why don’t you tell her this?”
“I just did,” he smiled, and every girl in class blushed, probably thinking it was her. “And I’ll ask her out once more. Of she looks me in the eyes and says no. I’ll stop. But I want her to know I’m not all bad. I promise.”
He walked around the circle, winking at random girls, “so…” He stopped in front of you, “y/n, will you join me for a home cooked dinner at my house this Friday night? Please?”
You met his eyes, and you saw something you never expected to see. Innocence, and fear. Fear of what? Being rejected in front of these people that mean nothing to him? Or fear of being rejected by you, a girl he truly likes..
You let out a frustrated groan and hurried your head in your hands, how can you possibly say no?
So in November last year in New Zealand there was a really bad earthquake overnight (it was a 7.8) and the next day the whole fucking country had exams and in the city I live in my school was one of the only schools that actually had an exam the day of/after the earthquake (it was on a Monday morning at exactly 12.01am) . the fucking city i live in was shut down because the earthquake was on our fault line and it was unsafe but my school is in a “safe zone suburb” so it had to have exams. My school wasn’t actually open unless you were a student sitting an exam and the only exam that day was a year 11 exam. I sat that exam and five minutes into it there was a 5.3 aftershock. we weren’t allowed to leave for another 40 minutes so it was just a room full of sleep deprived year 11 students silently crying because we couldn’t even get under the desks during even more aftersocks or we’d automatically fail. Later when we could leave all the year 11s got out of that exam so quickly it turns out that all over the school year 11s were crying because we all thought we were going to die in a fucking maths exam. We had a full week of exams during aftershocks and I can honestly say I have never bonded with my year group more than in that week when we thought we would all die.
So in first grade some friends and I decided to dig a hole to china. We couldn’t let any of the teachers know our evil plan, however, so we decided to hide the hole when we were not working on it. We first dug under the home plate on the baseball field, yet we soon found out the hole was too wide to hide under the plate everyday.
(We had been digging this hole for the better part of a week now so it was getting pretty big).
So we made a basket-net out of sticks and leaves and put some of the dirt over it to hide the hole. It was actually a pretty good job too, because evidently about a week later when the baseball team came out to warm-up by running laps around the plates, someone fell into our pit of death and broke their leg, and as they fell down in pain also broke their arm. They also had several sticks we had used to cover the pit stuck in their leg.
Needless to say we didn’t tell anyone that we dug the hole, and it is now our fault that Benson Hill Elementary school doesn’t allow anyone to go onto the baseball field during recess.
I think every teenager loves John Green’s novels because he offers them philosophical problems and questions without treating them like children. It’s not an adult’s ‘let me explain’, it’s an equals 'let’s think about it together’.
Honestly, as an adult and a teacher it’s a perspective we rarely have because it forces us to have a positive opinion on our youth which we also rarely have.
I only follow 100 blogs and about half of those are active so I need to follow more people ;w; reblog if you post the following:
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“Lucy, please wake up…” he said in a broken voice as tears began to run down his cheeks like rivers. “Lucy! Oh, Mavis, what have I done?” After the battle against Zeref and losing control of his demonic powers, Natsu has to deal with the consequences of his acts.
A/N: Hi, everyone! I’m Sil (myentropicmess) and this time I’m posting my submission for ft-angst-week alone. The first time I heard about the prompts, I chose this prompt all for myself, without co-writers, even if I had to die with this challenge. I was afraid to write some scenes, but I always had my lovely betas Sara (worshiperofunknownstories), San (onlywordswithoutsense) and Marta (mavis-118) by my side supporting me and making all of this possible… Is such a pleasure working with all of you. I also have to thank Sia and his flawless album “1000 forms of fear” for helping me in my moments of writer’s block (the songs are so inspirational *-*).
Disclaimer: I don’t own Fairy Tail Universe or its characters, they belong to Mashima sensei.
You can also read this oneshot on fanfiction.net and AO3… Reviews are welcome as always! ^^
Yesterday is gone and you will be OK
Place your past into a book, burn the pages
Let ‘em cook.
It was nearly noon and Lucy Heartfilia was bouncing her leg up and down on the ball of her foot as she was sitting beside the writing desk of her bedroom, showing her uneasiness. She tried to finish one chapter from the novel she was currently writing, as an attempt to distract herself, but words didn’t want to come to her mind. They’d never been late before and that was worrying her. What could have happened to them? Should she call Juvia and Gray to tell them about it? No, that only would put the ice mage in overprotective mode for nothing. Maybe the reason they were late was because classes had ended later than usual or because they had stayed a little longer with their friends. Yes, definitely that would be the reason.
While she was having those thoughts, she didn’t notice that the door of the bedroom she shared with her husband got open. Neither when Natsu approached her chair and softly put his hands on her shoulders in an attempt to reassure her uneasiness.
“You worry too much,” the fire dragon slayer said. “You know how they are. Maybe Haru and Ur got entertained on their way home and lost track of time. Moreover, they have their magic well mastered and they can overcome any danger. Have a little faith in them.”
“How can you be so sure? At this rate they could have been attacked by only Mavis knows who and we are here, not helping them…” As Lucy was clenching her fists and looking at the ground, Natsu kneeled to put himself at her height.
“Hey, don’t be so pessimistic.” Natsu caught her right hand and kissed it to reassure her.
“And you… You don’t be so relaxed about it!” she replied, retiring her hand and feeling how tears began to fill her eyes. The fire dragon slayer wasn’t to blame for her sudden outburst and it pained her to see a hurt expression on his face, but, at that moment, she was reaching her limit. “I’m… I’m sorry, Natsu… I didn’t want to… I’m just…”
“I know.” He brushed her hair from her eyes to look at her. “Now we are going to talk to Gray and Juvia to try to solve this, alright? I promised to protect our family, remember?” he added, putting a lock of blond hair behind her ear.
“Yes…” she whispered. Concern didn’t leave her just yet, but what she did know was that Natsu always kept his promises. And that occasion wasn’t going to be an exception.
As she got up from her chair with Natsu’s help and they went downstairs, they heard the bell of their house ringing. Thinking about the possibility that it could be Uria and their son, they looked at each other and ran to the hall, opening the door right after.
Even if she thought about the possibility and created different scenarios, Lucy freaked out when she saw the scene at the other side of the door. There they were. Haru and Uria. Harmed and covered in injuries. Without a second thought she rushed to their side with a concerned expression.
“Oh my stars! What have happened to you two?” Lucy said as she brushed Haru’s blond hair, which had stains of his own blood on it. She also noticed bandages around his forehead and that one of his eyes was swollen.