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Hit Korean boy band BTS is ready to take over Anaheim

Rap Monster, one of the seven guys in the South Korean boy band BTS, says it was only at the end of 2016 that he and the others realized how huge their band had become around the world.

“Somebody in the company sent me a message: ‘You got No. 26 on Billboard OMG congratulations,’” says Mr. Monster, the 22-year-old rapper born Kim Nam-joon, by phone from Chicago where BTS was set to play on Thursday before hitting Honda Center for a pair of sold-out shows on Saturday and Sunday.

“At first I thought, 'Ha ha, your humor isn’t really very good,’” says Rap Monster, the leader of the group and its primary songwriter. “We didn’t believe it.”

But as more messages started to ping onto their phones he says the BTS boys realized it was no joke: Their sophomore album, “Wings,” entered the Billboard 200 chart at No. 26 after its October release, making it the highest chart position for any K-pop act – not to mention one that sings primarily in Korean – and offering a bit of foreshadowing for Billboard naming the record the best K-pop album of the year.

Since then things have only gotten sunnier for Rap Monster, Jin, Suga, J-Hope, Jimin, V and Jungkook. In February, “Wings” was re-released in a new edition as “You’ll Never Walk Alone,” and the combined editions have since sold nearly 1.5 million copies worldwide. Music videos for “Spring Day” and “Not Today” were released a week apart last month as well and exploded on YouTube where they’ve currently racked up 59.2 million and 60.1 million views respectively.

“When we heard that and really got that, I was saying, 'OK, this is going to be a whole other world,’” Rap Monster says of the significance of the Billboard chart success and all that followed. “And I feel like we should do something more, and dream something more.”

This past week they’ve taken a step toward something more, playing their first headlining and sold-out arena dates in the United States, after previously having mostly played on multi-artist billings at KCON conventions held here.

“So many people just to see BTS was really an honor,” Rap Monster says of the opening pair of shows at the Prudential Center in Newark, N.J. “It feels dreamy these days.”

Not, mind you, that it’s been anything like an overnight success or an easy road for him and the other BTS members.

He grew up a top student in his school who loved American rappers such as Eminem and Nas, performing even as he attended high school and eventually catching the attention of BTS future manager Bang Si-hyuk at BigHit Entertainment in South Korea. And though he says he gave up on music when he was 16, lacking confidence in where he was headed, he says Bang encouraged him to stay strong, believe in himself, and sign on as the first to join BTS, even though at the time he wasn’t sure who or what it would end up incorporating.

“I was not aware of the other members,” Rap Monster says. “But I like the company and I respect them. And he promised to me, 'I will make you do your music and get big someday, so please believe me.’

"So I believed him.”

The other six members soon were selected, each of them bringing different talents on the mic or on stage. Songs were developed by Rap Monster and the other members, with a team of producers working to craft the best music from the raw material, the melodies and beats, that they created.

“Our chemistry is different from other groups,” Rap Monster says. “Everyone has their own points and characteristics. If I’m a bad dancer, a good dancer teaches me. If I’m a good songwriter, I help the others with a good melody.”

We ask the obvious question: Are you a bad dancer?

He laughs and answers: “Yes, I’m a bad dancer.”

Their music is different from a lot of K-pop acts that have made ripples on the American airwaves. They’re not popular because of the novelty aspect of their songs – think “Gangnam Style” by Psy from a few years back. And they’re not quite as bubblegum as a group such as Girls Generation or as eclectic as the synthpop of f(x), the first Korean band to play the South By Southwest festival.

Instead, BTS often aims for that sweet spot where R&B and rap get together, the kind of stuff Justin Bieber might be doing if he sang in Korean and there were six Bieber variations with fashionable hair and eclectic yet unified fashion choices.

“BTS music sounds like it’s from America,” Rap Monster says. “We decide to always watch the trends and watch what’s going on over the world. America’s the No. 1 market in the world so that’s why people in America prefer us.”

As for communicating through the language divide, Rap Monster says that’s partly handled by the group’s wildly enthusiastic social media following: “Fans translate our lyrics and interviews,” he says of a following that has landed them at the top of Billboard’s Social 50 list for a total of 17 weeks since “Wings” dropped in October. “They’re able to say, 'OK, BTS is talking about us and our lives.’”

And it’s partly addressed through lyrical subjects that express the common hopes and dreams and fears and worries of any teenager or young adult in any country.

“Our lyrics are mostly Korean but we always talk about the young people’s lives and their minds,” Rap Monster says. “There’s something similar between every young person in the world, in America or in Korea. We share something together even if we use different languages or live so far.”

American fans are also the savviest music lovers in the world, Rap Monster says, which made heading out on this brief headlining tour a little bit intimidating at first.

“We actually were scared of performing in America as a solo act,” he says. “Their playlists are the best in the world. I was really nervous for them.

"But after we were on stage our fear disappeared. They’re like everybody, they’re like friends. Singing along all of the lyrics even through the raps. They know how to play, the rhythms and the dances.”

An aside here to share our favorite piece of Rap Monster trivia. You might be wondering whether he spoke through a translator. He did not. His excellent English skills were polished in the classroom but also at home through what he refers to as “a Korean mothers syndrome.”

“'Friends’ was really famous for the mothers in Korea for English education,” Rap Monster says of the hit American sitcom from the '90s. “It was kind of like a syndrome. Korean mothers make their kids watch 'Friends’ even when they were eating food or playing.

"I think it really helped. It has like 10 seasons, I think, and I watched it like more than five times through the 10 seasons. They use the gestures and expressions, like, Americans use, right? I think that naturally teaches me how to speak or how to make a gesture when you try to express some emotions.

"Thank you, 'Friends,’” he says, laughing. “God bless 'Friends’!”

Rap Monster recently collaborated with the American rapper Wale on the song “Change,” which like some of BTS’ other songs – and unlike most K-pop – touches on politics and societal issues. He says he’d loved Wale’s music for a few years when the opportunity to do the song came along last year “like a miracle, like a dream come true.

"The song has already come out and we shot a music video together, but still sometimes I lie in my bed and think, 'Did I really do something with him?’” Rap Monster says.

He knows that boy groups from Backstreet Boys and 'N Sync to the Jonas Brothers and One Direction tend to have a finite lifespan before members get restless to move on solo projects, acting gigs and other opportunities. But he thinks the variety of interests and musical genres that individual BTS members have can be handled on the side or even within the group, and BTS itself can carry on.

So while Rap Monster says he’d love to collaborate with Drake or Miguel one day, Suga feels the same way about Kanye West and Flume. Jungkook seems more inclined toward pop R&B – his dream musical partners would include Bieber or Charlie Puth. V is a little bit old school, having mentioned Norah Jones and the Fugees as on his wish list. Rap Monster ticks off the rest of the band: Jimin digs Chris Brown, J-Hope is into the similarly initialed J. Cole, and Jin is a fan of old-school showman Bruno Mars.

“I always tell them that every time we have hits under the name of BTS we shine the best when we are a team,” Rap Monster says. “I know all the seven members, they love music, and I know their No. 1 wish is for us to perform and make music and sing and dance.

"Maybe someday someone will want to be on a television show or be an actor,” he says. “I just hope they know all of the popularity and fame and money is from the name of our team. That’s not one person, everybody contributes to the team.

"Nobody knows the future. I just hope it can last as long as possible.”

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A Rebel’s Study.
1) Disassembly Required - Geof Mann
2) Thomas Sankara An African Revolutionary - Ernest Harsch
3) Dialectical Materialism - V.G. Afanasyev
4) The Conquest of Bread - Kropotkin
5) Companion to Marx’s Capital vol 1 - David Harvey
6) Prison Notebooks - Gramsci
7) Hegemony How-To - Smucker
8) Understanding Power (Thr Indispensable Chomsky) - Noam Chomsky
9) 17 Contradictions And The End of Capitalism - David Harvey
10) The Wretched of the Earth - Frantz Fanon
11) State and Revolution - Lenin
12) Red Star Over China - Edgar Snow
13) Strategy for Conquest - Mallin
14) Dark Rebellion Xyz Dragon - Konami

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Who cares about a social life, spending time with people face to face, when you are clearly uncomfortable about your vocal skills.
Instead, reading books, fangirling and spending time on the Internet memeing is way more productive
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anonymous asked:

what are some examples of autistic social difficulties?

There are a lot of potential social difficulties that can come along with autism. The following is a list of social difficulties taken from the article DSM Criteria For Autism Explained:

Differences in social approach

  • Difficulty starting social interactions
  • May not initiate social interactions at all
  • Differences in ways of approaching others
  • Difficulty understanding physical boundaries

Differences in flow of conversation

  • Difficulty understanding when it is one’s turn to talk (may result in interrupting others or not speaking out of hesitancy to interrupt)
  • Conversation may be very focused on a particular topic
  • Conversation may be one sided/a monologue
  • Difficulty initiating conversation
  • May not respond when spoken to directly
  • May have difficulty with social norms of conversation (may not clarify if not understood or may not provide background information to what is being said)
  • Lack of engagement in small talk

Reduced sharing of interests

  • May not be interested in sharing interests with others
  • May not point out or show interesting objects to other people
  • May have difficulty remaining engaged in conversation about a subject one is not interested in

Reduced sharing of emotions/affect

  • May not smile in response to another’s smile
  • May not share enjoyment, excitement, or achievements with others
  • May not respond to praise
  • May not show pleasure in social interactions
  • May have difficulty offering comfort to others
  • May be averse or indifferent to physical affection/contact

Differences in use of eye contact

  • May be averse to eye contact
  • May make too much eye contact
  • May not know when to make eye contact
  • May use eye contact only in specific situations such as only with familiar people or only with strangers

Differences in body posturing

  • May face away from listener during conversation
  • May appear uninterested in conversation
  • May not use gestures to deliberately communicate
  • May have difficulty understanding other’s body posturing

Differences in the use of gestures

  • May not use typical gestures such as pointing, waving, or nodding/shaking head
  • May have difficulty understanding the gestures others make

Differences in vocal tone

  • May speak too loudly or too quietly for a situation
  • May speak with different pitch, intonation, rhythm, stress, or prosody than is typical
  • May speak very quickly or very slowly

Differences in affect

  • More limited or exaggerated facial expressions than is typical
  • May appear cold or unengaged
  • Limited range of tone of voice
  • May have difficulty conveying emotions via words
  • May have difficulty interpreting or understanding other’s nonverbal communication

Difficulty coordinating verbal and nonverbal communication

  • Words may not match up with facial expressions/tone of voice
  • May have difficulty coordinating eye contact and gestures

Difficulty developing and maintaining relationships

Difficulty taking another’s perspective

Difficulty adjusting behavior to fit a situation

  • May not notice another’s lack of interest in an activity
  • May not notice nonverbal social cues indicating a request for change in behavior
  • May express emotions that do not fit a situation (laughing or smiling when something sad has happened, for example)
  • May ask socially inappropriate questions or make socially inappropriate statements
  • May not understand or be aware of social rules
  • May not recognize when not welcome in a social setting
  • May not notice how one’s behavior affects others emotionally
  • May not notice when one is being teased or mocked

Difficulty engaging in imaginative play with other’s as a child, though may engage in imaginative play alone

Difficulties making friends

  • May not initiate friendships
  • May not engage in cooperative play as a child but rather parallel play only
  • May make friends outside of age range (i.e. may make friends with people significantly older or younger)
  • May have an interest in making friends but doesn’t understand the social conventions involved
  • May not respond to social advances of others
  • May prefer to interact one on one rather than as part of a group

May appear to not be interested in other people

  • May prefer solitary activities
  • May prefer to interact with a select group of people
  • May not try to attract the attention of others
  • May have a limited interest in others

-Sabrina

8 Tips for Journalism Majors

1. A journalism professor once asked me why I didn’t get a specific piece of information and I said “They didn’t tell me about it.” She said ” No, you didn’t ask.” I’ll never ever forget this: If you don’t ask, they won’t tell you.

2. Try and say yes to all kinds of story assignments. You never know what you might learn or who you might meet.

3. Keep rewriting your questions. Make them better and more open-ended. You want your subject to talk about things they weren’t planning on talking about. The more questions you ask, the more unique information you have for your story/article.

4. When interviewing someone, some longer pauses in conversations are okay. They’ll feel like they need to fill the silence so they’ll continue to speak. Just listen.

5. Notice everything. What they’re drinking, eating, wearing, their gestures, their speech patterns. No detail is too small.

6. I hate when professors tell me there’s stories all around me but it’s true. I just have to stop being lazy and actually pay attention. Be in the know! Sign up for local newsletters, read local blogs, read flyers on cork boards at the coffee shop, read everything you come across.

7. If you don’t write for the school paper, even once or twice, you’ll have nothing to use for when you’re applying to internships and jobs. So please, get some clips in while you can.

8. Learn all about social media and how to use it to your advantage. Track your online work, see what people are responding to and engage them. Branch out. They won’t come to you, you have to go to them. That applies to everything in journalism and life, too.

Reblog if you'd read a story about mythical creatures helping people with disorders and disabilities that doesn't end with them simply being "healed"

I want to see what the demand for this would be if I write this.

Dex gets up when Lardo throws her stuffed walrus at him. “Dex. I am going to sleep. Turn off the light.”

He has been sitting for so long his legs have cramped. When he stands up he staggers.

He switches off the light and gently closes Lardo’s door. It’s going to be his door next year. His and Nursey’s. Dex feels sick at the thought. 

He checks his phone. A bunch of chirping about the dibs flip in the team chat. A single message from Chowder.

Call me when you get this.

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Secrets- Riverdale X Reader chapter 1- The rivers Edge ((Jughead Jones))

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

Fandom: riverdale

 Warnings: none

 Word count: lots

notes: let me know if you want more of this! is anyone actually interested?

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 You studied yourself in the bathroom mirror intently. You still looked the same.

Same (E/C) eyes, same (H/C) hair. But you weren’t the same, not after what had happened over the summer. 

After that summer, nothing could ever be the same.

 The girl in the mirror was you, but you had no idea who that was. On July 3rd of this year, your mother had told you a closely guarded secret about the circumstances surrounding your birth, the reason your mom had left riverdale, and who your father really was. She felt you finally needed to learn the truth.

You were a Blossom…well, sort of.

When Cheryl and Jason’s mother was pregnant with the twins, their Father, Clifford Blossom, had developed a wandering eye…and it had wandered straight to your mother. They had been together 2 months before your mother had found out she was pregnant. 

So, your father had taken immediate action. He had paid your mother two hundred thousand to take you and herself far away and to keep her mouth shut.
But when your Grandmother got sick, all bets were off. 

So your Mother had sat you down and told you everything. Including that you were moving back to Riverdale within the week, a town you had both left behind you, and for good reason.

The next day, Jason Blossom had gone missing.

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Nearly 3 months later and here you were, getting ready for your first day of school at Riverdale High. It was terrifying having this huge secret weighing you down, especially when your newly discovered half sister went to your school. 

You ruffled a shaky hand through your hair and walked out of the bathroom. The last thing you needed was added attention from being late on day one.

You left your house and stepped out into the warm September air.

You walked towards the school, the slight breeze making the residual summer heat a little more bearable.

When you got to the high school, it was swarming with teens. Each one in their own little world, greeting friends they haven’t seen in months with warm smiles and thankfully, ignoring you.

You wandered in to the school caught up in your thoughts and anxieties, before running smack into a blonde girl, her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.

You lost your balance and went tumbling, taking the blonde girl with you. You hit the ground with a thud and she landed next to you right after. Face flushed red in embarrassment, you jumped up and started apologizing rapidly “Oh crap are you okay? I’m so sorry!“ 

The girl just waved a hand, dismissing your frantic apologies, “It’s fine, I’m alright. Don’t worry about it.“ 

Even with her reassurances, you still stuck out a hand to help her up, which she took and got up on her feet. You knew you had to be somewhere, but you still felt kinda awful.                                                                                                 

"Hey, are you new?” the girl was looking at you with curiosity.

You shrugged, “Yeah I guess I am. My names (Y/N) (L/N)”                                       

The blondes face instantly lit up in recognition, “I’m Betty Cooper, your peer mentor!” Betty gave you a warm smile, which you hesitantly returned “Guess it’s a good thing I ran into you then, huh?” you laughed nervously.

 
Betty nodded at you with a smile. “I guess it is. Anyways, now that I have you, just follow me. I’m also mentoring another new student named Veronica Lodge.”

You knew that name, everyone did. Her father had been in the news for months, but you decided to keep your mouth shut. It wasn’t any of your business who Veronica’s father was or what he had done. You hoped the sentiment would be a two way street.

You caught up to a raven haired girl at the office. Her and Betty exchanged pleasantries. You didn’t really listen to the small talk but you figured this was Veronica. 

Betty and Veronica started walking. You quickly caught up and walked alongside them.

 "Soooo…I usually start off my tours with a little history and context” Betty began, “Riverdale High first opened its doors in 1941 and–”

Veronica cut Betty off mid sentence. “And hasn’t been redecorated since, apparently. Honestly, I feel like I’m wandering through the lost epilogue of our town.” you smiled at Veronica’s comment. The school seriously did have a ‘vintage’ sort of air.

Veronica was talking again, “So whats the social scene here like? Any nightclubs?”

Before Betty could answer, a new guy with brown hair and a green sweater came up beside you, before moving in front, walking backwards to be face to face with the 3 of you. “A strip club called the Ho Zone, and a tragic gay bar called Innuendo.” Your lips quirked up at the edges at the ridiculous club names.
Green sweater continued his list of social activities.

“Friday nights, football games. And then tailgate parties at the mal-mart parking lot. Saturday night is movie night, regardless of whats playing at the Bijou. And you better get there early because we don’t have reserved seating in Riverdale. And Sunday nights? Thank GOD for HBO.”

Betty smiled as the boy wrapped a friendly arm around her shoulder, “Veronica lodge, (Y/N) (L/N), Kevin Keller. Veronica and (Y/N) are new here, Kevin is–” Betty started to introduce the three of you but was once again cut off by Veronica, “Gay. Thank god. Let’s be best friends.” She stuck a hand out for him to shake. 

You gave him a smile and a polite “Hello” but Kevin’s attention was on Veronica.
Kevin took her hand and gave it a quick shake, before leaning in conspiratorially. 

“Is it true what they say about your dad?” he said in a semi hushed tone. Betty shot him a warning glare and you inhaled a sharp breath. But Veronica just took it in stride, a noticeably more guarded expression on her face. 

“That he’s the devil incarnate?…I stand by my father.“ 

She crossed her arms and gave Betty a pointed look, "Does everyone here know?” Betty and Kevin were silent, refusing to meet her gaze. “Judging by the looks you’ve been getting? I think so.” You blurted out before you could stop yourself.

Veronica gave an annoyed tight lipped smile, “Wonderful. Ten minutes in and I’m already the blue jasmine of riverdale high.”

Veronica stormed off and Betty gave Kevin another pointed look. Kevin shrugged and shook his head. 
"What?” Kevin asked, but instead of answering, Betty just followed Veronica. You followed Betty, Kevin close behind.

By the time you had caught up to Betty, she and Veronica were already back to chatting about Riverdale Highs social calendar. So you just fell into step beside them.

“So there’s everything Kevin already told you and- oh, of course, there’s the back to school semi-formal dance this weekend–” Betty was yet again cut off by Veronica who grabbed her arm and stopped Betty mid stride with a little gasp of excitement. “There’s the hottie you were with last night. The red-headed Ansel Elgort.”

You leaned over to Kevin “If the boys all look like that, I’m going to love Riverdale.” You joked, Kevin responded with an amused snort. 

Before you could continue your jokes about the attractive Riverdale male populace, Veronica was talking again. “Is he your boyfriend?” You were pretty sure the question was aimed at Betty but Kevin answered too,

“No we’re just friends” was Betty’s answer and "No, he’s straight.” was Kevins.
The three of you looked at Kevin, smiling in amusement at the mix up.

Veronica had an intrigued smile on her face as she watched Archie, “In that case, mind putting in a word? I’ve tried every flavour of boy but orange.”

By the look on Betty’s face you immediately knew that was a touchy subject.

“Actually, to clarify, Betty and Archie aren’t dating, but they are endgame.” Kevin informed Veronica, causing her to immediately switch gears and give Betty a matter-of-fact look. “You should ask him to the semi-formal then.”

“She should, but I heard it might be getting cancelled, because of what happened to Jason. They’re going to tell us at the assembly." 

Your breath caught at Jason’s name, a bit of paranoia gripping at you. Did he know? There was no way he knew, nobody did.
"Who’s Jason?” you rushed out in a slightly too high tone. You figured asking who he was would let you play dumb about the Blossom family as a whole. Veronica added on, “and what happened to him?" 

Betty and Kevin shared an awkward silent look, their mouths open like they were looking for the right words.

Betty was quiet as Kevin explained the July 4th incident, You knew already. You had googled the Blossoms two days after your mother had told you the truth of who you were. Just in time for you to learn of the fatal accident that took the life of an older brother you would never meet.

After Kevin was finished explaining, everyone was quiet as you walked to the gym to attend the assembly. A heavy silence hung over the four of you.
When you reached the gym you stopped dead.

 Cheryl Blossom would be in this room. As Kevin reached to pull open the doors you managed to speak. "It’s awful what happened to Jason. I hope Cheryl is going to be okay…” three pairs of eyes were immediately on you, “None of us mentioned Cheryl (y/n), how do you know who she is?” Kevin asked, his and Bettys expressions were confused and Veronicas was suspicious.

You swore internally. “I heard one of the students talking about her earlier, I just put two and two together at the name Blossom.” You lied with ease. You had always been quick at thinking on your feet…even if you hated lying.

Betty and Kevin nodded accepting your answer, but Veronicas suspicious gaze lingered on you. You were going to have to be a lot more careful around Veronica Lodge.

Your group filed into the crowded gym. Pretty much all the seats were taken except 3 near the left bottom corner and a few singles scattered around. The four of you eyed each other awkwardly.
“You guys go ahead, I’ll be fine by myself.” You smiled at them. Betty looked relieved, and then a little guilty, “Are you sure (y/n)?” You nodded “Totally sure.”

Kevin grinned. “Catch up with us after, I’ll continue to be your designated Riverdale guide.”
“See you after.” you replied, before wandering off to find a seat.

You ended up sitting next to a guy with black hair and an odd grey beanie up in the back corner. He made no acknowledgement of you when you sat down, typing away at his laptop. He was definitely interesting, you could tell that. But before you could say anything, a girl with striking red hair had begun talking.

What she said next was lost to you, all you could hear was blood rushing through your head and your pulse pounding. That was Cheryl. It was so surreal, her being 40 feet away from you, with no idea who you were. You were strangers to each other, but still siblings. Still family. But she would never know. No one could ever know. You registered her asking for a moment of silence to reflect on how Jason had touched each of the students lives, as you tried to push away the onslaught of new and powerful emotions.

The boy next to you was watching you intently, silently observing your odd reaction to Cheryls speech. The way you were gripping the seat so hard your knuckles were turning white. When you looked back and him he diverted his gaze and went back to typing.

You managed to get a grip on yourself and calm down, the earlier aura of panic, switching to bored and collected with practiced ease. You bottled stuff up, always had. That was something that hadn’t changed. 


Cheryl was speaking again and you immediately turned your focus to her.
“Thank you for that moment of silence. Many of you were lucky enough to have known my brother personally. Each and every one of you meant the world to Jason.”
Cheryls voice was calm and collected, which you thought was impressive for someone who had just lost her twin.”

But maybe Cheryl Blossom was just like that. You had no frame of reference.
“I loved my brother. He was, and always will be, my soulmate. So I speak with the confidence only a twin could have, Jason wouldn’t want us to spend the year mourning.”

The boy next to you fidgeted as Cheryl talked. You bounced your leg and tried to remain stone faced beside him. You glanced at him to see he was already looking at you. You figured it was just because you were the new girl. But his eyes seemed like he was seeing something more, trying to figure you out instead of just looking.

“Jason would want us to move on with our lives. Which is why I’ve asked the school board not to cancel the back to school semi-formal. but rather to let us use it as a way to heal collectively.–”

People all around you were cheering enthusiastically at the news about the semi-formal. Cheryl had a smile on her face that seemed genuinely warm and sincere.

“–and celebrate my brothers too, too short life on this mortal coil. Thank you all.” Cheryl walked off the small makeshift stage and exited the room.

You grabbed your bag and left through the side door as soon as the assembly was over. You had a spare block and decided to just get some air. You needed the distraction, the break.                                                                                   You sat down under a giant tree with, just enough shade to block you from the lingering summer heat. You grabbed your sketchbook and a pencil from your bag and flipped to a blank page.

You had no idea what you were drawing, you just let the pencil flick across the paper, creating lines. Pretty soon there was a familiar face staring back at you.

Cheryl.

Oaper Cheryl looked like she was scared and upset, angled away like she was running from something. You had no idea why you had drawn it.

You immediately ripped it out of your book and crumpled it up, setting it beside you to be thrown away later.
You had just started scribbling a quick sketch of a little bird that was flitting around on the ground in front of you when an unfamiliar voice startled you out of your bubble.

“So you’re an artist?”

You whipped your head around, looking at the boy from the assembly leaning against the tree.

You brought the sketchbook close to your chest defensively, “I’m drawing, so I guess I must be.” You eyed him apprehensively. “Who are you exactly?”

He shifted his laptop bag on his shoulder. “Jughead Jones. The Third. I sat next to you at the assembly.”

You raised an eyebrow in curiousity, “Jughead Jones the third. That’s…unique.”

He nodded once, looking at you expectantly.

“My names (Y/N) (L/N)–” you paused, a hint of a mischievous smile on your lips. “the first.”

Jugheads lips quirked up for a split second, before switching back to the calculating look he wore at the assembly.  

“So (Y/N), you had a pretty strong reaction to cheryls speech. Did you know Jason?”

You instantly went on the defense. Your arms crossed against your chest and your expression became guarded. “No. I didn’t know anything about him before today.” you lied.

Jughead looked like he didn’t quite believe you, his eyes searching your face for signs of deception, and his expression was hard to read. You can almost see a little press cap and vintage camera. He reminded you of a reporter and that put you more on guard. “I just lost my best friend who was part of a pair of twins. I guess it just hit home.”

Another lie.

Jughead still looked a bit suspicious, but seemed to accept your lie for now. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by Betty calling your name.

“Well, that’s my cue to leave.” Jughead remarked dryly before turning and heading in the other direction.

Betty walked over to you and greeted you with a smile. “Hey (Y/N), we didn’t see you after the assembly.”

“Yeah, sorry I just needed some air." 

Betty nodded, her ponytail swishing behind her. "Well, do you want to join us for lunch?”

You smiled, one of the few genuine smiles of that day, “I’d actually love that.”
You packed up your stuff and reached for the balled up sketch from earlier, but it was gone. You hadn’t thought the wind was enough to move it today, but you figured you had misjudged. Not that it really mattered, people didn’t exactly inspect trash. You grabbed your bag and stood up to follow the two teens.


Betty and Kevin made a Beeline for the Red-headed boy from earlier, who was sitting alone at one of the picnic tables scattered around the courtyard. When the three of you sat down he looked up and greeted Betty and Kevin with warm smiles. His eyes were filled with confusion when his gaze landed on you.

Betty quickly introduced you, “(Y/N) meet Archie Andrews.”
Archie gave you a nod of acknowledgment “Hey”

You gave him a small smile and short wave in greeting.

Archie turned his attention to Betty and pulled out a laptop. He started talking but you weren’t listening.

Jughead was staring at you from across the outdoor seating area. You ended up staring right back. His eyes were locked with yours, both of you daring the other to look away. After about a minute Betty’s voice snapped you out of your weirdly intense staring contest.

“(y/n) are you okay? You’re kinda spacing out.”

You blinked a few times to clear your head. “Yeah sorry. Just daydreaming, I guess” You glanced back over to where Jughead had been but he was gone.

Betty nodded and looked at Archie, “Alright, now that (Y/N) is paying attention, you HAVE to play your song for us.”

Archie looked a tiny bit apprehensive but you didn’t think that has anything to do with you. It was the same feeling you get when people ask to see your drawings.
Archie sighed in resignation and hit play, a soft melody pouring through his laptops speakers. it was actually really good, something you hadn’t been expecting.

The song had only been on for about 30 seconds when Veronica walked up to the table,

“Can I join?” Veronica asked with a polite smile.
Archie closed his laptop, and Betty smiled at her “yeah.”  

Veronica moved to sit down with the rest of you, “What are we doing?” Veronica asked.

A proud grin broke out onto Bettys face. “Listening to one of Archies songs.” She leaned closer to Archie.

“I thought we were gonna have to pretend to like it, but its actually really good.”
You grinned at Kevins comment. You actually had been dreading the possibility of pretending to like Archies song, you honestly didn’t have the energy.

“Yeah I actually really really liked it.” You smiled at Archie. You had really liked his song, and hoped one day you guys could actually hear the rest.

Veronica looked kind of confused as she shifted in her seat, “Wait, that was you singing something you wrote?”

Archie looked away “It’s rough.”
Betty, who was starting to sound like Archies personal cheerleader, contradicted him. “No, it’s great.” she said, that huge grin still on her face

You glanced away. Jeez, Betty had it bad for this guy.

“It’s incredible, actually. The little snippet I heard. Is that your thing? Music? Are you doing something with that?” Veronica asked Archie while Betty watched her with a weird expression.

Archie nodded and took a sip of his drink, “Yeah, that’s the plan.” He immediately changed the subject. “So, how’s your guys first day going? good?” this seemed to be directed at you and veronica. You didn’t really have an answer so you just let her answer as you shrugged.

“Not to be a complete narcissist, but I thought people would be more–”
Kevin cut her off, “Obsessed with you? Any other year you’d be trending number one for sure. This year though, its all about Cheryl trying to win the best supporting psycho Oscar for her role as Riverdale Highs bereaved red widow." 

You bristled at this,
"She just lost her twin brother, Kevin. I think you’d be a little messed up too, especially in an accident like that.” Your tone was cold and a switch from the tables previous friendly banter.


An awkward silence fell over the table. Everyone looked a little uncomfortable at your comment and gave you curious looks. After a few moments Archie grabbed his bag “I should go. Meeting with Grundy, then football tryouts.”

Veronica smiled “You play football too? What don’t you do?” she quipped as Archie walked away from the group.

As soon as he was out of earshot you wiggled your eyebrows at Betty, “That right there is a damn good pick Betty.” She ducked her head in embarrassment.
Kevin looked at Veronica and you, “Before you guys ask, no she has not invited-”

Betty suddenly looked kind of panicked and shot the three of you warning stares, “No, not yet. and don’t talk about Archie.” then she quickly went back to nonchalantly eating her food as Cheryl Blossom herself approached your table.

Cheryl walked up to the table and put her hands on her waist, a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. The shock and panic from earlier had worn off for you, now Cheryl’s presence was just a fact.

“Veronica Lodge. I’d heard whisperings– I’m Cheryl Blossom.” Cheryl had that off-putting smile on her face the whole time she spoke. “May I sit? Betty, would you mind?”

Without waiting for a response, she sat down as Betty frowned a bit and slid down to the seat directly across from you and Kevin. You shot Betty a sympathetic look as Cheryl turned her attention to the rest of you. You noted that she hadn’t bothered to introduce herself to you, even though you were new as well.
“So, what are you four hens gossiping about? Archies efron-esque emergence from the chrysalis of puberty?” Cheryl had a conspiratorial smile and Betty shook her head as a warning for you and Veronica.

“Extracurriculars. Weatherbee wants me and (y/n) to sign up for a few.” Veronica switched the focus off Archie. At the mention of your name Cheryl finally acknowledged you, looking you up and down with a judgmental stare. You shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. Cheryl seemed to deem you not totally offensive and flashed that fake smile at you as a way of acknowledging your existence.
“Cheer leading! You must. I am senior captain of the river vixens.” Cheryl moved her hair to her other shoulder and watched Veronicas reaction intently.
“Is cheer leading still a thing?” Kevin said before Veronica could answer. You stifled a laugh at the statement and the almost genuine look of confusion on his face.

Cheryl fixed him with a cold stare, annoyance lacing her tone. “Is being the gay best friend still a thing?” She then turned back to Veronica and switched back to cheer leading.“Some people say its retro. I say its eternal and iconic.” She wore a proud smirk.

“At Spence, I sat at the top of the elites pyramid. I’m in.” Veronica said, then looked at you and Betty. “Betty, (y/n) you’re trying out too.”
You just nodded, you had no intention of trying out for cheer leading but weren’t going to say anything in front of Cheryl.

Cheryl looked at you and Betty, once again with that judgy stare, “Of course! Anyone’s welcome to try out.” Cheryl looked down at Bettys plate of food with disdain, “But Betty’s already got so much on her plate right now…And being a vixen is kind of a full-time thing, but open to all!”

You clenched your fists at your sides, your temper getting the better of you. Any sympathy you may have felt for Cheryl was rapidly fading.

Cheryl got up from the table and addressed you and Veronica, “Follow me on Twitter and I’ll do the same. my handles @CherylBombshell” and with a smile she turned and walked away.

Veronica smiled in relief as soon as Cheryl was gone. “Okay go ahead and hate on cheer leading but if Hipster prince Harry–”
Betty interrupted veronica, “Oh, I’d love to be a cheerleader. It would look good on my college applications. But, last year when I tried out Cheryl said I was too fat.”

“Too season 5 Betty Draper. It was a great line.” Kevin the looked guilty and amended with “But not all all true.”

Immediately your already flaring temper got the best of you, “Seriously? Is that what that plate crack was about? that was so rude and uncalled for.”
Kevin hummed in agreement and Betty nodded sheepishly.

“I agree with (y/n), that was a total bitch move. But you’re a total smoke show now, I mean it. As hot and as smart as you are…you should be the Queen Bae of this Drab hive…look, if you want to be a River Vixen, I’ll help you prep. I have moves. You too (y/n), we can all tryout together.”

You vigorously shook your head, “Thanks for the offer, but cheer leading isn’t my scene. I’m going to have to pass. I’ll totally come and provide Moral support though.”
Veronica looked a tiny bit disappointed but nodded in acceptance, “Alright (y/n) is out, how about you Betty?”

Betty looked deep in thought for a few seconds before smiling broadly at Veronica, “Okay, you know what? Show me your moves.”
You grinned at Betty, “I bet it doesn’t hurt that Archie will get to see you at the game, in your cheerleader uniform.”
Betty flushed a deep red and Kevin and veronica both laughed light heartedly. The rest of lunch period was passed in good natured teasing and friendly banter. 


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On the day of the semi-formal you were a lot more adjusted to riverdale, Cheryl was just the schools resident mean girl and Jason was just some boy who had passed away over the summer essentially they were strangers to you. It didn’t matter that they shared a common parent anymore, It was a secret that would be kept, and hopefully completely ignored.

You were walking home from the nearby 7-11 when your phone chimed with an unread text notification. You unlocked your phone and a text from Betty filled your screen.

’(y/n) do you need a ride? we’re going to the dance at 7’
You grinned at your phone.

‘we? meaning you and Archie? ;)’
a few minutes passed with no response before Betty finally answered,

‘We meaning Veronica, Archie and me.’
You frowned at the message, Betty had apparently lost her nerve.

damn :( but no, I don’t need a ride I live like 2 blocks from the school.’
You waited for a response but Betty never answered, You figured she had been caught up in some pre-dance prep or something, and continued on your walk home.

You arrived at your house a few seconds later and unlocked the door. An empty silence greeted you, your mom was away on a business trip.  Your mother worked as a freelance consultant for big corporations and had to travel alot because of it, so you were usually alone in the house.

Growing up you had a housekeeper that would take care of you, but she had died a few years ago. And by that point you were old enough to take care of yourself, so most of the time it was just you.
When your mother was home she would generally be with your grandmother at the retirement home, your grandma had developed dementia and wasn’t usually lucid as of late. But you weren’t close to her so it was harder on your mother than on you.

You shook the depressing thoughts from your head and wandered into the kitchen and put your bag down. It was around three and you still needed to do some homework before getting ready for the dance.
You grabbed the books from your bag and plugged in your headphones, starting on your latest English assignment.

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Four hours later you were all dolled up and headed to the school, your heels clicked on the pavement as you walked, your hair was down and jostled lightly in the cool breeze.

You walked up to the schools front doors and could already hear music pouring from the gym. You walked in to see Betty standing alone.
“Hey, wheres Veronica and Archie? aren’t they your companions for the evening?”
Betty smiled a little sadly and opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by Kevin.

“Betty, (Y/n), You will not BELIEVE who just propositioned me in the bathroom. Give you a hint, his name may be moose…But I’d describe a certain appendage of his as as horse-like.”
You choked on a laugh at the description and put a hand over your mouth, “Oh man I knew one of the football players had to be gay, the small town gods demand it." 

Betty was just speechless her mouth open in shock.

Veronica showed up a few seconds later, "Hey (y/n) when did you get here?”
You shrugged, “A minute or so ago.”

She nodded in acknowledgement and turned to Kevin.
“I need a dance partner.” Veronica Grabbed Kevins hand with a grin and led him out to the dance floor. They passed Reggie and Moose on their way while the two boys were filling a flask with punch.

Kevin gave Moose an awestruck look as they passed and Moose quickly averted his gaze, which made you start laughing all over again. Your laughter caused Betty to start giggling too. But your laughter was cut short when Cheryls voice came through the loud speakers.

“Good evening, friends. are you all having a good time?”
The crowd around you clapped and cheered.

“As honorary chairperson and de facto Queen of tonights semi-formal…it is my great pleasure to introduce this evenings main entertainment. To know them is to be obsessed with them. Though they usually perform their own material– tonight they’re making an exception…And debuting a cover of the song my parents claim they were listening to the night Jason and I were conceived, this ones for you, JJ.”

You raised an eyebrow at the song choice, it was a little odd to pick something like that. But before you could comment Archie came up to you and Betty.“Sorry about that…oh hey (y/n)”

“I give you Josie and the pussycats!” Cheryl finished right after Archie spoke.
More cheering erupted around you at the mention of the bands name.
Music filled the gym as a slow song was played by the girls on the stage.

Archie turned to Betty, “Wanna dance?”
Betty broke out into a wide grin and happily accepted, leaving you standing alone at the edge of the room.

You watched with a happy grin on your face as Betty and Archie Danced, smiles on their faces. But your smile was quickly turned into a frown as Bettys face grew serious and she removed her arms from around Archies neck. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but you knew it couldn’t be good as Archie looked away from her uncomfortably.

Betty looked upset as the song came to an end and her and Archie stood stiffly beside each other.

You caught up to Kevin and Veronica by the snack table.
“did you guys see Archie and Betty? That really didn’t look good.”
Kevin and Veronica nodded and shared your worried look but before you three could discuss further one of Cheryls friends came up, and invited Veronica and you to an after party at Cheryls

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You were sitting on a couch next to Betty kind of uncomfortable and lost in your own thoughts as you stared intently at a picture of Clifford Blossom, yours and Cheryls father. It was surreal thinking about it, thinking about him, being in this house.

But Cheryls voice interrupted your thoughts.
“It’s game time at chez Blossom, kiddies. We’re going old school tonight Seven minutes in heaven. Who wants to tryst in the closet of love first? My vote is ‘A’ for Archie. Anyone care to second it?”

“Wait, actually–” Archie started to protest but Reggie cut him off.
YES! Andrews. yes.”

Cheryls smile was the sickeningly sweet one as she gestured for everyone to come closer. “All right, gather round kids. Lets see whos riding the ginger stallion tonight.”
She flicked her wrist expertly and the bottle began spinning, Betty and Veronica leaned in intently and you looked on gripped with fear for your friends, you knew Cheryl was up to something and it wasn’t going to be good.

The bottle came to a halt, pointing right between Betty and Veronica. You swore under your breath.
Oooh no way!” Reggie laughed, oblivious to the deeper problems at play.

Betty and Veronica shared an awkward look and Cheryl smirked triumphantly.
“Its clearing pointing to…the new girl. this should be fun.”

Veronica shifted uncomfortably in her seat, “Um, Im not doing this.”

“Thats up to you, but if you don’t…house rules decree the hostess gets to take your turn.” Cheryls tone was antagonistic, she knew exactly what she was doing to those three.

Instead of answering Veronica just looked defeated and Betty looked at Archie looking like she was about to cry.
They walked into the closet and shut the door, You put a hand on Betty’s shoulder and she just stared at the wall, her green eyes glistening.

10 minutes later they were still in the closet.

“Betty its okay, I’m sure Archie and Veronica would never do anything to hurt you.” You tried to reassure her.
Betty was silent and still.

Cheryl watched her with a predatory gaze, her tone was mocking and cruel “(y/n) is right Betty, I’m sure nothing is happening between them.” She smirked as a tear escaped Bettys eye and she ran from the room.

You glared at Cheryl. “Seriously?” your voice was sharp with anger, and you wanted to wipe that stupid triumphant smile off her face, but Betty was more important.

You ran out the front door into the cool night air, but Betty was nowhere in sight.
“Betty?”

No response.
You groaned in frustration and started searching for the blonde.

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Nearly half an hour later you were out of options and everything in this town was closed, except a diner called pop tates, with a resigned huff you decided to check here too as a last ditch effort.

You walked in the building and were instantly hit with the overwhelming smell of food cooking and something sweet. But food wasn’t why you were here.
You walked up to the counter and were greeted by an older man with kind eyes and a warm smile.
“Welcome to pop tates. you new in town?”

You nodded and your gaze darted around searching for Betty.
“Yeah I am listen, have you seen Betty Cooper?”

The man chuckled, “No, not tonight. but you are the second person to come in looking for her.” He gestured towards Archie who was sitting in a booth talking to Jughead. You stormed over to him.

“Archie Andrews I am going to kill you. Do you know how much you hurt Betty going into that closet? You could’ve refused! It’s not like Cheryl had a gun to your head! Or at the very least you could have have come out after the 7 minutes! You knew Betty liked you! You knew and I’m guessing those extra minutes in there weren’t filled with an innocent chat.”

Archie opened his mouth to respond but you cut him off.


“Betty doesn’t deserve this crap. And with Veronica!

way to rub salt in the–”

Archie cut your angry rant off.



“I know I messed up okay?” he looked defeated and heartbroken. “I’m going to go talk to her. I’m going to go fix this.”

“You better Andrews.” you crossed your arms and fixed him with a protective glare, but let him pass.

Jughead was staring at you with a peculiar expression on his face you couldn’t tell what was going on in his head, you didn’t care, not at the moment.

“What?” your tone wasn’t accusing or angry, just tired.

He stared at you like he was seeing you for the first time. 

“How long have you known Betty?”

You looked away and sighed, “I don’t know…a week?”


He nodded once and turned his focus back to his computer. You sat down in the seat across from him without asking and fixed him with a cryptic stare.



Jughead broke the silence, “Why?”

His question surprised you, and you just blinked.

“Why defend a girl you’ve only known for a week?” He pressed.


You sighed and looked down at your lap, your gaze refusing to meet Jugheads.

“I don’t know. people like Betty, she’s so kind and welcoming…Are so rare She accepted me and Veronica immediately. Even though Archie and Veronica had that spark, and she’s so head over heels for him…She still welcomed her welcomed us both treated us like friends. Then Veronica and Archie did what they did and hurt her so badly.”

You paused.



“This town already has enough hurting people.”

Jughead searched your face for a lie, or the hidden meaning behind your words. His Blue-green eyes met yours and you just stared right back, your face was neutral but there was a hint of sadness and Heaviness in your gaze.



You could tell he wanted you to explain further, and again you were reminded of a reporter. Digging at things that maybe should be left alone. And maybe you wanted to tell him…but you couldn’t.

You couldn’t tell anyone.



So, before Jughead had time to ask anything else, you stood up from the booth.

“I’ll see you around Jughead.”


And you left the diner, you walked home, and you went to bed.

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but for the town of Riverdale, the night was far from over.

List of Jikook AU #1

Jimin moves from Busan to Seoul after being accepted into dance school. He becomes roommates with Hoseok and he meets the mysterious and oh so handsome Jungkook who lives across the hallway. Jimin falls head over heels for him, but what Jimin doesn’t know is that Jungkook has a big secret.

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                     does   this            count  as  a  graphic  ??   who  knows  ??    but  it’s  all  ive  got  rn  sh.   but  i  just  felt  like  i  should  thank  all  of  u  !!   bc  i  cant  Believe  i  already  have  two  hundred  ppl  following  needy  and  it’s   BARELY   been  three  days ,,,,,,   and  everyone  has  been  hella  lovely  and  im  just  pumped  to  write  with  everyone  so   thank  u   v  v  much  !!   whether  ur  a  new  mutual  here  or  u  followed  me  from  cissy  or  maggie  i  actually  Adore  u  ok.

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canon divergent rec list

canon divergent is my favorite genre of fanfic, hands down!!!! lemme show u my faves <3 (as usual, please look at the warnings per fic) leave comments and kudos even if some of these r old af, they deserve all the love.

1. Bear Your Soul on the Ice by @diedraechin. Mature, WIP, 143k.

childhood!!! friends to lovers!!! coming of age!!! i love love love this fic. the portrayal of the friendship between yuuri and viktor (and chris) and the way they grow up and change together is So Good. i’m so invested in this fic 😩

2. Just Hold On (We’re Going Home) by @kiaronna. Mature, Complete, 23k.

VIKTOR FORGETS THE BANQUET BUT YUURI REMEMBERS. i swear, god, this gave me so much feels, and i’ve been dreaming of a fic like this and kiaronna just shows up and exceeds all my expectations and ajldjalskdjas. (sometimes i reread this and i cry)

3. Impossible Year by lainadraws. Teen, Complete, 6.7k.

short and sweet AU where they meet when they’re younger <3 their personalities are still on point. i love their story and the beautiful simplicity of it.

4. i know my madness by @astoryaboutwar. Explicit, Complete, 14k.

pretty sure i read this once a month lmao, this is the kind of story u don’t mind reading over and over bcos it’s So Good. I feel like almost everyone’s read this, but it still deserves to be here. i love Viktor here ❤️ friends w benefits ish that turns into more.

5. You can have everything….. by @shysweetthing. Teen, Complete, 12.6k

AHH THIS IS SO ADORABLE??? i love their flirting, and this is so sweet, it’s honestly such a great pick me up if you wanna read something feel good. yuuri finds vik’s phone before Sochi and !!!

6. les chemins by shakeskp (translated into English by Edgedancer). Teen, Complete, 12k.

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. misunderstanding at the beginning by media that yuuri and viktor hate each other, but obvs the angst doesnt last long because they’re them and they love each other and so so sweet <3 (original fic is in french, linked in the english translation i gave!)

7. feel like i win when i lose by @2iren. Explicit, Complete, 8k

I REREAD THIS FIC SO OFTEN IT’S SO GOOD. v & y become friends with benefits after sochi BUT OBVS THAT DOESN’T STAY BECAUSE THEY LOVE EACH OTHER :(( 

8. turntables by Vitali. Teen, Complete, 4k.

short and sweet and so so so cute :(( their Yuuri is so good. vik tweets out a ‘date me’ tweet and yuuri replies w his pic AND OF COURSE VIKTOR WOULD WANT BANQUET BOY.

9. Viktor Effing Nikiforov by @shysweetthing. Explicit, Complete, 13k.

Yuuri goes to World’s, sees Viktor, and Viktor is obviously In Love but Yuuri doesn’t remember lmao. AHH this was such a fun read, laugh out loud funny and you really feel for Viktor.


check out my other recs. the social media rec list also includes great canon divergent fics that i left out in this one since it’s already featured there HAHA, namely stay close to me, Setting Sun, we’ll always have paris, and the Rivals series.

as always, i’m open to more recs <3

sophomore blues ☾ liam dunbar

summary : the reality that all of his pack members, and the girl he loves the most in the world, are leaving for college in august finally sets in for liam and sadness ensues, but everyone thinks he’s just stressed about school and being a sophomore. 

   He’s in the locker room when he realizes it, but not on his own. Liam is shoving his lax uniform in his extra school bag, placing the stick in front of his locker and preparing to leave for his next class when someone taps his shoulder. He turns around, Mason beside him, and gives a side smile to the boy who tapped him. It’s another boy from the lacrosse team, just a year older than Liam is, and his name is Alex. 

    “Oh, hey Alex, what’s up?” Liam tries to make his smile more genuine, but he doesn’t like the other boy all that much. He’s never been fond of the boys that hit on his girl despite knowing that her and Liam were very much together. He’s friendly nevertheless, considering Alex plays with lacrosse with him and Coach has a very strict policy that all the teammates must get along- enacted after e every incident involving Jackson Whittemore and the dynamic duo of Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski. 

    “You’re dating Y/N Y/L/N, right?” 

     Liam looks at Mason for a split second, refraining from rolling his eyes before turning back toward Alex, nodding. “Yeah. I am. Why?” Alex shrugs, slinging an arm around Liam’s shoulders and parading him out of the locker room. Liam reaches behind him for Mason, grabbing the front of his best friend’s shirt and dragging him out, too. 

    “Sucks that she’s leaving for college in, like, a month and a half, right? Must be rough for you. Good luck, dude,” Alex drops Liam off in front of English class with a loud pat on the shoulder and a condescending, fake smile. Liam, stunned into silence, doesn’t move or speak or think or even breathe for a good two minutes. Mason nudges him. Still nothing. 

    Because by now, he’s realizing it. He gets it. Y/N is a senior, and she graduates in two weeks without Liam by her side, the little sophomore with the anger issues and the werewolf problem. Sometimes, he forgets that there’s an age difference between them. She doesn’t make him feel like the youngest in the group the way the others do, she doesn’t team him in the same way that Scott and Stiles do, he doesn’t feel like a baby when he’s around her, she’s different and he’s pretty sure that she’s the love of his life. Now, he remembers that she’s going to college out of state. He remembers how excited she is to meet new people and grow up and leave Beacon Hills and leave him, just like majority of his friends are doing, too, and that’s when the sadness sets in. 

    Everyone in the pack thinks it’s the “sophomore blues.” It’s known by now that sophomore year is the most stressful year of high school, and by the end of the year, you’ve had at least three breakdowns in an effort to perfect your grades and social standing and extracurricular list for the colleges. Freshmen year is hard, but it’s the adjustment period, so bad times can be overlooked. It’s sophomore year that gets you, so that’s what people assume is wrong with him. Y/N knows a bit better, she thinks that something else is up, but he won’t admit to it. Not yet. 

   “Liam, are you sure that you’re okay?” Y/N worries over him one day, exactly a week from graduation. The thought of such a thing makes Liam want to cry, just a little bit. She drags him behind the bleachers of the lacrosse field, the spot where they went together to get away from the rest of the pack when they desired to be alone for a few minutes. She took his face in her hands, checking for flushed cheeks or glassy eyes. 

    “I’m fine,” he snapped, turning his head away from her. Y/N’s hands dropped to her sides as ducked underneath the bleachers and headed back toward the field. She went after him, confused, as Liam jogs up the bleachers and sits all the way at the top. She joins him after a moment’s hesitance, not sure if he wants her company. The problem is that he always wants her company, and she’d be leaving before summer vacation even ended. “I’m just stressed, is all. Okay? Get off my back,” he added gruffly when she slid into the seat beside him. He watched the frown settle on her lips. 

    “So, what is this? Are you just being moody because it’s a stressful time of the year? I know you’ve got finals and stuff coming up but you don’t have to be mean to me just ‘cause you’re stressed out,” Y/N fired back, folding her arms and staring straight ahead instead of at him the way she usually did. Liam, feeling guilty, moved closer to her on the bleachers, prying her hand off her arm. He slid his hand into hers. “And you know I could always help you out. I took all these classes already, it wouldn’t be a hassle. Straight A’s remember?” 

     Liam shrugged. “Tell me again why you’re not valedictorian, or at least salutatorian?” 

     “Lydia would’ve been valedictorian, not me,” she corrected quickly, “but we both missed too many school days to qualify and I fell behind in psych last year, anyway.” She paused, then glanced at her boyfriend and asked, “Are you coming next week? To the graduation ceremony?” 

    He waited for a second before answering, an action which may have been misconstrued as hesitance. Even so, of course he was going. He wouldn’t miss it for the world, but it didn’t mean he was going to be happy about watching you eventually move on from Beacon Hills and eventually, from him. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going, babe.” He squeezed her hand reassuringly. “I just wish…” he stopped himself, telling himself that it was because he didn’t want to make Y/N upset, but it was really because he wanted to start crying and preferred to do so in the comfort of his own home instead of in front of her. 

     “Wish what, Lee?” Y/N turned in her seat to face him completely, taking both of his hands in hers and lacing their fingers together with a small smile on her face. She waited, looking down at their hands until she heard Liam sniff. Her gaze snapped back to him in alarm, and she practically shoved his hands away so she could grab his face and pull her to him when she caught the tears in his eyes that he had tried to hide from her. “Liam, oh my god, what’s wrong, baby? What’s wrong?” 

    He’d never cried in front of her in the ten months that they’d been together, so this was very surprising. She barely knew how to react, all she could do was wrap her arms around him and try to rub his back comfortingly. He didn’t even make a sound, he was utterly silent and the silence worried her more than anything else. Liam was rarely ever upset. She felt him shake his head even though it was pressed against her shoulder. His hair tickled her cheek. “Liam, you’ve gotta talk to me,” Y/N whispered, stroking his hair. “You can tell me anything, I’m always here for you. Please, tell me what’s wrong.” 

     He felt like such a baby in that moment, looking up from her shoulder with his cheeks terribly red and his nose running and the stain of tears reflecting back at her. He rubbed furiously at his face, trying to get rid of the evidence. He sniffed again. He let his love gently take his hands away from his face and use her own gentle ones to wipe away the tears. “I-I’m sorry, ugh, I’m s-so sor- sorry,” he mumbled, shaking his head. “That was such a baby move, I’m sorry.” 

     She shushed him, “Don’t apologize. You’re allowed to cry, Liam. It’s fine. You know me, you know I cry all the time, and I’m eighteen years old. It’s no big deal, honey,” she searched his face, noting how his expression fell even further when she spoke her age. “Tell me what’s bothering you. And don’t say it’s the sophomore blues. I know you too well.” 

    Liam sighed, pushing out his bottom lip and biting it for a minute before speaking again, his voice very quiet, “Okay. I-I- um,” he took a deep breath. “I’m sixteen. Not even seventeen yet. And you’re eighteen.” 

    Y/N furrowed her brow. “Oh… I thought the age difference didn’t bother you? I thought you said it wasn’t weird? Is it weird now?” 

    “No, no, it’s just, uh, you’re graduating next week.” He took another deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “And then you’re gonna leave. And be in college. And you’re not gonna be here, with me. And everyones talking about their futures and how college is gonna be great and you’re all so excited so I couldn’t ruin your happiness with my stupid sadness over you leaving but I’m so sad about it, Y/N.” Liam laid his head against your shoulder, closing his eyes. “I can’t tell you to stay, obviously, because I want you to go out there and show everyone how amazing you are and I’m so happy you’re graduating and I’m happy that you’re happy but…” 

    “I’ve been trying not to think about it,” she said after a little while. “I don’t wanna leave, either. But the school-” 

    “It’s your dream, I know,” he said. “I just- I just don’t want you to fall in love with anyone else, or forget about me. You’re everything to me,” his voice broke, “I wouldn’t know who to be without you anymore. Maybe I’m overreacting, I don’t care. I know I’m just a sophomore in high school and that you’re gonna attract every guy within a five mile radius, and that you might forget about it, and of course if you’re happy then I want you to be happy even if it’s not with me but also I don’t. I’m just scared, all right? I’m scared.”  

    She hugged him again, as tight as she could manage, and she kissed the top of his head. She felt his arms slide up her back, his face breathing in the comforting scent of her hair. “I love you, Liam. And that’s not going to change. Ever. I know that it’s not, okay? I just know it. You’re it. I don’t care that you’re a little bit younger or that I’m going away for a little while, because we’ll make it work. We always do. We always will.” 

    Her words washed over him reassuringly, his doubts cleared from his mind as her lips found their way to his, tilting his chin up toward her and staying pressed against his own until they had to breathe again. His smile, she decided when they pulled away, could most likely light up this entire lacrosse field. 

    When they walked back to class, he asked her to drop him off in front of his science classroom. Y/N had given up trying to be on time to her classes and lost the ability to care, anyway. Liam wanted her to walk him to class for a specific reason. The minute they reached the door, he stalled for a minute. Then, Alex passed, and Liam pulled him back from entering the room. “Alex, you know my girlfriend, correct?” 

    Y/N was a particularly popular senior, so of course Alex knew who she was. He nodded eagerly, hoping to get a better introduction. Liam smirked at him. He pulled Y/N closer, arms around her waist as he kissed her deeply and unapologetically in the middle of the hallway. As Alex awkwardly turned and shuffled into class, Y/N rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. 

    “Ugh,” she teased, “you’re such a sophomore.”

    “Hey! Not funny, babe!”

If You Have These 6 Struggles, You're Highly Intelligent

1. Small talk exhausts you

It can be quite a challenge for you to be involved in small talk about ordinary things. This is because your brain is overwhelmed with great ideas. Topics that interest you likely include science, art, philosophy, and those are rarely found in small talk. This makes you feel like you are wasting your time trapped in a suffocating, never-ending list of socially acceptable set phrases. All you really want is a like-minded individual to bounce ideas around with about the important stuff.

2. You think more than you speak

As your brain is wired to look for all possible solutions and answers to a problem, it may take you more time than a person of average intelligence to give your opinion or draw a conclusion. Moreover, if you are not completely sure you’ve got the right answer or a brilliant idea, you won’t speak at all. Your struggle lies in the fact that most people around you are not familiar with the way your thought process works, and they get confused or regard you as weird, introverted, or uninterested.

3. Your job can easily bore you

The need for your brain to be constantly challenged with new, greater ideas and projects can turn your once exciting job into ordinary and boring as you exhaust all ways to be creative with it. This can turn into a day-to-day struggle to finish your tasks. Additionally, in most cases, your boss isn’t so sympathetic to your longings and just wants the job done.

4. You sometimes have action paralysis

It is hard to be a thinker in a world full of go-getters that appreciate action more than great ideas. As you are too consumed with different ideas, you may at times be missing the action impulse. Unfortunately, people tend to mistake this trait as laziness which leaves you feeling underappreciated.

5. You are considered socially awkward

As if those aren’t enough, your next struggle comes as a result of all the previous ones. If you are feeling uncomfortable during small talk, refrain from speaking if not sure, don’t get inspired by old and exhausted ideas, or if you feel more comfortable with ideas than execution, people tend to characterize you as socially awkward. Little do they know, this only puts more pressure on you making you feel more self-conscious about your social conduct.

6. It is hard for you to fall in love

Finally, your quest for love is slightly more demanding than that of average people. Since you are much more cautious, analytical and independent than the rest, you tend to get mistaken for cold and high maintenance. Additionally, you can lack spontaneity at times, which makes your love interest, lose interest.

However difficult your daily struggles may seem, you don’t need to let them immobilize you from growing. You can work on expressing yourself more to others so that they can get a better understanding of your needs. You will find some common ground.”

- Ana Erkic