Because I’m a nerd I want to bring up the fact that all of these doodles in the MV:
Are the actual structures of the four nucleotides that make up DNA:
Bighit, I’m impressed. Oh, and one more thing:
The four main colours of this MV’s concept I’d say are probably red, yellow, blue and white, or something along those lines yeah?
Well with DNA, Cytosine and Guanine (C & G) and Thymine and Adenine (T & A) match up. Meaning that if we were to substitute the four colours I mentioned to the closest nucleotide from above we’d end up with:
Cytosine = white
Guanine = blue
Thymine = yellow
Adenine = red
So that means we’d end up with white and blue being paired up, and yellow and red doing the same. And if you look closely at the floor:
White+Blue and Yellow+Red?
C+G and T+A?
I’m sorry guys idek what this post is, it’s 12:30am I should go to sleep.
Spider-Man Homecoming makes you realize how much Tony Stark truly loves this 15-year-old smart kid who feels happy when he gets a free churro from doing something good. Tony built a suit for Peter that had everything he needed including a parachute, just in case something happened. And you can tell how much Tony loves making suits for this boy. Peter Parker is so loved and I hope he realizes it.
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“maybe, in another world, you’re just two boys tangled up in plaid sheets.
your armor is his worn sweatshirt, threadbare in all the right places. your helmet: his knit cap, the one you pull off of his head whenever he least expects it.
your hands aren’t meant to hold a weapon, not anymore. they tangle in his hair instead, intricate braids woven on lazy sunday afternoons, framing his face and falling gracefully over his shoulders.
somewhere in your mind, there’s the memory of waves slapping against rocks, loud and aggressive, a call to war that dragged you away from everything that had ever felt safe. the sounds here are softer. birds find a home outside your window, and their songs align with the sound of his steady breathing beside you each morning.
the room you share smells like coffee and hair conditioner, and feels more like home than anywhere else ever has. his clothes smell like him, and he never minds when you wear them.
the blood that once rushed in your ears and seized your heart in violent stutters is nothing more than the shower running now, every morning at the same time. sometimes you’ll join him, and other times you’ll lie in bed, listening to him sing until he wanders back to you. his damp hair is always wrapped in a towel on top of his head, and you both laugh.
in fact, there isn’t any blood here at all, just empty soda cans on your dresser, and a teapot sitting on the stove. he always puts fig leaves in his tea, and the notion stirs something in your heart that you can’t name.
he’s different here too. you’d love him in every universe, but his eyes never lose their brightness anymore. his hands hold yours without shaking, gentle and soft, and you can’t help thinking that this is how he was always meant to be. he never trembles in his sleep, and there’s a peacefulness to his face that never falters.
you aren’t afraid of losing him here. that’s the best part, isn’t it? he is a constant. achilles, achilles, achilles. you never feel like the ground is falling out from under your feet, and you’re never struck with the realization that he won’t always be beside you. “we’ll have each other forever,” he promises you, and you believe him.
maybe, in another world, you’re just two boys who love each other, and there isn’t a war or a prophecy to separate you.
maybe, in another world, you wake up every morning to the feeling of his lips against yours.
maybe, in another world, you’re happy.”
-dear patroclus, i promise you there’s a place where everything is okay // jc
rang in the pocket of your jacket making you jump by surprise. You answered the
call before showing your index to your friend Archie, meaning that it would
only take a minute.
is (y/n) speaking.”
(y/n), how are you?” You instantly recognised the groggy voice behind the
I’m good! What about you?” From the corner of your eye, you would’ve swore you
saw Archie rolling his eyes.
So, what are you up to this evening? I thought we maybe could’ve hung out
tonight. You know, me, you, at Pop’s?” You chuckled lightly.
Juggie, I was planning on spending the night with Archie… You can tag along
if you want? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” A small sigh made its way into your
ear. You had to admit that you spent a lot of your recent time with your new
red-haired friend. Jughead still occupied the position of best friend. He
didn’t have to worry about it.
we’ll do something together tomorrow, alright?” It was silence for a while
before you heard back,
sure.” You pursed your lips, mentally cursing yourself. It wasn’t the first
time that you had turned down your best of friend for Archie. Lately it had
been happening more than before. It made you feel like the worst pal.
With that, Jughead hung up. You understood how he felt. It wasn’t right that
you weren’t spending as much time with him.
wasn’t it?” You looked up and saw Archie sprawled across the black beanbag in
your bedroom. His hands were attached on the new acoustic guitar his dad had
got him for his birthday. You nodded and played with the sleeves of you
sweater. Your friend continued strumming the strings of his instrument.
wrote this song last week, and I wanted to know what you thought about it. I’ve
been trying to talk to Josie about her playing some of my compositions, but
she’s not that into it. You’re her friend, right? Maybe you could listen to it
and try to talk to her?” He asked questioningly.
go ahead.” His fingers moved to the tuners and accorded them as his other hand
rested on the waist of the guitar. A few seconds later, a pleasant melody
filled the room. Archie then started singing the lyrics he had written. The
song wasn’t bad at all. In fact, it was quite catchy. The redhead friend of
yours had talent. Before Archie could go on, you blurted out something you soon
probably spend the day with him tomorrow.” The small tune that Archie had
started suddenly came to an end. Archie hadn’t spoken to Jughead since this
summer. The tree of you and Betty we’re supposed to go on a road trip the
fourth of July but Archie left you hanging at the last minute. Since then, the
boys stopped talking completely. When you mentioned one of them to the other, you saw the irritation and
annoyance in their expression.
you were coming to my game tomorrow. I’m playing in the varsity football team
this year, remember?” You bet your lip and fiddled your hair with your
Arch. I haven’t seen Jughead in a while now and I don’t want him to feel like I
stopped being his friend. I’m making a vow that I’ll show up to your next game,
how about that?”
it always have to be about him? Everything constantly has to be about
Jughead.” Your were caught off guard by the sudden raise in his voice.
not it… I’m just trying to do what’s best here.”
ditching me at the last minute, that’s how your making things better? I didn’t
think of you as an inconsiderate and selfish person.” He replied bitterly. In
all the time of you guy’s friendship, you had never seen this side of Archie.
Usually, he would be sweet and just shrug off any problem that faced his way.
But the words he had just told you, they hurt your heart. Your eyes were
starting to fill up with tears and your bottom lip started quivering.
spent all my time with you for the last month. You. Not Jughead. Why are you
treating me like this?”
what? I don’t want to spend any more of my time with you right now.” With
that, Archie got up and left you alone in your room. Without even noticing, a
trail of tears had made its way down your cheeks. A sob escaped your mouth and
your hands covered your face as you poured your heart out. You laid in your bed
and continued crying.
It was all
your fault. Archie now hated you and would probably never talk to you again.
Why did you had to be so stupid? If only you had kept your mouth shut. Maybe he
still would have been on that beanbag, singing.
an hour later, you heard the wooden creek of your door meaning that someone was
coming in. You didn’t even move, your pillow pressed against your face. The
mattress shifted to the side from the sudden weight that it now had on it. You
felt a piece of your hair being put behind your ear. You smiled at the sweet
gesture and assumed it was your mother. You slowly got up and saw Jughead
sitting beside you. Automatically, you vaulted in his arms tearing up once
It’s going to be okay.” He rubbed your back comfortingly. Your forehead was
against his chest, his two upper limbs protectively holding you. Your eyes were
probably red from all the crying but you couldn’t care less. You continued
sobbing in his chest until you eventually felt calmer.
are you here?” You asked with a small voice. Jughead gently whipped your cheek
with his thumb.
saw Archie leave in a rush and realized that you two probably had a fight. She
heard you crying and thought that you would be more willing to speak about it
with me than her.” You grinned at the boy.
your shirt.” You noticed, and felt guilty.
to worry about (y/n/n). I never liked that jersey anyway.” You giggle with
your best friend. You sniffed and observed Jughead who his face was only about
a foot away from you. You had to admit that he was good looking. His prefect
blue eyes were mesmerising and his pink lips appeared so kissable. Forever you
considered the boy as nothing more than a platonic relationship to you. Never
had you ever felt anything for him. But in that moment, something clicked. Jughead
wasn’t only a friend to you, not even a best friend. A stronger feeling overwhelmed your body. You
felt love. You loved Jughead Jones.
He was the one who your mother called when you were sad. He was the one who came rushing to
your house as soon as your mother hung up. He was the one who was holding you and
comforting you, whispering sweet nothing to you as you were crying. He
was the one who was there for you.
He raised his eyebrows at you.
You asked yourself in your mind if it was the right time to confess your
feelings towards him. Your breathing started quickening as the anxiety rose in
I-” He watched you with intending eyes, indicating to continue your phrase.
“I think I
love you.” Jughead eyeballed you, astonished at your revelation. He quietly
answered, almost inaudible for you to hear.
“I think I
love you too.” He leaned towards you and slowly pressed his lips to yours.
Fireworks were going off in your stomach. The heaviness on your shoulders
disappeared. In this moment, nothing else mattered in the world. Both of your
lips moved in sync as you played with his raven locks. His arms pulled you
closer to him, leaving no space between you two. Jughead backed away and kissed
every each of your face, including your cheeks, temple and chin.
the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He whispered in your ear. You gave
him a last long peck on the lips before saying,
want to lay down and cuddle with me?” He moved his head up and down calmly and
took a blanket that was already on the bed to cover you. Cuddling was not
something new for the both of you. You had always cuddled together, and
whenever. His hand ran through your hair bringing a comforting and fuzzy
feeling. His body pressed behind your back and his hot breath was tingling your
neck. Before you even knew it, you and Jughead had fallen in a deep slumber,
both dreaming about each other.