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There’s a Fine, Fine Line

Jughead x Reader

The Reader and Jughead have a complicated relationship. Based on the requested song: 7 Things by Miley Cyrus

Warning: some swearing

Word count: 2,562

A/N: I know the request wanted it focused on one line and I tried I really did but the other parts were too cute once I started writing I’m sorry I hope you like it still. Also PS  It would have helped if Miley would have numbered the seven things because like I swear i was counting like 9 things at one point in my childhood. Also speaking of childhood the flashback actually happened to me let’s all relive my worst middle school memory yay.


You make me laugh, you make me cry

I don’t know which side to buy

There’s a thin line between love and hate. Jughead Jones rides that line with you, and it frustrates you to no end.

You had been ‘friends’ with him since you can remember, now only hanging out when Archie and Betty are there. You didn’t hate him at first, in fact, when you were a kid you had a crush on him for what seemed like the longest time.

At the 8th grade dance, you even asked him to dance. You remember what happened vividly, almost like a movie.

A short blue dress, black flats, and a braid down your back. Your makeup is done to perfection, and you feel on top of the world. Betty meets up with you at your place before the dance, her dress is a short milky white with a black necklace and earrings. Her blonde hair  tied up in a bun, a few strands hanging down in a perfect messy kind of way.

“Wow.” you say.

“Do you think Archie will like it?” she asks, going to your mirror and fiddling with the hem of her dress.

“If he doesn’t I will punch him.” You say with a small giggle.

“Thanks.” She smiles in return.

A car horn beeps from outside and you both jump up. It was Archie and his dad. They were going to drive you there.

You both race down the stairs and out the door, tickets in hand.

Archie sits up front, and so you both open the door and get in the back.

“There are my girls.” He says with a smile. All of you, plus Jughead, have been an inseparable crew since the beginning of time, and it all seems to work. You like Jug, Betty likes Archie, Archie and Jug are best friends, and you and Betty are best friends. It all just works.

You arrive at the dance and meet up with Jug, going to the dance floor to sway and jump the night away at your last dance of middle school. Half way through the night a slow song begins to play.

Archie smiles as you see him searching for Betty, and Jughead goes to the side of the dance floor. It didn’t look like he was going to ask someone.

Betty seems to have disappeared, probably to the bathroom, and before you know it Archie has come up beside you and has asked you to dance.

You say yes, of course. Archie was your friend, and you know nothing could ever come out of it. He is just a friend, this is a friend dance. People do that right?

His hands are on your hips and your hands around his neck. You can’t seem to look him in the eyes. You didn’t want to see him looking at you, as this should be Betty’s dance.

Soon, one slow song ends, and yet another begins. You thank Archie, as you see Betty coming back from the bathroom, and almost immediately he makes his way to her. He is just being nice, wanting to dance with both of us on our last 8th grade dance.

You search out Jughead on the side of the dance floor, finding him walking out of the room. His body seems tense, like he wants to leave.

You approach him, trying to chase after him.

“Juggie!” you say, touching his shoulder.

He stops and turns around.

“I don’t like you, (Y/N).” he says plainly.

A pain shoots through your body. The boy you had liked since the 2nd grade was standing before you, one of your very good friends, saying that they didn’t like you.

He turns around again and storms off, before you can ask what exactly he means. Did he mean that he doesn’t like like you? Or does he mean that he just doesn’t like you in general? Does he not like you as a person?

Your head spins as you go out to the hallway, sitting against the wall in your dress and braid, putting your head into your knees as you take deep breaths, already trying to deny what just happened.

That was only two years ago. After thinking about it over and over again, you came to the conclusion that he meant that he didn’t like you in general. It was a painful discovery, but it was one you learned to deal with, and one you’re still dealing with to this day.

You seem to only tolerate each other now, never speaking outside of when you hang out with all four of you. Like today.

You aren’t entirely sure what the plans are, but you just know that he will be there. You take the whole day to mentally prepare yourself before texting Betty.

‘what’s the plan?’ you send.

‘Pop’s, then a movie at Archie’s place.’ she replies.

You respond with a smiley face emoji, and as the last bell rings you pull your hoodie up over your head and walk to the diner.

They’re at the normal booth when you get there, Jughead on his laptop, a space open across from him. You scoot in across Archie, taking your spot and ordering a milkshake.

“How was your day?” Archie asks.

“The usual.” you say, shrugging your shoulders, “I went to Geometry class, my calculator died, and continued to spiral into the torturous hell of triangles.”

Your friends chuckle, but Jughead only raises his eyebrows.

“Are you sure that’s not just high school in general?” Jughead smirks, causing even more laughs from Betty and Jughead. Oddly enough, you can’t help but crack a smile yourself.

Your friends they’re jerks

And when you act like them, just know it hurts

Jughead doesn’t have many friends he hangs out with besides you and Betty and Archie, but the ones he did have weren’t the kind of people you would think.

He basically lives at the Drive-In, and you can’t help but notice that some of the Southside Serpents are starting to hang out around there.

Okay, so technically you can’t exactly call them Jug’s ‘friends.’ They more are just forced to hang out around each other because of a common interest, but he’s still starting to pick up on some things that weren’t exactly desirable.

He’s late all the time, cancelling plans all of a sudden, not telling even Archie where he is or how he’s been. He’s dropped off the face of the planet, you actually haven’t seen him in a few months, and neither has Archie, and you can tell it’s taken a toll on him. Even you were starting to worry about him.

On your walk home from school you decide to take a different route. You had to cut through a few yards and walk down a trail through the woods at the back of your house, but the day was beautiful and you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see the leaves change.

You see a figure sitting on a bench with a big backpack on the path, and only when you get closer do you notice the familiar beanie. It’s over his eyes, like he’s sleeping.

“Jughead?”

“(Y/N)?” he jumps, nearly falling over. He lands in the leaves on the ground, his beanie falling off on the path. He straightens himself up, quickly grabbing his signature hat and putting it back on his black locks.

“Where have you been?” you ask, putting your hands on your hips.

“Around.” He says, putting his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt.

Really?” you raise your eyebrows, challenging him to tell you more.

“Yeah.” he responds, not taking the bait.

“Well Archie is worried half to death, so is Betty. You should probably talk to them.” You say, deflecting the conversation away from how you might be affected. You cross your arms and shuffle your feet on the path, causing some gravel to kick up and roll towards his feet.

“I have been. It’s only been like a week since I saw you guys anyway.” he shrugs.

You look up. Did he not realize how long he’s been gone? “It’s been two months, Jughead.” you tell him.

“Oh…really?” he raises his eyebrows this time, genuinely confused as to how that amount of time has passed.

“Yes. Please explain.” You state simply, looking at him.

“Why would I tell you?” he smirks, scoffing at the implication of telling me.

“Okay, whatever.” you brush it off. You are used to this by now, “Just please tell Archie about whatever this is.” you say, giving him a look up and down.

“What does that mean?” he challenges.

“You don’t think I don’t notice? You hanging out with all the serpents at the drive-in?” now it was your turn to raise your eyebrows at him.

He looks shocked, and doesn’t say a word.
“They’re making you a different person.” you tell him, walking away.

“Wait,” he says before you get too far.

“What?” you say, spinning on your heels and turning to face him again.

“I’m not hanging out with them.” he tells you, his eyes to the ground.

“Really? That’s what it looks like. And it hurts Archie, and Betty and it hurts-” you stop yourself from saying it hurts you. You’re too busy trying to pry it out of him you don’t notice that he’s looking at you now.

“Hurts what?” he probes.

“It hurts the relationship you have with them.” you cover for yourself.

It’s silent for a minute, you now meeting his gaze.

“Come with me.” he sighs, picking up his backpack and walking in the direction opposite of where you were going initially.

You didn’t argue, though.

Maybe today will be different, maybe today he’s decided not to hate you.

And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do

You make me love you

He leads you to the Drive-in, going to the back room.

He opens the door, leading you into a room with a mattress on the floor, a mirror on the wall, and some clothes and posters tossed carelessly around the space.

You instantly realize, that’s why he’s been spending so much time here. He lives here. This is his home, and nobody noticed it. Not even Archie knew.

“Jughead, why didn’t you come to any of us?” you finally ask, looking around the room, walking to the center.

“I can take care of myself.” he says simply.

“The thing is, you don’t have to. You have Archie, and Betty, and..me.” you say, looking him dead in the eyes.

“Really? Cause last time I checked you seem to hate me.” he takes his hands out of his sweatshirt, taking a few steps toward you.

“I’ve never hated you, Juggie.” you say, not breaking eye contact.

“Don’t,” he takes a breath,  “call me that.” His voice is rough and deep, pointing at me with every word. His eyes are flaring, yet stone cold. He is angry at something or someone, you can’t tell.

“I don’t know what I ever did to make you hate me, but I know I sure as hell wasn’t the one who started this.” you say, throwing your hands up in defeat, waiting for a response.

All he does is scoff.

“Fine, have fun being alone, but don’t say I never tried.” you say, pushing past him and making your way towards the door to leave.

“Tried? You’ve barely given me the time of day.” You turn around at this, walking back over to him.
“The only reason I haven’t is because you said you didn’t like me.” You tell him.

“Why would I say something like that?” he gets defensive.

“Don’t act like you don’t remember.” you scoff now, folding your arms once more and rolling your eyes.

He just stares at you.

“You don’t like me, I get it. I’ve moved on with my life. I’ve accepted it. You’ve never liked me.” you say, wanting the conversation to be over.

“I don’t think you do get it.” he says, looking down at his feet.

“Then tell me what I’m missing.”

“The way he looks at you. The way he smiles when you walk in the room. His attention, devoted to you.” he looks at you again, trying to meet your eyes.

“What? What are you talking about?” you ask, confused as ever.

“Archie! It’s clear he likes you. He has since 8th grade. I wasn’t stupid, (Y/N), I saw you dancing with him.” he nearly screams.

“Wait.. what?”

“He only had eyes for you.” He says, hurt now behind his eyes.

“Oh my god.” You put your hand to your head, bringing it down over your eyes. You can’t help but crack a smile and let out a little laugh at how fucked up the situation is. It’s been so muddled and there’s been so much miscommunication.

“What?” he says, his face a mix of confusion and sadness and still some anger.

“Jug, I like you.” You say without thinking.

“What?” he asks.

“He asked me to dance because Betty was in the bathroom. I thought he wanted to dance with her.” you ramble, not realize what he’s asking.

“No, no. What did you just say?”

You pause a moment, just hitting you that you just admitted that you liked him, that you still like him. He obviously heard it, there was no turning back now.

“I- I like you, Jug. I always have.” you let out with a sigh, unable to look at him.

You’re afraid of what he’s going to say, bracing yourself for another rejection. Instead, you feel his hand going to the back of your neck as he pulls you close, placing a kiss on your lips. It was sweet, and simple, a thousand words said in just one touch.

“I’m so sorry.” he whispers against your lips as you break apart, keeping your foreheads together.

“For what?”

“For saying I didn’t like you. When I saw you guys I got so mad, and when you came up to me afterwards it was the only thing I could think of. I was… well, I was in middle school.” he lets out a small laugh, unable to find another explanation.

“It’s okay, we both were.” you come back, letting out a small laugh as well.

He takes a small step back from you, brushing the hair out of your face with his fingers, but you can still feel the heavy weight in the air, a mix of your heavy breathing and the anticipation of what could happen next.

“I hate this.” Jughead breaks the silence, and you’re unable to read his expression.

You pause. The memory flashing in your mind. This was going to be a repeat of middle school, you could feel it.

“Hate what?” you ask this time.

“I hate that you make my stomach tie in knots, I hate what your smile does to my heart. I hate that I’ve liked you for such a long time, and I’ve been too blind to see that you liked me back.”

“There’s a fine, fine line between love and hate, Jughead,” you say, “you just have to decide which side to be on.”

“Then I don’t just like you, (Y/N),” he says. You can feel yourself stop breathing.

“I love you.”


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anonymous asked:

I'm not watching the episode, because really I refuse to, but let me see if I got this straight: Kara said he really changed and is "unselfish" because he made FOOD for her? Like, really???? My mom makes food to me everyday, but this doesn't erase the fact that she hit me when found out I was a lesbian? Or when she says I'm selfish, or when she says she wished I was never born!!! Fuck, I hate this show so much that makes me want to cry (if I got it all wrong, then I'm sorry)

no no no! you’re absolutely right! they’re just making him seem ‘less’ abusive by making him do good things when that in no fucking way excuses what he’s done. the worst part abt this is gonna be the karamels screaming ‘HES NOTT ABUSIVE!!1! HE MADE FOOD FOR HER1!!!’ like making food does fuck all. 

1. Your days are usually a back and forth yoyo, I’ve been trying to string my words into your form, into your moves and into your play– it’s a brand new day, you don’t need to spend it alone, you’ve got me, you’ve always got me.

2. You know the worst sounds aren’t always scraping against a chalkboard or a fork against a dinner plate– the worst sounds begin in the throat, and you know the fucked up part? It’s usually not a sound, it’s just a whimper, it’s just the thick silence that follows after all those hours of crying, I’m sorry that you’ve been hurting for so long, low key and high key, I just want you to feel okay. Those memories are like shrapnel pierced deep into your veins, you’ve been trying to cut it out, I know. The blood will flow, but it just hurts some more, doesn’t it? Hey, this isn’t the end, it just looks like it. The sound of your crying? It just means you’re getting to a point. A point that you’ll be proud of. A sound that you’ll be proud of. A sound of you getting better.

3. You used to smile a lot more, you used to be the happiest person that I know. That scares me, because whenever I see you, you’re always smiling, but I know that you’re not okay. I mean, they don’t know, but I do. I see right through you, you’re paper thin. But I mean, that doesn’t mean that you’re fragile, you’ve got all of these words under your eyes, right next to your bags, you’ve got these words right under those long sleeves, right next to those scars, you’ve got these words all over your heart, right next to the bleeding– we’ve just got to lend an open ear, I’ve just got to listen some more. I care about you, you’re my favorite, favorite. You used to be so happy. It’s okay to be sad. It’s okay to feel. Let’s just listen to the way you’ve been hurting.

4. My favorite flowers are roses, but I once ran across these flowers called snapdragons. When they’re alive and blooming, they look like dragons that can breathe fire. When they’re withering and wilted, they look like skulls. You’ve been so morbid lately, I remember when you were full of life. Death and life, they’re lovers. They kiss each other and sometimes, they die together. I think that’s why my favorite flowers are roses, love… it doesn’t really die. I guess in some way, I’ll always love you. Even if your thorns are sharper than most, I’d still hold you. Stem to stem, I’d bleed with you.

5. Those razors are just adding heartstrings that you don’t need, you’ve got plenty– so I’ve been listening, that’s all you need right? Someone to hear you out. I’m here. You don’t know those fake veins to make you feel. I’m here. I’m here. I’m always here for you.

6. Your lips form a whole garden of flowers that still need to be watered– so I’ve been watering. I’ll be the bees, so please– grow.

7. Memories can kill us– let’s build the bad ones a paper boat, let them sink into your ocean, let those tears rip through the ugly, let your drowning devour everything painful.

8. You don’t smoke cigarettes like I do, but every time that I smoke one– you past through my mind and I wonder… if you cut as much as I smoke– your wrist must look like my lungs. Maybe we share the same kind of guilt, the same kind of pain, the same kind of self-torment– shit, I love you. We need to quit our bad habits. Is there such a thing as wrist cancer? Probably not, let’s never make it a thing.

9. I use pens, you use razors. I write poems, you write pain. I write starry love, you write love into your own scars– hey, those wounds won’t heal properly if you don’t let them scab up. Someone’s got to remind you to love yourself. I’ll be that person, hey you. Look. It’s going to get bad before it gets better, I still believe in you. I’m hopeful about you. I am.

10. I need you. This isn’t a metaphor. This is a flat out truth. This is something I’ll never let be a lie. I fucking need you. I need all of you. Every little piece of you. Every broken piece of you. Every lovely piece of you. All of it. All.

11. I know that feelings can lead us to extremes– I know that trusting people can lead to insanity… but we’ve all been mad, Alice is still there waiting to kiss us goodnight. It’s okay, she’s found of teacups and your madness. Let’s just relax a little. So what if you do drugs? We all need some sort of get away. Just watch out for anything too much, anything too deadly. Hey, you’re in good hands.

12. You’ve been crying again… right? Teardrops are just tiny beds we haven’t slept on yet, so maybe you’re just tired. Tired from the crying, tired from the feelings, tired from everything that’s just not comforting– let’s focus on the pillow shaped tears, the softest kind of kiss me back to bed, you can focus on that. Don’t let this be another bad dream, k?

13. I once watched an anime and there was this one character that said something very specific that kinda fucked me up, they said:
“If you’re going to get hurt, at least get hurt properly. Let yourself feel everything.”

14. Our highs, let’s fly it into every kite– let’s float with the butterflies, let’s hurt a little less.

15. Our lows, let’s keep it beneath those band-aids, let’s keep it at a minimum, let’s be okay.

16. Your smile is skipped breakfast. You never skip breakfast. It’s the most important meal of the day. Always have it. Your first smile for today? You’re alive. You’re fucking toasted. You’re fucking lit. You’re here. You’re scrambled. You’re a little burnt, but fuck it, I’d eat it. Okay, I wouldn’t eat your smile, this is just a metaphor. You get what I’m saying, have at least one, it’ll change your whole day.

17. Your eyes are letters you never send out. I would ask you why, but I know better. You keep them down, you’re looking for words upon the floor. The words that say everything, but also nothing. Depression keeps us strangled. Depression keeps us anchored. Depression seeps into us like tea that’s just too bitter, so add a little sugar. We all need a little love, we all need a little letter. I need your eyes to do more than crying, I need your eyes to be smiling. Yes, smiling is more than just lips.

18. I don’t know if it’s about love or if it’s about family, I don’t know if something messed up happened to you, you don’t talk about much… and I want to be there for you, I do. But I can’t be there if you close everyone off, those inner thoughts? Our inner demons… it gets the best of us. There will never be a metaphor that’s stronger than ourselves looking back at ourselves in such defeat. Hey, you may lose today, you may lose tomorrow… but this war? It’s far from over. Everyday that you wake up. Everyday that you’re alive. You’ve already won.

19. Hope is a car with a flat tire sometimes, and although you’re the deer caught in the headlights– don’t worry, you won’t die today. Stay hopeful.

20. Some of the best poetry comes from the heart, I no longer know why I write to be completely honest. It’s just love requests, but occasionally I get people that don’t know how to live this life anymore… and suicide isn’t poetic, but hope is, love is, and I guess in some way… I’d like to just help. Maybe this one poem might change someone forever, maybe it won’t, but at least I tried. That’s the thing about words, it does things for people. Maybe it’ll do something for you. Hey, I love you.

It’s only a day, so cheer up– and if you can’t.
Then cry, crying is bravery. You are a warrior.
You’ve made it this far, I believe in you.

I believe in your survival.
I believe in your recovery.



And if nothing else,
I love you.
—  20 things for those who can’t go on
Today, I fucked up... by getting fired as a volunteer Santa

I offered to volunteer as Santa once a week over Christmas. All I had to do was listen to the kids and hand them a present. One mother fucker ran at me and tried to jump in my lap. His feet landed directly on my balls.

I immediately bolted up grabbing my dick, the kid fell backwords over the chair and chipped his tooth. I slipped and fell on one of the fake reindeer and crushed it.

The kid is bawling. Some others in line start crying. I’m told to go home. As I walk out two women hit me with purses. And a father pushed me and told me he will “Fuck everbody I love”.

The worst part is I had a drink with my friend before and forgot gum for my breath. So I was ultimately fired because they thought I was drunk.

Check out more TIFU: Internet`s best fuck ups are here.

I would do anything for you if only you would hold me. But you told me to stop, so I did, for you. You told me to let go, but I couldn’t, for us, for me. My heart would shatter if I just let go of everything and I wish you would feel the same. Somehow I don’t see the pain I’m in reflected in you. You, with those big dry eyes and perfect face with pretty hair that falls around it. Did I love too much? Did I lose my sanity when I thought you were the best thing in my life? The worst part is that even with all my poems and late night crying, I don’t miss the hugs and kisses and hand holding as much as I miss you being a friend. Just talking about our days and sharing stories, that security and knowing you would have my back when I feel bad. And now that I feel the worst I have ever felt, you don’t want to talk. Forget romantic love, where is the reliable, consistent love we give our closest friends and family? It’s not about holding hands, it’s about holding hearts and you dropped mine.
—  I’m not angry, never angry at you. Just disappointed. I’m sorry

One of my favorite parts of Chopped is the walk of shame chefs have to do after they get chopped. It’s bad enough they were just eliminated from the competition, but now they have to walk alone down a hallway with a camera at the end of it while the audience watches them to struggle not to cry–not always successfully–and an optimistic voice over plays. Like, they’re already losers, but they have to suffer one last humiliation for the audience’s benefit before they can leave. It’s kind of evil, and I love it. The absolute worst is when it’s a worthy chef who shouldn’t have been chopped in the first place.

Daryl.

Congratulations to Norman Reedus for an amazing performance.  His subtle flinches, the times he doesn’t flinch, the way he huddles in the corner and eats without complaint and the times he rebels.  He emotes so well.  The part where he started crying was truly gut-wrenching.  

Did Daryl deserve this?  Fuck no.  But Norman sure knocked this episode out of the park.  And believe me, I have no doubt that Daryl will continue to be strong, will continue to live on his terms and he will come out of this stronger than ever.  

The only thing that will truly hurt Daryl, is Daryl.  The worst he is getting out of this torture is what he’s doing to himself with guilt.  But once he gets back to his people, back to Rick, he’ll be reminded of his worth.  

…. and if that doesn’t happen, it will in fan fiction at least.

ok ok ok ok we have all these fics of lucas comforting maya but what about maya comforting lucas!!

like lucas gets angry and punches a wall or something and he is so disappointed in himself for getting angry again, he thinks he’s gonna be yelled at and left for his actions but maya is there, lifting his chin and holding his face. “lucas. look at me.” green eyes meet blue and maya thumbs over his cheekbone, lucas trying not to cry. “lucas. i know you. i know you get angry, i know you think it’s a bad thing, and while it may not be the best thing, it is not the worst. i’m not leaving. i’m not mad. you are you. i am i. we know each other. your temper is part of you, we will get through it. i know you.” lucas gives a weak nod, tears welling up in his eyes. maya stands on her tippy toes to hug him, he buries his face in her neck. she whispers reassuring words to him while they stay embraced for as long as they need

bonus points if it happens around someone else and they call maya because she knows him best

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The worst part of being in the Sherlock fandom- especially after this last night’s episode if you know what i mean- is that after it happens you’re stuck in a giant mess of emotions that make you want to claw your heart out because its too much. Worst part of that feeling?

We may get a new episode next week, or in a good billion years. So have fun crying yourself to sleep the next thousand years as you try to not think about what happened in the episode.

Imagine: He kidnaps you /part 1

Originally posted by mysparklinginsanity

Your P.O.V.

The grocery store was full of people once again, which kinda pissed me off. I watched as angry mothers and fathers walked around without looking at their children, as teenagers had a good time or then some rude ones left things in the wrong places and then the worst whining children crying because they couldn’t get their favourite cartoon character cereal that would taste like sugar and cardboard anyway.

My stupid ass boyfriend decided it was okay to blame me for everything so I was very pissed. I had to buy some food so he wouldn’t complain even more.  That son of a bitch really deserved a punch in the balls, but I wasn’t going to be the one doing it. He kinda scared me. He always fought with me and came home drunk. If we weren’t living together, we’d be over. But if I’d leave him, I’d have to move away and right now I couldn’t because I had so many other things to deal with.

After walking around the bright store, I found some ramen noodles and decided to settle with that. I paid for them and then started to walk back home. It was winter in Gotham city and it was fucking snowing straight into my face, making it hard to see. Why did my luck have to be so bad today? I groaned and tried to walk quicker so I’d get out of the cold and darkness. Once again I chose to go grocery shopping late, when the stores were about to close the doors.

I turned to an alley that would make the way home shorter. Alleys in Gotham weren’t anything safe, but I didn’t really care. My luck couldn’t possible get any worse, right? 

I knew I was nearly home so I stopped to grab my keys from my bag. As I took my eyes away from my surroundings, things went down. I found my keys, but before I could start walking again, I heard a gun loading in front of my face, causing me to drop the bag of groceries on the ground. ‘’If you make one sound I will shoot you’’ A mysterious voice told me so darkly that I didn’t dare to disobey. I tilted my head to face the man that held me at gunpoint.

He was dressed in a black tux and sunglasses. Seemed like a guard or something, but it still freaked me out. There were at least four more men behind him and they were dressed the same. ‘’Oh Frost you sure sound scary’’ Another raspier voice snickered behind me. Frost? That sounded familiar. But I was too scared to think straight. My heart was hammering in my chest and I was barely breathing. I couldn’t believe this. Why would they want to stop me?! Tears stung my eyes, but I was way too shocked to cry.

‘’Turn around’’ The man, apparently Frost demanded and I listened. I turned around so his gun was pointing at the back of my head. That’s when I saw the man. He has red lips, tattoos on his face, super icy blue eyes, very pale white skin that looked nonhuman and very green hair. The J on his cheek was enough to convince me that it was Joker. 

My knees went weak and I nearly whimpered out in fear, but an even greater fear forced me to shut up. ‘’Aw you don’t look happy to see me’’ He fake pouted as he saw my expression filled with terror. Well think twice why.. Suddenly his fake pout faded and a serious and angry look fell upon his face. ‘’Now you’re going to be a good girl and breathe in when I count down from three’’ He told me slowly and clearly. What the fuck was he talking about?!

‘’3′’ He started and I saw how he looked at the man behind me. 

‘’2′’ another number left his red lips and made my heart beat quicker.

‘’1′’ He whispered and then the man behind me tried to put something in front of my mouth, but I didn’t give in so easily. I hit his arm hard and then turned around to kick this man.He dodged my kick by grabbing my ankle and twisting it so it hurt. Then I pulled my leg back and tried to run away, but someone stopped me by stepping in front of me. Fuck. Before I could do anything, he hit my jaw with the gun, making me grunt out in pain as the taste of blood took over my mouth.

The other men noticed and tried to step in. One of them slapped me and I took a couple steps back as the pain blinded me. Then an arm wrapped around my throat from behind, nearly choking me at the surprise. I held onto the arm, trying to make him let go, but Joker was strong. ‘’I thought I told you not to fuck her pretty face up’’ Joker told the two that had hit my face. Then he got back to me as I stood there in complete fear for my life and tears rolling down my face, mixing with blood I hadn’t even noticed.

‘’Spunky one’’ He chuckled and then pressed a gun against my head. The cold metal sent a shiver down my spine and I knew I might have fucked up.  The Frost guy gave me an angry glare and grabbed a cloth. ‘’Do it quickly, we need to get going before Batman interrupts our little fun’’ He spoke like a sick maniac. I tried to wiggle away, but the second Frost pressed the cloth against my mouth, I blacked out and my body fell against Joker, for him to hold or else I’d fall on the ground.

Why did Joker want to kidnap someone like me?

NOTE: This will have multiple parts and I’ll list them here when I write them. What do you think of this? 

PART 2

Thoughts on Steven Universe: All of StevenBomb 5

Steven’s Dream

  • It’s cool, Steven. I cry when aliens abduct cows too.
  • REMINDER THAT GREG IS STILL RICH
  • REMINDER THAT GREG IS BEST CARTOON DAD
  • Excited Connie is cutest Connie.
  • Confirmed: Garnet is worst liar.
  • Only the first episode in the bomb, and emotions are running hot. (At least Amethyst’s enjoying it.)
  • Estelle’s line delivery is the greatest.
  • Carl from Aqua Teen Hunger Force is back!
  • Korean animation studio! TOO META TOO META TOO META
  • Boom. Blue Diamond.
  • This episode’s musical score, my God.
  • Do all the Homeworld ships resemble body parts? Is there a torso ship somewhere? Or a leg ship? Can they all combine into a fucking Megazord?
  • Next time: Crystal Gems… in SPAAAAAAAAACE!

Adventures in Light Distortion

  • Pink Diamond has a human zoo?! That is FUCKED up!
  • I choose to believe Lapis and Peridot spend the whole time making out while the Crystal Gems are in space. Fight me, scrubs. You can’t disprove it.
  • “Space turbulence”? How can space have turbulence if there’s no air– Ohhhhhh. She meant an asteroid field.
  • Hey, Rubies. We’ll come back for you later. …Maybe.
  • Time to change the theme song to “We are the Chibi Gems!”
  • Solution to any problem involving buttons? Push all of them!
  • WARP FACTOR 10, MR. SULU!
  • Hope everyone in the audience is wearing their 3D glasses.
  • Probably Zach Callison’s best performance yet.
  • Best line: “Amethyst, turn into a chair. I need to sit down.”

Gem Heist

  • I can’t decide if “Esteban Universidad” is lame or clever as hell.
  • You’re REALLY instilling me with confidence, Sapphy!
  • Amethysts look a lot like Jaspers. …Is that racist? …“Gemist”?
  • I have a feeling Holly Blue is going to be a waifu for a lot of watchers (if she isn’t already).
  • Sooooo… Holly Blue Agate is like the evil Willy Wonka.
  • This episode should have been called “Steven’s Five”.
  • Scratching at that door, Ruby’s like a cat that wants to go outside.
  • I’m only just realizing this, but Steven is UNCOMFORTABLY comfortable taking all his clothes off.
  • Oh, great. Greg’s gone native already.

The Zoo

  • OH MY GOD IT’S LIKE SOMETHING OUT OF STEPHEN KING
  • THOSE FRUIT LOOK LIKE ROCKS OW MY TEETH
  • THIS IS A CULT
  • THIS IS A FUCKING CULT
  • Dammit, Steven, you’ll never truly be a man unless you punch your dad.
  • OH MY GOD YOU GUYS IT’S A FUCKING CULT
  • And now Greg has a harem. Terrific.
  • Best line: “I haven’t broken this many hearts since I had all my hair.”

That Will Be All

  • Is EVERY Amethyst as much a troll as ours is?
  • “Hideous off-color Betas”? “Filthy vein of quartz”? DAT’S RACIST, HOLLY!
  • Aw, shit. Two Diamonds in one room.
  • AW, SHIT! YELLOW DIAMOND SONG!
  • Not sure if villain song or not. Either way, it’s fucking awesome.
  • …Holy shit, Blue Diamond can be frightening.
  • “I don’t think anything could spoil this for me!” Well, you SAY that…
  • WHOA LIGHTNING WHIP
  • Can the Amethysts, Jaspers, and Carnelian join the Crystal Gems? Please, Crewniverse? Please, Sugar?
  • OHHHHHH! SNAP, PEARL! GET WRECKED, HOLLY BLUE!
  • Only the THIRD craziest weekend, Greg? I shudder to think what the top two were like.
  • Best line: “Famethyst for life!”

anonymous asked:

The people in my class are such bad anti SJW stereotypes I'm not sure if I should laugh or cry. I mean, just for example: They are very anti-gay rights, they make fun of transgender people, they hate people who aren't Christian (someone who's not like them in my class is Hindu) and they hate Obama and act like Trump is the second Washington or something. Worst part? My teacher joins in when they hate in class and supports them. (And they dislike me cause I don't agree)

god bless america

The worst part of losing someone is not the goodbye. It’s learning to live without them. It’s crying yourself to sleep because the pillow next to you is cold and empty. It’s getting up in the morning with tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes. It’s the lifeless phone you have in your pocket which doesn’t ping with a new message from him anymore. It’s your shaking hands when you put all the things he bought you in a box, including that stuffed bear he let you keep even though he wanted it after he won it at the country fair last year. It’s you holding your breath and shutting your eyes closed when you think you smelled your favorite perfume of his walking down the crowded street because that particular smell could have you breaking down all over again. It’s no more midnight ice cream trips just because you both wanted it suddenly. It’s no one whining for cuddles when you need to finish important work. It’s the silence echoing in the house because no watches the football reruns on full volume anymore. It’s you skipping that one song you still cannot bear to hear because he sang it to you for your birthday at 3am on the roof. It’s you not being able to gather the courage to get your long brown hair chopped short because he always said he liked them long. It’s the cold oven in the kitchen because you don’t have anyone to bake cupcakes for anymore. It’s no one to slow dance to rock songs just because you both felt like it. It’s you crying with your heart heavy when you’re removing pictures of you both, on various occasions, from the frames around the house. It’s no more midnight stories, no arms around you when you cry, no one to kiss you awake, no more surprise Chinese take outs, no more water fights. It’s no one to hug you, kiss you on the forehead and tell you it’s gonna be okay.
—  this is what pain feels like // excerpts from my life #6

anonymous asked:

I was so angry that I left work crying. As I was getting ready to leave some trump supporter started ranting about how great trump is and how Muslims are evil and Obama ruined the country and all this shit. I clocked out and left in the middle of his sentence. The worst part is i actually liked the guy before finding out he was like this.