throw it in a river

Charging/Activating Sigils

Originally posted by mistyawe

(Copied from my grimoire)

  • Place on paper, burn it
  • Draw on bread, toast it
  • Trace with crystals
  • Use your own energy (touch, breath, proximity)
  • Sew on clothing, wash them
  • Place in front of music speakers
  • Let it sit in a sunny place
  • Bury in the earth*
  • Use prayer
  • Dissolve in water/hold under running water
  • Set as phone lock screen, charge phone
  • Tape to window on full moon
  • Meditate
  • Hold near fire
  • Throw into wind*
  • Add a drop of blood*
  • Carve into candle, let it melt
  • Draw with honey at the bottom of a mug, activate with hot drink
  • Draw on flag, leave in wind
  • Trace in dust, blow it away
  • Use crystal grid
  • Draw with cooking oil, cook
  • Draw on foggy windows/mirrors
  • Trace using water, let it evaporate
  • Carve in soap, wash body
  • Utilize storm energy
  • Use light
  • Draw on beach, let the ocean take it
  • Use charging board
  • Draw on rock, throw it in a river*
  • Carve into wax, melt it (for wax melters)
  • Draw on self, take a shower
  • Use glow-in-the-dark paint
  • Place on shoes, utilize the energy of walking
  • Draw in the air with energy, push through it
  • Take a picture, charge device
  • Hold to your pulse point/s
  • Speak to it
  • And many, many things I did not list here.

*Make sure you are being safe and/or eco-friendly!

For the Hundredth Time...

We are in a dank cave with water flowing from somewhere. Our Cleric is fighting the last enemy.
Dwarf Cleric: I throw my shield, Captain America style.
Me GM: Ok.
(rolls nat 1)
Me: You throw your shield into the river.
Dwarf: What river?
Me: That one. (Points to map)
Dwarf: Shit.

Later…
He bought another shield.
First enemies.
Dwarf: I throw my shield at a random guy.
Me: Anyone?
Dwarf: Yeah.
Me: (Rolls to determine target.)(Target is himself. Rolls nat 20. To shake things up, I roll on the something happens table. “An old enemy returns…” is what I got.
Me: Holy shit. So…you throw your shield, it curves round, and conks you on the skull. (Rolls max damage possible)
Dwarf: At least I still have my shield.
Me: A river comes crashing down the mountain, and sweeps away your shield. As it fades away, you can see your other shield in the river.
Dwarf: I fight the river.
Me: (rolls nat 1)
Me: The river forms a water elemental, and the water elemental takes both of your shields…
Me: (rolls two nat 20s)
Me: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK! THIS ELEMENTAL SLAPS YOU AROUND WITH BOTH OF YOUR SHIELDS UNTIL YOU ARE UNCONSCIOUS, AND THEN LEAVES.
Bard: I loot him

Charging a Sigil

Fire:

Write it on a flammable surface and set it on fire (I favour bay leaves)

Carve it on a candle and let the candle melt (you can pick the candle colour according to the spell/wish)

Carve it on a surface with a pyrograph/something hot or carve it on something and put it close to fire where it can charge up.

Draw it on a firework and set it off.

Draw it at the bottom of a tea light and put the candle back in.


Air:

Draw it on a windchime and hand it up.

Make prayer flags with the sigils on them, or a simple flag that’ll blow in the wind.

Draw it on something light and non-polluting and let it go with a gust on wind.

Draw it on a balloon and pop it.

Draw it on a paper kite and let it go in the wind.


Water:

Draw your sigil on a soluble material and let is dissolve, it’ll also charge the water or draw it at the bottom of your cup and it’ll charge both the water and sigil.

Draw it on something non-soluble like a rock and let it soak or even throw it in the river;

Draw it on yourself when taking a shower and let it wash off.

Draw it on the shore where the water will wash it away.


Earth:

Draw it on something from nature (so as not to pollute) and bury it.

Charge it with a crystal grid/previously charged crystals

Draw it on the earth.

Draw it on the leaf of a plant.


Light;

Place it in the sun or moonlight and let it soak it up.

Draw it with a glow in the dark paint.

Draw it on something that’ll disappear like fog on a mirror, lemon juice, ultraviolet pen and such.


Your own Energy:

Meditate on your sigil by focusing on it while you direct your personal energy into it.

Have it near you or on you during sex or masturbation.

Draw it on yourself and dance, sing, workout.

Have it on or near you during extreme pain or emotional states (anger, joy, sadness, etc.)

Draw it with your blood/drop some blood onto it.


Extras:

Place it on a charging device (phone, computer)

Place it on speakers and blast music that matches the intent

Sing/Play an instrument to it

Draw it on the sole of your shoes

Draw it on/near a grave/with grave dirt/anything symbolic of death

Post it on a website such as tumblr where likes charge it and reblogs cast it.

Draw it on paper and tear it up


If you have your own way of charging sigils, do tell me, I am curious, and I’d like to add to the list, since this is in no way the only ways of doing so.

anomalousduckart  asked:

What would you do if someone cosplayed/made one of your poncho designs?

this probably

like if someone were to take the time and effort to turn my goofy drawing into a piece of cosplay art, i would cry like a small Child

fanart n cosplay stuff is a huge honor for me I WOULDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO OR SAY EXCEPT CRY,,

soabs  asked:

So first love your tumblr page, secondly I would like some advice, if that's alright to ask. I'm trying to write a story with a character from Oregon and I would like some idea on if they be any phrases words anything really to make it believable

- everyone from Oregon ends their sentences with “praise be to Bigfoot” to show both humility and gratitude
- Oregonians, colloquially known as “Orgies”, make a lot of puns about oregano
- Oregonians (“Orgies”) have a bitter rivalry with Washingtonians. Every seven years, on the appointed day, it is a tradition for residents of each state to gather on opposite sides of the Columbia River and hurl insults and rocks at each other. Since the Columbia River is very wide and throwing something across it is very difficult, these encounters can’t really be considered violent. It would be unrealistic if your character is from Oregon (or Washington) and does not frequently reference this important tradition.
- The Oregon Trail is considered a holy game, and it is always played at funerals to determine who in the family will be the next to die. If the game’s prediction is wrong, Orgies ignore reality and treat the prematurely deceased like living people while shunning those who were expected to die.
- You do not pump your own gas in Oregon - station attendants do it for you. Similarly, you’re not allowed to feed yourself at restaurants - specialized waiters and waitresses come to your table, sit you in their laps, and spoon-feed you.
- Do not mention that Oregon has fewer reported Bigfoot sightings than either California or Washington unless you want to be banned from the state
- In the more liberal parts of the state, you are expected to experiment sexually with a waterfall (if male) or a volcano (if female) at some point before graduating college
- for political complications, the role of black people will be played by white people with locked hair for this production
- A $4.35 cup of coffee in California will cost $400 in Oregon. If you complain, the barista will gently remind you, “No sales tax!” and you’ll end up buying six refills
- Social standing is expressed via the number of bumper stickers on your car.
- The state tree is the Douglas fir - a majestic conifer. In Oregon, a boner is frequently referred to as a “Douglas” or even just “Doug”. If an Orgie suddenly exclaims, “I’ve got to go meet up with Dougie,” it means he has become sexually aroused in an embarrassing way and will seek out the nearest waterfall to ease himself.
- A geoduck is a species of large, edible clam. “Geoduck” is therefore used as slang for both “penis” and “vagina”. The phrase “go Ducks!”, shouted at sportsball competitions, is actually a celebration of sexual liberation.
- Orgies do not use slang like “cool” or “tubular” or “awesome”. Instead, they say “That’s organic!”
- If a white guy tells you about the “spirit quest” he went on, he means he went camping and smoked a lot of weed. I mean a lot. Of. Weed.
- A popular sport is food truck racing.
- If a young person appears single, they are probably in a committed relationship with their bicycle.
- The most popular epithet to be engraved on tombstones is “Gone Squatchin’”

The signs as: their places in the modern world
  • Aries: You're not sure how you feel about most sports, but you can't help but to watch them when they run. They kick off so hard that they seem to almost fly through the beginning of the race. They're always wearing some form of red. Their hair is a curly mess and when you try to smooth it down you feel something sharp break the skin on your hand. They look at you. Their eyes are glinting gold.
  • Taurus: You catch sight of them sometimes, lounging outside small bakeries and cafes. The air seems to move a little slower around them, thick and cloying like honey. Your watch has stopped. Everything is calm and warm, but when you leave the sun is already setting. You only stopped by for a pastry.
  • Gemini: You notice them sometimes at the entrances of side streets and tiny alleys, standing side by side. Their hair is dyed outrageous colours and spiked like a hedgehog. The one who is grinning at you beckons you closer, but behind them the one who is frowning desperately shoos you away.
  • Cancer: You go to the library early one morning,sleep deprived,half dead and yet absurdly over stimulated from coffee. All the reference books have been loaned out. A librarian, a little smaller than the rest, emerges from nowhere and hands you a copy. There are indents in the cover and for a second you think you see claws hidden in the sleeves of their sweater. Their eyes glisten. You're too intimidated to ask how they got this book.
  • Leo: They seem to show up in the strangest of places. On rooftops, in trees, curled up in a shopping trolley that has been abandoned in the street. Cats follow them everywhere. Your cat has been missing for the past week. You think it has joined the crowd that follows them. They flash you a smile that speaks of war. You know then that you would follow them too. Their smile says that you might have to.
  • Virgo: You've lost your friend at a party. Your head pounds to the beat of the music. The creepy 40 something year old that nobody invited has been tracking your movements. As you start to panic a cool hand slips into yours. A silky voice tells you to look away from him. You dance and everything seems more intense somehow. On your way home you find a slip of paper in your pocket. On it is written a telephone number. It disintegrates as you add it into your contacts.
  • Libra: You're feeding pigeons on the boardwalk when you see them. They're crawling low to the ground and you're not sure why anyone would want to do that among the mess of fish hooks and tangled lines. A group of boys are throwing their rubbish into the river. You catch a glimpse of them pouring mud and fish heads into the boys socks. The boys don't seem to notice. When you take your shoes off you find a five dollar bill scrunched up in the bottom.
  • Scorpio: You're pretty sure that job interviews aren't supposed to be this terrifying, especially not for part time work at a fast food venue. You earn only ice cold stares from them until they see your references. Then they give you a strange smile that sends your heart soaring and plummeting simultaneously. They tell you that you'll fit in here. You just wonder whether you'll be able to get out. When you pull away from a handshake they leave the impression of claws on your palm.
  • Sagittarius: You're on a bus and the sun is going down when you sit next to them. They ask you where you're going and you tell them. They ask you why. You give a much more honest answer than you had expected to. You find yourself trying to justify the actions that have led you to this point. They hum along thoughtfully. You're already at your stop. The bus is empty except for the two of you. You could have sworn that it was full when you boarded, but yours has been the only stop. You turn to wave as you leave but now the seat is bare.
  • Capricorn: You're grocery shopping and you don't usually make a habit of talking to anyone when you do so, but your eyes lock over the frozen produce. You realise that you're crying. The two of you sit down in the isle. No one tells you not to. The store is strangely quiet, the hum of the lights and refrigerator behind you the only constant factors. You leave with several dubious pieces of life advice and an excellent recipe for fried chicken. as you turn your key in the lock of your door you realise that they know your life story, but you don't even know their name.
  • Aquarius: You're at a target late at night looking for something that you can't quite name. Nothing seems right. A shop attendant behind you agrees. They lead you through the racks into an area that you have never been in before. Dark things dart between the shelves. They point to an item on the shelf. It is slowly growing. It's perfect. As you leave you glance behind you but the lights are off inside. You check the open hours. It closed hours ago. You check your receipt. It's a plain piece of paper covered only by a shaky drawing of an eye and a price.
  • Pisces: You have a foggy memory of a summer camp attended years ago. They were attending too. They always stood a little away from the other kids, the counselors never spoke to them. They showed you secret places hidden behind brambles and stinging nettles. You weren't quite sure how they got through spaces that were so much smaller than their body. On your final day they pressed a tiny golden pendant into your hand. The rest of the memory has faded. You ask your parents about it but they tell you that you have never been to summer camp. The pendant is still in your top drawer. It feels warm to the touch.
  • pokemon: going on an adventure with a team of creatures you bond with and grow along with as they become more powerful!
  • digimon: going an an adventure with your partner, a magical creature you can communicate with and develop a friendship with!
  • yo-kai watch: throwing $160 cuts of tuna into a river to catch snot nosed duck ghosts so you can give them to a weird old man who lives alone in his house with a bunch of bird ghosts

richard siken sentence starters.

quotes are all taken from various poems out of richard siken’s poetry book crush.  feel free to change pronouns/etc if needed.

  • ❝  tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.  ❞
  • ❝  tell me we’ll never get used to it.  ❞
  • ❝  there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.  ❞
  • ❝  i swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth.  ❞
  • ❝  i want it back now, baby. i want it back.  ❞
  • ❝  i’m sorry. we know how it works. the world is no longer mysterious.  ❞
  • ❝  that’s a nice touch.  ❞
  • ❝  i like him and i want to be like him.  ❞
  • ❝  i’m sure you remember, i was on the phone with you, sweetheart.  ❞
  • ❝  history repeats itself.  ❞
  • ❝  there are many names in history, but none of them are ours.  ❞
  • ❝  you could drown in those eyes.  ❞
  • ❝  but damn if there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.  ❞
  • ❝  sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.  ❞
  • ❝  i couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time.  ❞
  • ❝  you wanted happiness, i can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.  ❞
  • ❝  there is no way to make this story interesting.  ❞
  • ❝  i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything, without having to say that i ran out into the street to prove something.  ❞
  • ❝  tell me we’re dead and i’ll love you even more.  ❞
  • ❝  you will be alone always and then you will die.  ❞
  • ❝  i’m sorry i came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing.  ❞
  • ❝  who am i? i’m just a writer. i write things down.  ❞
  • ❝  i take it back.  ❞
  • ❝  here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.  ❞
  • ❝  you still get to be the hero.  ❞
  • ❝  what more do you want?  ❞
  • ❝  love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. it’s like a religion. it’s terrifying.  ❞
  • ❝  no one will ever want to sleep with you.  ❞
  • ❝  you know that recently we have had our difficulties and there are many things i want to ask you.  ❞
  • ❝  you had not expected this.  ❞
  • ❝  walk a mile in my shoes.  ❞
  • ❝  a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river.  ❞
  • ❝  you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore.  ❞
  • ❝  hush, my sweet. these tornadoes are for you.  ❞
  • ❝  that sounds overly valorous.  ❞
  • ❝  do you love yourself?  ❞
  • ❝  i don’t have to answer that.  ❞
  • ❝  you wanted more.  ❞
  • ❝  i had a dream about you.  ❞
  • ❝  there’s nowhere to go. there’s nowhere to go.  ❞
  • ❝  in these dreams it’s always you: the boy in the sweatshirt, the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge.  ❞
  • ❝  will you love me even more when i’m dead?  ❞
  • ❝  you didn’t show up. i kept waiting.  ❞
  • ❝  i swallowed crushed ice pretending it was glass and you’re dead.  ❞
  • ❝  i don’t really blame you for being dead but you can’t have your sweater back.  ❞
  • ❝  you can sleep now, you said. you can sleep now. you said that. i had a dream where you said that. thanks for saying that. you weren’t supposed to.  ❞
  • ❝  hello darling, welcome home.  ❞
  • ❝  please keep him safe.  ❞
  • ❝  i just don’t want to die anymore.  ❞
  • ❝  you want to die for love, you always have.  ❞
  • ❝  you didn’t think you’d feel this way.  ❞
  • ❝  you saved my life. i owe you, i owe you everything.  ❞
  • ❝  please, just for one night, will you lie down next to me, we can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up.  ❞
  • ❝  you’re all i ever wanted and worth dying for, too.  ❞
  • ❝  drive into that tree, drive off the embankment. ______, make something happen.  ❞
  • ❝  we are not dirty.  ❞
  • ❝  you keep singing along to that song i hate. stop singing.  ❞
  • ❝  here is the sink to wash away the blood.  ❞
  • ❝  this is not harmless. you are not breathing.  ❞
  • ❝  i will come back from the dead for you.  ❞

empty cup family with actual little brother magnus chase though

- asks “are we there yet” seven hundred times when going anywhere. no magnus, blitzen says, we’re not there yet, and we won’t get there if i throw you in the river. 

- will take any and all opportunities to ‘borrow’ hearth’s jacket. it is too big for him. he does not care.

- at any point in the meal it is fair game to ask “are you still eating that?”. it drives samirah up the wall. just order more, she says. (”but yours is right there!”)

- alex paints his nails. he complains but doesn’t mind as long as she lets him pick the colour. 

Driven by Revenge

When a loved one is murdered, revenge can very often be in the forefront of the victim’s loved one’s minds. Of course the majority leave it to the justice system to serve punishment and justice, however, in 2015 24-year-old Alam Khan took things into his own hands. When Alam was just 12-years-old, he witnessed his father get murdered by a family friend, Mohammad Rais. Twelve years later, Alam lured Mohammad to his house where he stabbed him to death before chopping him into 12 pieces - one for each year he waited for this moment. Alam then placed the dismembered pieces into plastic bags before throwing them into a river. They were retrieved when they washed onshore. Alam readily admitted to killing Mohammad and confessed that he had never told anybody that he witnessed his father be murdered so that he could plan his revenge instead of letting justice take its course.

Werewolf!Mark

For shinjiminbaby ; Here, pigglet ♡

♡ Note: None of the small things lower in the post are meant in a sexual way. At all. So, before you blow up my inbox, know my intentions were nothing more than innocent. [ REPOST because my phone is an asshole. ]

▪ Honestly pretty sweet
▪ One of the youngest of the pack
▪ But, not really new
▪ Don’t underestimate him
▪ Keeps to himself
▪ Listens to the Alpha
▪ Good boy generally
▪ Likes being out in nature
▪ ☆ Human
▪ Everyone wants to touch his hair itssofluffythough
▪ Smile that kills
▪ Avoids the urge to bite
▪ Oral fixation, tbh
▪ Likes music
▪ Often wears headphones to block out the noises from miles away
▪ Grade spikes
▪ It’s your fault
▪ He’s been in love with you since kindergarten
▪ Turns a lot of girls down
▪ Sensitive about hurting people
▪ Draws a lot
▪ Mostly that girl from kindergarten
▪ Aka you
▪ Aka the one he can’t stop staring at
▪ Donghyuck is sick of hearing about you honestly
▪ ‘How does this look..?’
▪ ‘Looks like the last fifty drawings of her, Mark.’
▪ Eventually goes to the Alpha like a lost puppy
▪ ‘Is it possible to find your soulmate at a really young age..?’
▪ ‘Anythings possible.’
▪ He basically confirms you’re his soulmate sodoeseveryoneelse
▪ Approaches s h y l y
▪ With flowers
▪ ‘I know we don’t talk..and you..don’t really know me but..let’s—’
▪ You take the flowers, and chuckle
▪ ‘Took you long enough’
▪ He dies a little on the inside
▪ Over time, you obviously find out
▪ Hey I’m dating a wolf (’:
Wait is that why you growl a lot
▪ You love it
▪ He’s so soft to you
▪ [ We’ll get back to that ]
▪ ☆ Wolf
▪ Protective, and defensive of his people
▪ aka You, and the pack
▪ Likes to run
▪ Generally found under a tree
▪ Loves food
▪ Likes nuzzling your hand
▪ Head
▪ Thigh
▪ Side
▪ Basically anywhere
▪ He really just likes nuzzling you
▪ L i c k s your face just like a puppy
▪ Is really a pup honestly
▪ Likes collars
▪ Many collar jokes
▪ ‘You gross, kinky so—’ -Donghyuck
▪ ‘Don’t make me throw you in a river, Hyuck.’
▪ FETCH
▪ Yes he likes fetch
▪ Likes to be active
▪ ‘Mark, give it-’
▪ Grr-
▪ ‘Mark Lee, give me that ball right now, or no petting for a week’
▪ Whimpers
▪ Drops said ball
▪ ☆ Little things
▪ Bite marks
▪ NOT S E X U A L
▪ Mark just likes biting, and gnawing on things
▪ Almost like a teething child
▪ So, he tends to nibble on you
▪ Hand
▪ Shoulder
▪ Arm
▪ Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to leave marks
▪ ‘I have SCHOOL, Mark.’
▪ ‘At least other boys don’t bother you’
▪ Innocent smile
▪ You can’t help but melt, and let him continue
▪ He’s a rather innocent minded kid
▪ So he avoids the others teasing, and remarks
▪ When it comes to his mate, aka, you
▪ You, are his world
▪ Just you
▪ Goddess
▪ You heal him
▪ Expect him to always be connected to you
▪ Hand holding
▪ Arm around waist
▪ Holding your shirt
▪ He n e e d s to be holding onto you
▪ He aches to be in your arms
▪ Can not go one day without you
▪ Very affectionate
▪ Only towards you
▪ Protective
▪ He is not afraid to rip someone to pieces for breathing in your direction
▪ ‘Couple bracelets!’
▪ Frown
▪ ‘It would break when I change..’
▪ Pouts from you
▪ ‘….Tattoos?’
▪ You both beam
▪ Hng
▪ You eventually get SMALL matching tattoos
▪ Something innocent
▪ That really stands for you
▪ Like he has a tiny lamb on the side of his wrist
▪ You have a wolf
▪ Cause, you’re his fragile little lamb
▪ He’s your guardian wolf
▪ Years later?
▪ Wedding bells and puppies

RIP To My Youth pt. 2

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: It’s the next day and despite the nerves, Y/N is ready to show off her new look to everyone at school. How will they react? With the Vixens tryouts right around the corner and unwelcomed run-ins with Jughead, support from other members of the scooby gang will be needed.

Warnings: Just a few swears it’s all good. 

Word Count: 4343 (Yeah I know it’s pretty long so yano, make yourself a cup of tea, sit down, get comfy and give it a read)



You know in those cliché teen movies where the protagonist walks through the halls of their high school and it’s all in slow motion with some kind of empowering music playing in the background and it’s just completely over dramatic? 

Well, that’s pretty much exactly what I felt like walking into school today, whether that was a good thing or not was an entirely different issue. I was turning heads, to say the least; I put so much effort into my appearance today that I kinda felt like if I didn’t achieve this response I would have completely failed. I tried my best to keep up a confident demeanour, and to my surprise, I was holding up rather well. I think that little pep talk I had with myself in the mirror this morning might have actually worked, hell yes.  

 My burgundy dress clung to my body as I glided down the hallway, ignoring the stares I was receiving a little further up I could see Archie, Ronnie and Kevin in a group by their lockers, they were deep in conversation and hadn’t spotted me yet. Unfortunately for me, in order to get to them, I was going to have to walk past the vast majority of the football team, who were all laughing about something in a group by their lockers.

 My heart sped up and I could feel my pulse quicken, I prayed they wouldn’t say anything as my usual encounters with them usually involved them teasing me in some petty juvenile way. 

As I passed them I held my breath and to my dismay but also surprisingly I was met with a symphony of cat calls, without thinking I turned my head to look at them, I made direct eye contact with the big man on campus himself Reggie Mantle, he just looked at me arms folded leaning against his locker and smirked. I was surprised because usually, he’d call me a freak or something uncreative like Wednesday Adams which Jughead and I had both been called numerous times throughout our years here.  I rolled my eyes rising above it and quickly made my way over to the three familiar faces by the lockers.

 “OH MY GOD” Veronica nearly yelled as she eyed me up and down when I stood next to her, “oh my god is right, YES why didn’t you tell us you were going all extreme makeover, that dress and your hair is literally giving me life right now” Kevin said with a look of amazement in his eyes. “Well, I thought I needed a little change,” I said laughing at the look on their faces. “You look amazing Y/N, I can’t get over this” Ronnie continued, she proceeded to literally poke me in the face, I looked at her as if to say ‘what the hell are you doing’, “sorry I just had to make sure this was real” a big smile was now painted across her face. “I think you broke Archie” Kevin motioned to the red headed boy whose mouth was wide open. Kevin’s words immediately brought Archie out of whatever strange trance he was in “H-hey Y/N, sorry it’s just really weird seeing you look so, so” Archie started “So hot!” Veronica finished. This made all of us laugh in unison.

“I was actually wondering if you two would come shopping with me this weekend, If I’m going to keep up this look I’m gonna need help from the experts” I motioned towards Kevin and Ronnie. “Of course! We will be your fashion fairy godparents, ready to give you all the style advice and direction you need” Veronica said looking at Kevin who nodded in approval of her statement.  

“Thank you guys so much” I breathed a sigh of relief, “Sorry Arch, I’d ask you too but I don’t think girly shopping trips are really your forte” I said looking at Archie.

 “Don’t worry no offence taken you’re right, but maybe I can meet you guys at Pop’s afterwards?” Archie replied. “But of course Archiekins, after a day of retail therapy Pop’s milkshakes are the only way to regain one’s strength” Veronica answered.

 “Oh my god I completely forgot to mention, Cheryl’s having a party at her house this Saturday too, apparently her parents are heading out of town to meet with a private investigator and she’s throwing a party to celebrate her mother giving her back the River Vixens and the new recruit she’s picking after school, so naturally I got the whole gang invited, Veronica Lodge does not disappoint” Ronnie said clapping her hands and grinning, this was met with the rest of us grinning excitedly and thanking her.

 However all I could now think of was that damn audition today, I’d almost forgotten about it, this news of a party being thrown practically in honour of the new recruit was enough to turn the butterflies in my stomach into grenades. The bell signalling the start of first period cut off this thought and brought me right back into reality. “Oh god, we’d better get going, see you guys in the student lounge at lunch break?” Kevin asked, we all agreed to meet there and went our separate ways.

 What class did I have first today? Shit, it was English. My stomach dropped and the grenades started exploding in a far fiercer manor. Jughead was in this class, what the hell was I going to do. Taking a deep breath I started walking rather slowly, in some last ditch effort to delay what was to come; however, in the back of my mind, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to escape the inevitable.  

 By the time I reached my class everyone was already inside and the teacher had begun talking, great if I wasn’t nervous enough to see Jughead I’d have to do the awkward “dash to my seat/ apologise for being late” stunt.

 I took a deep breath and quickly opened the door to the classroom, like ripping off a Band-Aid. Walking in I looked at the teacher who had a surprised look on her face, “ah sorry I’m late Mrs Jackson” I said, before I could scan the room for a seat, the teacher quickly added “oh I didn’t know we were getting a new student today, why isn’t there an office aid with you?”

 What the fuck, did she really think I was a new student; honestly I didn’t think I looked THAT different. Then again she was pretty damn old, needless to say, I was still rather embarrassed. I heard some muffled laughs coming from the students already seated, ignoring them I looked at my teacher, in hope of her getting a better look at my face “Uh Mrs Jackson, it’s Y/N Y/L/N, I’ve been in this class all year” I said trying to sound as polite as possible, the muffled laughter continued “oh so It is! I’m so sorry dear you look quite different today, please take a seat and try not to be late next time” I gave her a flat smile and turned to scan the room.

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Rhysand: You’re not really wearing that are you?

Cassian: Wearing what?

Rhysand: The man purse. You actually gonna wear that or are you guys just fuckin’ with me?

Cassian: It’s where I keep all my things. Get a lot of compliments on this. Plus it’s not a purse, it’s called a satchel. Tarquin wears one.

Rhysand: So does Tamlin.

Cassian: *throws purse in the river*