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anonymous asked:

Hi, 7goodangel. I am here to ask you about PaperJam as a shy, smol and innocent being (mainly thegreatrouge made him be). There has been some conflicts regarding his trait. Some said his canonical personality is a jerk, like what you wrote in his bio / info and some said that is severely wrong and being shy, (which made him shipped with Fresh), is his canonical personality. What are your thoughts about this? I mean, it is your character and people are taking control of it. Don't you disagree?

Well… I have talked to people and seen public conversations and this has happened several times to me over months. I guess I’ve gotten a little numb to it now… or maybe it’s due to school that I haven’t given it the attention that it deserves. Probably due to school. 

I just can’t update constantly like others - even though some others in school were and are able to update constantly. I can’t keep going around and holding up my bio of PJ and police people. It’s exhausting to me… it really takes up the small bit of free time I have. 

I think after I get a solid job that I’ll be able to go around better… but anyway - back to your question. 


While I love seeing interpretations and do not want people to be limited by something and have their imaginations go forth… it’s proving that a huge con comes with that mentality - which you have pointed out. A lot of people swear that PJ is the cute, innocent interpretation that really, did get PJ popular in the first place. While I did have him as a jerk from the beginning - I kinda kept that info to my RP blog - so you could say it is my fault this is all happening and I do think that. I could of done something to make it not as bad as it is now… 

It’s just like the NSFW stuff… people just assume the first thing and run with it. And it really does make me feel like I really am not needed for my own character at points. 

It’s a struggle - I don’t want to have people stop interpreting PJ within AUs… but I also don’t want people to just see him as an innocent child to ship with Fresh. 

And I’m still trying to find the best solution to it. 

But… I feel like the damage is already done. It’s too late for me to talk to all of these people going around swearing on their life that PJ is canoncally like Rouge’s interpretation/AUs. It feels like an hopeless battle to me. 

And I guess I needed someone to ask me this question so then I can fully say my thoughts on this. 

So in short, while I love creativity and don’t want to snuff it out (considering some people would probably think I’m doing that already with saying “No Sin”), I still don’t like it. It irritates me, irks me, frustrates me, and I feel like even as the person who thought of PJ in the first place, my voice isn’t enough. Communities seem like they don’t care about artists unless they reach a ‘certain goal of popularity’ or seem like they have a more professional style of art. I know I do not reach either of those titles. 

People misspell my username all the time - I actually claimed ‘7goodangle’ on tumblr for that reason.

People still say “I’m too lazy to find who made PJ” when they clearly mentioned they looked at the bio on the wiki. 

People still go around arguing others on the canon ship of OmniPJ and swearing that FreshPaper is the true canon ship, when all people are pointing out is that they need to keep the canon ship in mind when going around with information.

Even just basic personality traits… and these things are happening on sites that I do not nor want an account for. 

I still want others to have fun - to be happy; but I don’t know… I guess I’m cutting out my own happiness to get everyone else happy? I want to eventually write a version of PJ within his own universe and story… and he is more like the version I created within the UT verse. Not exact - but close. Though who knows… I might shove PJ to the side and replace his role with another character. I’m still weighing options.

Cause PJ was the first character I ever put this much time and thought into… my first character that was balanced, well rounded…

And what happens?

…well.

You said it Anon. 

They took it - changed it (initially as an AU but now people think it’s canon) - and I can’t do much about it. Due to school and not much free-time… due to how many don’t know the true creator… and just back talking anyone who is just mentioning it to people who swear by it. 

As an artist and a character designer…

It makes me not want to show designs, characters, and stories ever again online.

Considering if this is how I was treated on the first one… why even take a chance at a second one? If it has brought me so much stress, frustration, and time… why even try it again?

I said I was only going to do fanart so if anyone stole it, it didn’t really matter. 
I think I should have stuck with that thought process. 

In conclusion, there are some major things to take away here. First – that yes, I do not like how it has skewed this far to the point of arguing over a fandom version with the canon. Canon is canon and I get the different AUs – this is too far. Way too far. I am emotionally drained from this – from this whole mess that I have been defending throughout majority of PJ’s lifespan. I will state this – Paper Jam is my character. He is my original character that I created more than a year ago. And the UT AU fandom took my character and warped him to something he is not and all of his original meaning is lost. I do not like to hurt others or make other sad – but I must put my foot fully down. This miscommunication needs to stop. I am tired of repeating things over and over and I have past my breaking point time and time again. I just want people to see PJ how he really is… and I wish that people could be focusing more on the reality of him instead of the alternate that they all claim as truth.

Final words: I still like Undertale – I still like creating characters and having fun – but the Undertale AU fandom is ridiculous now. The Amino UT community is insanity in an app, and there is a lot of stuff that has made many artists and creators to their breaking point and leaving the fandom entirely. Everyone in this fandom needs to take ten steps back and look at what they are doing. Go back to the game. Play it again – watch your favorite let’s player’s videos of it again. 

And just… food for thought… please don’t jump the gun on someone else’s OC’s personality and actions. 

I do not want anyone to experience what I had.

Theories (Peter Quill)

Pairing: Peter Quill x OC

Warnings: None…tiny, tiny spoiler for Vol. 2

A/N: This might be complete crap, but I desperately needed to write some Quill. I hammered this out earlier this morning and just did a quick edit, no rewriting. But hopefully it’s post worthy! I think a second part is in order? xD

PART TWO HERE


Originally posted by despairingfever

The sound of bickering voices drifted back from the cockpit, making me roll my eyes. I lowered the manuscript I was flipping through.

“Will you two morons cut it out already?” I hollered. I waited a beat, but the arguing went on. Probably hadn’t even heard me. Anyways, it wasn’t my job to break up the idiotic pissing contest that went on between Rocket and anyone he met. Or at the moment, Drax.

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anonymous asked:

What is the difference between the INTJ and the INTP? I've taken several of the personality tests, and have always gotten INTJ, but then I took a test on whether I was an INTJ or INTP, and got INTP.

INTJ vs INTP

Some Key Differences:

  • INTJs may not be neat freaks, but they have a system for finding/sorting everything. INTPs just…don’t.
  • INTJs are more conventional and “purposeful” than INTPs–INTPs do things to just do them, INTJs generally have distinct reasons
  • INTJs tend to be less creative than INTPs
  • INTJs tend to be more satisfied with work than INTPs
  • INTJs are found in far more leadership roles than INTPs
  • Twice as many INTJs are atheistic than INTPs. INTPs are more likely to be agnostic rather than atheistic (Myers, McCaulley, Quenk & Hammer, 1998)
  • INTJs sound more confident in their tone of voice than INTPs. INTJs’ statements are also straightforward and certain, whereas INTPs usually sound speculative and questioning/doubtful in their sentences
  • INTJs are less playful than INTPs 
  • INTJs are “on-time” people, while INTPs are not
  • INTJs are more arrogant and confrontational, INTPs are more laidback and open minded
  • INTJs appreciate clear structure, INTPs are the least loving of structure of all the types 
  • INTJs do not typically find writing to be a fun pastime, INTPs do 
  • INTJs tend to enjoy specific types of exercise, INTPs are ambivalent towards nearly all exercise
  • INTJs like achievement a lot, INTPs like autonomy a lot 
  • Both aren’t typically dressed very fashionably, but INTJs do tend to be more neat with their dress than INTPs
    • Example: INTP I know wears the same shirt several times a week (Mario shirt), often with a clashing jacket. INTJ I know wears a conventional sweatshirt and jeans every day. Every. Single. Day. 
  • INTJs are usually better debaters–they’re very confident and passionate about their arguments, while INTPs are better at brainstorming and theorizing about arguments 
  • INTJs are more likely to be called uptight and mean, INTPs are more likely to be called lazy and sarcastic 
  • INTJs are more likely to be called “put-together” and driven, INTPs are more likely to be called “oblivious but somehow super smart” (I’ve heard that several times lol) and fun to be around
  • INTJs aren’t as interested in relationships as INTPs most times–INTPs idealize romance like a child would. INTJs try to not be involved with too many people, but when they do, they’re incredibly serious about it

Remember, these are generalizations based on my own experience! (and the book The Secret Life of INTJs by Anna Moss ;))

Monsta X reacting to their best friend (crush) asking to sleep in their bed with them

A/N: Guess who took ages to make this! Yes, me :(  Still, this is for a wonderful anon who made the request. I hope you like it and sorry for taking so long.


JOOHEON:

He would try to look super chill about it, and make some jokes as an ice breaker he would think it’s a good oportunity to have a late night conversation with you, but when you finally fall asleep he would be terrifyed to touch you because he wouldn’t want you to think he’s actually taking advantage of the situation.

Jooheon: be careful, Y/N, I move a lot in my sleep, you might end up on the floor.
You: can you just shut up and let me sleep, Jooheon? I’m tired…
*a couple of minutes later in the dark…*
Jooheon: Hey, Y/N are you still awak- *accidentally touches your boob*
You: LEE JOOHEON WHAT THE FUCK!
Jooheon:

Originally posted by jo0heonie

WONHO:

He would be super nervous and start making a million scenarios in his head, as he wouldn’t be sure if you just wanted to sleep in his bed, or sleep with him. So he would just pull the typical Wonho move, play it cool (and collapsing in an embarrassment breakdown 2 seconds later).

You: Wonho… Would it be awkward if we slept together?
Wonho: No at all… Pfff… Wait a second, though. Do you mean sleep, sleep, or sleep sleep, because if it’s the second one…
You: Wonho, for God sake… I’m literally just gonna close my eyes and pass out. Chill, boy. What did you have in mind?
Wonho: Me??? Nothing… Of couse I knew you meant that… *sweats*

Originally posted by monsta-x-cuties

HYUNGWON:

This little savage would try to act like it’s not big deal while he would actually be so happy inside because he’s gonna have the chance to have you sleeping in his own bed. He would still try to hide his true feelings for you.

You: Can I sleep in your bed tonight? I’m too lazy to go back home.
Hyungwon: Of course not. I’ll give you a blanket, you are sleeping on the floor. 
You: HYUNGWON!
Hyungwon: Okay, okay… You can sleep here but you have to do it on your side because I’ll only give you 20cm of my bed, so good luck trying to fit in.
You: CHAE HYUNGWON!
Hyungwon: OKAY THEN. God, why are you so greedy?

Originally posted by minyeossi

(Just to make the feels rise a little more, Ik he would stay awake till you fell asleep so he could stare at you BYE)

MINHYUK:

Oh this boy is everything but shy. He’d be glad you asked and he’ll be lowkey (and by lowkey I mean HIGHKEY AF) trying to getas close as he can to you, just being his clingy self. He’d take it as an oportunity to have a taste of the kind of relationship he wants we you but he doesn’t have (yet).

You: So… I can stay the night here?
Minhyuk: Yeah, that’s my side right there, you can have the other one.
You: Okay… Now I have a side…
Minhyuk: Of course you do. That’s how it works…
Both: *get in bed*
You: Hummm… Minhyuk… can you please go to your side, you are technically over me…
Minhyuk:
(you are Jooheon)

Originally posted by wonhontology

(THE SOFTNESS IS REAL, IM DEAD, BYE)

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IM FINALLY DONE MY MINI PRINTS !!!

I’ve adjusted some of these slightly color wise for adjustments im just too lazy to re-do the files but the final versions will be available as prints ! each one is a mini print on its own and then i will have an 8.5x11 print with them arranged in rainbow colors like this ! 

PHEW…

in order we have 

shadow sneak, summon monster, bardic inspiration, ray of frost,cleave,unarmed strike, channel positive energy, entangle and barbarian rage ! 

I still feel like there are some inconsistencies with each other but overall im happy its done. 

Questions for gif-makers.

  1. What are your top 3 favorite sets you’ve made
  2. What is your least favorite set you’ve made
  3. Which of your sets has the most notes
  4. A set that flopped but deserved better
  5. What is your favorite movie/TV show to gif
  6. What is your least favorite movie/TV show to gif
  7. Who are your top 3 gif makers
  8. What gif trend do you hate
  9. What/who inspired you to start making gifs
  10. What was the first gif you ever posted
  11. What is that one set you made that just won’t die
  12. What is the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever giffed
  13. Where or from whom did you learn how to gif
  14. How long does it usually take you to make a set
  15. Have you ever had gifs stolen and reposted
  16. How long have you been making gifs
  17. 10 sets, 8 sets, 6 sets? How many gifs to you prefer in a set
  18. For the aesthetic, for the laughs, or for the feels what your preference
  19. What is your gifting process like
  20. Mac or PC
  21. PSDs or original coloring for each gif
  22. What fandom/movie/show/person etc do you gif the most
  23. What is the thing you gif when you don’t have anything else you want to gif
  24. 480p 720p 1080p? What is the minimum quality you’ll gif from 
  25. Old dimensions or new dimensions and why
  26. How many un posted sets are in your drafts right now
  27. Have you ever made a set, decided you hated it and deleted it? What was it
  28. Have you ever posted a set, regretted it and immediately deleted it
  29. Have you ever posted a set, realized you made a mistake later but it was already too late
  30. How frequently do you like to post
  31. Do you schedule/queue posts or do you post right after you’re done
  32. What is your favorite tool/adjustment layer in Photoshop
  33. Do you like to/can you make edits and graphics too or only gifs
  34. A set that took you a long time/was really hard but you’re really proud of how it came out
  35. Do you change your giffing style a lot or do you have a set routine
  36. Do you gif with something specific in mind or do you just wing it
  37. What sets if any do you have planned to make in the future
  38. What are you really excited to gif that isn’t out yet
  39. How often, if ever, do you delete old sets that you don’t like anymore
  40. Why do you make gifs
  41. What is your least favorite part about your gif making process
  42. How is your gif folder organized? Is it organized at all?
  43. Do you keep videos forever or delete them once you’re done giffing
  44. Ever had a gif become a meme? Would you like that if you haven't 
  45. Ever gotten hate over a set
  46. Ever gotten a really sweet compliment over a set
  47. Any advice for novice gif makers/people who want to start making gifs
  48. How would you describe your giffing style
  49. How much would you say you’ve improved since you first started giffing
Behind Closed Doors // A Thomas Smut

Prompt: It is forbidden at all costs to sleep with the only girl in the glade, but that’s not gonna stop Thomas from being with her in the slightest.

Relationship: Thomas x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Sneaking Around, Swearing, Dirty Talk, Slightly Rough Thomas I Guess, Sexual Harassment, and Super Fucking Sexy Thomas Because Come On.

Word Count: 6,863

A/N: Because I was in the mood for some maze runner smut.

Your name: submit What is this?

Not being able to hold back the pleasure built up inside of me any longer, I let out a loud moan the second Thomas reattached his lips on my pulse point and nibbled on it. His chest pushing up against me rubbed my back on the wall and his fingers lightly grazed me over my soaking wet panties, sending excited shivers down my spine. My entire body was begging for more of him, but I knew that we wouldn’t have enough time out here to have sex and make it back.

“Thomas, we need to go back to the glade.” I tried, but he didn’t stop what he was doing. Instead he just pushed my panties to the side with his fingers. “We still have to map out what we saw before we forget it and it gets dark.”

“We’re not gonna forget.” He hummed against my neck, his voice vibrating my skin.

“Babe, we don’t have time for sex.” I disagreed, but immediately whimpered when his middle finger slid through my folds and separated them.

“Who said anything about sex?” Thomas smirked, applying pressure on my clitoris and slowly circling it. “I just want to make my girl feel good before we have to pretend like we’re not together.”

I wanted to protest and I wanted to be responsible here, but as he worked my nub in such an incredible and addictive way, I couldn’t find the will to actually stop him. I knew we wouldn’t have the same freedom in the glade that we have out here in the maze, thanks to Alby’s most strict rule of No one ever touches (Y/N) because she’s the only female and whomever does will be punished, so I decided to just give into him and let Thomas do whatever he wanted to me.

I brought my hands up to his neck and pulled him away from mine to attach his lips on my own. Our kiss was passionate and full of lust, his tongue already gliding on the bottom of my lip to ask for an entrance. I opened my mouth for him to slip his tongue inside and I instantly moaned at how skillful he was with it.

Thomas’ finger increased its pace against my nub, my hips bucking at the delicious feeling. The way he was working on me made me feel so hazy that I couldn’t even focus on kissing him correctly, my mouth too lazy to properly move. All I could do was allow the pleasure to build up inside of me and moan into his mouth as Thomas now used his finger to slide inside of my warmth. My hands gripped onto his neck tighter in response along with my arching back and my secret boyfriend smirked against my lips. My eyes fell shut to the incredible sensations he was provoking, but a whine escaped my mouth when he broke our kiss.

“Does this feel good?” He teased, his finger slowly pumping inside of my core.

I just nodded, my body too lost in the pleasure to be able to form any sentence or say a single word for that matter. Thomas knew exactly how much it turned me on when he talked dirty to me and I didn’t even need to open my eyes to know he was grinning smugly at me right now. His finger moved a little faster inside of me before I could even ask and the shameless moan that escaped my lips would’ve been embarrassing if I wasn’t too lustful at this moment.

“Do you want another one?” Thomas smirked, the movements of his finger bringing me close to my peak. I nodded my head and he just tsked sexily. “I need you to say it, baby.”

“Y-Yes.” I somehow managed to speak through the desire and Thomas immediately responded.

Another finger of his pushed itself into my core and I hitched my leg around his waist for him to have more access. Thomas moaned at my sudden action and instantly pushed his fingers deeper, an immediate mixture of a moan and a scream falling from my lips. I didn’t care that I was so loud and open with Thomas, our relationship was too intimate for me to worry about being vulnerable around him.

“T-Thomas, please.” I begged him for my orgasm and, believe it or not, his pace increased even more.

The spring in my stomach was coiling more with every passing second and Thomas definitely knew. With his other hand, my boyfriend slipped it under my shirt and runner gear to squeeze my breast. His hand began kneading it, Thomas’ calloused fingers tightly pinching my nipple and it was enough to further the pulsing in my core. I desperately wanted his mouth attached to my perky bud but I knew that that wouldn’t be possible thanks to the annoying runner’s wear and how incredibly difficult it was to remove.

It was when Thomas curled his fingers inside of me to press against my G-spot he was well aware of and his thumb put unbelievable pressure on my clit that I couldn’t hold it back anymore. The spring inside of me snapped, releasing the extremely anticipated orgasm all throughout my body. My back arched, my legs shook and a mixture of embarrassing moans with lustful screams erupted from my chest.

“Shit, baby, you sound and look so beautiful.” Thomas moaned, my mouth only able to moan in response.

Once I whimpered at how sensitive I’ve become, Thomas carefully removed his fingers from inside of me and gently placed my leg back on the ground. His other hand detached from my breast and fixed my shirt so it looked like nothing happened. As soon as I opened my eyes, the first sight I saw was Thomas happily sucking on his fingers that worked on me. His tongue grazed his skin and, even though I just came, this sexy sight immediately made me ready for another orgasm with him. He smirked at how in awe I was and I almost melted right then and there when he winked. Pulling his fingers out of his mouth, Thomas adjusted my jeans and I watched him with hooded eyes.

Bringing my back off of the maze’s wall and managing to stand on my own, a grin spread across my lips with a deviant idea. Thomas’ eyebrows quirked up at me before I prepared myself for what I was about to do.

“Last one to the map room is a rotten shank!” I challenged, immediately sprinting towards the glade.

Looking behind me with a huge smile planted on my face, I realized Thomas instantly played along and was already hot on my trail. We both ran like maniacs towards the door with joy flooding through our veins and not a single care in the world. Considering Thomas and I are the best runners in the glade, it didn’t take long for us to maneuver our way through the maze and quickly reach the entrance. An excited squeal escaped my lips when I looked behind me and realized Thomas was no longer there, but was now right beside me. The wind blew in my hair and stung my face, yet all I could focus on was how beautiful and happy my boyfriend looked as we suddenly entered the glade and rushed towards the map room already in sight. The two of us completely ignored all of the stares and shouts the gladers were sending us, both too consumed by each other.

“No, no, no!” I screamed when he started winning, but it was no use. Thomas was just as determined as I was. It’s our best, but also most annoying quality.

“See you on the other side, rotten shank!” He shouted back at me, not even bothering to turn around before reaching the map room and quickly opening the door.

“Thomas!” I tried to stop him, but of course it didn’t work.

My boyfriend rushed inside and I groaned when he beat me at my own game. Running in after him, Thomas’ smirk was wide and smug as I shut the door to the map room behind us. That’s always how our sessions worked, behind closed doors to avoid getting caught. I wish that we could be open about our relationship, but at the same time I like how the adrenaline flows through our veins every time we meet in secret. With the door closed every facade falls. The disguise we display to the world fades away and all we desire is to fuck each other’s brains out.

“I’m glad you could finally come.” He teased and I narrowed my eyes at him as I approached Thomas slowly.

“Well, it’s a good thing I already did.” I clicked my tongue, Thomas’ eyebrows quirking at my comment. “Because something tells me if you keep this up, you won’t.”

“Oh, is someone upset I won?” Thomas grinned, the both of us now inches apart from each other. “Can’t handle being slower than me, can you?”

I decided to ignore him and just glare at him instead of saying anything, hoping it would make him take back what he just said. But, no. An even wider and cockier smile pulled at the corner of his lips and as much as I hated to admit it, he looked incredibly sexy.

“Screw you, Thomas.”

“If you insist.” He shrugged before grabbing my cheeks and crashing his lips against mine.

I instantly moaned into his mouth, his impressive lips molding with my own in such perfect harmony. If there’s something Thomas certainly knows how to do is kiss me like there’s no tomorrow, always making my knees go with with his touch. His tongue didn’t even ask for an entrance instead he just pushed it past my lips and made its way onto mine, the both of them waltzing together so beautifully that no dancer could ever compare. Our love so much more stunning than any piece of art out there in the world.

Thomas’ hand wrapped around my waist to push my chest into his warm one as he backed our bodies up to the nearest table. Our kiss never broke even when he cleared all of the pens, pencils, papers, and pieces of scrap with one swift movement of his hand off the table. Excitement boiling inside of me as his hands settled on my ass to pull me up on it and sit me down on the surface. My legs instantly spread for him at the same time that Thomas began unzipping my jeans and pulling them down, my lack of air starting to make me feel light-headed. My jeans were pooling down on the floor when I decided to separate our kiss, begrudgingly, and my hands flew to his belt. As I unbuckled it, Thomas removed my leather runner’s gear. At the same time that I opened his pants and let it fall to the ground, my boyfriend pulled at the hem of my shirt telling me he wanted it off. My shirt was the first to go then his and as soon as we were only in our underwear, Thomas’ mouth immediately latched onto my breast to give it the attention it desperately wanted earlier.

Even though his warm and wet mouth working on my nipple turned me on immensely, there was nothing I craved more than to feel him inside of me. As soon as I tugged at his boxers, Thomas got the message. He bit down on my nipple, a squeal escaping my lips, and pulled at it with his teeth before taking his mouth off of my breast with a pop.

I brought his boxers down to his knees and instinctively wrapped my hand around his delicious shaft, not being able to hold back how much I craved to touch him. As I slowly pumped his erection, my thumb caressing his swollen and wet with precum tip, Thomas growled at the feeling and ripped apart my panties all of a sudden. Even though I wanted to get mad at him considering I only have three, well now two, I couldn’t find it in myself to be anything but turned on by his lustful actions.

Putting his lips back onto mine, Thomas spread my legs for him to stand in between. One of his hands settled on my waist as the other removed mine from his cock to position himself in my entrance, moans escaping both of our lips when he wet his tip with my juices. His swollen head sliding amongst my folds and caressing my clitoris, my chest already arching into his at the contact. It’s not my fault I easily come undone with Thomas, it’s his fault for being so damn sexy all the time.

Thomas pressed himself into my core and our breaths hitched in our throats as he slowly stretched me, both of us melting into the incredible feeling. His hand on my waist moved to my lower back so he could push me closer to him, his dick entering deeper inside of me. My eyes immediately shut at the fullness and Thomas’ head fell to my shoulder, his lips placing gentle kisses on my skin. Once he was buried deep inside of me, my boyfriend didn’t even need to wait before thrusting thanks to how turned on and ready I was for him.

Thomas started out at a normal pace, enjoying the feeling of our bodies connected again. We haven’t had sex in about a week because sex in the maze is careless and dangerous and it’s been nearly impossible in the glade because of all the attention he was getting lately. So, needless to say, we’ve been craving each other too much and the built up sexual tension between us is so strong it almost hurts.

Just as he increased his thrusting, Thomas’ free hand moved up to my neck and gripped onto the back of my hair. I whimpered in response and he smiled into my shoulder blade. We didn’t talk about it because it was just a normal thing, but the both of us absolutely love it when Thomas pulls my hair. It’s our favorite kink we share and have no shame in falling prey to it. The way he pounds into me as he grabs my hair, his fingers intertwining with the strands, was so exciting to us.

“Thomas!” A voice suddenly called from outside of the map room and before we even knew it or could do anything to stop what was about to happen, the door flew open. “Are you alright? Why were you guys running so fa-”

My eyes widened in fear as Gally appeared in front of us, his sentence immediately stopping as soon as he caught sight of Thomas fucking me. Who had instantly halted his actions when he realized we were no longer alone and picked up his head from my shoulder to look at the intruder with not only a shocked expression, but a glare blazing in his brown eyes.

Gally’s pupils fell to our connected and wet groins, Thomas growling when he did. As soon as he began to pull out, a moan escaping my lips at the most inappropriate time thanks to the friction, the now terrified glader immediately backed away. Turning around to face the door, Gally ran out of the map room without another word.

“T-Thomas, he’s gonna go tell Alby.” I panicked the moment Gally was gone. “We s-should stop.”

“No.” Thomas grunted, pushing back inside of me and picking up his thrusts again. “We just have to be fast before they get here.”

“Thomas, you’re gonna get in trouble.”
I argued, but moaned loudly when his tip hit my most sensitive spot he was very well aware of.

“I’m gonna get in trouble either way.” He stated, his pace fast and hard. The desk pounding against the wall along with his thrusts, our breathing in sync with the rhythm as well. “Might as well enjoy this last moment I have with you.”

His words stung in my heart the second he finished saying them because we knew Alby wouldn’t take this “crime” lightly. Thomas was going to get punished and fear mixed with the lust in my veins at what exactly said punishment consists of.

“Okay, then you’re gonna want to go harder than that.” I teased, my hands now flying to grip his flexed biceps in preparation.

Thomas followed my directions instantly and pounded harder into me, my body already getting a taste of the sweet edge it will soon be falling over. His mouth crashed back onto mine and kissed me like there was no tomorrow. I kissed him back with as much fervor and passion, neither one of us wanting to say goodbye through words so we let our bodies do it instead. Which at the end of the day, would do a much better job than anything our minds can come up with. Thomas’ and my body are so in sync with each other that they just know exactly how to express our care and love without needing to fumble over sentences.

“I-I’m close.” I confessed, feeling my orgasm creeping up on me.

Thomas’ hand that was on my waist moved to our connecting groins and began to furiously circle my clit, my legs already shaking in response. I tried to kiss him back as focused as I could, but it was too hard to concentrate when I knew I was about to fall apart. Thomas, however, did an amazing job keeping our kiss going and he even slipped his tongue inside of my mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I shouted, no longer concerned about hiding my moans.

The second Thomas applied more pressure onto my nub and, suddenly, pulled at my hair, I lost it. I completely fell over the edge and jumped into the overwhelming pool of pleasure waiting for me, my orgasm touching my skin like water in a lake. Clenching down on his cock, Thomas let out a strangled moan and the sound itself would’ve made me cum a second time.

Once I came back down from my high, I noticed Thomas was still chasing after his release. Bringing my mouth to his earlobe, I nibbled on it and ignored the sensitivity in my core. I was just as determined to have him orgasm as he was.

“It’s okay, baby.” I whispered into his ear, my boyfriend shuttering at the feeling of my warm breath fanning across his sweaty skin. “Forget the world outside and just cum for me, Thomas.”

With the mixture of my dirty words and my core purposely clenching down on him, Thomas moaned into my mouth as he finally reached his much anticipated orgasm. At the same time that he pulled out to release on my stomach, four unexpected figures suddenly appeared at the doorway and my body froze. Thomas didn’t even notice them, his eyes were shut tight in focus and he grunted loudly as his hot cum coated my skin. It wasn’t until then that I noticed just who was at the door, all of their eyes wide and jaws dropped in complete shock.

Gally, Alby, Newt, and Minho’s terrified eyes averted from the scene before them and all of the lust inside of me was replaced with horror. The four keepers of the glade just witnessed their newest Greenie cumming on the only girl here. My cheeks immediately felt hot and I knew they were painted with red blushes.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Thomas’ husky voice snapped me out of my fear and my eyes shifted to look at him. He was furrowing his eyebrows at me in confusion and all I could do was stare.

“Thomas clean her up and meet us outside.” Alby spoke up with a voice full of authority and my boyfriend gasped. “Now.”

He didn’t even dare to turn around, I just watched as Thomas’ face became as red as mine. Alby quickly turned around and left, the three other boys following in his footsteps.

“Thomas, I’m scared.” I confessed, my concerned eyes piercing into his. “I don’t want to lose you.”

A soft and genuine smile appeared on his lips as my boyfriend placed his hand on my flushed cheek.

“You won’t.” He promised and I believed him.

Thomas grabbed what was left of my torn panties and used the cloth to clean his release off of me. As soon as he finished, both of us quietly put our clothes back on. Our minds too full of thoughts about what we were going to face to put together a conversation.

“Ready?” He asked me, his hand about to push open the door.

“Ready.” I nodded.

Slipping my hand into his free one, Thomas opened the door and lead us out into the glade. My heart beat violently against my ribcage as we approached the group of people formed in front of the maze’s doors, Alby already staring at us with his arms folded across his chest. I noticed how it was getting darker by the second, meaning the doors to the maze would be shutting any minute now.

“Look at that shuckface!” Gally suddenly shouted, pointing at Thomas and I didn’t understand where this anger was coming from. “He’s nothing but a piece of klunk!”

“That’s enough, Gally.” Newt defended as we entered the group.

Alby unfolded his arms and settled them beside him, he walked over to us and Thomas gulped at the proximity. He cleared his throat due to his nervousness and shifted on his feet, but never took his hand out of mine. The leader’s eyes flickered to it before they returned to their angry post on the Greenie, disappointment also evident in them.

“We don’t have many rules here in the glade.” Alby spoke up. “And yet, Thomas, you have managed to break the most important.”

I expected my boyfriend’s head to fall to the ground in shame, but instead he stood his ground. Thomas was in no way challenging or disrespecting Alby, he was just telling him through his actions that he didn’t agree.

“You’re going to have to be punished for going against our law.”

“Banish him!” Gally yelled and my entire body went weak.

“Alby, we can’t banish him.” Minho suddenly intervened, his eyes concerned about his good friend. “He’s too important.”

“Maybe we should just put him a night in the pit with no food.” Newt offered and the scoff that came out of Gally’s mouth was so loud it almost scared me.

“Absolutely not!” The annoying glader disagreed, his head shaking as he pointed at Thomas. “That’s too easy, he’s just gonna do it again!”

“So?” I spoke up, surprising both the gladers and myself. “I’m the one that decides wether or not someone touches me, not you guys!”

“(Y/N), you don’t know what you’re saying-”

“Yes, I do Gally!” I shouted in frustration. “Thomas isn’t hurting me and it shouldn’t be a crime if I like it.”

“She has a point, Alby.” Minho agreed with me and an actual smile placed itself on my lips.

“No, she doesn’t!” Gally hissed. “Alby, don’t listen to this. He can’t just spend a night in the pit, he needs to be kicked out.”

Alby lifted his hand to order silence in the glade and everyone immediately complied. A nervous lump formed in my throat as I realized that the leader had made his decision.

“Thomas, you won’t be spending a night in the pit.” Alby stated. “You’ll spending it in the maze.”

The entire world around me stopped so I could feel it quickly crumble into pieces beneath my feet. A static noise buzzed in my ear and my eyes became blurry with instant tears as I felt an icy cold hurricane crash down on me and drown me in fear. My heart pounded against my body as if it belonged to Thumper from Bambi and I was certain it was going to break through and fall down to the floor.

“No, no, no.” I shook my head in denial but no one said anything. It was already decided.

Out of nowhere, the sudden sound of the doors to the maze began to close and the ice water inside of me froze every single one of my limbs. Pain invaded my cells and tore them apart without any bit of mercy. The last thing I heard before I completely succumbed to my fear was Alby’s upset voice telling Thomas it was time to go. My breathing shortened and a sick feeling punched me in my stomach, warning me I was going to throw up. An invisible hand wrapped around my throat and forbid me from properly breathing and a mixture of hot and cold flashes sparked through my body. It was as if I were dying and I knew exactly what was happening to me. And by the way Thomas stood in front of me and placed both of his hands on my cheek, he also knew I was having a panic attack.

“Breathe.” He instructed and I tried to follow the way he was showing me breathing exercises. “It’s okay, just breathe. I’m going to make it, (Y/N). I need you to believe me.”

I wanted to say I believed him but all I could do was replay Chuck once telling me No one survives a night in the maze over and over again in my mind. Thomas continued to try and comfort me even though he was the one about to face the Grievers, yet we both knew my panic attack wasn’t going to go away anytime soon.

“Thomas, let’s go.” Alby stated, pulling his hands off of me and began leading everyone towards the moving doors.

We approached it and I did my best to ignore my panic attack as Thomas turned to look at me one last time. His eyes were begging me to be okay and I wished I could grant him what he wanted, but I wasn’t going to ever be okay again. My boyfriend quickly wrapped his arms around me and I ignored all of the stares from the gladers as he separated to place a kiss on my lips. It was short and of course I craved more, but mainly because a part of me knew I would never feel it again.

“I love you.” Thomas said to me for the first time and my heart actually jumped. My eyes flickered over to Alby for the slightest second and I could see the hurt in his own eyes. He didn’t want to do this, but he needed to enforce the rules.

My boyfriend walked through the doors to the maze and my legs ran to him, hot tears streaming down my face that I hadn’t even noticed until now. Newt immediately grabbed me before I could go in and I watched with a heart in agony as he entered the maze and turned around to look as me one last time.

“I love you, too.” I shouted through my hysterical sobbing.

Thomas gave me an encouraging smile before the rocks connected and he was trapped behind closed doors.

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The entire night was one long and drawn out nightmare. My mind kept picturing the worst scenarios of Thomas in that terrifying maze, always ending with him being teared apart by the Grievers that showed him no mercy. His pillow was completely stained by my salty tears at this point and my cheeks were stiff with all of the dry water stuck to them. I was no longer sobbing uncontrollably like I had since the moment Thomas left, but I was now entirely numb inside.

Usually, I loved getting up early in the morning to see Thomas quickly before we had to run off into the maze for the day. However, today I dreaded the idea of leaving his hammock that I have already claimed my own. His smell still lingered in the sheets and I, in no way, was ready to part from the small piece of him I still had left. No one ever survives a night in the maze and Thomas is still relatively a Greenie which means he was no different.

Watching as the sun rose in front of me, the normally beautiful and vibrant colors no longer having an effect without Thomas here for us to marvel at them, I felt a small finger tapping on my shoulder. Turning around, Chuck looked at me with pity but also a small glimpse of hope in his eyes. He was laying on his hammock and I instantly noticed the dried tears on his freckled cheeks.

“He’s gonna make it.” He spoke up, his voice not groggy like I expected it to be which meant he also didn’t get any sleep last night. Our minds were too worried about our favorite person in this glade. “I promise you. Thomas is gonna walk right through those doors today and surprise us all.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, Chuck.” I stated, the lump in my throat now permanently lodged there. “It hurts more than just accepting the horrible truth.”

“This is the truth.” The chubby twelve year old sat up in his hammock, his eyes determined as they looked at me. “I’ve been in this glade as long as I can remember and never have I ever met someone like Thomas before. He’s strong, fast and– most importantly– he’s ridiculously smart. If someone’s gonna figure out a way to survive against the Grievers, that someone is definitely our Thomas.”

His words weren’t just made to comfort me and they weren’t full of pity or false hope, Chuck meant every single sentence that came out of his mouth. And from how certain he was about them, I couldn’t help hut feel like they were laced with truancy. I know Thomas better than anyone here and because of that, I was well aware he would never give up without one hell of a fight. My logic and my mind were telling me he was already long gone, but my heart suddenly felt a small spark of faith. All thanks to how sure this small yet incredibly courageous boy was.

“Thank you, Chuck.” I smiled for the first time since yesterday. “I needed to hear that.”

“And I needed to say it to someone​ other than myself.” He confessed with a kind smile that I gladly returned. “Now come on, let’s get some breakfast.”

Chuck shot up from his hammock and I let out a loud squeal when he turned mine, suddenly dropping me on the ground. The grass prickled my arms and legs, but I was now too focused on immediately standing up to get my revenge on him. The youngest glader let out a mixture of a scream and a laugh when I charged for him, already running away from me. But, I was determined and Chuck knew that which is why in a matter of seconds as we ran through the glade, not caring who saw us, I was able to wrap my arms around him and grab the kid. Instantly pinning him to the ground, Chuck shouted and giggled as I mercilessly attacked him with the tickle monster.

“Stop, please!” He pleaded through his loud laughter, the gladers waking up because of us. “Okay, okay! You win!”

“As always.” I smirked, pulling away from him. Chuck immediately let out a deep breath of relief and rested his elbows on the grass to glare at me.

“You’re an evil, woman.” He challenged and all I could do was laugh.

“I like to think of it as a gift.”

Winking at Chuck and then walking away, the sudden loud sound of the solid doors to the maze roared through the glade and warned us they were now opening. My heart instantly stopped and I didn’t even notice I was sprinting towards the heavy doors until I felt unexpected wind stinging against my cheek. I could see the maze already and my heartbeat paced faster than it ever has, not because I was running but because I was convinced that Thomas would be on the other side.

From my peripheral vision, I sensed Minho and Newt running along with me and Chuck right behind us three. We didn’t care that we looked desperate and insane, all we wanted was to see our Greenie again. I internally cursed my legs for not being fast enough and getting me to Thomas as soon as possible.

Once I had finally reached the entrance of the maze, my legs halted to a stop and my eyes immediately peered around the inside to see if they could spot him. I didn’t even mind that my breathing was completely unstable, that my heartbeat was pounding against my eardrums or that my lungs were burning in my chest. All I could think about was: Where the hell is he?

Thomas was nowhere in sight. The maze was completely empty and as I felt Chuck reach up and stand beside me, my mind began to slip back into the state it was in before. The panic and despair came back along with the pain and agony in my heart. All of the hope and faith Chuck had convinced me of instantly washed away only to be replaced by anguish and anger. The hurt I felt watching Thomas enter the maze is nothing compared to the wound that I will now have because he hasn’t come out of it. The once numb girl was now completely broken and shattered into a million pieces.

How could I have let myself think that things would’ve ended any differently?

Everyone knows people don’t make it with Grievers surrounding them, no human has a chance against those monsters. Thomas, the love of my life, was gone and there’s nothing I could do to get him back. He’s dead… and it’s all my fault. Why did I get involved with him when I knew it would put his life in danger? Why did I repeatedly be with him even though I was well aware of the possible consequences?

All I cared about was momentary passion and now Thomas has suffered a permanent punishment because of it- because of me. I’ll never forgive myself for what I have caused and I’ll never be able to live with the guilt either. Although, I won’t ever forget all of the fun times we had with each other and the love we shared. I don’t care that I can’t remember anything that happened to me before the glade, what really matter are the memories Thomas and I created together.

“So much for walking through those doors and surprising us.” I stated to Chuck as my voice broke, not even bothering to look at him.

I didn’t care how possibly hurt he was now, all I managed to do was look at the vacant maze one last time before tearing myself away from it and heading towards anywhere but here.

My legs carried me to the woods once again to cry alone and away from everyone else just like I had yesterday. But, this time it was so much worse. I couldn’t even see properly with how blurry my vision has become thanks to the non-stop tears. The back of my eyes burned as they cried, but it didn’t compare to the burning in my heart. It carried a weight like no other, a pain like never before. Leaning against a tree and slumping down to the uncomfortable ground, I allowed myself to just completely lose it.

Suddenly, the sound of a twig snapping pulled me out of my own depressing thoughts to look up at the source. Rage and hatrid flowed through my body the second I wiped away the pooling tears in my eyes and came face-to-face with the one person I despise the most, Gally. He stood there in front of me with a disgusting grin planted on his face and I desperately wanted to slap it off.

“What the hell do you want, shuckface?” I hissed, forcing myself to stop crying so he wouldn’t see me so vulnerable and, to my surprise, it actually worked. Mind over matter, I guess.

“You.”

The word came out of his mouth so naturally that I almost didn’t believe it, it wasn’t until he unexpectedly rushed over to me and lifted me off the ground that the reality hit me. Shockwaves of panic and fear immediately spread throughout my nerves like fire, instantly destroying me in its wake. A terrified and pained grunt escaped my lips when my attacker, all of a sudden, roughly pushed me up against the harsh tree. My body was so shocked with what was happening that I couldn’t even respond, my muscles frozen in place although my mind was screaming desperately at me to fight and run away.

“G-Gally!” I cried, my lips the only part of my body able to react as he gripped both of my wrists with one of his hands and settled it over my head. “Stop! What are you doing?!”

“What do you think I’m doing?” He spat back with a smirk and flashes of horror consumed me.

“You can’t do this!” I shouted frantically, my voice desperate and unstable.

“Why not?” Gally’s black and dark eyes pierced into mine, his icy stare making me feel cold. “Thomas did.”

The mention of his name sparked something in me I couldn’t explain and I, suddenly, felt stronger than ever. My body finally responded​ to the commands my neurons were sending to my muscles. Immediately and harshly stepping down on his foot, Gally let out a yelp of pain and out of instinct, let go of my hand.

“I wanted Thomas to touch me! You’re just disgusting!” I shouted at him with intense fury before sprinting away from the psycho.

“Oh, no you don’t.” I heard him comment and I knew that he was already hot on my trail.

Before I even expected it, I was abruptly tackled to the ground by his forceful body and to say it hurt wouldn’t be a fair description. Adrenaline ran through my veins, but it didn’t matter how much I fought back because Gally was a lot stronger than me. As soon as I tried to scream for help, his hand instantly covered my mouth and stopped me from trying to escape. His other hand grabbed my wrists like before and there was no use in trying to get away anymore, I was completely submitted to Gally’s strength.

I’m disgusting? You’re the whore, not me.” He hissed, tears already returning their posts down my cheeks. “I’m one of the leaders here and my voice is heard, not yours. If you say anything about this, (Y/N), no one’s ever gonna believe you.”

“I will.”

A sudden and familiar voice that didn’t belong to neither me or Gally spoke up from behind us and I immediately recognized it. My attacker’s eyes widened in fear, meaning he also knew exactly whom it belonged to and relief spread through my once terrified nerves when he quickly stood up.

There, standing over us, was the one person I desperately wanted to see the most. His shirt was torn, his shoulder covered in yellow slime, all of his skin painted with dirt, blood and sweat- but he never looked more beautiful in his entire life.

Not being able to handle waiting, my legs jumped up and instantly ran towards Thomas. His arms already welcoming me as I crashed into his embrace. I couldn’t care less about Gally anymore, all that mattered was that Thomas was alive and well. I hugged him so tight because I was afraid he would disappear if I let go, but instead of wincing my boyfriend just hugged me as tight right back. My tears of joy stained his shirt even further, Thomas caressing my hair whilst I cried into his chest.

“Baby, what do you want me to do with Gally?” He asked, the sound of his voice music to my ears.

“I don’t care.” I shrugged. “I just want to hold you forever now that you’re back.”

I didn’t know how it was possible, but Thomas hugged me even tighter and I loved every second of it.

“I’m too tired to kill you, Gally. Just get out of my sight.” He warned, his voice stern. “Go now before I change my mind!”

I tuned out the sound of Gally’s feet crushing grass and twigs as he ran away from us, my mind only focused on the steady pace of Thomas’ beating heart in his chest. He placed kisses on my temple continously and it didn’t help to stop the salty tears streaming down my cheeks.

“I thought I lost you.” I cried.

“Well, I promised you wouldn’t.” He chuckled, his body shaking the both of us as he did. “And I’m not one to break a promise.”

“I’m just glad you’re home with me.”

“(Y/N),” Thomas pulled away so he could stare me deep into my eyes. “You are my home.”

So I really like Persona 5 and I especially like the girls on the team.

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Hello lovelies~

I haven’t really been able to introduce myself or my friends, so here we go!

I’m Seokjin (obviously). I’m a college student and a demon summoner. Quite a transition, huh? 

These six cuties are the demons I’ve created a contract with. I’ve been with them for some time now and somewhat “tamed” each of them.

The first one’s name is Jungkook, the demon of strength. Compared to the other’s he’s still quite young and has a playful personality. A bit too playful sometimes…

The one beside Jungkook is Jimin, the demon of Charm. As his title entails, he is able to put anyone in an adoring trance. He has an “innocent” vibe, but don’t be fooled. He has an awfully dirty mind. He is part incubus after all. 

That purple haired friend is Namjoon, the demon of knowledge. A talkative one. He always blabbers on and on about the past and philosophy. He sometimes even has visions of the future. Namjoon’s a good guy actually. He’s always helping me with my homework. 

The next one is Taehyung, the demon of Chaos. *Sigh*, He is the most tiring of all of them. Pair him up with Jungkook or Namjoon and you have a mess on your hands. I always tell myself not to summon him while the other two are summoned…but he always convinces me to bring him out. I think i’m just too nice.

The scary looking short friend is Yoongi, the demon of Manipulation. Not only is he able to manipulate people’s feelings, he’s also able to manipulate his own body to change forms (such as gender). He’s probably the most evil out of all six demons, but he’s too lazy too do any real danger. Oddly enough, he is also an incubus.

Last but not least, we have Hoseok, the demon of obsession. Similarly to Jimin, Hoseok has an aura of “kindness” and charm. He feeds on people’s emotions and their attachments to him. Once the prey somehow breaks free of Hoseok’s hypnosis, he…”Devours” them. A scary friend….Luckily, he’s usually harmless.

There you have it. My quick introduction to the boys.

Feel free to ask us any questions. I’ll make them answer no matter what, hehe.    

Riverdale Jughead Imagine

He’s Just Not That Into You’ inspired - (Gigi and Alex)

- You are a hopeless romantic. Every guy you date you look for signs that he’s the one

-You go on a date with Archie Andrews to Pop’s, it’s entirely casual and on the whole he seems rather uninterested. 

-He tells you he’ll call you sometime, and that maybe you can do this again. 

-You readily agree and are excited at the possibilities of your future together, oblivious to his disinterest. 

-A few days pass and you receive no call and he doesn’t acknowledge you at school, it’s almost as though he’s forgotten who you are.

-You go back to Pop’s that night, he’d left one of his guitar picks and you hoped maybe you’d find him there and would be able to start a conversation with him.

-Instead you find Jughead Jones, who you know is his best friend, you sit across from him and explain your predicament, Jughead laughs sourly.

-’Listen, you seem like a cool girl so I’m just going to tell you - Archie’s never going to call.’ 

-’What? How do you know?’

-’Because he’s a guy, it’s what we do.’

-’But he said he had a nice time?’

-Jughead told you that it didn’t matter, it had been a week and he hadn’t called and wasn’t going to. You tried to argue that maybe he had tried to call but he had dialled the wrong number or had just been busy.

-’Or he’s just not into you.’ Jughead would bluntly confirm. 

-You begin to rattle on about your friend Ginger who had the same thing happen to her and in the end it had been one massive misunderstanding and now she and the guy were happily together.

-’Okay no, your friend Ginger is the exception. You’re the rule. And the rule is: if a guy is treating you like he doesn’t give a shit, then he genuinely doesn’t give a shit.’

-’Every time?’ ‘Every time.’


-After your eye-opening conversation with Jughead Jones you continued to return to the booth at regular intervals.

-Usually after a date

-You’d tell him all about it and ask him his verdict, his answer was always the same.

-’He’s not into you.’

-Sometimes you’d take your dates to Pop’s and he’d casually observe from his booth, mouthing those same words with a knowing look.

-Slowly a friendship was beginning to blossom between the two of you. You had exchanged numbers so that you didn’t have to run to Pop’s after every date to ask for his.

-You rang him one night, halfway through a date, the guy had made up some obvious excuse as to why he couldn’t see you for a while - you knew he wasn’t into you, yet you needed Jughead’s opinion on the matter.

-He answers in what seems to be midway through conversation with another person - probably Betty, you feel kind of touched that he answered. You let him know the situation and he laughs that you should just run out of there.

-’What so I’m just supposed to run from every guy that doesn’t like me?’

-’Uh, yeah.’

-’But there’ll be nobody left.’


-Over the following weeks you started to go on less and less dates. 

-You hung out at Pop’s a lot more, sometimes with Jughead and sometimes just hoping he’d show up.

-He always seemed pleasantly surprised to find you already sat in his booth.

-You had your own inside jokes with each other and shared what you believed to be flirty glances, small smiles that you took as signals that maybe there was this mutual feeling between you both. 

-He’d nudge your shoulder, you’d share your fries, you’d take it in turns to pay the bill. 

-Were you in a relationship?

-One night you decided to broach the subject.

-Oh God were you wrong. 


-’But the signs?’

-’What signs?’

-’The smiles, our conversations, picking up the bill’ You had started off cheerily, ‘I - I felt something?’ You faltered.

-’Y/N, what are you talking about? Oh man. What have I been saying since I met you? If a guy wants to date you, he will make it happen. He will ask you out. Did I ask you out?’

-No.

-’Then why would you do this? Oh shit. Why do girls do this? Why do they build up every little thing in their minds, take each little thing a guy does and then - then twist it into something else?! It’s insane.’ He had gotten up to leave the booth. 

-’I’d rather be like that than be like you.’ ‘Excuse me, what’s that supposed to mean?’

-’I may dissect each little thing and put myself out there too much but at least that means I still care. You may not get hurt or make an ass of yourself that way but you don’t fall in love that way either.’ You had pulled yourself up from the booth, ‘You have not won, you’re alone Jughead!’ 

-You stormed to the door before turning around and staring at a dumbfounded Jughead.

-’I made do a lot of stupid shit, but I know that I’m a lot closer to finding someone than you are.’


-’I’ll call you.’ You said and smiled as Reggie Mantle placed a kiss to your cheek and got up from the booth.

-’I had a really nice night, Y/N.’ ‘Me too, Reggie.’ With that he exited Pop’s.

-You stared down into your milkshake until a cough alerted you to another presence. ‘Did you forget something? You questioned without looking up, believing it to be Reggie.

-’Yeah, I did.’

-You looked up and saw Jughead looking down at you sheepishly. 

-’Oh yeah, and what did you forget?’ ‘To return this.’ He held up a hair grip. 

-’So you came all the way to Pop’s, at a quarter to 11 at night, to give me a hair grip?’ 

-‘Yeah, yeah I thought I should just come up with some really great excuse to come over here, that’s how its done isn’t it?’ ‘Sometimes.’

-’Look I can’t stop thinking about you it’s a problem, I keep walking by your locker, writing out texts and deleting them, I’m turning into-’

-’Me.’ You smiled at him softly. 

-’Yeah.’ He smiled.

-’A wise person once told me, that if a guy wants to be with a girl he will make it happen, no matter what.’ ‘That’s true.’ ‘But when I was throwing myself at you, it didn’t seem like you wanted to make it happen.’

-’Yeah, well here’s the thing about that.’ He was sat beside you now, his body was drawn closely into yours. ‘You were right, I’ve gotten so used to keep all of these people at a safe distance, that I didn’t know - didn’t know what it actually felt like when I fell - fell for one of them. I didn’t know.’ 

-Silence fell over you, your cheeks felt like they wanted to break into smile but you couldn’t allow yourself to bend that easily.

-’Look I just went out with Reggie, maybe he’s exactly what I need right now? No drama. He calls when he says he will, does what he says-’

-’I can do those things too.’ He drew himself even closer to you with desperation.

-’But you didn’t! And that same wise person told me that I’m the rule, that I have to stop thinking that every guy will change, that I have to stop thinking that-’

-He cut you off with his mouth. He brought his hand up to the side of your face, his hands curling into your hair as he cemented his mouth to yours, his thumb gently caressing the side of your cheek. He pulled back almost unwillingly.

-’-I’m the exception.’ You finished your sentence.

-’You are my exception.’ 

Originally posted by perfectfeelings


Okay geez that went on for longer than I expected (I just couldn’t stop) and yes I used a lot of dialogue from the film but I think some of the things Alex says can totally be applied to Jughead! All mistakes are my own and basically this is a substitute for me being too lazy to write a fic right now and I’m also procrastinating from doing real work.

Hope you enjoyed regardless of the fact this isn’t a real fic. 

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you/your followers had any advice about doing your own makeup? I've never taken the time or had the patience before, and I feel like with my fine motor issues I'd just make a mess. I don't want to do anything too drastic, maybe just a nice lip color and some eyeliner when I'm in the mood.

I have issues with my fine motor skills too and i’m uber lazy. I’ll tell you some easy beginner tips i’ve learnt:

For a no make up- make up:

  • BB cream, you apply it just as a facial cream, it hides imperfections while protects you from sunlight and also it evens your skin tone and gives you a glowy look
  • A pink/peach blush (you apply it with a brush but you can also find it in cream or mousse to dab it with your fingers). Sometimes I just put lipstick on my cheeks and rub it very well
  • A soft color on your lips. Chapstick or lipgloss is easier for me than lipstick.

If you have more time: 

  • Apply a soft eyeshadow with your fingers. Light brown or peach might work with most skin tones. White eyeshadow under your eyebrows arc and on the inner corner of your eyelids gives you bigger and more awake eyes  
  • Put on some mascara. I’d recommend to practice curling your lashes with a spoon or an eye lash curler, whatever is easier for your hands. Meanwhile you learn, there’s transparent mascara that won’t show if you mess up
  • Comb your eye brows. Honestly I use either black or transparent mascara on them to make them look fuller. Eye liner works for me too
  • Using an intense lip color will make you seem as if you wore more make up than you do
  • Compact powder, with or without the BB cream will make your skin look matte. It does wonders on oily skin 

If you mastered everything before:

  • The ultimate test is to learn how to use eyeliner. There’s gel, liquid and pencil eyeliner. I can’t draw with gel and i find liquid easier. Mastering the cat eye is all about trial and error.

This are my lazy girl’s basics. If you want something more complex, @the-zombs-macabre is your girl. 

Send selfies when you do your make up!