vicariously yours

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growing up i lived in apartments and constantly begged my parents for a swing or hanging chair. now that i’m an adult i still really want one but i fear that my 97 year old house would fall over if i tried to hang something from the ceiling. here are some chairs that you can buy so i can live vicariously through you and your stable ceilings. this contains affiliate links, thanks for supporting househunting!

|| hammaka hanging hammock || clear bubble chair || pink teardrop chair (with stand!!) || egg chair reminiscent of the 1960′s post i did || clear blue bubble chair || rattan hanging chair ||

or you can get some ceiling mounts  and hang anything you want - a bench swing? rings? aerial silks? can anyone afford an apartment with high enough ceilings for any of this? you can always just get a stand i guess? 

Flashes (Part 1)

Summary: Soulmate AU. “The fault, dear Brutus is not in our stars, / But in ourselves, that we are underlings.” - William Shakespeare (Julius Caesar)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,783

Warnings: language, fluff, wishful thinking, angst, sadness, borderline depression, sarcasm, did I mention language? might be hard to read for lonely hearts like me.

A/N: Well, I did it…at least I tried. The lovely @minervaem challenged me (sort of) to do an angsty story, so here we go. I’m warning you now, it’s not gonna be pretty. Anyways, it’s only four parts, so only pre-existing permanent tags will be added to this story. Reminder: If you want to be removed from the permanent tag list you need to msg me! Sorry in advance. There’s four parts to this story.

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

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anonymous asked:

maybe could you do a reverse of betty playing with jugheads hair/suspenders and do one where he plays with something on betty (not dirty hehe) and getting all flustered and defensive when he gets caught.

Sure! Thankyou! This is kind of my take on him being in love with her blush, like she was in love with his hair. ***

She was just so damn pretty, it wasn’t fair honestly. How someone that tiny could hold all of that pretty, was beyond him.

She was talking animatedly at the lunch table, hands flailing and lashes fluttering. He could watch her all day, he was content to just stare at Betty Cooper until his eyes hurt and even longer after that.

She was so excited about the new river vixens routine she could hardly stop talking about it, Veronica was equally as excited.
“And then Betty gets to do this sexy as hell booty pop, right B?”

I’m sorry? Booty pop? In front of the whole football team? In that tiny skirt? Well that didn’t sit too well with him. his fingers went to her knee under the table squeezing gently, she looked up and smiled softly before turning back to their group of friends
“It’s not that sexy, it’s just kind of a…bendy thing? Either way, no ones gonna be staring at my butt when they see you walk out Veronica. Especially when you do that split Cheryl’s teaching you.”
She smiled at Veronica raising a brow, that launched the raven haired beauty into a whole other story about lessons at Cheryl’s.

“Bendy thing?” Jughead whispered into Betty’s ear, his fingers tracing the stiff fabric of her cheerleading skirt, sending shivers through her spine
“It’s really nothing juggie. Trust me. Nothing to see here.” She blushed slightly fiddling with his fingers in her lap.

God he loved that blush. he loved the way when she was really flustered it traveled all the way down her chest. He loved the way it was always a light rosy pink when she was being modest and a deep flaming red when he whispered dirty words into her ear late at night. He loved the way it looked on her cheeks when he introduced her to his father as “His girlfriend.”

Reaching his hand up to cup her cheek, he ran a thumb along her rosy flushed cheeks, stroking so softly her eyes closed. “Trust me bets, there’s definitely something to see there.”
Her eyes shot open, her pupils dilated, the breathy noise she exhaled going instantly to his pants.

She reached up and placed her hand over his own covering her cheek. “No one but you Jughead. Only you.” She whispered.
She said those words more often than not, slowly mending his insecurities every time.
He rested his forehead on hers gently.
“I love you.” He said softly
“I love you more.” She replied

“Oww you two are seriously going to give me a cavity with how sweet you are.” Cheryl spoke from across the table, breaking them both out of their bubble. They were all watching the couple, everyone, except Archie, smiling with goofy looks on their faces.

“Must you always eavesdrop on our conversations?” Jughead grumbled, grabbing Betty’s hand and pulling her tighter into him swinging his arm around her, and dropping his head to nuzzle into her neck with a groan.
Betty just giggled, tugging on his hat a little to straighten it out.

“Well it’s not like you try and hide it, we are all single young adults, indulge us. You know we live vicariously through your relationship.” Kevin said popping a grape into his mouth with a grin.

“What about Joaquin?” Jughead asked.
The two boys had gotten extremely close and Kevin often confided in Jughead with things he couldn’t tell the girls.

“Ah, tale as old as time. Distance has not made the heart grow fonder.” Kevin said glumly.

“I’ll talk to him today, he should be at the basketball court in the trailer Park.” Jughead said definitely, leaving no room for argument.

As much as Jughead tried to hide it, he was a genuinely good person, he cared about others so much, Betty reached for her boyfriends face and brought her lips to his, placing a gentle kiss to his mouth.

Jughead pulled away smiling lazily “what was that for?” Betty just shrugged and cuddled into his side.

“No reason, I just love you is all.” She smiled up at him.

He matched her smile and dropped a kiss to her forehead, rolling his eyes playfully

“And I love you, more than the stars and the moon.”

2

I wanted to write just a couple key moments in bugheads life! Enjoy guys! It’s a long one, better grab some popcorn!
****

“I have no idea.” F.P said defeated, throwing his hands in the air and looking helplessly at his son, who was staring at himself in the mirror with the same confused look in his eyes.

“It’s impossible. This is not humanly possible.” Jughead Mumbled as his fingers toyed with his shirt collar and he tugged restlessly.

“It’s satans work is what it is.” F.P growled pulling the offending object from his neck and chucking it at the door, unfortunately Betty chose that moment to walk in and was hit square in the face by the dark blue silk tie.

“Oh!” She said surprised, holding the garment in her hand and smiling at the boys in front of her. “Thankyou?” She asked.

“Sorry Betty Blue Eyes, you got caught up in the middle of a fight between me and that jerk.” F.p grabbed the tie from her hands and squeezed her shoulder smiling warmly at his favorite little lady.

“No problem.” She laughed “having a little trouble?” She glanced behind F.P at Jughead and he smiled shyly, putting his hands up and shrugging as his tie lay limp around his neck

“This is not a simple tie Ms.Cooper, it is the tie to end all ties” he held it out to her and she rolled her eyes
“My apologies, here let me help”

Betty’s hands expertly twisted around F.Ps neck and within seconds his tie was perfectly done and she was moving to stand by Jughead as F.P stared at her in amazement
“You are a lifesaver little one” he plopped down on the couch and stared at the two teens before him.

Betty was standing before Jughead as Jughead leaned into the blondes hands and took up her space

“How are you feeling?” She whispered as she tugged on his shirt collar, her fingers gently passing his neck. Today was F.Ps final court appearance and the judge would decide if he had jail time or just community service

“Nervous. Nervous but ready.” He said, his hands moving to gently rest on her waist. Betty had been there through all of it, she had sat beside him at every court date, held his hand as he visited his father, and she had been in the passenger seat the day they had made bail, now she was here for the end and he didn’t think he could do it without her.

“I’ve got faith.” She smiled and gently tugged his tie straight. He looked down at her and prayed that she could read his mind, that she could tell just how much her being there meant to him, just how grateful he was for her. He dropped a kiss to her lips but quickly pulled back when he saw the bright flash go off beside him.

“Dad!”

“What?” The older man held up the Polaroid proudly “its for the grandchildren. You’ll thank me when you’re older.”

Betty shook her head and giggled, grabbing the truck keys and smiling

“Alright boys, onward and upward and into the jaws of death.”

The two Jones boys shook their heads and smiled. Betty Cooper was something else.
****

“It doesn’t matter mom, it wasn’t meant to last, you knew it, I knew it, he knew it. We were just fooling ourselves. If Veronica stops by tell her I’ll be over tonight. I just… I need..” as Betty’s eyes filled with tears, she shook her head quickly and ran up the stairs, slamming her door as she collapsed into sobs on her bedroom floor.

Alice placed a hand to her heart, her daughter was in pain and it physically hurt her to see the normally bubbly blonde revert back to her old ways. She hadn’t seen Betty this upset since sophomore year. Taking a deep breathe she moved to start up the stairs when a pounding on her front door stopped her in her tracks

“Ms. Cooper! Please! Ms. Cooper, you have to let me in! Please let me explain! Please!” Jughead was pleading with her from the opposite side of the door, opening it slowly she was met face to face with her daughters absolutely frazzled boyfriend. Jughead beanie was missing and the flannel he wore was buttoned completely wrong, while his suspenders hung unclipped at his side, his dark waves were a mess.

“Oh thank god” he mumbled, rushing into the household “she doesn’t understand that she’s all i want, she doesn’t know how much she means to me, I don’t care about any of those fancy names or big places, all I want is her, I shouldn’t have said some of the things I said but she’s just so stubborn ya know? I mean I…” he was cut off by the quick and heavy footsteps sprinting down the stairs

“Stubborn?! I’m stubborn?! Have you looked in the mirror recently? I’m just trying to stop you from making the biggest mistake of your life! I’m so sorry for trying to help you!” She shouted in his face, pushing past her mother and standing toe to toe. Alice Cooper stood frozen in her spot.

“Don’t you get it?! You are my life! You’re everything to me. I don’t care about any stupid acceptance letters or big name schools, I want to be wherever you are! My publicist doesn’t care where I’m located, I can write my books from anywhere!” He was begging her but she shook her head.

“I’m not leaving Riverdale Jughead, my family is here, pollys here, baby jayjay is here. They have a great elementary education program at Riverdale Community. I’m staying here. But you! There’s a whole world for you to see out there! I love you and I’ll miss you so much but I cannot be the reason you miss out on seeing the world!” Tears were falling freely down her cheeks now and he placed his palms on either side of her face

“You are my world! Everything I want is right here. I love you. I love Riverdale, if this is where you want to stay, this is where we’ll stay. My dads here, and Jellybean comes here every summer, this is my home too. My home is wherever you are! My first book is already doing so well I can afford to get us an apartment! Don’t you want to be with me?” He wiped at her tears as his own built in his eyes

“Of course I do! I love you. I just don’t… I don’t want you to hate me.. to resent me with time.” Her eyes dropped and he shook his head

“I love you. I could never hate you. I would follow you anywhere, you’re just saving me a trip.” He smiled when he heard her quietly giggle and he pressed his lips to hers
“Wherever you go I’m right beside you okay?” He asked as she nodded

Suddenly the couple was blinded by a bright light and looked up find Alice Cooper standing before them with a digital camera in her hands

“Mom!”

“That was beautiful! I’m an old woman let me live vicariously through your love” she snapped a few more as Betty and Jughead rolled their eyes before both posing goofily for the camera.
***

She laughed as F.P swung her around the dance floor, sending her poofy white dress flying as he lifted her off her feet before placing her back on the ground and holding her by the waist.

“So how does it feel to officially be a jones?” He asked as they slow danced to the familiar father daughter track.

“Long overdue I’d say” she giggled as he puffed his chest out proudly. “Thank you for walking me down the aisle, I invited my dad to the reception but…” she trailed off looking around sadly.

F.p shook his head, Hal Cooper was an absolute idiot, that he was certain of.
“No Betty, Thankyou. You saved my life. You saved my sons life and I can’t repay you for that, you stuck by him through it all, and I know what a tough son of a bitch he can be.” Betty giggled

“Hey that’s my husband you’re talking about!” She smiled brightly.

“You’re decision not mine” the older man teased, spinning Betty around “anyway. I couldn’t ask for a better daughter in law, so thank you for saving both of us.” Betty wiped at her tears as F.P let his freely fall

“Are you making my wife cry on our wedding day?” The familiar timber of Jugheads voice caused them both to smile. F.p gently shoved Betty into his sons arms and took Alice by the hand

“We’re bonding.” He shrugged before moving to the center of the dance floor, Alice laughing the whole way.

“What was that all about Mrs.Jones?” Jughead asked slightly concerned at her tears.

Looking up at her husband, Betty smiled happily
“Nothing at all Mr. Jones.” He beamed as he dropped a kiss to her lips

“This way you two!”

Veronica called from beside them, she held her camera up and motioned for them to smile as she snapped the picture. Veronica took photos fro fashion magazines all over the world and as Betty’s bridesmaid she demanded she also be the Wedding photographer. Looking up at Jughead as he stared lovingly down at her, she ignored the bright flash of the camera and stared deep into her brand new husbands eyes.
****

“Oh no.” She stood in front of the mirror.

Jughead came running out of the bathroom
“Oh no what?!” He asked frantically, reaching for the bag by the bed.

“I look like a whale.” Betty said blandly, still staring at her reflection in the mirror “might as well call sea world, who needs a book launch, I’ll just start a new career as the first pregnant whale to speak English.” She pouted as she tugged on the skin tight black dress, pulling her nude heel over her foot.

Jughead bit his lip to keep from laughing, tonight was the launch of their very first book as co authors, it had gone over so well that they were already number five on the New York Times Best Seller List. Apparently the concept of a couple writing a book together did very well for sales and they were already sky rocketing, Us Weekly had actually written a two page spread on the “Small Town Star Crossed lovers.” Unfortunately Betty was six months Pregnant and all belly, she seemed to gain no weight anywhere else and as a first grade teacher she was used to flowy sundresses and flats. The stylist had picked out a tight dress and high heels, she looked absolutely amazing to Jughead but apparently the mirror said something else.

“You look beautiful. Too beautiful to even argue” he wrapped his hands around her waist and rubbed her baby belly.

“Really?” She wasn’t one to be vain but hey, pregnancy really does things to your self confidence.

“ absolutely.” He pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear and felt her shudder. Oh yes.

“Alright who’s ready for pictures!” Kevin came into the room and waved his tablet around. Oh did I mention? Kevin was the Jones family manager.

Jughead rolled his eyes and smiled goofily at Kevin as Betty stuck her tongue out

Kevin snapped the picture and in a dull, unamused voice exclaimed

“Charming”

Jughead smiled down at his wife and bent down to press a kiss to her tummy for good luck

“Ready mama?”

“You got it daddy.” She giggled.

****

“Ma! Come here!”

Betty came barreling down the stairs, her ten month old daughter , Lila, snuggled against her chest

“What’s the matter Cody?!” She looked him up and down for any damage

“Chill mom, I just wanted to know what this was.” The nine year old boy held up the dark blue album and handed it to her, gently taking Lila in his arms and pressing a kiss to her forehead. Betty smiled at the scene in front of her as she ruffled her sons dark waves.

“This is Mine and your dads, it’s our memories.” She opened the album and began flipping through the pages, pointing out pictures and telling the story that went along with each one, Cody was in hysterics and Lila had fallen back asleep.

“Dad really wore that beanie everyday?” He asked, wiping his eyes from laughter

“Yeah well you wear your burger boxers everyday to school.”

Both Betty and Cody turned around at the familiar voice, Jughead stood against the door frame, arms crossed and grinning.

“It’s different! Not everyone can see them! How did you even land mom! She was like… well.. no offense mom but you were a babe and dad… not so much!”

Jughead snorted
“Oh no offense mom? What about no offense dad?” He walked forward and started tickling his son who began laughing like crazy and grabbing at his dads hands, Lila woke up and stirred reaching her arms out for her older brother

“I’ll go feed her! Then I’m going to go play basketball with Jason Andrews, next door.” Cody gently grabbed his baby sister and led her to the kitchen.

Jughead plopped down beside his wife and draped an arm over her shoulders, staring down at the album

“How did I land you?” He asked, gently nuzzling her neck as she stretched.

“Right back at you Romeo.” She dropped her lips to his.

The Middle Seat

Dedicated to some of my favorite Sam/Harry Holland girls @lovelyimagines and @sam-a-holland !!! Headcanon from Harry’s insta story (✿◕‿◕✿)


Going back home was supposed to be something you looked forward to, seeing your friends and family, and eating home-cooked food. Except, you have had the best time in London for a study abroad opportunity for school. For the past two months, you had learned so much, met lovely people, and had the time of your life. The last thing you wanted to do was leave.

Now, you were sitting in the airport, scrolling on your phone, trying to live vicariously through your photos, already nostalgic, waiting for your plane to board. 

Once the minutes had too quickly passed by, you trudged reluctantly onto the plane, leaving behind the last of London. Scooting by people putting their luggage in the overhead compartment, you found your row printed from your ticket. 

The middle seat, are you kidding me? you thought, irritated. You sighed and sat down, getting your things situated, sticking your carry-on bag underneath the seat in front of you. 

“Tom’s a div,” you overheard someone say. “Getting first class and shit. Leaving us behind.” The voice grew louder as he approached you. 

“Oh, shit,” another voice said, even closer. “I’m supposed to be on the other side.” 

You sat upright after rummaging through your bag to find your sweatshirt and headphones. You looked at the two voices, who had continued to bicker, to find the two looking at you. 

“Oh, sorry,” you apologized. “Are you the, uh, seats next to me?”

The two boys looked at their boarding pass and at the row sign, in unison. They were both quite adorable. One was taller than the other, had brown shaggy hair, and a freckled face. The other wore a hat that showed his red hair through and a sharp jawline. You continued to scan their features, trying to deduce if they were friends or brothers. 

“Yeah, but it’s okay,” the brown haired one said with a smile. “I’ll go around. ‘S not a problem.”

The red haired one sat on your left, getting his bags adjusted: “I’m Harry, by the way. That’s my twin brother, Sam.” 

Twins, you thought with a subtle smile. Nice. 

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The time I was burned as an adulterous witch at a medieval banquet

A long and inarticulate story from my teen years. Content warning for like, pretend swords and pretend death and so much vicarious shame that your face involuntarily lemon-puckers. Also for my use of one hundred “like”s. 

One time, in high school, I attended this. Medieval banquet fair LARP thing? It was produced and hosted by a local… theater troupe? My hesitation is not because I’m unsure in my recollection, it’s that I’m not sure who these people actually were. I love them I just don’t understand them.

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//Okay, time for me to flee for family holiday stuffs! I should be back tomorrow at some point, once we get back from out of town and I crawl out of my inevitable foodcoma xD

I love you guys, have an amazing day my babes, whether you’re observing the eating of everything holiday or not. I’m thankful for you all <3

anonymous asked:

Robert, what was your reaction when you saw dadsona practicing his knife skills and recently found out he was once a mercenery?

Not gonna lie … it was kinda hot. I keep asking him what kind of horrors he’s done and seen, but he doesn’t wanna “subject me to that”. Whatever that means. I love adventure, okay? Let me live vicariously through your accomplishments!

- Robert Small

Dear Isak and Even, 

It is now 23:48 and I am wearing the same pyjamas I was wearing when I first discovered you. There are so many things I want to say to you. 

I’m sorry for making a million awkward memes out of your cute awkwardness, I am sorry for ditching my life to live vicariously through yours and I am sorry for that one time 50 times I screamed at you guys to kiss and love each other when you just weren’t ready to yet. 

I guess I just forgot that you were not real and that every single move you made was in a script written by our god, Julie.  

The truth is it doesn’t matter to me if you’re real or not. I am desperately attached to both of you and If I don’t see you soon I am going to emotionally combust. 

Love you, 

A Desperate Skam Zombie with no life.