what am i doing i am so confused

GENDER IS CONFUSING

SEXUALITY IS CONFUSING

FEELINGS ARE CONFUSING

EVERYTHING IS CONFUSING

  • What Percy said in BoO: Wait, what?
  • What Percy probably meant in BoO: Wait, what do you mean you used to like me? You hated me? You're confusing me? People don't like me. Especially not the ones that hate me..... the fuck?
  • What everyone thinks Percy meant: whAT DO YOU MEAN I AM NOT YOUR TYPE, I AM EVERYONES TYPE, LOOK AT ME, I'M AWESOME, I AM PERCY MOTHER-FUCKING JACKSON, YOU MUST LIKE ME, EVERYONE LIKES ME!?!?! I HATE YOU, I WILL NEVER LET THIS GO!!!!!! I AM EVERYONES TYPE!!!!!
Non-verbal forms of communication: pet version

I’ve seen a lot of posts about “littles non-verbal forms of communication” and I thought to myself… most pets are non-verbal, but a lot of people (mainly inexperienced owners) don’t know what to do with a pet that’s being non-verbal. So here is a quick post explaining some (not all) forms of non-verbal ways a pet (mostly canine) communicates and what it means.

SOUNDS:

  • murr/purr/low moan: “I am content and comfortable”
  • growl: “I am feeling threatened/scared”
  • yip/mew: “I want attention/I want to play”
  • whine: “Something is wrong”
  • snarl: “I am very angry/get away from me”
  • bark: “I want attention/I am ready for –”
  • questioning murr: “I am confused/I do not know what to do”
  • howl: “I want my presence to be known/I want my pack”
  • roar: “I am feeling – and cannot express my emotions properly”
  • baying: “I am in pursuit of my prey/toy”
  • whimper: “I do not like the situation I am in/how I am being spoken to”
  • fake sneeze: “I want your attention back”
  • snort: “I have an attitude”

ACTIONS:

  • headbutt: “I want attention/pet me/I’m giving you affection”
  • rolling on back/exposing belly: “I feel safe around you”
  • curled up: “I am feeling insecure/anxious”
  • pawing at: “I want attention”
  • sitting and staring at: “I want something”
  • lowering self to floor, butt up: “Let’s play”
  • playful stance: “I want to play”
  • lowering self, curled up slightly: “I feel threatened/get away from me”
  • teeth bared: “I feel threatened/I am angry”
  • flopping over: “I am content”
  • shaking off: “I am trying to relax/settle down”
  • curling up beside someone while touching them: “I want physical contact”
  • nudging under someone’s hand: “Pet me”
  • swatting at: “Don’t touch me/I don’t want –”

[ * This is just a quick post, these are not all of the sounds a non-verbal will make and this is not the case for every single pet; this is more of a rough guideline. ]

ok so since I don’t watch the trashdred anymore and barely anyone on my dash does either; i do not understand 0.4% of what’s going on there anymore. apparently space is back? and ships are dying? and people are talking to each other through medical tubes idk what’s going on anymore remember when this show was good (aka remember when t100 s2 aired and things were aaight) because i don’t 

when did the creators start snorting bath salts for breakfast when did that become a thing

when ur triggered and then u trigger urself MORE and then ur like “i know what will fix this” and then INTENTIONALLY trigger urself even further so that you totally dissociate and r confused and lost tbh

Meme War

Tony has created a chatroom.

Tony has invited Sam, Steve, Bucky, Wanda, Nat, Bruce, Peter, Thor, Vision and Scott.

Tony: Okay so, me and Bruce worked real hard on this one.

Nat: Bruce and I, just FYI.

Tony: We created a special program that should keep anyone out that we don’t want in.

Tony: So they shouldn’t be able to get in.

Tony: Oh fuck off.

Scott: Wait who can’t get in and why?

Bucky: So how sure are you they won’t be able to get in?

Thor: Sir Ant-Man, I believe they are discussing Lady Y/n and Sir Clinton.

Bruce: I am hundred percent positive they can’t get in.

Peter: Um guys, I am a little bit confused. What did they do?

Sam: Well Thank Goodness.

Steve: I had enough of that nonsense.

Tony: Nope, just me and my buddy Bruce.

Vision: Peter, I believe it’s called a meme war.

Wanda: My buddy Bruce and I.

Tony: Will you stop correcting my grammar?

Steve: Will you start making proper sentences?

Tony: Oh you too, Steve?

Scott: Seriously, so that’s why you blocked them out?

Scott: Party breakers.

Sam: Well Tic-Tac, you don’t see memes all around the tower.

Wanda: I wouldn’t mind seeing them, if they didn’t suck.

Peter: Well some of them were good.

Steve: On who’s side are you now Peter?

Tony: Hey leave the kid alone.

Peter: I am just saying.

Y/N has entered the chat.

Y/N has added Clint.

Bucky: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?

Vision: I am not fully sure how this happened.

Vision: My computer doesn’t acquire that kind of information.

Sam: YOU SAID THIS WOULDN’T HAPPEN?

Bruce: But how?

Nat: I will seriously kill you two imbecilic.

Nat has left the chat.

Bruce: There was a special password that they need to guess before entering, and it’s not that easy.

Clint: Oh you mean “Y/N and Clint aren’t allowed in this chat”?

Clint: Pretty easy to me.

Wanda: Typical Tony.

Wanda: Now you should create a program that’s not gonna allow Tony to leave the chat.

Steve: Seriously Tony?

Thor: Interesting thinking, Lady Wanda.

Scott: Yeah, let’s torture Iron Man.

Scott: Who’s with me??

Bruce: I swear to God, I’m going to strangle you.

Bruce: Without turning green.

Y/N:        

           

Tony: Alright there buddy, calm down.

Vision has left the chat.

Tony has been disconnected

Bruce has left the chat.

Wanda: Someone’s gonna get their ass beaten.

Clint: Hey Vision

Vision: Yes, Mr. Barton?

Clint: How’s your vision?

Clint: Because

Clint:

Vision has left the chat.

Thor: Humans.

Thor: I would rather be stuck whit my idiot brother Loki, than you two.

Thor has left the chat.

Peter: Huh, good one.

Steve: I don’t get it.

Sam: This is so stupid.

Bucky: Lame.

Peter: I mean, buu, it sucks.

Y/N:

Clint: Hell yeah, Y/N, hell yeah.

Peter has left the chat.

Y/N: Yaiks, think I got him too hard.

Y/N: Poor little baby.

Sam: Then go suck his dick for comfort.

Sam:

Clint: Shit Y/N

Y/N:

Bucky: Y/N can I film it when you kill him?

Wanda: I’ll hold your hair so you don’t mess it.

Sam:

Scott: I will bring popcorn

Steve: I’ll plan a funeral.

Clint: I’ll bring memes.

Bucky: Oh dude, you know you’re going down.

Wanda: Harder than titanic.

Bucky: But not the way you’d like to.

Sam:

Sam: 

Y/N:

Bucky: GO Y/N, GO Y/N.

Clint:

Scott: Look guys what I’ve found.

Scott:

Wanda: HAHAHAHAHAHA

Steve: What is this?

Bucky: This is life

Y/N: Yasss Scott.

Clint: Good one.

Steve: I don’t get it.

Sam: Hilarious.

Steve: You gusy suck.

Steve has left the chat.

Y/N: BUT TONY SWALLOWS.

Clint: HAHAHAHAH.

Wanda has left the chat.

Sam has left the chat

Scott has left the chat.

Bucky has left the chat.

Clint: what the heck?

Y/N: They think their cool.

Clint: Let’s do something

Y/N: what?

Clint: Okay meet me in the training room in 5.

Clint: I have something great planned out.

Y/N: Can’t wait.

Clint has left the chat.

Y/N:

Y/N: Just had too.

Y/N has left the chat.


I dont even know anymore.

7 Minutes In Heaven

Summary: You’re Tony’s daughter in this one (father!Tony), and he sets you and Peter up in the best way he can think of… 7 minutes in Heaven - well as many minutes it takes for you to start going out.

Words: 975

A/N: Hehe I’ve had this idea for ages and I know it’s not original but :D

Third Person:

“Tony, are you going to tell us why you’ve called a meeting?” Steve asked.

All the other Avengers, minus Y/N and Peter, turned to look at Tony expectantly.

“It’s regarding Y/N and Peter.” Tony started and he saw Wanda grin in quiet understanding. “Who finds it painful just watching them co-exist even though it is unbelievably obvious that they like each other in more than a friend way?”

He didn’t get a definitive answer from anyone but Tony could see them thinking. He knew that they had all seen it in training and on missions.

“And as Y/N’s father,” Tony continued, “I feel obliged to do something.”

“What do you propose we do?” Sam asked, cutting directly to the point.

Tony grinned. “Ever heard of ‘7 minutes in Heaven’?”

Steve looked confused. Wanda found it funny. Natasha was mildly horrified Tony would do that to them. Overall, Tony had got a mixed response.

“I don’t know what that is.” Steve said.

“He plans to put them in a closet or something for 7 minutes and expects that to sort out their problems.” Nat replied.

“I still don’t understand.”

“But I’m guessing you aren’t going to keep to 7 minutes?” Wanda suggested and turned to look at Tony.

“There it is.” Tony said, “We won’t let them out until they kiss or whatever or officially start dating.”

“How are we, oh I’m sorry - you, going to get them into the closet.” Nat said.

“They won’t just agree to get into a closet together.” Steve stated.

“As I said,” Tony looked round everyone, “I am Y/N’s father - she has to do what I tell her.”

Your P.O.V:

“Dad you aren’t being serious?” You said. You were facing your father, Tony Stark, with your arms folded.

“Yes I am being serious. Get in the closet.”

Naturally, you didn’t know where he was going with this but he was your father so you had to do what he said.

“You owe me one.” You stated before shooting one last confused look at him before climbing into the closet in your room. You had multiple ones and Tony had told you to get into the one that didn’t have many clothes in. At least that was the only thing that was logical.

“Not after this I won’t.” Tony closed the doors a bit but they weren’t fully closed.

“What?”

“Wait here.” He ordered.

“What the fuck…” You muttered under your breath when you heard him leave the room.

After a few minutes of you just sitting there trying to run through all of the possible outcomes of this you heard the bedroom door open again.

“I said shh.” You heard Tony say to someone.

You wanted to poke your head out of the closet and see what was going on but you had been told just to sit so you didn’t.

The doors opened and you saw Peter standing there with Tony behind him.

“Dad what the-?” You started but Tony lightly pushed Peter towards you. He had obviously briefed Peter like you because he just moved in next to you.

“Have fun.” Tony said with a smile and fully closed the doors, putting you two into darkness.

You tried the doors but either there was something up against them now or a lock because they wouldn’t budge.

Peter still hadn’t said anything but had sat down like you, and was facing you.

“I’m pretty sure this is the embodiment of bad parenting.” You joked, still trying to work out what the hell was happening.

Peter still hadn’t said anything. You looked back to him.

“Don’t tell me you know what’s going on here?” You said.

“If I tell you, you won’t like it.” Peter said.

“Peter, we’re friends you can tell me anything.” You said now getting slightly exasperated at your Dad.

“Um…” Peter said before continuing, “Mr Stark isn’t going to let us out until we um…”

“Yes?” You asked.

“'Kiss or something’” Peter recalled what Tony had said.

Suddenly, you started to feel really awkward and you could tell your cheeks had instantly gone red.

“My dad is an asshole.” You muttered.

“But we could um…”  Peter stopped again.

“Could what?” You said not really knowing what you were saying. Even though your dad was an asshole you couldn’t really hate him for this now knowing what it was.

“We could… kiss.” Peter said quieter.

You bit your lip to supress a smile.

“Oh really?” You said smirking even though you didn’t know if Peter could see you in the darkness or not.

“I mean we don’t have to…”

“Can’t take it back now.” You laughed and you moved to lean across him so your face was inches away from his.

“Well go on then.” You teased.

Peter paused for a moment but then tilted his head slightly to kiss you firmly on the lips.

You smiled into the kiss, happy that you were finally doing this. And about the fact that Peter clearly liked you back like you liked him.

“Mission complete.” You heard your dad say over an intercom. Then you heard Sam laugh and Nat say something about how 'it could probably have been done better’ and Tony arguing that 'it happened so that’s all that matters’.

You groaned and moved slightly away from Peter.

“We should have done that earlier.” You said.

“I think we should have.” Peter confirmed.

Even though it worked out well, that was the last time your Dad was getting involved in your love life.

Reggie Mantle x Reader Locker-room Confessions


Request:
Could you maybe do a Reggie x reader where the reader is Jughead’s sister and she’s getting bullied by Chuck and Moose and he catches her crying in the locker room looking for Archie and comforts her and tells her nice stuff and compliments her and just fluff and cuteness.

A/N: This was my first request so I enjoyed it plenty, I hope you love it or least like it! It takes a while to get to the Reggie x Reader only because I wanted it to have a good storyline. 

Words: 1511

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Summary: Reader is Jughead’s sister and gets bullied and Reggie comes to the rescue. 

Spoilers: There may or may not be a kiss.

Warnings: Like three swear words.


Being Jughead’s sister was not easy at Riverdale High. Everyone questioned you for the small similarities and differences that you had with each other. You hung out mostly with Jughead’s friends since you grew up with them as well.  You were only a year apart in age, but not by grade level. Some even questioned you both if you were twins and Jug became tired of it, so he would claim you were fraternal twins. The high school caste system was not really in favor of you and your brother. You’re brother Jughead had it worse with The Goonies as he called them. He was “freak” to them because he was different than the testosterone filled, brainless guys at your school. Jug was the brooding writer, keeping to himself. You however would dress like him plenty of times, but you liked to try different styles and colors. You were usually the one they’d catch smiling more often. You just tried your best enjoy the hell hole that high school was especially in a small town.

During the weekend you had a sleepover with Veronica and Betty at Veronica’s house. You were mesmerized by the aesthetic of Veronica’s. There was something about big homes that you thoroughly enjoyed, since your family had a small house. You didn’t complain though, you were just happy your family was back together and your dad was getting his act together.

You were thankful for these friends that made Riverdale suck a little less. You had fun with them, as they helped you escape from life for a while when you hung out with them. Veronica was new, but it felt like you had known her all your life. It was now Sunday morning and you all had just eaten breakfast.

“Here you go” Veronica spoke up while you were hanging out in her room.

“What’s this?” You questioned her as you opened the gift bag and took a box out with the most mesmerizing sneaker wedges you had wanted when you guys went window shopping a week before.

Your eyes dilated, and a small smile was forming on your face until you looked up and spoke up “I- I- I can’t take these Ron.”

“Now why not? Those would look great on you with that crop top you bought, but never wore” Veronica declared.

“You would look amazing, (Y/N)” Betty budded in with a smile on her face.

“I just, you guys can’t keep buying me stuff, my parents, and I am not going to be your charity case” you declared with a sad look in your face.

“Oh c’mon you are not my charity case (Y/N/N), I simply bought the wrong size shoe and can’t return them” She retorted.

“Yeah, I was there they would not let her return them” Betty innocently added on the lie.

“You can’t return them?” You questioned Ron with hopeful eyes.

“Nope and now that I look at them they’re not really my style and I don’t want to see them go to waste” Veronica added on with a smirk on her face.

You thanked her, and promised to wear them on Monday, with some ripped skinny jeans and the crop top as you left her house to work your shift at Pops.

Monday came and you hesitated on the outfit, but you put it on anyway since you weren’t going to let down Ronnie, and weren’t going to let your money go to waste by never wearing the crop top.

You took a quick glance in the mirror and smiled confidently and walked out of your home to get to school.

As you arrived, you felt all eyes on you and it made you slightly uncomfortable until you caught a glimpse of Ronnie and Betty and walked towards them.
“Hey” you said shyly to the blonde and brunette.

They turned to look at you and you heard gasps coming out of their mouth with a wide eyes plastered on their faces.

“My god! (Y/N) you are gorgeous” Betty declared.

“The phoenix rises! (Y/N) you look hot!” Ronnie added on and you couldn’t help but cover your face and giggle as Kevin approached you three by the lockers.

He did a double take not believing it was you until he added to the compliments “Smokin’ (Y/N), if I weren’t gay you’d be on my list” as you all laughed at his words.

You all departed to your classes and plenty of people complimented you on your outfit.

It was the end of the day and you were at your locker, when The Goonies approached you in the empty hallway.

You just gave a huff closing your locker thinking you just might get catcalled, surprised though that Reggie was not with them. You remembered you actually hadn’t seen Reggie with them for a couple of days now.

The Goonies were surrounding you, you couldn’t escape them, and they trapped you against your locker.

Moose spoke up “Look at the ugly duckling thinking she is turning into a goose.”

“Yeah Goose” The other jocks repeated.

“Don’t you mean swan?” You retorted sarcastically.

“Whatever, besides you’d never be a swan” Moose scowled at you “I just wanted you to know that not even like that, no one will even look your way”

“I don’t know” Chuck added on “You’d be a good, onetime thing, don’t you think she’d like maple syrup?”  He spoke to the guys and he creepily caressed your cheek as you swapped his hand off your cheek.

“What do you think freak? Would you like a bit of Chuck in your life” he whispered in your ear.

“You’d really consider this piece of trash?” Moose spoke up

“The thing about trash is, you use it, and then when you’re done with it you throw it away” Chuck gave you a smirk as he turned to collect high fives from the guys and you took it as a chance to flee and go looking for Archie in the locker room to ask him to take you home, or ask him where Jughead was.

As you fled from The Goonies, you heard the collective laughter from the venom filled mouths as you tried to hold in your tears.

You arrived at the locker room and much to your dismay it was empty. You started hearing the rain from the outside and realized they probably cancelled practice.

You sat down in one of the benches and started sobbing, until you felt someone sit next you so you stopped and turned your attention to see who it was. 

“I am so sorry about those jerks” Reggie spoke up as he rubbed his thumbs up to cheeks to rid of the tears “They never did learn how to treat a lady” Reggie added.

“What are you doing?” You questioned him, confused as to why he was being so nice to you when he was the one that bullied your brother.

“I- I am” He stuttered as he grabbed you by the hand, not knowing what to say.

“Wow a speechless Reggie that’s new” you chuckled.

“I’m just really sorry about those assholes, I’ll take care of them though” He smiled at you.

“How?” You asked him.

“Well I am captain of the football team (Y/N)” He stated.

“Why would you help me though? They bullied me, and you bully my brother with them” You spoke up “What’s the difference?” you added on.

“(Y/N) I am really sorry about that, I regret ever being rude to Jughead, I really am” He said with disappointed look on his face.

“Why were you rude to Jug? Does this mean you are going to leave him alone? I noticed you haven’t been hanging out with the guys for a while now” You rambled on, not knowing how to react this soft side of Reggie.

“Um” he mumbled while scratching his head “I kind of have a crush on you” He spoke softly with a small smile on his face.

“What?” You gulped as he caught you by surprise.

“I promise to apologize to Jughead,  I know I was stupid for going down that route” He paused and spoke again “I’ll apologize, I swear, wo- woul- would you go out on a date with me? Please?” He proclaimed with a sparkle in his eyes.

“Only if you apologize to Jug” You smiled at him, surprised to seeing this vulnerable side to Reggie made him so much more handsome.

“Deal, Thank you, I will, I’ll also take care of the idiots who bullied you” Reggie proclaimed as he pulled you in for a hug.

As you two pulled away you started missing his tight hug until Reggie grabbed you by the chin and planted his lips on yours.

Your stomach was filled with butterflies and your lips were in sync with his.

“(Y/N) where are you? Moms going crazy, it is raining and you’re not answering your- uh- phone” Jughead interrupted your kiss with wide eyes and wide mouth plastered on his face and you couldn’t help but smile.

Tags: @sgarrett49

“So what are you?”

The question which plagued my childhood in suburban Kansas; the ponderance of which led me towards years of agonizing identity searching; the answer to which I still hesitate to deliver.

“So what are you?”

It is an innocent question; one I know I am not alone in hearing the echoes of. But what do I say? “I’m mixed” is the short answer, but it always leads to the question of “With what” so do I say “My mom is white and my dad is brown” but brown isn’t usually specific enough so do I say “my mom is white and my dad’s Pakistani” but that doesn’t flow right because white is a race and Pakistani is a nationality so do I say “my mom’s American and my dad’s Pakistani” but that isn’t true because my dad was born in Canada and he’s lived here his whole life and American sure as hell doesn’t mean white I mean my dad IS American so do I say “My mom’s a white American and my Dad’s Pakistani American” but that just sounds like I’m trying too hard so that’s out of the question and so do I just drop it and leave it at “none of your business” but that’s rude and it’s really such a simple question so what in the hell do I freaking say?

“So what are you?”

It’s a good question, really… why don’t you tell me? I am the alienation that I feel when my mom’s family talks about how dangerous those Muslim immigrants are over dinner and I am the strange sinking feeling in my stomach which occurs when my cousins tell me that whatever I’ve just done is haraam. I am the frustration which clouds me when people around me doubt that I am what the hell I say I am. I am the product of the millisecond long stares of confusion people give me when I tell them the pale as china blonde lady I’m with is my mother and the looks of disgust I get when I, the young, doll eyed light skinned girl, go out to dinner late at night with a big burly middle aged brown man, aka my father. I am the three and a half years it took me to decide what to call the pigmentation of my skin.

I am the sadness which clouds me when one of my Aunties asserts how lucky I am to be so fair skinned. I am the anger I feel each and every time I think about the people who called my full and plump Desi lips fat as a kid and now use copious amounts of lip liner to accentuate their tiny mouths on Snapchat. I am the hours of hoping and praying during and after shootings that it wasn’t a Muslim. I am the incredible lengths I go to, the precise and complex knowledge I feel I must have of my roots in order to truly claim my heritage. I am neither and I am both and I hate it.

“So what are you?”

I can’t stand here and tell you that it is all bad. That would be I lie, for I am also the cool, smooth feeling of the bronze crucifix which sits on one side of my bedroom wall and the sentiment of the words “Allah most merciful” written in beautiful Arabic script on the other. I am my large French hazel eyes and my thick and wavy South Asian hair, my favorite of my features.

I am the pride I feel as I trace my thumb over the intricate embroidery on one of my anarkalis and the anticipation I feel for Christmas as I help line my grandmother’s fireplace with garland. I am the rhythmic clanking of my bangles as I dance to bhangra music at a cousin’s wedding and the clicking of tongues by a sizzling grill as my grandpa flips our burgers during a Sunday night barbeque. I am the flavorful and savory taste of pulao my father makes and the creamy texture of mashed potatoes on Thanksgiving. I am the Maybelline mascara I coat my eyelashes with and the kajal I used to line the edges of my eyes. I am the flavorant meeting of two cultures melting in an incredible country in which such a thing is even possible.

“So what are you?”

God, but what am I thinking? I’m Jackie. I am the impending messiness that is my bedroom. I am my inability to fall the hell asleep before eleven o’clock at night. I am my love for all things fashion and glamour. I am my obnoxiously large collection of makeup. I am my hideous shedding of tears each and every time Spock dies in the Wrath of Khan.

I am my intense love for horror movies and my struggle to move in the dark for two days after watching them. I am my passion for music and Michael J. Fox and Kanye West and my unrequited love for Zayn Malik. I am my collection of records and of 32 scarves which I never wear, my brown riding boots, my belting of Christmas carols in the middle of July, my irrational hatred of algebra, my inability to sleep without my phone being on its charger, the Toll House cookie dough I eat straight from the bag and the four Beatles posters I have hanging in my room.

I am the scent of Aussie conditioner and my clumsy, spacy nature; my obsession with the Kennedys, my adamant love for Diet Dr Pepper, losing myself in my daydreams, my extreme extroversion and procrastination of literally everything, my weakness for Reese’s peanut butter cups, my A to Z knowledge about Mick Jagger, my ever changing mind. I am my dreams and I am my fears and and I am my tenacity and I am my mistakes and my courage and my insecurities and my abilities and my hope … I am so much and yet I am so little. I am me. I am unapologetically and beautifully me.

“So what are you?”

I am Jacqueline Renee and I am what I am and no answer that I give you to this question will make what I am any different.

Could you do (separately if you want) a Monsta-x , Got7 and BTS reaction about you (their girlfriend) jealously asking them who's Kim Chi (Kimchi) because they love it? Thanks again! (She thinks Kimchi is a person!)

Monsta X:

Shownu:

*confused af* wha? …what do you mean I can’t see kimchi anymore? It’s literally everywhere in Korea and very delicious…wait..do you…do you think that kimchi is a woman?

Originally posted by madtwn

Hyungwon:

Never have I ever cheated on you…with anyone…or any food 

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

Minhyuk:

OMG YOU THINK IM CHEATING ON YOU WITH KIMCHI?!?!?! LOL UR SO CUTE!

Originally posted by gifsmonstax

Kihyun:

I-…..I do not know what your issue is? I am just hungry?

Originally posted by kookihyunnie

I.M:

Why are you yelling at me?!?!?!?! DO YOU WANT ME TO SHARE?

Originally posted by kaimikachan

Jooheon:

Ok…but I’ll share! *gets smacked* WHAT IT’S JUST FOOD! WE’VE DONE IT BEFORE!?

Originally posted by kihqun

Wonho:

Ok…but let’s talk about this…You’re telling me…that you are…that you are jealous of some food? Would you rather I eat you?

Originally posted by kihqun


GOT7:

Youngjae:

Baby why are you crying? Do you want some? Kimchi is super popular here so you should try it!

Originally posted by mjbm

Bambam:

BRUH YOU THOUGHT IT WAS A PERSON TOO?!?! I ain’t even mad at you boo

Originally posted by j-miki

Mark:

jAGI PLS! I WONT EVER EAT KIMCHI AGAIN IM SORRY PLS

Originally posted by marktuon

Jinyoung:

*In his mind* bitch where?

Originally posted by younglordswerve

Yugyeom:

*confused and worried* Why are you looking through my messages searching for kimchi? It is in the fridge in the kitchen

Originally posted by merry7

JB:

….

Originally posted by idontgiveasuga

Jackson:

…If it weren’t so cute…I would be mad….

Originally posted by got7-garbage


BTS:

Jin:

Ok…but no? It is food…I like food… I love you but I am hungry so…

Originally posted by jungkookiescookies

Yoongi:

….I am so confused. Here eat some kimchi and quit calling me a stupid lying boob. 

Originally posted by yoongijae

J-Hope:

Uhm? What do you mean I am cheating on you with Korea’s delicacy?

Originally posted by hobioppa

Namjoon:

ok but here is where you are wrong.. *tells the entire history of kimchi*

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Taehyung:

I-…..Ok I am sorry but….Wha?

Originally posted by jeonthegreat

Jimin:

Baby…Are you jealous of a food dish?

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jungkook:

*jungshook*

Originally posted by baekon-stripss

My favorite things about Luke and Vader fics

 (the nice ones, not the Dark!Luke ones, I like those, too, though):

-Vader being a protective (even to a possessive level) Sith parent
-the Imperial medics being nice with Luke/ liking him
-people closer to Luke and Vader talking about how Luke haves an impact on Vader, saying he might change the empire/ the galaxy one day/ placing their hopes in Luke
-generally some Imperials (captains, medics) being very nice people
-Luke pouting and Vader having no idea how to parent
-“son”
-people trying to kill Luke and suddenly finding themselves wrapped up in the wrath of an angry Sith
-people crawling through ventilation shafts (I swear it happens on a regular base!)
-Luke and Vader describing each other´s Force presence
-Piett suffering (I love Piett, how could you NOT)
-Piett and Luke interactions in generell
-Luke and Vader FLYING
-Luke making hopeless escape attempts
-people being afraid of stopping determined Luke cause he´s Vader son and he CAN`T BE HARMED
-people in need of finding Luke cause he´s Vader´s son and he CAN`T BE HARMED
-Piett (and the other guys) not knowing what to think about Luke when he hasn´t been introduced as Vader´s son yet– who is this guy?? Why is Vader so obsessed with him? How can he be so rude to Lord Vader??? How is he still alive????? Is he a guest?? A prisoner? A personal imperial agent of Vader´s?? A rebel?
-Luke being totally smug about it
-Luke using his Force abilities in front of the others and for a moment they loose it
-Vader trusting Piett enough to look after his son
-Piett is of course confused but listens to his orders, as usual
-Luke accidentially revealing his identity and shocking/traumatizing (preferably Piett) the other person in the process
-Vader trying to comfort Luke
-upset Vader
-Vader aka “I am a terrifying and horrible Lord of the Sith, I am death, I am– Luke, wait, what are you doing? Luke, are you okay? Luke, can I do something for you??
-Luke being unpleased with Vader being on the verge of murdering someone and Vader nearly immediately backs off
-Luke wondering about his already-prepared quarters-  "and how is it that these clothes are so perfectly fitting?” sudden mental image of Vader sending spies to the Rebellion only in order to find out his clothes´ size
-ANGST AND PAIN
-the two idiots who talk badly about Vader and suddenly realize that Luke is in the room
-Luke ending up injured in the medbay at some point and Vader hovering and pacing nervously
-“He´s hating me now, doesn´t he? I´m sure he…” “Daad, I don´t hate you.”
-star destroyers being star destroyers. I love them. Especially the Excecutor
-Luke making friends and them being terrified of Vader
-Luke being all “gotta be careful, make sure father doesn´t notice what I´m up to…” “SON WHAT ARE YOU DOING”
-Luke throwing tantrums (and everyone wondering how he is STILL ALIVE)
-at the beginning, when Luke has been caught and one officer is totally gleeful like “You will wish you´d have died rather than being handed to Vader. He will torture and break…” and Luke being smug like “Nope, absolutely not, you have NO idea”

(this is my first masterpost sorry if it’s bad) A bullet journal has a lot of uses. A planner, homework reminders, to-do lists- but understandably, some pages could use a little of inspiration. And what better inspiration than from artists? Even without a bullet journal, quotes can be a great thing to decorate journals, your room, etcetera. So, I’ve compiled a list of quotes (some aren’t very motivational) by some of your favorite artists!

VINCENT VAN GOGH

“I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.”

“What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?”

“Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.”

“I wish they would only take me as I am.”

“In spite of everything I shall rise again; I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing.”

“I see drawings and pictures in the poorest of huts and the dirtiest of corners.”

“One must work and dare if one really wants to live.”

“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.“

“I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.”

“Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.“

“If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.”

“I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.”

PABLO PICASSO

“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.“

“Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.”

“Everything you can imagine is real.“

“Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.”

“Action is the foundational key to all success.“

"It takes a long time to become young.”

“Youth has no age.”

“Art is the elimination of the unnecessary.”

“Sculpture is the art of the intelligence.”

“Are we to paint what’s on the face, what’s inside the face, or what’s behind it?”

“Give me a museum and I’ll fill it.”

“To copy others is necessary, but to copy oneself is pathetic.”

SALVADOR DALI

“Have no fear of perfection - you’ll never reach it.“

"Drawing is the honesty of the art. There is no possibility of cheating. It is either good or bad.”

“Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing.”

“Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.”

“There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.”

“What is important is to spread confusion, not eliminate it.”

“I am not strange. I am just not normal.”

“It is not necessary for the public to know whether I am joking or whether I am serious, just as it is not necessary for me to know it myself.”

“Everything alters me, but nothing changes me.”

“So little of what could happen does happen.”

“Give me two hours a day of activity, and I’ll take the other twenty-two in dreams.”

“The secret of my influence has always been that it remained secret.”

JACKSON POLLOCK

“The painting has a life of its own. I try to let it come through.”

“Painting is self-discovery. Every good artist paints what he is.”

“My painting does not come from the easel.”

“When I am in my painting, I’m not aware of what I’m doing.”

“Love is friendship set to music.”

“The painter locks himself out of his own studio. And then has to break in like a thief.”

“The modern artist is working with space and time, and expressing his feelings rather than illustrating.”

“Energy and motion made visible- memories arrested in space.”

“Abstract painting is abstract. It confronts you. There was a reviewer a while back who wrote my pictures didn’t have any beginning or any end. He didn’t mean it as a compliment, but it was.”

“I’m very representational some of the time, and a little all of the time. But when you’re painting out of your unconscious, figures are bound to emerge.”

“Abstract art should be enjoyed just as music is enjoyed- ater awhile you may like it or you may not.”

“Each age finds its own technique… I mean, the strangeness will wear off and I think we will discover the deeper meanings in modern art.“

CLAUDE MONET

“I must have flowers always and always.”

“Color is my daylong obsession, joy and torment.“

“Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.”

“My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece.“

“I would like to paint the way a bird sings.”

“The more I live, the more I regret how little I know.“

“I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.”

“I can only draw what I see.“

“What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence.”

“The richness I achieve comes from nature, the source of my inspiration.“

“I don’t think I’m made for any earthly kind of pleasure.”

“The light constantly changes, and that alters the atmosphere and beauty of things every minute.“

GEORGIA O’KEEFFE

“Nobody sees a flower- really- it is so small it takes time- we haven’t time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.”

“If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for a moment.”

“I wish people were all trees and I think I could enjoy them then.”

“To create one’s world in any of the arts takes courage.”

“I decided to accept as true my own thinking.”

“You are one of my nicest thoughts.”

“It’s not enough to be nice in life. You’ve got to have nerve.”

“I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way… things I had no words for.”

“I think it’s so foolish for people to want to be happy. Happy is so momentary–you’re happy for an instant and then you start thinking again. Interest is the most important thing in life; happiness is temporary, but interest is continuous.”

“Where I was born and where and how I have lived is unimportant. It is what I have done with where I have been that should be of interest.”

“I can’t live where I want to, I can’t go where I want to go, I can’t do what I want to, I can’t even say what I want to. I decided I was a very stupid fool not to at least paint as I wanted to.”

“I’m frightened all the time. But I never let it stop me. Never!”

LEONARDO DA VINCI

“Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.”

“As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.”

“Art is never finished, only abandoned.”

“Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake?”

“Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.”

“Nothing strengthens authority so much as silence.”

“The noblest pleasure is the joy of understanding.”

“Learning never exhausts the mind.”

“While I thought I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.”

“Study without desire spoils the memory, and it retains nothing that it takes in.”

“I love those who can smile in trouble…”

“It is easier to resist at the beginning than at the end.”

FRIDA KAHLO

“I don’t paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality.”

“I paint flowers so they will not die.”

“I paint myself because I am so often alone and because the subject I know best.”

“I think that little by little I’ll be able to solve my problems and survive.”

“Nothing is absolute.”

“Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.”

“My painting carries with it the message of pain.”

“There is nothing more precious than laughter.”

“Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?”

“I paint flowers so they will not die.”

“The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.”

“I am my own muse, I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to know better.”

HENRI MATISSE

“There are always flowers for those who want to see them.”

“I don’t paint things. I only paint the difference between things.”

“Don’t wait for inspiration. It comes while one is working.”

“Creativity takes courage.”

“An artist must not feel under any constraint.”

“We ought to view ourselves with the same curiosity and openness with which we study a tree, the sky or a thought, because we too are linked to the entire universe.”

“A certain blue enters your soul. A certain red has an effect on your blood-pressure.”

“Art should be something like a good armchair in which to rest from physical fatigue.”

“To look at something as though we had never seen it before requires great courage.”

“Impressionism is the newspaper of the soul.”

“In love, the one who runs away is the winner.”

“Cutting into color reminds me of the sculptor’s direct carving.”

MICHELANGELO

“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.”

“If people knew how hard I had to work to gain my mastery, it would not seem so wonderful at all.”

“Lord, grant that I may always desire more than I can accomplish.”

“The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark.”

“Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.”

“Genius is eternal patience.”

“The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.”

“A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.”

“Trifles make perfection, and perfection is no trifle.”

“Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.”

“There is no greater harm than that of time wasted.”

“I am still learning.”

anonymous asked:

"I need you, though." Chlonette or Maribee? If you can! Love your fics btw they just keep getting better!

Ok… I had an idea… and I ran with it… and… yeah…. that escalated quickly.

most of this will be under a read more because its about 3k words long… 

(Also some mention of unrequited Chloe/Adrien and Adrienette) Hope you like it.


“You’re probably wondering what I am doing here.” 

“Yeah!” Marinette said, clutching her covers to her chest as she tried to process the sight of the super heroine sitting cross legged on the edge of her bed. “How did you even-” 

“I came in through your skylight,” Queen bee said cutting off the question with a wave of her hand, “Chat mentioned a while back that you usually keep it unlocked and I needed to talk to you.” 

“I am going to kill that stupid cat,” she muttered under her breath. 

“What?” 

“Nothing,” Marinette said quickly. “So, what are you doing here?”  

“Well you see, the thing is… wait are you naked under there?” Bee gasped, her eyes going wide and her face flushing an obvious red even in the semi-darkness.

“No! Why would you say that?!” Marinette shot back, her own face coloring. 

“Well you are doing the whole, blanket clutchy thing!” 

“Because a stranger has shown up out of nowhere in my bedroom in the middle of the night and I am in my pajamas!” 

“But I’m not a stranger I am a superhero. And I know that Chat visits you.”

“He doesn’t come in when I am sleeping!” 

“Oh. I guess you have a point there,” Bee said looking thoughtful. “Anyways I need your help.” 

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She's Not You [j.j.]

Jughead x reader in which she acts completely normal.

~~~

(Y/N) (L/N) liked Jughead Jones. That was a fact.

Jughead Jones liked Betty Cooper. That was also a fact.

Another (very) known fact was that Betty Cooper liked Archie Andrews, yet Archie liked Valerie Brown.

It was a huge mess and there was no way to fix it.

~~~

“Are you ever going to tell him you like him?”

(Y/N) looked up from her book to see Kevin Keller and Veronica Lodge slide into the booth she was sitting in. “No.”

“But why?” complained Veronica. She was the biggest (Y/N)/Jughead shipper there was.

“Because he likes Betty,” (Y/N) replied smoothly. “I’m not gonna waste my time.”

“Oh c’mon,” Kevin exclaimed. “That boy is taken with you, he just hasn’t realized it yet.”

“And he probably never will. I’m completely happy just being friends with him Keller, I’m not going to jeopardize that friendship because of my feelings.”

“Whatever (Y/N),” Veronica scoffed. “But he’s going to find out sooner or later.”

The trio of friends turned to the door when they heard the jingling of a bell, alerting the patrons in Pop’s that someone had entered. Jughead looked around the diner, his eyes settling on the (H/C) girl and making his way over.

“Hey guys,” he greeted. “What are we talking about?”

“Oh nothing,” Veronica said.

“Yeah, we were just leaving,” Kevin added as they both got up from their seats.  “Remember what we talked about (Y/N/N)!”

You simply nodded as you waved at them, too engrossed in your book to notice the looks they exchanged with each other.

“So, what were you talking about?” Jughead asked as he sat next to you.

(Y/N) looked up at him and gave him a smile, “Don’t worry about it.”

~~~

Jughead couldn’t help but worry. He was too curious for his own good, everybody knew that. He wanted to know what his best friend had been talking about with Veronica and Kevin before he had arrived, but she wasn’t telling.

He followed her around for the whole week, bugging and begging her to tell him. She’d always laugh and give him a ridiculous response.

“We were talking about how my cat got diabetes.”

“Veronica was telling me that Reggie is actually very gay for Chuck.”

“Kevin and Veronica were trying to convince me to go skinny dipping in the river with them.”

Jughead was pretty tired of her excuses.

~~~

Later that week, Jughead had managed to corner Veronica in the hallway and was pestering her trying to figure out the topic of the conversation Pop’s.

“Fine!” Veronica cried out in exasperation. Noticing that (Y/N) was rounding the corner and approaching them, the Lodge girl quickly came up with a plan. Pushing Jughead into an empty classroom next to them, she motioned for him to stay put. Curious, Jughead decided to listen to her and watched as (Y/N) was stopped by Veronica.

“So (Y/N), I assume you’re on your way to meet Jughead at Pop’s?” Veronica had a sly smile on her face.

“Of course not,” (Y/N) replied. “Why follow my daily schedule when I can be spontaneous.”

Noticing the heavy sarcasm in her tone, Veronica gave her an irritated look. “Well little Miss Sarcasm, sorry for asking.”

The (H/C) haired girl flashed a smile at Veronica, “Where else would I be going Ronnie?”

Jughead smiled at his best friends words. It was indeed a daily ritual to sit at Pop’s until closing time every day, just enjoying each others company as they drank some milkshakes.

“So have you thought about what we told you?”

Jughead was snapped out of his thoughts by Veronica’s question. ‘What is she talking about?’ he though to himself.

“Yeah, I have actually,” he heard (Y/N) reply. “I’m not doing it.”

“You have to,” Veronica said.

“No Ronnie, I am not telling my best friend that I like him!”

Jughead felt his breathing stop. (Y/N) liked him? His (Y/N)? He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice (Y/N) and Veronica walking away. He quickly gathered his thoughts and rushed off to Pop’s, determined to get some answers from his best friend.

~~~
“You’re late,” (Y/N) said, not looking up from her book as Jughead approached her booth.

“Yeah, I got caught up with some stuff for the Blue & Gold. Betty needed my help,” Jughead mentally cursed himself for his shitty excuse. (Y/N) simply looked up at him over her book, raising an eyebrow at him, before going back to her story.

Jughead didn’t know what to do. He wanted to ask her about what she had said to Veronica back at school but he couldn’t seem to find the words to speak.

“You alright there Juggie?” (Y/N) asked. “You seem very conflicted.”

“Do you like me?” Jughead blurted out. He mentally face palmed. ‘Way to be subtle’ he mentally reprimanded himself.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened briefly before going back to her book. “Dammit Ronnie,” she muttered under her breath.

“So it’s true?” Jughead asked nervously.

“Yeah,” (Y/N) replied nonchalantly, still reading.

“I’m sorry (Y/N). I really am, but I like Betty,” Jughead’s voice almost trailed off at the end as he braced himself for her reaction. He didn’t know what she’d do. He was expecting anger, sadness, a melancholic response. He got none of those.

“Ok,” the girl simply replied. Jughead’s head shot up.

“I’m sorry (Y/N/N), I truly am.”

(Y/N) finally looked up at him, setting her book down after she marked her page.

“Why?” she questioned. Jughead looked at her in confusion.

“Why are you sorry Juggie?” she said. “I knew you liked Betty. That’s why I didn’t say anything”

“Yeah but, it’s just that you like me, and I uh- I feel really bad and uh…” Jughead stumbled over his words, not knowing how to reply.

His best friend leaned back in her seat and chuckled. “Juggie. You have no reason to be sorry. We can’t control our feelings. I like you, you like Betty, that’s the way it is. We can’t change it.”

“Yeah, but I feel kind of shitty,” Jughead breathed.

“Don’t,” his best friend replied. “Just because you don’t like me back doesn’t mean we’re not friends Jug. You’re my best friend, and our friendship is more important than some stupid feelings.”

And with those words, Jughead felt reassured as they ordered their milkshakes, drinking the night away, knowing that their friendship wasn’t ruined.

~~~

“You have to come along guys!” Veronica exclaimed. “Last time it was only me, Josie, Kevin, and Reggie but we all need a stress reliever.”

It was a Friday, and Veronica was trying to get her friends to go clubbing with her. Reluctantly, and with a lot of encouragement, they all agreed. Even Jughead.

It was eight at night when they all stepped into the club. Veronica, fearless and confident, dragged Josie and Kevin off to dance,with Archie tagging along. (Y/N) chose to sit down for awhile and Jughead and Betty joined her. (Y/N) felt really out of place as Betty and Jughead struck up a conversation and she decided to wander around. Just as she got up, she bumped into Reggie (who she had forgotten was there to be honest) and stumbled. She felt hands wrap around her waist as she put her hands out to steady herself.

“Whoa there,” Reggie said, smirking. “Don’t go falling for me (Y/N)”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but groan and chuckle at his lame pick-up line. Her and Reggie had once been friends, best friends actually, up until high school. He had instantly become popular and she hadn’t. They had simply grown apart.

“I had honestly forgotten you had come,” the girl stated.

“You wound me (Y/N/N),” Reggie smiled, placing a hand upon his heart. “And here I was thinking that you loved me.”

“Yea yea, long time no see huh?” the girl replied.

“Yeah,” Reggie muttered awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I miss our friendship and I’m honestly sorry that we stopped talking.”

“Buy me a milkshake and you’ll be forgiven,” (Y/N) told him.

“Deal,” Reggie said. “Let’s go.”

“What? Now?”

“Yea, we have a lot of catching up to do.”

~~~

“Jug, why is (Y/N) leaving with Reggie?” Betty questioned.

Snapping his head to look for his best friend, Jughead immediately stood up and walked over to the pair that was making their way out of the club.

“(Y/N/N)!” Jughead called out. The pair stopped and turned around. “Where are you going?”

“Oh, Reggie here is gonna buy me milkshakes,” (Y/N) answered happily.

“Uh, I believe I said one  milkshake,” Reggie said in a teasing tone, bumping his shoulder against the girl’s.

“Uh, I believe I never said how many milkshakes you owe me,” (Y/N) shot back in an equally teasing tone. Jughead looked back and forth between them, an uneasy feeling creeping up on him.

“Yeah, okay,” he mumbled. “See you around I guess.”

(Y/N) frowned slightly at his response before being pulled away by Reggie, the smile reappearing on her face. Jughead made his way back to Betty.

~~~

“…and then we also have to start working on next week’s spread,” Betty said as Jughead glanced at the club’s entrance.

“And I also kissed Veronica at cheer tryouts,” Betty said, trying to get Jughead’s attention.

“Uh huh,” Jughead replied absentmindedly, still looking at the entrance.

“And I also found a unicorn and named it Sparkles. He’s currently in my attic.”

“Yeah, that sounds great Betty.”

“Jughead!” Betty shouted. He turned to her, nearly knocking over his drink.

“Go after her Juggie,” Betty said. “I know you’re worried.”

“It’s just…its Reggie,” Jughead started. “I don’t know why she left with him.”

“Well, they are friends,” Betty replied. “Go Jughead. We all know you like her. Go after her.”

Jughead looked at her in surprise. “You think I like her?”

“Jug,” she said. “I know you like her. We all do.”

“But I like you,” he mumbled, surprised when Betty giggled.

“That’s sweet Jug, really, but come on, you really don’t like her? She’s in love with you y’know. She always has been.”

“I know…” Jughead trailed off.

“Go talk to her,” Betty encouraged,

Jughead left the club.

~~~

As he approached Pop’s, Jughead couldn’t feel the small pang of jealously that he felt as he saw (Y/N) sitting at their usual booth with Reggie, as they both drank a milkshake. He watched as she tilted her head back, laughing as Reggie told her a story, gesticulating wildly with his hands.

He couldn’t help but think over Betty’s words. Yes, he always did think that (Y/N) was beautiful, and yes, he always did love receiving a hug from her. But that was normal with best friends…right?

But as he stood outside, watching (Y/N) sitting at their booth with Reggie Mantle, he couldn’t help but agree with Betty. He definitely felt something for his best friend. He always had, he had just ignored those feelings. He wouldn’t have left Betty if he didn’t feel something for (Y/N).

He watched as (Y/N)’s gaze traveled to the window, spotting him and instantly smiling at him. Reggie’s eyes followed soon after and he got up/ Jughead watched as he gave (Y/N) a quick hug and paid for their milkshakes before leaving the diner.

“Don’t fuck this up freak,” Reggie muttered as he passed Jughead. Reggie was right, Jughead couldn’t mess any of this up.

He made his way inside and took his usual seat next to (Y/n).

“What are you doing here Jug? You were having such a nice time at the club with Betty!” the (H/C) girl exclaimed.

Gathering up all the courage he had, Jughead quietly replied, “But she’s not you.”

(Y/N) froze before looking up at Jughead. “What?”

“She’s not you (Y/N),” Jughead continued, feeling confident. He had nothing to lose and he knew that she liked him back. “Betty’s great and all, but she’s not you. You’re the one that’s always been there for me. You helped me after my dad went off the rails and mom left with Jellybean. You were there to support me when I began my novel and you were there for me when the drive-in closed down. You offered me a place to stay when I had nothing. It’s always been you (Y/N),I just never thought that we could be anything more than friends.”

(Y/N) threw her head back and laughed. “Oh Juggie. Of course I’ve always been there for you. You’re my best friend. I love you.”

“Go out with me? Please,” Jughead awaited her reply.

Smiling up at him, (Y/N) replied, “This can be our first date Jug.”

Jughead smiled at her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into him. And they spent their night there, like they usually did, just talking and sharing milkshakes. Only now, things had changed. They were happy, and it was quite obvious to anyone who saw them sitting together, exchanging shy kisses as the night dragged on.

“I love you too (Y/N/N).”

~~~

I really needed to write this and I’m sorry. Time Waster pt. 5 will be up by the weekend (I swear) and all requests will be done by the end of this week too (probably) sorry about the delays!! Science competitions are pretty brutal.

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Riverdale

*I genuinely think that Cliff Blossom being the killer was a good choice and gives them a great jumping point for potentially extremely intriguing storylines

*They were drugging the entire town? Definitely connected to Hiram somehow, guaranteed 

*People are saying Fred was a dick this episode but honestly I feel like as a parent that was a pretty realistic reaction, am i right? I feel like all you want is your kid to be safe and you will literally do or say anything to make sure that happens (as FP himself did). I also am fully confident in the fact that if FP does not get out of jail, Fred will step up and take responsibility for Jughead 

*Skeet Ulrich is such a good actor I can’t 

*The backing tracks and camera angle choices absolutely made this episode. The music when FP is arrested and walking towards Jughead? The music when the police come for Cliff? The close up on Cheryl’s eyes? Haunting AF. 

*I am a huge fan of the Cooper family dynamic. This episode gracefully shifted them from villainous to heroically dysfunctional. Hal and Alice’s dialogue and their decisions as a family when it came down to the life and death of it all subtly (unconsciously, even) changed audience perspective VERY fluidly. 

*I am calling it right now that Jason is not actually a Blossom (Cliff: He didn’t have the stomach for it but you do, Cheryl- You’re a Blossom)

*Whether Jason is or is NOT a Blossom though, I’m going to need more about that incest storyline, because I am so incredibly confused on what the point/motive was for that (besides to make Hal more relatable) other than just shock value

*Why couldn’t/wouldn’t Hal have just warned Polly and Jason while they were dating?

*Shoutout to Camilla Mendes whose character was incredibly annoying this episode (MY DAD MY DAD MY DAD MY DAD WAH/How could you and Betty DARE to be together without me) but had the absolute best, most realistic reaction to watching Jason’s murder. Like she was fantastic in that moment. 

*WHEN WILL JOSIE BE RELEVANT?

*For those people asking why Joaquin had to leave (I feel your pain, I loved him), because he was still an accomplice to hiding a dead body and tampering with evidence etc (all the same stuff as FP, really) and undoubtably would have been arrested and thrown into jail. 

*Why are Veronica and Archie hiding their relationship again?

*I have a really hard time getting on board with Cole’s acting (sorry) but that scene where he walks through the cafeteria and apologizes to Cheryl who just pummels him as he stands there not fighting back was gold

“You did a bad thing, Daddy. And now everyone knows.” Cheryl Blossom is a fucking Viking Amazon Warrior QUEEN don’t fight me on this. What a character, maybe the best one they’ve come up with on the show so far (Maybe tied with Alice).

*So much Kevin this episode. THANK YOU WRITERS. 

*Why do we need Archie singing again next episode and why are the Pussycats singing backup for him WHY 

*Please give a black person dialogue that is not Chuck/A villain 

Lying- Auston Matthews

Originally posted by nylanderhoe

Request: Hey! Love your writing! Could I have a Matthews imagine? Something about a fight? Thanks!!

Warnings: fighting, a swear word, and the leafs winning the Cup. 

Note: I really hope this is what you meant by fight. Also, I am super sorry that this took me a while, anon. :( 

Also, I am sorry if it gets slightly confusing, there are moments where it swithces from the reader’s thoughts to Auston’s. hopefully I made them clear though! 

Enjoy! 


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silmarillion characters as wolfpupy tweets

CELEGORM: survival tip: you can sleep in an unattended birds nest for free

CURUFIN: have to stop saying “how am i going to kill my way out of this one” everytime there is trouble going on, or at least not out loud

EREINION: im well aware that ive accidently set myself on fire and its none of your business. i dont need your pity water either. let me burn in peace

FEANOR: the best way to solve problems is to create more problems until you are dead 

FINGOLFIN: haha youd have to stab me with atleast 6 more knives than this, this is so little amount of knives that i am stabbed with

FINARFIN: some say killing people is the answer to the problems, me personally i think killing people is bad to do because im not a horrible monster

GALADRIEL: you have to be cruel to be kind, no wait the other thing, you have to do nice things. phew, could have caused a lot of problems

GLORFINDEL: it happens to the best of us, the best of us such as me, out of both of us im the best one, probably too great to give you usable advice

GWINDON: things are going really well for me now that ive changed the meaning of really well to the opposite of what it means in my head

MAEDHROS: to everyone who said this would never work, sorry about the huge amount of damage and all of the fires 

MAEGLIN: i don’t want to throw anyone under the bus here unless they are my enemy or betrayer or if it will help me get where i’m going faster

MAGLOR: the “drama” fiasco is over, we learned nothing from it and nothing changed but we can safely say it is over for sure i hear that

MANWE: “who am i to judge” - the confused judge, the court room just became a comedy room in this all new sitcom, i sentence you to laugh in prison

MELKOR: at the end of the day whats important is not the enemies you’ve crushed and killed, it’s the gems, coins, and jewels you got from doing it

SAURON: only the good die young? phew good thing that i am so incredibly awful

TURIN: can only assume bad things keep happening to me because of the large amount of hexes and curses put on me by everyone all the time 

TURGON: people say “what you don’t know won’t hurt you” when in factuality i don’t know anything and am constantly being seriously injured and hurt

Auditions for the Inner Circle

*panel of judges: rhysand, cassian, azriel, mor and amren*

rhysand: alright, next!

nesta: *opens door forcefully, walks to the center of the room, looks the judges up and down* well?

rhysand:

amren:

azriel:

mor:

cassian: i think we can all agree… you’re in!

rhysand: next!

elain: *politely opens the door, shuts it quietly, walks to the center of the room* hello! oh, i’m sorry! *whispers* should be be quiet?

rhysand: *clears throat* hello- *looks at sheet* elain. How old are you and where are you from?

elain: … oh, I should answer?

amren: YES

elain: oh, okay, okay. Hmm lets see i’m from some place far away and i think i’m twenty, I forget though! Now that i’m immortal am I one year old? I suppose I would be, I certainly feel reborn. Its all so confusing, with this and-

rhysand: thats enough! what do you do?

elain: hmmmm i make sweet treats and plant flowers

cassian: WHAT KIND OF SWEET TREATS??? LIKE BROWNIES? 

elain: oh yes!

cassian: YOU’RE IN

azriel: why am I here?

I don’t understand kissing.
A quick touch of lips to lips, okay, that sorta. I get that but.
Making out??? Do you just eat each other’s lips. Nom nom repeatedly bang your face against the other person’s. Wiggle your lips and tounges get involved somehow idk
What is this madness