you are what you are listen to

gentle reminder

think about what makes you happy, have a massage, take time to meditate and rest, listen to calm music or just your favourite music, have a nice walk, have a hot bath, let out your problems by writing or talking to someone or even just to yourself, do some stretches or exercises, do something you love and makes you happy, make goals for your future; and most importantly, try to take care of yourself

OKAY but like what if Lena finds out Kara is Supergirl later because Lena is pushed to the brink and Supergirl is there and she can’t talk her down, but she knows that she’ll listen to Kara so she just goes “I promised that I’ll always protect you. Please let me do that for you now.”

And Lena just breaks down and Kara just holds her.

  • Lucius Fox: You miss Oswald, don't you?
  • Ed: Oswald? Pffff, no, what a traitorous friend, I'm totally over hi — [trips] [hundreds of thousands of Oswald photos spill out of suit jacket] What a - I don't know where these came from, t-these aren't mine, I'm just [gathering them up and frantically sweating] ok, ok, listen Foxy - I hate the guy, he killed Isabella, l-listen [thousands of Oswald photos and Oswald hallucinogenic drugs scatter across the floor] Oh my god, I-I was going to burn these photos, I swear, oK jUsT LIS T E N
Shout out to people who liked Hamilton before it was mainstream and remember these things:
  • How in the beginning, before it was released in the Public Theater in NY (like, several months before we even knew it was gonna be on Broadway) there was one solitary trailer for the show and it was the singular source for clips and music.
  • There was pretty much one or two news pages covering the show and you read the same couple of articles over and over again.
  • The only songs we somewhat knew were Alexander Hamilton from Lin’s White House performance and like thirty seconds of My Shot from that o n e trailer.
  • The two history nerds on Tumblr who got to see it had to describe it in riveting detail to the other (like five) history nerds on Tumblr who didn’t have the resources to go to the Public Theater.  (NO FOOTAGE OR SOUNDTRACK).
  • Two, maybe three people were drawing fanart.
  • Lin first getting his Tumblr account.
  • Staying up for hours to listen to the first ever official cast recording live.
  • And then only having that link and not the soundtrack to listen to, so you would have to memorize the points on the timelines where your favorite songs were and constantly tap/click back to those specific points.
  • Having nobody to talk to about it irl because nobody had heard of it imagine that.
  • Freaking out when it was announced that it would open on Broadway over the summer and that tickets would soon be on sale.
  • Trying to convince people that a musical conveyed through rap and hip hop music about the Founding Fathers portrayed by a mostly POC cast makes much more sense than you would initially think.
  • Frantically Googling pictures for visuals because NO FOOTAGE.
  • Excitedly hyper-analyzing the political and cultural implications of the show within the circle of the Ten Tumblr History Nerds™.
  • When there was no merch.
  • And then the only merch in the beginning was like two or three different shirts.
  • When the website first went up.
  • When that visual of Lin-as-Hamilton walked on the star and then pointed and then it froze and then thAT BECAME THE THING
  • When the “inspiration for the hit Broadway production” sticker first went on the Chernow books and instead of being the Hamilton Star Symbol™ it was just a black circle.
  • Watching in confused excitement as all of a sudden everybody started to love American history.  (”I mean I ALWAYS liked history.”)
  • Jamilton was once the only major ship in the “Found Fathers Fandom™ ” and the more relevant Hamilton became, the more it faded away.
  • Previously somewhat-unheard of/not-talked-about historical figures like Hercules Mulligan, James Madison, and John Laurens became extremely relevant.

There’s probably a lot more idk but wow things have changed in a couple short years

You should be here

A/N: Inspired by the song “You Should be Here” by Cole Swindell. This is a feels smack. In this story Dean took Amara down with the spirit bomb they made, leaving Sam to raise Dean’s young daughter.

Listen to it here (play the song if you really wanna bawl while reading this)

Sam x Niece!Reader   Dean x Daughter!Reader

Sam felt his strong facade begin to crumble as he watched Dean his goodbyes to you. At only four years old you didn’t fully understand what was going on but you got the jist of it, your dad was going away and wouldn’t be coming back.

Which was breaking your heart.

Tears were pouring down your face as you clung to Dean begging him not to leave you. Sam looked at Dean and could tell Dean was about to lose it as he held onto you tighter. His face was buried in your hair, breathing in your scent, memorizing you because who knew where his soul would go after he destroyed Amara.

Glancing up at his brother, Dean realized it was time for him to leave. “Go with your uncle Y/N. Sammy’s gonna take care of you.” Dean said while trying to get free of your grip.

“No Daddy.” You cried, digging your hands into his shirt, “Please don’t leave me.”

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community appreciation week 📚 day one - favorite character  

you’re afraid you won’t fit in. you’re afraid you’ll be alone. great news! you share that with all of us. so you’ll never be alone, and you’ll always fit in.

anonymous asked:

Hey Cap! Could you possibly do a fix it of Alex and/or Maggie going with Kara to the restaurant? So mad we only got like 15 secs of Alex and no Maggie... Thank you!

“Maggie, what – what are you doing here?”

“Sorry, Little Danvers – Alex sent me, she’s working late but she forgot her jacket last night – “

“Yeah, it’s by the door – “

“I know. Listen, um… Lena called. I let it go to voicemail, didn’t want to be intrusive, but I couldn’t stopper my ears – said something about wanting you to talk her out of going to dinner with some Jack guy?”

Kara groans and runs her hands over her hair, frowning.

“Come on,” she says suddenly, tugging at Maggie’s arm.

“Um, okay, where are we – “

“You’re a cop. And I’m a reporter. And I think Jack’s little robots are a big problem. Plus Lena needs me to save her.”

“To save her.” Maggie’s tone managed to be bemused, even as she’s being dragged out the door by Supergirl in a blue sweater and deeply gay pants.

Kara flushes. “From her date. With her ex. Jack. Jack’s her ex. They used to date.”

“I know what an ex is, Sunshine.”

Kara turns and squint-glares at her sister’s girlfriend before continuing.

“Well, I have to save her. He forced her to choose – him or L Corp, I mean, who would do that, right, why can’t she have both, I mean sure he seems like a nice enough guy, and he’s certainly handsome, but making her choose, I mean come on, right, that’s not okay, and now he’s back in town just to, what, get her back? – and now he’s taking her to dinner, and ughhh, I should have been there to take that phone call – “

“Slow down, Kara,” Maggie says, tugging Kara away from the driver’s seat of Maggie’s own car. “You’re spiraling. I’m driving.”

Kara grimaces and shuffles to the passenger’s seat.

Maggie stares at her thoughtfully as they both get in.

“Kara, you um… Does it bother you? That Jack and Lena used to date?“

She keeps her voice deliberately casual and her eyes deliberately on the road as she starts to drive.

“Bother me?” She can practically hear Kara fidgeting with her glasses, practically see the disbelieving – denial – grin of incredulity on her face, even though she’s keeping her eyes carefully ahead. “Pfft. No! Why… why would it bother me? Lena can date anyone she wants! In the past and future, and… and present… Lena’s her own woman, she can do what she wants!”

“And it doesn’t bother you. At all.”

“Are you implying something, Maggie?”

There’s an edge to Kara’s voice, a slight bite, and Maggie retreats, because god, god, god, Alex’s kid sister can’t hate her.

“Nope. Sorry Kara, just… just making conversation. So tell me about your suspicions about Biomax.”

Kara settles and fills Maggie in along the way, and when Maggie suggests that maybe Kara should text first to tell Lena that she’s about to crash her date, Kara splutters.

“She needs rescuing, Maggie. It’s part of my job. And yours, too. And I need more information from this Jack character.”

Maggie just grimaces, and remembers the days when she thought Kara was too polite to get what she wanted. She almost chuckles to herself, but suddenly she’s finding herself face-to-face with a woman she’s arrested, and god, does the woman look arresting.

“Lena,” she offers, an apology in her eyes, and Lena’s are wary but mostly fixed on Kara. Maggie watches the two of them, even as she introduces herself to Jack, apologizes for the intrusion, congratulates him on his press conference, because even if Kara wants to dive straight into vaguely accusatory questions, Maggie prefers a different approach. In this context, anyway.

So she listens quietly as Kara asks Jack questions.

She sits back and lets her eyes flit between Lena’s teary ones and Kara’s uncharacteristically hard to read ones – but Maggie thinks she sees jealousy in them, or maybe fear of loss, or maybe, she thinks, they’re the same thing – while Jack weaves some poetry about a sunrise and starlings and Lena this and come back to me that.

There’s a silence and Maggie’s heart hurts for Lena, for Kara, but Kara is leaning forward, and she’s shattering the silence with an ice pick.

“Anyway, I was also wondering – ”

“Another time,” Jack says, his eyes never leaving Lena’s face.

Kara splutters, and Maggie thinks this Danvers might be even harder to get out of the closet than her sister.

“Lena, are – are you… uh…”

“Yeah, I think Jack and I need to talk.”

“That’s… fine,” Kara is almost squeaking, and Maggie is grabbing her knee under the table.

“Of course. Lena, it was good seeing you again, under… better circumstances. Jack. Kara, come on,” she adds softly at the end, standing and putting her hand on Kara’s shoulder and hoping Kara doesn’t heat vision it off her body.

“Lena, I’ll… I’ll see you soon, then?” Kara asks, hope in her voice.

“Yes, yes, of course, Kara,” Lena breathes, her eyes still on her ex, and Maggie thinks she knows those eyes.

Those eyes that are still so scared by the past that they’re more ready to go back into it than dive ahead into the future.

Or, in this case, into Kara Danvers.

“You know, if you want to get into Jack’s office, I can get you a warrant,” Maggie mutters to Kara on their way out of the restaurant.

“So you didn’t believe him?” Kara perks up.

“Oh, I believe him, alright. But something’s also… off. About him. About this whole… thing. Two men being killed in an attack like this? The whistleblower, someone who was corroborating his story to your boss?”

“Ex boss.”

“Ex boss. Something’s going on. It’s enough to go on, Kara.”

They pile back into her car and Maggie stares at her sister’s girlfriend for a long moment before starting the ignition.

“And Kara.”

“Maggie.”

“Don’t give up on Lena. She hasn’t given up on you.”

“How do you – ”

“I’m a detective, Little Danvers. I detect.”

“Does Alex – ”

“Kara, please, Alex barely knew she was gay herself until it punched her in the face.”

“I’m not – ”

“Okay, so bi. Ace. Both. Either way. Your girl crush is safe with me until you’re ready to come out. But Kara, listen: just don’t let her go, okay? Life is too short to… just don’t give up, alright?”

Kara fidgets and her cheeks go bright red and she looks like she’s about to panic, about to cry, about to scream.

“Let’s get that warrant, Maggie. I can worry about getting the girl after we make sure she’s not in any danger.”

Maggie grins.

“That’s the spirit, Little Danvers. That’s the spirit.”

Kara returns the grin despite herself, because maybe, just maybe, everything isn’t ending after all.

anonymous asked:

ok so can you be naturally smart or do you just study hard bc im rlly trying here but i feel like crap & i just wanna know if i have the potential to be smart

okay listen because i am so passionate about this: no one is inherently smart. no one. i don’t care what an IQ test tells you. everyone has the potential to be smart. everyone. it’s just a matter of helping that person learn in a way that suits them. and i know that the school system disagrees and throws around bullshit terms like “gifted” and “natural talent” but let me tell you?? that kid in your biology class who answers every question without even looking up?? his parents made him take a summer course. that kid who scored a 1600 on the sat first try?? she’s been studying since 7th grade. that kid who makes anything sound good because they articulate so damn well?? they have like 30 quizlets dedicated to expanding their vocabulary.

we’re all trained to feign indifference when we win 1st place, when we get that A we worked so hard for. but you know what? fuck intelligence. that took effort, and it’s unfortunate that we’re supposed to act like it was nothing. it’s like the duck analogy: on the surface we’re gliding calmly along, but below we’re paddling like hell.

if i sound angry, i am. i grew up in a very high-achieving town. in middle school, i struggled with mental illness and because of that, couldn’t find to motivation to put in the extra effort. and you know what? i felt absolutely stupid. all around me were these kids that kept being labeled as “gifted” by teachers, and i was there getting side-eyed because i was too afraid to turn anything in. i barely graduated seventh grade, and by school standards, that meant i was stupid. because i wasn’t one of the “smart kids”, i was told that i would never be smart. 

after middle school, my mental health started to improve and i gained an incentive to succeed in school: i wanted to prove them wrong. i studied all summer. all summer. i made a rigorous study plan. i covered the years of curriculum i missed. and guess what!! i have a 4.1 gpa in high school.

anon, i promise you that you have the potential to be smart. i have no doubt about it. don’t let anyone ever tell you that you’re born with intelligence or the lack of. it’s 110% what you do with what you’re given. prove them wrong.

anonymous asked:

Have you listened to Be More Chill? Aaa if so, you should draw Michael being bro of the year (if you wanna!!!), but if not, aaaaa hm, someone stuck in a tree, just anyone

aaahh!! i havent listened to it yet, so ive no idea what it is about?? here, have jared stuck in a tree instead

yehet-chen-in-221b-and-camelot  asked:

Hi! I like your blog and this will be my first question about Shadowhunters but! I notice, that many peoples on blogs/pages critizice and condemned Shadowhunters and they gave this serial no more than 45% 😨 I just misunderstand it! I thought, that it's favorite serial of many ppls and they won awards for new popular serial etc. and some ppls critizing actors and characters like Clary or Simon! Can you please tell me situation of popularity this amazing serial? Thank you and sorry for mistakes❤

Hi, thank you. And uff, I don’t know if I’m the right person to answer this. The show is not perfect, like nothing in life ever is. But the cloud of negativity that’s been floating over it lately doesn’t really represent how the show really is and how the fans perceive it. There will always be loud individuals that will voice their opinions, especially the negative ones, so I wouldn’t rely much on what you read on tumblr or other sites (I don’t even check other sites). In my opinion the show is loved by much more fans than you would assume based on the negative feedback the show’s been getting lately, but as I said, just a few negative and very loud people are enough to shake your confidence in it.

If you haven’t watch the show and want to give it a try, I definitely think you should. It’s a really cool fantasy show with great characters that are easily relatable and you’ll start to love them really quickly. It has some great lgbt+ and poc representation which is always a plus, so you should definitely check it out.

Just keep an open mind and don’t listen to other people’s opinions, be smart enough to create your own. If you like it, great. If you don’t, that’s also cool. We’re all here to have fun anyway. Hope you have a great day!

What I have been listening to this week and recommend songs for you :) (my first time doing this! I hope you like it <3)


  1. Zion.T - The Song
  2. K.A.R.D - Rumor
  3. SF9 - Easy Love
  4. Minzy -  Ninano
  5. Eric Nam X Somi - You, Who?
  6. Oh My Girl - Coloring Book
  7. CNBLUE - Between Us
  8. CNBLUE - When I was Young
  9. Ten - Dream In a Dream
  10. Pristin - Wee Woo
  11. Boyfriend - Bounce
  12. Pristin - Black Widow 
  13. Monsta X - Incomparable 
  14. SF9 - So Beautiful 
  15. Got7 - Q

Not Kpop

  1. State Champs - Slow Burn
  2. Nick Jonas - Bacon
  3. Halsey - Now or Never
  4. Hey Violet - Break My Heart
  5. MAX - 10 Victoria’s Secret Models
  6. MAX - Home
Cooking Shenanigans

A/N: (Y/S/N) = Your sister’s name. Also, the pun used in here was one I actually heard in real life.

Character: Harry

Warning(s): None

(I got the GIF from this post, but not sure if the person who uploaded it is the owner of it. If you know, please do let me know!)

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Did you know what if you listen to Freedom (feat. Kendrick Lamar) by Beyonce while you’re driving with the windows down, all your problems disappear for 4 minutes and 49 seconds?

Take me to the place where you think your soul lives and let me enter.

Let me cook you dinner and thank you for eating up although it tastes like paper.

Let’s listen to each other’s favourite song again and again until we really understand the meaning.

Tell me about your childhood and ask me why I can’t remember mine.

Let’s do a winter walk embracing the pure white of the snow before making out in it.

Tell me what a certain smell reminds you of.

Let’s lay in bed, my fingers stroking your hair, while I stare at your wonderful face that’s barely touched by the moonlight.

Let’s just do everything so we will never be able to forget each other.

—  Never.
A Promise

Originally posted by sockslide

“Adam?” You called as your hand gently knocked on his bedroom door, your head close to the crack as you tried to listen for him. “Are you alright?”

“I…I’m not going!” His panicked voice could be heard from inside, and judging by the volume you could tell he was close by.

“What do you mean? It’s your birthday celebration, your mother has had everything planned for weeks!” You exclaimed, trying to understand why the little prince didn’t want to go to his own ball.

“I look absolutely ridiculous!” He whined.

“Oh it can’t be that bad, come on out and let me see.” You ordered, stepping back so as to avoided getting knocked over.

And a smart move on your part because not a minute later the large wooden door swung open, and you could see the little boy pouting with his arms crossed.

Adam’s face was caked with white powder, blocking out all the lively color from his face. You could see two bright circles of pink colored rouge spread all over his cheeks, along with various drawn in beauty marks.

His coat was bright blue and adorned with intertwining patterns all over it and a matching waistcoat, his cravet had several layers of ruffles and you thought his chin might disappear.

But the pièce de résistance was the powdered wig resting on his head. It had several curls along the sides of his face and a small bump at the front of his head.

“Why is it so itchy?” Adam asked as his hand went behind his head to scratch at his neck. “It feels like it’s going to fall of my head.”

You couldn’t help but snort. “Wait till you see your mother’s,” You told him, walking up to brush down his coat. “Now what is all the fuss about?”

“I feel stupid, why can’t I wear my normal clothes?” He asked, as if he didn’t already know the answer.

“It’s your birthday celebration, the entire court has arrived to celebrate!” You said, fixing the ribbon at the back of his wig. “After all, you only turn ten once.”

Adam squirmed out of your hold and turned away from you. “I don’t care, I’m not going.”

You had to hold back the groan as you tried to find a way to reason with him. “Oh come on, you’re parents would be so upset if you weren’t to show up, I can almost hear your mother crying now.”

He turned his head to look over his shoulder. “Really?”

You met his eye and silently nodded your head. “It would break her heart.”

You heard Adam sigh and you thought it was the end of it until he suddenly grabbed onto your hands.

“But you will dance with me won’t you?” He asked with wide eyes and a smile.

“Oh, I can’t go.” You told him, watching the smile slide off his face as his brows knitted together.

“Well, why not?” He demanded. “Your father will be there.”

“My father’s a musician, he’s permitted to be there. I’m not allowed to be among the rest of the court, it wouldn’t be proper.”

“I’m not going unless you are too.” Adam said, folding his arms again.

Deciding there was no other way, you rolled your eyes and groaned. “Fine! But you have to make your entrance on your own. Then you can explain to your father why I’m there.”

The bright smile returned to his face as he took your hand again. “Okay, but you have to promise not to leave me alone.”

“Of course, I’d never.”

You slowly undid the ribbon from your bonnet as you sunk down onto the floor, leaning your back against Prince Adam’s door. “Adam…are you in there?”

As expected, you greeting silence, something that lingered around the entire castle. The sky was gray to match the mood, and rain pounded against the windows.

Regardless, you knew he was in there.

“Please talk to me,” You said, turning your head so your ear was pressed against the wood. “Your mother wouldn’t want to see you like this.”

Losing the Queen was the most tragic thing to happen to the castle. Everyone felt the great sense of greif and tragedy that came with the news of her death.

But no one felt it has hard as Prince Adam.

You sniffled and rubbed at your eyes with your sleeves. “Hey, remember your birthday? You made me promise not to leave you alone? I intend to keep it.”

“Mademoiselle?”

Your eyes snapped open as your whole frame jolted forward, but a pair of arms stopped you from going to far.

Once your eyes recovered from their sleepy haze you were met with the face of Lumiere.

“Why are you asleep in front of the Prince’s door?” He asked as he picked up your bonnet and handed it too you.

You slowly nodded. “I told him I wouldn’t leave him.”

Lumiere smiled softly as he looked up at the door. “These kind of things take time, I think for now it would be best if we left our Prince alone, at least for now.”

You looked down at your hat. “Do you think that will help him?”

“At least for tonight, we can check on him together tomorrow.” He said, tapping the end of your now.

“For now,” He started as he lifted you up into his arms. “Let’s get you to bed.”

You silently pulled on the skirts of your dress as you walked the usual route to the Prince’s chambers, Mrs. Potts was following along beside you looking just as solemn.

You’re eyes landed on the familiar door and you reached out to knock it. “The court awaits you, Prince Adam.” You said with a blank tone.

“Just a moment!” You heard Cogsworth call out.

Your hands folded infront of you as you waited for the door to open, moving whenever it did to allow the company to exit the room.

You and Mrs. Potts both curtsied whenever the Prince came out of his room, however you kept your gaze focused on the carpeting.

“Good evening, (Y/n).” You heard him say to you.

Mrs. Potts gently tapped the lower part of your back and instantly you met his gaze, forcing a small smile at him. “A very good evening indeed, Prince Adam.”

You absolutely hated the kind of person your prince had grown into, the rest of the household felt in your pain, but you had grown up with him. And to see him as the vain and selfish person he turned into was enough to make you distance yourself from him.

Lumiere and Cogsworth followed after, and along with Mrs. Potts they started off the ballroom.

You made way to follow but Adam held you back, a confused expression on his face.

“Is something troubling you?”

It a took a bit of effort to hold back the scoff, but then again you weren’t surprised. He was never expected to apologize for anything, so rarely ever realize when something was wrong with those around him.

“Nothing, my prince.” You said as you looked him in the eye again. “Just tired is all.”

Prince Adam nodded before holding his arm out to you. “Accompany me?”

You slowly interlocked your arm with his. “If that’s what you wish.”

“I know this ball is intended for me to choose a wife, but I really don’t have those plans in mind just yet. Would you mind staying close by to me during the night so I have a quick get away?”

You turned your head slightly to look at him with a nod. “I made you a promise didn’t I?”

You were abruptly awoken from your sleep by a light knocking on your door. It took a few moments for you to truly work up the energy to pull yourself from your bed to answer it.

The plan was great expect the moment you stood on your legs you had to fall backwards onto the mattress.

During the ten year curse you were stuck as a painting aisle in the main drawing room. You had made wonderful friends with Belle while she was in the castle, often being the one she vented too when her relationship with Adam was becoming too much.

And you were much grieved to see her go after the curse was broken, but you knew all about her dream to travel the world and go on adventures. Something living in a grand castle as a Queen couldn’t really give her.

Pushing yourself up again and holding your arms to steady yourself you immediately went to answer whoever was visiting you so late into the night.

Upon opening it you had to restrain yourself from jumping back whenever you came face to face with the Prince himself.

“Adam?” You asked, opening the door fully. “What are you doing here?”

It had been several weeks since the spell was broken, but seeing his normal face again was something that still managed to surprise you.

Regardless of his previous deposition, you still found him remarkably handsome.

He was in his nightshirt, though the ends were tucked into a dark pair of trousers. And his long hair was brushed back at the front, telling you he had been running his hands through it a great deal.

“I’m having a rather hard time sleeping,” He told you quietly, his eyes focused solely on his fidgety hands. “And this thunderstorm really isn’t doing much to help,” He said with an breathy laugh.

Finally, his eyes met yours, and you saw the true fatigue swimming at the brims of them. “Would you mind if I stayed in here with you?” Adam asked as he looked up. “I remember whenever my mother passed away, I used to have a lot of night terrors and talking with you always helped me feel better.”

You were perplexed for a few moments, it had been years since even came to your door let alone asked to stay the night and talk.

“Of course, come on in,” You told him as you made to retrieve him a blanket. “You must be freezing walking around like that, it gets so drafty in the castle during storms,” You tossed your warmest blanket around his shoulders. “Here, I’ll light the fireplace and-”

Adam stopped your talking whenever he placed his hands in yours. “Slow down for a second, and relax,” He told you, taking the blanket and placing it on you instead. “I’ll light the fire for you.”

You silently agreed and sat down on one of the armchairs sat closet to the fire, watching as the warm glow from the fireplace lit up the room.

“What’s been keeping you up?”

Adam sat back and kept his gaze away from you. “Lots of things going on in my head at the moment,” He said quietly. “Mostly how awful I treated throughout all of this.”

“Oh, it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle-”

“But that’s not the point,” He cut you off as he turned to face you. “You I still can’t understand how you found it in yourself to still be a good friend to me whenever I was so horrible to you,” He stopped for a moment as he recollected his thoughts. “You were always there for me, just like you promised.”

“Well, I’d really be lying if I said there weren’t times I wanted to scream at you in frustration or throw a few things in the direction of your face.”

Adam broke out in a chuckle. “I’m rather glad you chose not too,” His head tilted slightly as he continued to look at you. “Now that things are back to normal I want to be the one that’s there for you when you need me. I’d like for us to become close again.”

You smiled at him. “I’d like that too.”

Adam reached up and grasped your hand in his. “It’s a promise.”

At Jughead and Betty's wedding
  • Betty Cooper: Kev! Kevin! Listen, real quick. I know this is last minute but my dad threw his back out so I need you to walk me down the aisle.
  • Kevin Keller: What? Why can't someone else do it like- Jughead's dad?
  • Betty Cooper: F.P.? When was the last time any of us saw him walk a straight line?
  • Kevin Keller: W-w-well, get Archie to do it!
  • Betty Cooper: I'm not having Archie walk me down the aisle. He'll meet someone halfway down and ditch me!
  • Betty Cooper: Kev, you are my closest male friend, I want you to walk me down the aisle and give me away.
  • Kevin Keller: As much as this whole situation is giving me stage fright, I'll do it Betty. For you. But! At my wedding to Joaquin I want you to be my best man. Woman. Person , whatever. And I'm gonna expect a bomb ass speech about how great I was during this time in your life.
  • Betty Cooper: Anything you want, Kev. Thank you.
  • Kevin Keller: No problem. Come on. Let's get you married.