1. favourite colour(s)? 2. least favourite colour(s)? 3. do you wear glasses/contacts? 4. are you colour blind? 5. what are you seeing right now?
S O U N D
6. favourite band(s) or artist(s)? 7. top five songs? 8. favourite instrumental track(s)? 9. favourite non-musical sound? 10. what are you hearing right now?
S M E L L
11. are you very sensitive to smell? 12. favourite scent? 13. opinion on the smell of blown-out candles? 14. what does your shampoo smell like? 15. do you like to wear perfume/cologne?
T A S T E
16. favourite fruit? 17. favourite non-alcoholic drink? 18. worst thing you’ve ever tasted? 19. do you enjoy any unusual food combinations that others find unappealing? 20. what flavour gum do you usually chew?
T O U C H
21. do you often rip/cut the tags off of your clothes? 22. any specific textures that bother you? 23. do you have a high pain tolerance? 24. softest article of clothing that you (have) own(ed)? 25. are you a good hugger?
O T H E R
26. do you ever feel like you have a sixth sense? in what way(s)? 27. any prophetic dreams? 28. have you ever had your fortune told? (did it prove to be accurate?) 29. has anyone “read your mind” before? 30. have you witnessed any “miracles” or strange coincidences?
I’ve only just been able to tear myself away from these beautiful cards in order to make this post. They arrived this morning and ever since, I’ve just been handling them and taking endless photos. I swear, it’s impossible to take a bad picture of this deck!
Some thoughts and first impressions bellow the cut!
Bucky! (or Mod Hell, whichever works best) I'm starting swing in my dance class and I have the choice of being the guy or girl. I'm really excited but I don't know which one is more fun?
if you get to pick, be both! but honestly it’s gonna depend on what kind of swing you’re doing. if it’s something with a lot of lifts, dancing the male part is gonna take a lot of strength, and being physically larger than your partner helps. if you’re dancing female, you’ll still need to be strong but it’s more about core strength as opposed to lifting strength. often getting lifted can be kinda scary–youre trusting someone else to not drop you, so that may factor in. becca and i used to make skinny stevie help us practice lifts, and while i never dropped becca, i may have tossed stevie a few times. but only when he was being extra dumb.
if youre not in a style with a lot of lifts, then go with what seems more fun! guys get to lead and have to have the confidence in themselves to do so, but girls get to do lots of spins, and tend to get flashier moves. plus they get skirts, which always seemed more fun to dance in than pants. i guess the trade-off for swooshy skirts is having to dance in heels. according to most women who have to wear them a lot, heels are the devil’s footwear.
which is why i generally stick to my combat boots.
oh ok thanks for answering so fast :) even it's fake that's still nice for my namjin imagination lol can you tell me what was written after daddy please... i can't read it :( Oh by the way what do you think about namjin since the beginning of 2017?, do you also feel that they interact less compared to their early debut where they looked so close to me, always standing next to each other, rapmon always touching jin hand when talking etc... i'm a bit sad, do you also feel it or is it just me?
I think it says “bby sin” - which ??? I have no idea what that means.
Beginning of 2017? We’re only 3 months in so I dont think we can make a general statement and say that “ there werent much namjin moments this year”. But I feel like, with the whole Wings comeback last year, NamJin has just been everywhere and more in your face then it has ever before-
Exhibit A - when Namjoon and Jin had no chill and were openly flirting at a fan-signing
Exhibit B - when they gave us this christmas gift and defined the word married
Exhibit C - when they actually got married in Japan and did a whole photoshoot on it
Exhibit D - when they couldnt contain their joy at winning at the AAAs
(lol im Yoongi in the back admiring them)
Exhibit D - when Jin had some words of encouragement (?? sure) for Namjoon and vkook were all of us
Exhibit E - when they ended all ships with this one v live
Summary: On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?
What is Warrior Cats and why were you bullied because of it?
‘Warriors’ is a children’s fantasy book series that was really popular from like 2004-2011ish. All the characters in it are cats, who talk to each other and have really complex societies. Like, they’re still cats, but they build dens in the woods and fall in love (sometimes even forbidden love if it’s outside their clan/group) and fight other clans and there’s a surprising amount of murder/drama lololol. They’re sometimes really intense??
But they’re still about… cats. So you can see why a lot of readers were bullied for it lololol
Seb being the perfect gentleman in public Opening doors for you/helping you up the stairs But on the set, it’s SOOOO different Seb constantly tripping you up Making you laugh behind the camera Making you laugh during the most inappropriate moments Director: “Y/N, we are making a horror movie, not a comedy!” Director: “Y/N, Seb, you have just witnessed your family being killed. I don’t get the joke?” Director: “Y/N, Seb… You know what? I give up. I retire!” Fans shipping you to the next level Fans calling you ‘Mum’ and 'Dad’ Awkward questions being asked at ComicCon panels Fan: “Y/N, judging off of the sex scenes you have filmed with Seb and any personal experience, how good is he in bed?” Y/N: “Why do you need to know that?” Fan: “A science project for school.” Y/N: “Oh well if it’s a matter of life and death I guess I have to answer!” Seb: “Wait! Hold on! What do you mean by 'personal experience’?” Star gazing in the middle of late night shoots Seb: “A shooting star! Make a wish!” Y/N: “What did you wish for?” Seb: “Another increasingly explicit sex scene.” Pranking each other on set Slagging each other off in interviews Interviewer: “So, Y/N what is it like working with Sebastian?” Y/N: “Horrific! He constantly messes around, always up to no good, ruins the set. He really is a pain in the butt.” Seb *voice faintly heard in the distance*: “I heard that!” Leaving weird gifts in each other’s trailers Seb leaving you a bouquet of flowers one day and a sex toy the next The gifts getting weirder and weirder as filming progresses Makeup artist: “So what did he leave you today, Y/N?” Y/N: “A pile of loose change…” Makeup artist *desperately trying to sound optimistic*: “You never know, it might come in handy one day.” The loose change did indeed come in handy as you spent the whole day throwing it at Sebastian and screaming at him“PEASANT!” Having to get over the awkwardness and slight fear of being naked in front of each other Seb having to take a break because he’d pulled a muscle flexing so much Filming a fight scene Accidentally punching him in the face Sebastian dramatic falling to the floor in pain and pretending to cry, Y/N *while flexing and staring straight down the lens*: “Hulk 2.0, will shortly be in a cinema near you.” Taking pictures at the premiere together Messing around in the screening Throwing popcorn at each other Having to answer questions the next day about a film you didn’t even end up watching The press tour Sitting next to each other on plane rides Watching movies at the exact same time so you can laugh together Ending up sleeping on each other The cast picking on you both for being so cute Being the most stereotypical tourists and pissing off all the local people
A/N: REQUESTS ARE OPEN and constructive crititism is appreciated!
Your comics are amazing and they inspire me to try to create my own comics but I'm not good at thinking of stories. Do you have any tips?
unfortunately, this is tough for me to answer, because i’m not sure myself. this is the one thing i’ve always relied on myself for, and’ve never done any workshopping on.
actual storyline + execution in comic work is heavily taken for granted. i honestly didn’t think of myself as a writer until speight referred to me as one?? but it made me realize i know a lot more about story tellilng than i was giving myself credit.
so to break my idea process down, i break my structure down to 3 portions:
you’ll see this theme recur in a lot of my comics, especially post-episode ones.
i think your personal background will also affect how you come up with stories, as well. for instance, when i’m writing siblings, it’s easy. i can just grab from my own past and apply it there. you’ll actually see me do this a lot in The Swaingels! example:
this is heavily based on interactions i’ve had with my own sister, so writing relationships like these are one of my strengths. your’s could very well be different. you just have to put characters in situations like this in order to work out funny/interesting scenarios, because we don’t all have the same experiences, so not everyone’s mind goes the same place. but with that being said, you also have to de-personalize it enough to make it indisinguishable to the past situation you’re grabbing from.
so to me, it all depends on what kind of content you’re trying to tell the story of!
Summary: Reggie Mantle grew up protecting what he loved.
I miss you.
received the text on the first day of school, the instant your baby pink ballet
flats maneuvered within the halls of Riverdale High, which were marginally
filled with mayhem from everyone’s first day jitters.
not everyone. You, despite your extra pretty face, extra shiny curls, and extra
preppy outfit, wore a heavy façade that drooped lower than the Maybelline Fit
Me-concealed eye-bags that were situated below your unexplained, cheery eyes that
tried to greet everyone with much positivity as possible. As everyone knew your
perfect reputation, the happy-go-lucky cheerleader that everyone admired and
loved since the day you entered high school. It was never tarnished, so you
refused to let a silly break-up move it at all.
took out your phone and shakily gazed down at the message. It was sent in
clear, with no emoji’s or silly grammatical errors. Your nervous fingers moved
for you, but your brain was being silly that day and it had no planned response
for the text message.
wave of students accidentally crossed and one of them partially collided
against your hardly five feet tall physique, which was a thankful jolt that rattled
you off from replying to the text message. You squeezed the iPhone tightly,
bearing no mind of the glittery fake diamonds from the phone case bearing harsh
indentions against your palm.
moment you were able to fix your locker and lock it behind you, you immediately
set off to find a seat in the gym—hoping that an early departure from
the first day madness would create a false sense of comfort from your inevitable
fate, which was meeting your ex-boyfriend again subsequently after a summer of
trying to forget all about him.
had always said that you were perfect for Reginald Mantle.
were a girl blessed with your father’s dominant sloped nose and your mother’s graceful
and tiny, ballerina body. Being the only child meant being under the revolving
gaze of your mother and father’s watchful eyes twenty-four/seven, and you grew
up to be accordingly limpid; yet, at the same time pretentious for you were the
heir of one of the wealthiest families in Riverdale.
was a boy meant for you even before you knew what he was supposed to be. He was
a constant person in your life, a fixture caused by your parents and his
parents’ meddling. Though, despite your unending play times together and a
hired tutor that taught you and him up until you were in middle school, Reggie
and you grew up in different paths, in different aspects.
and Reggie were in the opposite sides of the spectrum. Nevertheless, you were inexplicably
drawn to him. He was exactly the same as you, but as the same time, so, so different.
was difficult to figure out. He had pushed children off swing sets and had
hogged all the toy cars to himself as he disliked sharing. You hated the smirk
on his face when he teased his inferiors, and still you loved him when he
kissed you goodnight. He’d hold you in the softest way possible, muscled arms
entrapped around you with touch as light as a feather, and similarly he’d used
the same arms dangerously with heated intent at someone else.
never got why people often told you that he was perfect for you. He was, in
your point of view, a mixture of positives and negatives. He was your opposite.
thing about opposites was that when a unity occurred, it would be a co-existent
dependency that held itself with tension.
loved him more than he loved himself. That was probably the reason why the
balance wasn’t right and he pushed himself off, leaving you in the dust.
you alright?” Surprisingly, Cheryl Blossom would be the first person to
question you that today. The said Blossom stood above you, her red curls down
the right side of her chest, a hand on her hip and a raised eyebrow. You tried
to hide the flinch that came with Cheryl’s edged tone, but she assumingly
noticed it since she took it herself to sit next to you on that noisy lunch
to me,” she demanded. “I don’t want anyone on my squad to be sadder than my
supposed star quality. You cannot rain on my parade on this week’s performance.”
fine,” you muttered as you picked on your salad.
a stupid boy doesn’t have the right to state your mood status.” She hissed. “There
are 7 billion people in the world. God knows how much boys will there be after
your life post-Reggie Man—“
Cheryl,” You stood up. “I said I’m fine!”
words were a little too loud, and laced with anger. The whole open-lawn cafeteria
went into a full pregnant pause from your little burst and your eyes betrayed
you as it went to a familiar face that you couldn’t just let go off. His
smirking, never ceasing, hardly-caring face wavered slightly as he looked your
way, as everyone had. He looked down once before pushing his left foot off benched
on the seat and faced in the opposite direction, going back into a conversation
with Chuck Clayton.
couldn’t care less what that meant and you sped off from your table, grabbing
your cellphone with you. Opening the text message up on your interface, your
quivering fingers typed out a reply before hitting send.
thought you said I couldn’t see you again,” the tall and handsome boy chuckled
as he sat coolly on the stools that they had in Pop’s. His tousled, brown waves
would shine into a blondish side under the neon lights of Pop’s infamous signs,
and his pretty blue eyes would turn your messy head into a complete haze of
white noise. “I missed you,” Jackson voiced out, echoing what he had recently texted you that morning.
was seven in the evening, and mostly everyone had this night tacked to watch
the last screening due for the closing Midnight Drive-In. You had thought to go
but you knew that it would simply be another place that would haunt you again
with memories that happened in the arms of a familiar stranger.
couldn’t resist,” you whispered zealously, biting your lip, then striding
towards him until both of your faces had no space with each other. He kissed
back passionately, and you followed along in accord, ignoring the way your
heart bleated in a monotonous fashion, like it was a routine you followed every
morning. Fingers tracing down his rugged, jean jacket, you stopped as it went
to a tracing on his arm. A tattoo of a dangerous serpent.
it,” he pushed himself off you and went to slip down his sleeves. “Any good ‘ole
folk wouldn’t wanna see that snake on a young thing’s skin.”
young thing, huh?” You titled your head, letting him caress your cheek. It made
you feel like being touched by an intruder. You held your tongue from stating
that out loud. “I heard that your buddies are over at the drive-in tonight.”
the handsome, rugged boy agreed, holding your hand like a whisper. “But you’re
much better than any movie, let’s agree. Pretty and innocent [y/n][y/l/n].”
my father saw you with me,” you told him with a trace of a smile hinting on
your lips while leading the boy down to a booth. “He would freak,” you ended
with a pendulous but crude smirk, as the feeling of going behind your parents’
back often created a brilliant feeling of teenage rebellion.
the light that would go unperturbed that night beneath the luminescence of you
with the boy from the Serpents would go back unlit as a sudden burst of
unexpected customers walked in the empty Pop’s.
was a famous group of blue and yellow hues, the king, the boy in between the
boisterous and rowdy laughs, and you couldn’t help but shake as his eyes
immediately turned toward the serpent and your contumacious self.
Reggie Mantle took it upon himself to breeze through the rows of booths with a
face of disbelief, his voice rising. And as you expected, anger rising as his
comical face slowly slipped to stone cold when his eyes landed on the lingering
fingers of the serpent teenager on your arm. “Who the hell is he?”
off, Reggie,” you glared, bringing yourself to whisper to your current partner
beside you, “Ignore him.” You tried your best to act a casual as possible,
though the sudden racing of your heart that went with the way your ex-boyfriend
stared at you in a mix of hardening confusion and indignation.
other football players were left in a fit of widening eyes as Reggie, in
impulsion, went and grabbed your arm in fury, “I’m taking you home.”
it was a laughable scene, provided that you have been in witness in a
circumstance like this before; on the contrary, you were always behind him
before, supporting him like a good girlfriend. Until now.
showed the chaos within him through the bones between his knuckles—several
scars made proof of that. Now, you were his enemy, the one that caused the fire
beneath his eyes. The booths made a guarded ring.
the hell, man—“ The serpent boy scoffed before
Reggie snapped and gripped and landed a good punch with no regret on the other
boy’s face. That started a full-blown fight, which lead pandemonium where
Moose, Chuck, and several others hurriedly tried to pull the Asian off the
other boy. Reggie’s blows were pernicious, and over the yells of the football
team trying to stop the fight, the only thing you could do was watch everything
on public property, what on earth caused you to do that?!” And Mrs. Mantle let
out a startled shriek and tried to shield her son as Mr. Mantle gave a tumultuous
slap on Reggie’s already bruising face. You gripped your jacket, feeling the
cotton and thinking of it as abrasive as hooves, guilt going off you in waves
as the only thing you could do was watch the aftermath unfold in the Mantle
estate, where you had been protectively ushered off to with your parents and
Sheriff Keller due to Pop’s emergency dial.
is getting out of hand,” Reggie’s father continued, a harsher than stern look
on his purple face. Yanking back his hand, his gaze shot to you, which you
couldn’t bear to hold longer than a second. “This boy has been nothing but
trouble this year—I swear, this was the last straw, Reginald. I need to ship him
was my fault,” you found your voice, hurried and not gentle at all—willing
to cross out the guilt killing your tightening chest. Your parents’
tension-heavy faces whipped their heads to you, their protected daughter that
could hardly do no wrong in this world. “I came there with Jackson—“
I fought him, she had nothing to do
with th—“ Reggie hastily claimed, harsh and
scarily void of emotion. He was seemingly too callous from responding to his
father—and you had realized that this
could have been happening more so than none and that this boy could have grown
up this way, and while your heart was pouring from hearing him protect you, you
knew that it was your call to turn things around.
you squeaked, hearing yourself panic. “I guess I was being rebellious, I met up
with Jackson, and – and- “ You eyed your father. “He was with me and Reggie saw
me and Jackson did something and he got provoked,” you finished, lying. You
looked at Reggie, and he gazed at you, turmoil and hurt swirling in his eyes.
led to a tension-filled silence. You closed your eyes, and could hear the
sounds of Reggie’s father’s footsteps going off to a direction. Somewhere that’s
not here, of course.
that shouldn’t have happened,” he would tell you days later, smirk latched to
his lips like a boy to a candy bar. He’d say it would no feeling, no emotion,
as if he wasn’t someone that was in what happened and he was merely a person
who’d heard of what happened.
memory of his father slapping him because of you would haunt you forever, and
your eyes would wander to his cheek not due to any romantic purpose, but the
ache of wondering how much it hurt to protect you, a person he shouldn’t even
be caring for anymore.
sorry,” you ignored his first statement, and spat out what you needed to say.
The hallways were empty. “I was being petty. I wanted to—“
The words were dignified to be stated out in the open. “I wanted to forget
silence mocked you. The 6’3 handsome and usually word-y jock—the
boy you really, just really, really
loved, gazed at you as if your turbulence, though with a slip of concern on his
façade. You continued, lips burning with words you only imagined you would say
in a dream, “You hurt me, Reggie. I hated
you for making me spend a summer without you. So, yeah. I did something. I slept with that douchebag,
that serpent, just to forget about
you. So, fuck you.”
response was instant. An utter storm shadowed over his face. “Fuck me? Fuck me? Are you fucking kidding me?” His
fingers wrapped tightly around his coifed hair, eyes blazing with chasms of
void and anger. “The only thing I ever did was goddamn protect you! If you hadn’t
been so stupid, you wouldn’t be in this mess. I shouldn’t have protected you
from the start if it was going to lead this way.”
me from the start?” You questioned, beckoned with hatred.
I’ve always been protecting you. I love
you, [y/n]. So much. The reason I ended things is because you were going to end
up broadcasted on this shitty book and—“ Reggie sighed and you looked at
him confusingly. He stepped forward, “Look, last year I was in hell. My dad
caught me doing some stupid shit and he was going to blame it on you. I needed to protect you, it was instinct. I had to break up with you
because I couldn’t bear the guilt that—“
time, it was your turn to slap him. Reggie snapped his head back at you,
stupid jerk,” your body shook from relief and at the same time, numbness. “You
couldn’t have at least told me about that? I literally cried for a week because
I thought I wasn’t good enough for you, the great Reggie freaking Mantle.”
stared at what only could have been eons, before shaking his head and returning
a soft gaze that was only for you. “I’m sorry.”
could shake your head as he placed out his warm hand next to yours, swirling
and wrapping it around yours in the gentlest way possible.
was an epiphany, when you looked at him and you had finally seen a glimpse of an extent that he
would do for you. The balance was off and you had thought of it in the wrong way.
He loved you more than he loved
omg i’m so sorry. whenever i write i’d always get so carried away with excessive details and annoying character musings!!! please tell me what you think! feel free to reblog or like or message me! always open to hear what you guys think huehue. :)
“Are you willing to stay by his side knowing what he truly is?”
Précis: It was supposed to be a story written only in fairytales, and somehow, you were destined to live it.
Note: Inspired by the movie Wolf Children, totally different from this fic tho, so no need to worry. this was supposed to be 3k what happened-
Genre & Warnings: Angsty, alotta fluff, mentions of blood & implied smut. | Words ➳ 10.3k
To you, he was something you would have never known could actually exist.
He was as mysterious as they would come, holding his pencil in a way so elegant that you didn’t know was possible, the look of boredom sprouting through his features as he scrunched his nose in concentration; ears twitching while he tried to draw something perfect and pleasing to his eyes. You watched him sketch with such wonder in your irises, and even though you wondered how he could draw while ignoring the professor speak and try to teach his students about the basic wonders of the world — you hadn’t known that whilst watching the boy draw, you were also in a little world of your own and not paying attention yourself.