#i will show you my snowglobe collection someday

[sorchasolas]

I would like to say i had a wonderful time @ the themepark i was at

Since I’m at a theme park Right Now, i want to share my thoughts on SLA characters in a theme park (like, rollar coster heavy theme park)

Kaladin would absolutely LOVE roller costers (obviously) like tell me he wouldn’t make a mad dash for the biggest ride in the damn park

Shallan, similarly, would love roller costers, but would have a bit of reservations— “kaladin are you sure about this??”— but once she’s on the ride she’s have the time of her LIFE

Adolin absolutely despises Roller costers. He’ll refuse to go on any costers and if Shallan & Kaladin coax him onto one hes not having fun, he shuts his eyes and screams (not in a good way) and literally like sobs and gets all nauseous. (And honestly literally me) Shallan finds it hilarious, Kaladin is concerned (but lowkey amused)

(Dalinar & Navani going on a mellow little love boat ride— Dalinar’s genuinely enjoying it and Navani is the one who built the ride (/hj)

(Szeth & Kaladin going on all the big rides together bc Adolin refuses and Shallan is consoling him)

[fortheloveofkuroo]

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YOWWW back with my soft boi again, i got this writing prompt from pinterest and God the moment i saw it i know i gotta write it, so enjoyyy~~~

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"Don't forget to return the book tomorrow! And don't be late!" a voice from old lady echoes to the whole room just before your hand touched the door's handle.

"Don't worry Madam. You know i'm always on time." you give a small smile to the 55 years old woman that sitting on the front desk and open the door, leaving your third favorite place, the library.

You step out and tighten your scarf and your coat. The weather is surprisingly cold these past few days. After you done readjusting, you decided to walk off.

Passing every shop that's turning their lights on now that the sun is starting to go down slowly. You pass trough one shop that sells decoration. Your eyes catches something pretty on the display. A snowglobe with a ballerina spinning inside of it. "So pretty.. It can beautify my whole desk and add more retro vibe to my room." you whispered inside your head.

Your next favorite place, the second one is your own bedroom. You've been decorating it since you're 6. Oftenly changing the theme. Pastel, Minimalist, Dark, you name it. But now, you've decided to put on the retro vibe to your whole bedroom.

You smile to yourself then continue to walk. Making your way to your most favorite place. Your first favorite place. You stopped infront of an old bus stop.

It's empty. You quickly sits and warm your hand by putting it inside the coat's pocket. Are you too early? You thought. There is a reason why this bus stop is your most favorite place.

Just when your hand start to unzip your bag, a guy with blank expression and a two tone hair, crimson and white walk in. You flinch, surprised. He's standing beside you now.

Well, the reason why this place is your most favorite place is because of him. Because of this guy. No, you don't know who's he at all. You both are complete strangers. But, you like to steal a glance at him. Admiring his side profile. He's good looking. Even with his scar of his left eyes. His eyes are different colored. The left is turquoise while the right one is brownish gray. And no, you never spoke to him. Even a word.

You take out the book that you just borrowed from the library and started to read. Consuming every words on the page. As you continue to read and flip to the next page, you feel a warm presence right next to you. The guy is now sitting beside you. Looking at the sky blankly.

You're not that brave to even say a "Hi!" to him. His face is always so serious yet blank at the same time. And that's exactly what makes him so mysterious to you. Someday, someday you will talk to him but not now. Maybe.

Now your brain can't focus and process the words on the book because your eyes can't get off him. So you close your book and sighed slowly.

He and his retro uniform. You never see an old uniform like that. But it suits him. The white shirt and navy tie and mavy blazer? He kind of look like the Japanese army. Which school did he went to? You never know.

Your hand slowly reaches out to him. And before your mouth speak a word, the bus have arrived. And that's what makes you upset. Everytime. Everytime you want to speak and reach out to him, the bus always come in a wrong time. So you pack your bag and get into the bus. After finding your seat, you look back at the bus stop.

Your eyes met his. You both made an eye contact. Quickly, you look away and felt a chill on your spine. You just made an eye contact with him. And his eyes, are just as cold as ice if you can say.

The bus is already leaving the stop, but your body seems don't want to leave.

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You're in rush this morning.

You run your way to the bus stop. You're late for class today and if you can't make it, you'll have to retake the class.

Your legs almost gave up. The bus stop is just 10 meters away. And just in time, the bus arrived. You hurrily climb in and sit at your usual seat. Your eyes take a peek at the stop and he's nowhere to find.

"Is he late..?" you wonder.

You rest your head on the window. Slightly hoping that you can see him, even just a glimpse this morning. And there he is. Sitting comfortably on the stop with his usual uniform and bag. But this time, his face is a little weird. His expression is weird. He's pissed.

"Maybe he just have a bad morning? Who knows, right?"

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You turn to the second page, eyes moving up and down consuming every words on the sheet and your hand quickly write the answer to each question. You study this one, and you know you will make it.

Your hand is moving vigorously. Currently writing the last answer for the last question. Then, you finish. You collect the papers and gave it to the teacher.

Finally, you thought. Atleast those 3 hours studying last night was not wastefull. You open your locker, putting all the books and stuff inside untill someone tap your shoulder. A girl with short brown hair and a big round eyes.

"Hey (Y/N)!" she greet you with a big grin. Holding a paperbag who smells like a tuna sandwhich.

"Ochaco? Hey! What's up?" you smile to your close friend as you two walk along the corridor. Ochaco smiles and handed you the paperbag. "It's for you. I figured that you haven't had breakfast this morning. Because you look so pale, geez. Take care of yourself (Y/N)." Ochaco said while looking at you with a worried eyes.

"You know me too well. But i'm late today so no time okay?"you answered. Your mouth is full of tuna sandwhich. Ochaco only laughs.

"Thanks Ochaco." you smile to her. She's your only girl bestfriend that care about you. Ochaco shakes her head like it was nothing and give you a thumbs up. "You know, about that guy at the bus stop.." Ochaco turn towards you. "Have you talk to him?" she asked. You shake your head. Ochaco sighed.

"Maybe greet him? Let him know that he's not the only one in that bus stop?" she suggest. That's actually a great idea but you're not that brave. "But i can't! And today, he.. He looks kinda pissed. So i'm afraid that if i met him later, it'll just make it more worse.. I guess?" Ochaco smiles and pat your shoulder.

"Ochaco?" suddenly a messy green-haired boy shows up. His smile is sweet.

"Oh Midoriya, hi!" you greet. Midoriya smiles and greets you back. "S-Sorry to interrupt (Y/N). But me and Ochaco needs to get to the next class.." Midoriya smiles nervously "Of course! See you guys!" you nods. Ochaco smile sadly to you and leave. Before she dissapearred from the crowd, she shouted.

"You don't know if you don't try!"

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You climb down the bus and find him already sitting there. His face shines with a haze of orange sunshine. Beautiful. That's the only word you could think of when your eyes found his figure.

You quietly sit next to him. Hoping he don't mind. But of course with a little space. You take a glance at him, his eyes are looking straight at the road. Even though there is nothing there.

You take all of your courage and hold it in your fist. You don't know that talking to a cute stranger can be this hard but at least you gotta try it.

"Hey."

No answer. Just a long silence. Dang it, did you make a wrong move.

"Um, the sky is beautiful today, isn't it?" you asked him with a smile. Hoping he will answer, rather than that, he turn his face to you. Face as pale as snow. His face turns dark and his eyes widened.

His hand is holding something. A newspaper. Old one. The headlines says that there's a bus accident that hit a boy in 1950.

"You shouldn't be able to see me."

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Broken Snowglobe: A Christmas in Riverdale (Part 1)

Hey guys! So I’m going to try posting this story first on Tumblr...it’s meant to be fairly short but if it goes for longer I’ll use AO3.

What I’m intending to do here is snippets of Christmas in Riverdale. This first part is seen through Betty’s eyes. It takes place right after events of Season 2′s premiere.

THE BROKEN SNOWGLOBE

Some places are ghost towns in December. Quiet as a whisper, with buildings sandwiched between layers of packed snow, while wisps of ice swirl from the sky like chips in a white kaleidoscope. This scene of desolate beauty haunts with its untold story of a Christmas buried and resting.

Other places know a different story. These cities awaken to the holidays as if a special jolt has been added to the coffee. With vibrant electric lights winking along to the seasonal street music, the holidays burn their brightest here.

But what Betty had always loved about Christmas in Riverdale fell in between these two cards. From the town sign, greeting tourists and delivery trucks alike frosted in white glitter, to the crystal teeth lining the underbelly of Sweetwater River’s bridge, Christmas held the last surviving magic of Betty’s childhood.

Remarkably, this year Pop Tate still had a tree cut to a perfect fit for inside his Chocolate Shoppe. His diner’s hot cocoa recipe remained a consistency of chocolate milk and marshmallow foam, and he’d switched the cable lighting from standard fluorescent halos to vibrant reds and greens.

Sitting alone in her booth, Betty sighed, taking it all in. Someday soon, she’d no longer be witnessing the season on a middle platform. Riverdale in its Thomas Kinkade splendor would be replaced with what Elizabeth Cooper saw. Elizabeth Cooper saw her neighborhood, years ago a contender on Christmas Light Fight! barely flickering in the bottom half of December. She saw volunteers from St. Lucy’s Parish collecting food, clothes, and toys for donation drives, only to lose a third of their inventory after their cars were broken into. It was like watching an alchemical process in reverse: the tiny stars floating under the street lamps became frozen rain drops.

A merry set of bells chimed at the entrance to announce Veronica Lodge’s arrival. Nostalgia blurred Betty’s senses - her best friend was wearing the same black cape as the one she’d worn on the night the girls had first met. A friendship between them had seemed unlikely at that time, with Veronica turning Archie Andrews’s head in a way that Betty never could. And now, here she was, shedding snow clumps while making a beeline towards Betty, tsking loudly, “Am I late for it, or did just no one show up?”

Betty frowned, suddenly wondering if a memory of herself mailing invitations for anything was lost in the wind. Rolling her eyes, Veronica slid into the seat across from her. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned since moving to this snowglobe of despair, it’s that Betty Cooper never turns up at Pop’s without an idea of how to make it all better.”

“Make it…Riverdale better, you mean? As in, a place that isn’t throwing Jughead in with the snakes?” After Forsythe Pendleton Jones II went to jail for charges related to being mixed up with the worst of people, his son Forsythe III – more endearingly known as Betty’s boyfriend Jughead – had been circling closer and nearer to the notorious Serpent gang for help.

Even though Betty had already gotten Jughead his Christmas gift, she felt this pull, this driving need to do even more for him. Yet here she was at Pop’s, drinking hot cocoa as Veronica reminded her what her normal goals would be. Nothing made Betty sadder than hearing what she should be doing from someone else.

“Mm, Jughead,” agreed Veronica, adding, “Meanwhile, I’m conscience-wrestling over a father who hasn’t realized yet that he’s still playing real-life Monopoly when everyone else has stepped off the board.”

Betty’s family had never much been into high-stakes competitive board games. Being headed by a pair of journalists, they’d usually played charades, or word games, like Scrabble. Although, there had been one Friday night several winters back – Hal Cooper had brought out a standard deck of cards and dealt a Texas Hold Em game, the winner making the call on where they’d host Christmas that year. He’d coached Betty a bit before, so she’d had an edge over her older sister Polly. However, Alice Cooper had surprised them all by gambling to obtain her hand of queens and keep them home for the holidays that year. And now, in spite of being able to see more cracks through the window these days than actual window, Betty found the image of Hiram Lodge jumping around his desk bellowing in her mother’s voice, “Bow to your Yuletide Goddess!” slightly uplifting.

“You’d better not be laughing at me,” warned Veronica, sounding only a tad menacing. Betty threw her hands halfway in the air, surrendering. “The point is that my friend, Betty Cooper, never accepts crap the way it is just because it is.”

“Maybe Elizabeth Cooper does, though,” muttered Betty, fishing the last marshmallow out of her drink.

Even if she didn’t wholly understand Betty’s third-person reference, Veronica’s raven head tilting in her direction indicated rapt attentiveness. “Well, maybe Elizabeth Cooper wouldn’t mind doing some last-minute holiday shopping with me. Pretty please with a shiny red Christmas bauble on top?”

Betty couldn’t stop a smile from curling her lips, so she decided, “Alright. But we’re going traditional, V. Stores, not phones.”

An exaggeration of scandal and horror befell Veronica “Too Posh to Even Own a Purse Dog” Lodge, evaporating moments later with the wink of a rich coffee-brown eye. “Girl, why do you think I found you here to begin with? As fun as the other way would have been, I do Amazon better solo.”

Rising out of the booth, Betty zipped her rose-white snowboarding jacket to her chin – the large public thermometer pinned outside Pop’s entrance had read 32 degrees Fahrenheit when she’d first come in, and had likely dropped since. She eyed Veronica’s glistening cape as the other girl flipped its damp hood over her head. As dear as this cloak was to her, the more Elizabeth part of Betty saw the potential trouble its impracticality could present them on their shopping trip.

“Veronica? How would you feel about making a pit stop at Zumiez?”

“Who-miez?”

Now it was Betty’s turn to roll her eyes. “C’mon,” she said, wrapping an arm around her friend, “I need to get something for you anyhow.”

[hostilepoet17]

11 Facts About Me:

tagged by @whatsasophie, thank you! :)

RULES: Tell your followers 11 random facts about yourself, and tag 11 people in return! Tag backs are allowed, but you mustn’t repeat any of the facts you mentioned previously! The facts can be absolutely anything! Whatever springs to mind! Let’s get started!

1. When I was eight I wanted to be a forensic pathologist. Literally all I wanted to be in life was someone who got to study crime scenes and dead bodies. I was obsessed with forensics. When someone broke into our primary school, I asked the Gardaí investigating to take my finger prints so that I could have a copy. I watched endless forensics shows.

2. I don’t walk right. My feet curve inwards as I walk, I got physio as a child but it never corrected, so all my shoes are bent in at the sides. I really struggle with heels.

3. I’m 4 foot 11 inches. Hence the need for heels despite my struggles. I’m hella short and have been picked up so many times...

4. I collect snowglobes. It started with the most gorgeous intricate spinning teacup Alice in Wonderland one from Disneyland Paris and carried on from there. I have Disney ones, owl ones, Christmas ones, pirate ones, and basically small ones from anywhere I can find one.

5. I will one day be found buried under a pile of books. So one of my friends once told me, anyway. My bedroom is filled with hundreds of books, I buy like 5 for €2 in charity shops and they’re all stacked up on every surface of my room.

6. The absolute love of my life right now is my 6 month old kitten. She’s named after Leslie Knope, loves food, watching animal documentaries, and hunting spiders. I LOVER HER SO MUCH.

7. I want to be a judge someday. I worked with a judge this summer, reviewing cases and contributing to his decisions, it was the best experience I’ve ever had, I would love to be a judge.

8. Bossy British characters in pencil skirts are my weakness. Seriously, they always end up being the best and most badass character.

9. Fred and Daphne on Scooby-Doo were probably my first ship. Before I knew what shipping was. hen Spike & Buffy, and Jack & Sam.

10. I cosplay as Kaylee Frye from Firefly. I stitched my jumpsuit together and painted the umbrella, I love getting to cosplay her!

11. I live for floral and bright patterned dresses. My wardrobe is at bursting point. I’m all about floral dresses, black tights and black ankle boots. <3

I won’t tag anyone, 11 is a LOT of people, feel free to do this if you want to though.