#the gif is the vibe of the chapter

[yeonjune]

YEONJUN ✙ Concept Clip 'ANGEL' Making Off

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a walk in october ~ n.k x reader part 1

“apocalypse ~ cigarettes after sex”

volume: ■■■■■□□□

warnings: cursing? just nanami being cute :3

word count: 2.3k

part 2 here!

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Your converse cladded feet kicked the tiny pebbles adorning the sidewalk, a soft sigh leaving your lips. Lifting your gaze up from the ground taking in the breathtaking scenery. The leaves had reached their full autumn bloom. Shades of orange and brown coating every inch of the park. There were plenty of people enjoying the cool weather, their chatter heard in passing as you made your way further into the park.

The only other sound you took notice of were the rustling of the leaves, your eyes gazing up at the sky.

You could swear up and down that fall skies looked different. There was a certain hue to them that you couldn’t find in summer skies.

Summer skies were bright.

Baby blue.

Fluffy white clouds coating the sky. Everything was the perfect shade of green. The scenery just looked clean.

But fall skies-

That’s where it truly is.

Fall skies… they were brown. They were comforting. Everything about fall made you feel so warm inside. Maybe it was the ever changing shades in the leaves. The earthy tones coating the ground.

It was breathtaking..

And you look forward to it every year.

Your train of thought came to an abrupt stop as you had arrived at your usual spot. Setting your bag onto the wooden park bench, a soft thud followed shortly after. Taking a seat on the worn wood tugging your lunch out of the brown bag, humming a soft tune. Another gust of wind rustled the leaves above you, a few stray ones dancing their way down to the ground.

This place you had considered your spot wasn’t entirely hidden. Anybody could take it. But, no one ever did.

It was a lone wooden table barely holding it together with benches. The wood was beyond worn. Outlines of where people had loved it before. It was further into the park, near the outskirts of it, under a giant tree.

The tree looked over hundreds of years old. It’s roots sticking every which way. But it was thick, it could be hit with a bulldozer and knock the machine right back. The way the branches were positioned made it look like you were sitting under a mushroom. It was perfect.

It gave you just the right amount of shade.

A gorgeous view.

You could stay there for hours.

For days.

The sound of someone calling your name broke you out of your trance, lifting your head up from your sandwich, a smile tugging at your lips. The sight of Gojo waving erratically with unamused familiar faces in tow.

The white haired man practically sprinted over to you, helping himself to a bite of your sandwich making himself comfortable on the seat beside you.

A scoff left your lips, “Soturu. Wow, how lovely to see you. Yes, of course you can have a bite. Thanks for asking!” Offering him a fake smile pinching his cheeks, a little harder than usual an odd sound leaving his mouth. He just grinned at your actions, resting his arm around your shoulder tugging you closer to him.

“Soturu, behave. You’ve barely been here 2 seconds and you already managed to piss her off.” Suguru mused, sitting across from Gojo, his bangs blowing across his face. Shoko snickered at his words, opting for sitting on the edge of the table. You beamed up at the girl attempting to shrug off Gojo’s arm, but he didn’t falter. He tightened his grip on you, popping a few of your grapes into his mouth, pretending to not hear you struggle beside him.

“Shoko! My love, please save me.” Begging the brunette, reaching for her with both of your hands, Suguru sighed audibly while Nanami rolled his eyes at Soturu’s antics. The tall boy just wrapped another arm around you, squeezing you tighter.

“Soturu, do you remember that time last december when we went on a mission and the curse’s power had the power to shrink-”

Almost as if he had been struck by lightning, the blue eyed man released his hold on you instantly, red dusting his pale skin. Snickers left Geto’s lips clearly knowing the backstory, a satisfied hum left Shoko sending a wink your way. You tugged the brunette toward you peppering her face in kisses, loud smacks leaving both of your lips as you giggled to one another.

Shoko had been your best friend since diapers.

You had been through every stage of your life with that girl.

When you had turned 12, you had moved due to your father passing. You had begged and pleaded to not leave, offering any of your possessions but nothing helped.

Your mothers mind was made up.

Having to tell Ieiri that you were leaving was the worst moment of your life. You still remember everything that was said. All of the tears wept between the two of you.

Knowing her temper, the girl had no one to yell at but you. She blamed you at first, out of anger, but deep down she knew she was just trying to protect herself from getting hurt.

You never thought you would see her again but almost as if you guys were meant to be with one another. The pair of you didn’t meet again until you ran into each other at Jujutsu High.

You had never been more thankful in your entire life that you could see all of these awful curses, as long as it meant you could be with your best friend again.

.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-

“And over here is where your dorm will be. You have one neighboring roommate. She’s nice. I’ll introduce you to her… yeah, right through here. ” The tall blonde spoke gently, unlocking your new dorm room giving you a chance to walk in first.

The room was much bigger than you had expected. It was bare. But you didn’t mind. You had plenty of belongings to make it feel like home in no time. Sighing softly as you kicked your slippers off at the entrance, your sock clad feet padding across the wooden floor. Making your way over to the window in the corner of your room. Peeking out the window, a soft gasp leaving your lips.

“Nanami! You never told me I had such a gorgeous view.”

“I wasn’t sure you even had a window.”

“C’mere. Look! You can see all the trees from here,” You mused to the tall man, motioning him over. He gingerly made his way over, bending way down to see the cherry blossom trees coating your windows view. You could see a creek from your room as well, a soft hum left his lips.

With the little space between you, your senses were overwhelmed with what you assumed was his natural scent. Smelling of fresh laundry and… was that cinnamon?

“… all I got was the view of a brick wall.” A snort left your lips snapping you out of your trance, nudging the blonde playfully. An unfamiliar look flashed across his face quickly clearing his throat, maneuvering around you to go towards your dorm door. “I-.. did you have any further questions?”

“Yes actually,” Anyone from a while away could see the nervous wreck that was Nanami Kento, a small part of you only meaning to poke fun at the 2nd year who was standing before you. “Is your dorm also in this hall?”

“Em- since girls and guys have to be in separate halls… I am- I am not.”

“Hm.. what a shame.” Uttering under your breath, knowing full well he could hear it. A rush of pink flooded his face, parting his lips at your words. The blonde fringe covering his eyes partially made you realize how cute his eyes truly were, a soft giggle leaving your lips.

“Nanami… we still have the rest of the tour to go on.”

“Right!- if you follow me…”

.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-

A loud heaving noise to your left made you release Shoko, giving the giggling boy a glare as he looked proud at himself. Both you and the brunette gave him an amused look, gesturing towards him and the dark haired boy beside him.

“I didn’t think you of all people would be against same sex couples considering you have a whole ass boyfriend-”

“That’s not true. Whatsoever. He’s my husband-”

A wave of groans left your group's lips as his long limbs reached across the table to take ahold of Geto’s clasped hands, a look of feigned disgust coated his face. Nanami just rolled his eyes but you took notice of how he had moved his hands under the table. Holding back a chuckle catching his eyes, a faint blush creeped up his neck.

“You haven’t been here long have you?”

“No, not too long. I was bored and the weather was lovely, so I figured why not have my lunch here rather than at the school.” You shrugged your shoulders, finally taking a bite of your sandwich, looking up at the young girl whose lips had already been captured by yet another cigarette. “Shoko… tell me that’s your first one today. It’s barely 11.”

The girl stiffened her hand with the lighter stopping right before her mouth, avoiding your stare. Setting down the sandwich, leaning forward so your face was right under her gaze. She just sighed.

“I don’t want to lie to you…”

“Sho! I thought you were trying to quit.”

“I know, I know! But being around this dumbass makes it incredibly difficult. ” Tilting her head back towards the tall white haired man who was currently trying to balance a glass container on the top of his head, a goofy grin spread across his face.

Hold on.. that’s my glass container.

At the mention of Shoko’s insult he snapped his head toward the two of you. A stream of words began leaving his lips catching sight of your container tumbling off his head. A soft gasp left your lips as you scrambled to reach the glass container, a pair of hands reaching it before it touched the ground.

Nanami looked unamused by Gojo’s actions, setting the container into your awaiting hands, fingers brushing slightly, offering you a smile. A smile graced your lips before quickly turning into a frown, facing the white haired boy.

“Gojo.”

A beat passed, the boy turning his head around to face the tree trunk.

“I’m going to beat your ass.”

“You wish you could touch me.”

“You know I’m one of the only ones who can. That’s why you're not facing me right now.”

Another beat.

He started whistling to himself, his head moving side to side as he pretended to not hear you. A sigh left Geto’s lips, rising from his position on the bench. Shoko hesitated to move but she knew it best if she did, tossing her cigarette under her boot smothering it.

“Soturu. Let’s go before she ends up having to explain to Yaga where you went.”

Soft grumbles left his lips, begrudgingly standing up giving you a quick peek at you over his sunglasses. You pretended to cup your hands together, making him huff and begin to fast walk ahead of your friends. A giggle left your lips, watching him stumble over a rock.

“I’ll see you at training, sweets.” Suguru leaned down to bring you into a warm embrace, rubbing his back as he started after Gojo who was sulking from afar. Suppressing the laugh that begged to be let out at the sight of an almost grown adult, pouting with his arms crossed over his chest. Shoko pressed a chaste kiss onto your cheek, waving goodbye at you.

A sigh left your lips pressing your head onto the wooden table.

“I visibly saw the weight leave your shoulders once he left.”

“I swear. He makes my head pound. How does he even manage that?”

Nanami just let out a soft chuckle, crossing his arms in front of him as he eyed your form. His eyes drifted over your tousled hair splayed on the table, catching sight of a fairly deep cut on the back of your hand. Almost on instinct, his hand reached out, stopping right before he could touch your skin.

“What happened to your hand?”

“Hm?,” Lifting your head up to look at your hands, just now taking notice of the gash on your hand. The blood around it had already dried, looking like it had already begun scabbing over. “That is… a good question. I’m not entirely sure. Sometimes I just get a bunch of random cuts and bruises and have absolutely no recollection of where they came from.”

“It’s truly a surprise you’ve made it this far as a sorcerer if that’s the case.” Nanami hummed a smile tugging at his lips, a laugh leaving your body as your eyes locked with his. A comforting silence washed over the two of you.

The only sound you could hear was the rustling of the leaves above and below you. The breeze was nice and cool on your skin, tugging your shirt hems over your hands.

“Nanami?”

A soft hum.

“Have you ever thought about getting a lip piercing?” The strangest sound left his mouth eyeing your face to see if you were being genuine. Tilting your head at him, quirking an eyebrow at the blonde.

“I- I don’t think it would suit me.”

“Are you kidding? I genuinely thought you were secretly tatted under that uniform. A lip piercing- scratch that, any piercings would 1000% look killer on you. I think it suits your face.”

“... do you truly?”

“I have no reason to lie to you, Kento. I swear.”

His heart soared at your words, a smile gracing his face. He untucked his ears, not a single word leaving his lips. You stared innocently up at him, eyes trailing to where his hair now uncovered. A small gasp left your lips, the sight of pure joy lighting your face up made him chuckle, feeling his face heat up at the look on your face.

“NANAMI KENTO. YOU- YOU HAVE PIERCED EARS.”

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a/n: hi lovelies! this is my first time writing for jjk, i just recently finished watching the series. and i completely fell in love. i have written well over 10k worth of words on this story. plz let me know how you guys feel about it. lots of love <3

[fullscoreshenanigans]

@1000sunnygo

[mlqueen89]

[defiledtomb]

Just saw the new Leith snippets, I am soooo unwell about them 😭 Baby I don't care how unsettling you are post time skip, you are still the loml <33333333

your pathfinder (and me) when Leith turns up looking horrific, monstrous, aggressive, damaged beyond repair:

Here. Have another peek from ouro.

[indignantlemur]

If you’ve answered anything like this before, feel free to ignore this ask! I don’t think you have, but I could be missing something 😅.

Anyway, my question is: How do Andorians view human family systems, and our lack of keths? I’m rereading Emigre rn, and there’s a part where Thoris asks about Dagmar’s Keth, and she reiterates that she doesn’t have one; but Thoris just kind of walks away, and we don’t get to know his thoughts on the matter. So I guess what I’m asking is: if you feel comfortable doing so, please tell us what Dagmar’s friends and coworkers were thinking when they first find out she has no family or keth. Did Thoris really not care, or did he just feel too awkward to voice any thoughts? I get the distinct impression he *does* care, at least a little, about Dagmar, but is just a grumpy old man that doesn’t know how to show it within the constraints of the strict Andorian social hierarchy. I’ve been dying to know the answer to this for a long time now.

Hello, hello! This is a long one, so the bulk of this is under the cut!

Andorians are a bit confused about how Human families work, to be honest. Most Humans seems to live in singular family units, all separate from each other - and yet they also claim to have keths, which makes no sense.

At one point in Emigre, Dagmar explains that Humans do have clans, but they're not huge entities in politics and the world at large like Andorian Clans are. They're still about family, still about shared blood and kinship, but they're not movers and shakers in the Human world.

Compared to what Andorians are used to, the things that Humans think of as 'clans' are isolated, powerless, and tenuous associations based on shared heritage and little else. There's no reason to stay in a Human clan, beyond sentiment.

The very idea is uncomfortable to imagine, but a growing number of Andorians are beginning to think that this is why Humans are so alarmingly friendly with everyone. Their own Human not-Clans simply don't provide the security they need, so Humans must constantly seek out other sources for it! And, of course, it was only natural Humans would be drawn to Andorians, who are fierce and strong in their own right! Really, it's all to their benefit that Andorians are also generous allies and have agreed to shelter the hapless things under their auspices! Truly, one shudders to think of what might have become of Humans if they had not met Andorians when they did.

(Humans, of course, have a very different recollection of events. And no one asked the Vulcans for their opinion. Or the Tellarites.)

So, when it comes to Dagmar and her total lack of family, reactions from the Andorians around her are a little mixed. Andorians unfamiliar with Dagmar don't view the information as anything more than a simple fact, and largely don't think on it much - if at all. It's not their problem, and they're not invested in an alien they don't know. Some of her coworkers, however, might find themselves feeling a kernel of pity for her, all alone in the world as Dagmar is. It's a terrible thing to be; for Andorians, to be alone is to be unprotected and vulnerable.

Still, most of the Andorians at the embassy are well aware that Humans are different in a number of ways. For the most part, since Dagmar doesn't seem to be outwardly bothered by her situation, most assume that it must be fine. Perhaps Humans are a hardier sort, in these matters? Who can say?

I'd like to think, however, that Dagmar's friends feel genuine dismay for her, at least. As proud as Andorians are, it's difficult to imagine how a Human should feel in such a situation; among their own kind, an Andorian would be devastated to be found in such dire straits. Close friends, like Thelen, are a bit more aware of Dagmar's feelings on the subject, but even so they don't fully mesh. An Andorian thus isolated would quickly seek to join a new Clan, if they were able, but Dagmar only seems to grieve and grieve. There's no progression, no action taken to deal with the matter as an Andorian might. She is alarmingly stagnant.

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The scene you're asking more specifically about in chapter five, for reference, goes like this:

"And what became of them? Your people?"

Dagmar suppressed another flinch and dragged her eyes away from the floor to look at the shorter Andorian male. "Dead, sir. A long time ago. I'm the last one."

Yes, she supposed she was. She was the last of her family. There were a few descendants - from her brother, from her cousins - but there had been no connection between herself and them, when she had tried to talk to them. Umpteenth-great grandnephews and grandnieces, and cousins so distant as to be almost without relation. They might as well have been strangers, bearing bits and pieces of her family in their faces and within bodies. Her brother's eyes or maybe his pianist's hands, her father's nose and clever smirk, her mother's smile and chortling laugh - all scattered like old, dead leaves amid unfamiliar traits. She had to look long and hard to find the familiar, hiding behind someone else's cheekbones, someone else's ears or brow. There was so little of her blood in them, after so long, and they saw nothing of themselves in her.

No, she had no one. She was the last. 

Thoris inquired, imperious and demanding, his antennae lashing minutely before curving forwards, "And your keth?"

Dagmar blinked, wondering what part of her response the male hadn't understood, what part hadn't made it across the cultural gap. Slowly, deliberately, she repeated herself. "I'm the last."

There was something truly horrible about the words –like nails holding a coffin shut while you were in it, still alive, still breathing. It was like suffocating and breathing too fast at the same time, dizzying and frightening.

Thoris left without another word; Andorians did not waste time with unnecessary small talk.

At this time in the story, Thoris had not yet been fully debriefed by the Terran government at that point, so he (and his staff) were largely unaware of Dagmar's precise circumstances beyond some vague mutterings from the Terran public media now and then - and those are not sources Thoris paid overly much attention to at the best of times. Even Shral and Thelen didn't really know, though they both paid a little more attention to the Terran side of things and noticed that Dagmar seemed to be on the wrong side of some public opinion or another. As she was a diligent worker and had never made any trouble during her time at the embassy, they let it go - a fact they later rued, to their chagrin.

The thing about Thoris in this scene is that he didn't quite know Dagmar yet, but he'd interacted with her before and found her to be reasonable enough as far as Humans go. He liked Dagmar better than the other translator who usually handled his paperwork, at least, and she was much more respectful of Andorian culture as well. She collected weapons herself and admired his arsenal with a keen, appreciative eye rather than the vaguely worried expression most of her compatriots sported. So, in short, Thoris was not entirely fond of Dagmar at this stage, and yet not entirely dismissive either. (And, of course, his personal aide had been making a fool of himself over the woman for a few months now, so she couldn't be completely useless.)

(This turned into a story fragment instead of an explanation, somehow... Enjoy!)

All that considered, hearing that she lacked keth and kin was a surprise to Thoris; he was compelled to wonder why? Was she an orphan, perhaps? If so, then why was she not adopted into another family? Or perhaps her parents had passed naturally, due to age - but then, where were her siblings, her cousins and nieces and nephews?

Thoris had been in politics for far too long to let anything obvious slip into his expression, but as he turned on his heel and stalked off the lack of information irritated him. He sent Shral to deep dive into the personnel files to see what could be found, while he himself reviewed what he actually knew of the Human translator.

When Shral came back with barely enough information to fill a single page on a datapad, all of it altered in the days after initial submission, Thoris did what he did best; he bullied the information out of some cowering politician, and kept going until he was read into whatever nonsense these Terrans thought was worth keeping secret.

And then, because the Vulcans had clearly found a way to bug his communications (bastards) they demanded to be included in the debriefing as well.

Finding out what, exactly, had happened to Gunnarssen was a shock. Thoris would never have guessed he was dealing with a Human from what was purportedly a much more uncivilized era in Human history - but even though the claims were outlandish, what evidence could be found was solid. Moreover, the reports answered his questions in full.

The Vulcan interim-ambassador had a snit about vital information being withheld, or as much of one as Vulcans could have without having some kind of aneurysm, and Thoris - Thoris processed. The implications of the report were profound, and he would be going over the detailed reports very thoroughly in the future.

Meanwhile, the Vulcans demanded that the Human be dismissed for gaining employment under false pretences, despite the fact that the woman's documents had clearly been altered after being submitted to the embassy, and none of the alterations changed the fact that Dagmar Gunnarssen still had all of the correct qualifications and clearances for her position.

Truthfully, Thoris was furious that the information had been withheld from him in the first place, and he made that perfectly clear to everyone in the room. Then, when the fury passed, Thoris began to turn the information over in his head. Perhaps there was a way to turn this into something useful? No keth meant no ties - no security, no sanctuary, yes, but also no prior bonds or obligations. Clanless Andorians couldn't be wholly trusted, everyone knew that, but Humans were different, weren't they? A Clanless Human wasn't a saboteur or an infiltrator waiting for an opportunity. A Clanless Human was just... alone.

(Thoris rarely felt pity, having had that beaten out of him during his early years as a Guardsman a long time ago, but even so... there was perhaps a flicker of it, then. Just one, very briefly.)

He could, perhaps, use such a creature to his benefit. Gunnarssen got along with his staff, after all. She spoke their language, ate their food - and she didn't seem to mind the cold overly much, either. His chief of security spoke well of her, and his aide wasn't going to stop pining any time soon from the looks of it. They'd want to keep her around, if they could, and the other translators had no complaints about her work or her conduct. She was, barring today's incident, a model employee. Furthermore, Gunnarssen came into his employ of her own free will, and overcame quite a few obstacles to do it, as he was just now beginning to understand the full extent of.

So, why not? Why shouldn't he keep the Human? Indeed, the more he lingered on the Vulcan interim-ambassador's demands, the less inclined he was to dismiss Gunnarssen.

Besides, Vulcans had no business dictating who he employed, or any other Andorian citizen for that matter. Thoris certainly wasn't going to be the one to set that precedent! How dare they even try to meddle in his affairs! The very idea was intolerable!

Scowling, Thoris told himself he primarily was doing it to irritate the interim-ambassador and had Shral draw up the necessary paperwork that night.

He would see what, if anything, he could make of a Clanless Human. As an experiment, he thought. A trial.

(He didn't expect to actually start to like her, somewhere along the line.)

TL;DR? Thoris' POV in a nutshell:

Hope this answered anything! 💙

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

x

[chiriwritesstuff]

Joel & Tommy No Context Vibes, 'The Girl in IT' Chapter 8

What happens that is so crazy it makes Joel go 'WHAT TOWN?!' feral? (He doesn't actually torture someone, btw) We will see the absolute LENGTHS this man will go for Sugar! When I say Chapter 8 is my favorite chapter, I mean it!

Sound off what you think is gonna go down in the comments! Here's a hint: HIPPA, Hot Pockets, and a little white lie!

[hartwinorlose]

we are getting so close to the end now y'all

[jmdbjk]

Tumblr anniversary

It's been TWO years since I chose to take up residence here on this hellsite/app.

Last year, when I posted about my Tumblr anniversary, Jungkook had just dropped his thirst trap birthday greeting to Jimin. And Yet to Come Busan had not happened yet. No one was enlisted yet. We had no idea that we were about to have our hearts ripped out by Jin's enlistment announcement.

My, what innocent babes we were.

So much has happened since last October other than the afore mentioned Yet to Come Busan concert and Jin's enlistment announcement.

We watched the members emotional sendoff to Jin in December. We watched them do it again for Hobi in April. We didn't see but we know Yoongi has begun his service. We don't need to see it. We are pretty certain within the next two months we will be sending another 2 or 3 or maybe even the rest of them off to do theirs as well.

We got The Astronaut, Dreamers, Indigo, a Christmas song from Tae, Vibe, Face, D-Day (and a tour and I saw Yoongi!!), Angel Pt. 1 & 2, The Planet, another version of Jack-in-the-Box, Take Two, Seven, Layover, 3D and we anxiously anticipate Golden. What am I missing? More collabs that Namjoon did with others. We got so much music I can't remember it all.

We've seen the clothing come off of every member. Some more than others. But still. Chapter Two is not about taking their shirts off, as Tae said...yeah, whatever Tae... it is about transitioning to a more mature image including taking control of their professional and personal images, their bodies, their autonomy, their maturity and sexuality. And boy howdy...

We got a very complex and far-reaching BTS 10th Anniversary Festa celebration that took place across the world.

We got Kook Cooks, Flying Yoga, Wootteo, Suchwita, Namjoon on Big Brains and Many of them Sitting at the Same Table Talking (or whatever the name of that show was), Dior Jimin, Tiffany Jimin, Calvin Klein Jungkook, Valentino and NBA Yoongi, Louis Vuitton Hobi, Bottega Veneta Namjoon, Cartier and Celine Taehyung, dance challenges.

We inadvertently got Jungkook's TikTok through his own error and now we are pretty sure the other members INCLUDING JIMIN are lurking on all the soc med platforms.

We got so much Jungkook being himself. And we watched him go from being fine with his couch potato cushion existence to being Mr. World Traveler who can't stay in one place for more than a few days before he's off again to who knows where and adding to Jimin's list of things to fret over.

We got a nice quantity of sweet quality interaction of Jimin and Tae just yesterday. This healed me.

We have heard over and over how each member is anxiously excited to get back and hurry up and show us they still have it.

There has not been any lack of things to talk about. There has not been any lack of controversy. We've seen things we probably weren't meant to see and we've seen things that are dubious as to their authenticity and things that were obviously made for us to see.

Like one of those of flying bird flock murmurations, the fandom is shifting and changing, spreading out and coalescing and doing all this repeatedly as we navigate this period of time before they get back together in 2025.

I hope we don't run off the rails this next year and that we all can find some common ground so we can stand together at the threshold of 2025 in anticipation of their comeback.

And sooooo many more of you have chosen to follow my weird ramblings, rantings and odd posts. Thank you for taking time to give my blog any consideration.

[kawaiiaestheticceline]

Season Girls!❄️🌸☀️

Winter Girl❄️

Spring Girl🌸

Summer Girl☀️

Sakura Cat belongs to me!

Catfeine and Dogpressed belongs to @eggritos

[doriana-gray-games]

Sorry I’m quiet,

But this has been me the last few days

[acourtofquestions]

Chaol. friggin. Westfall. My old love, who I thought got “unjust treatment” that I would never agree with — WHY oh WHY did you have to go make me change my mind??? Cause I’m sorry but CHAPTER 7 of QoS— SIR what was THAT little stunt!?! IM SORRY but “UNPREDICTABLE” …oh no-no-no sir… I THOUGHT BETTER OF YOU! But oh boy, the tides are changing!

[blitzposting]

SD-- Ghost Town

After the timeline reset, Mystery Incorporated - the new one - went off to Miskatonic University to continue solving mysteries, gathering experience about timelines and the same type of mysteries they always solved. At least, that's what happened in one timeline. In another timeline, the gang went on an almost year-long road trip doing what they did best: solving mysteries. The current Mystery Incorporated from Timeline [REDACTED] has found itself in the latter timeline, the same happening to the other group of mystery-solving young people. With no recollection of how they got there, they can only go to the few people they know could or would help, the people they hope to trust no matter the timeline. With new faces in Crystal Cove, there's more threats in the place they used to call home. Gone were the sunny people with no harm against them; everyone's the same as usual in this timeline. Or is it?

[imreallyloveleee]

i feel like i win when i lose, chapter two

Betty pauses. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to suggest that discovering my shitty boyfriend was cheating on me was somehow on the same level as your divorce –”

“Christ, no. Yours sounds worse,” Jughead says. “At least ours was mutual.” 

“Well, I got very drunk and did some very dumb things in the aftermath, so.” Betty gives him a rueful grin. “I can relate.”

He’s sort of dying to know what someone like Betty Cooper means by “very dumb things,” especially in that particular context, but before he can ask, the organ starts to play.

(Jughead is recently divorced, and he keeps running into Betty Cooper at weddings. AU.)

read it on ao3. (or start from the beginning.)

[eatyourmaker]

I don't know how to word so I just. Send hug gif

I hope you don't mind me sending these kfdngskdfn

🫂 thanks

Sorry if I bummed anyone out

It just kinda sucks

I was so excited to have a place that felt!!! So accepting!!! And it felt like everyone was just toying with the characters in their own creative way, whether that be ships, blogs, rps, etc.

A place where a weirdo like me could thrive.

But

Idk lately this place is starting to feel as draining as any other aspect of my life. Idk what changed... in reality it's probably only me that's changed.

Like I'm constantly scared of something,,,

Maybe I'll just disappear until the next ep drops again fjdksndkdnns