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gyll-yee-haw · 3 months

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im actually in love with all your donnie darko stuff, after being starved from donnie darko content you fed us

i was wondering if you could do a smut for him where reader squirts for the first time then he becomes obsessed with it and makes her do it over and over again?? tysm ^-^

Thank you so much, babyyy <333

I hadn't written too much about Donnie before, but I'm in love right now 🥺

Well, this is filthy, absolutely filthy (thanks you, I love it), overstimulation

Warnings: squirting, creampie, dirty talk, masturbation (m and f)

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"Come on, baby, I know we can find the spot... I don't mind if I have to fuck you in 13 different positions, do you?" He kisses your neck as you giggle.

"Are you sure, Don?" You sigh. "It was so messy..."

"Fuck, baby, it was..." he grabs your waist, keeping you still under him as he starts rubbing your clit slowly. "Can't get out of my head how fucking wet you got, it was amazing, wasn't it?"

You nodded, biting your lip at the memory of last night's activities, when Donnie made you squirt for the first time. Not even you were aware you could do that... all you remember was that he had you on all fours, gripping the sheets, balls deep inside of you... and something felt different. It wasn't like you were going to cum, it felt like you really needed to pee, out of nowhere. You were too embarrassed to ask him to stop, so you decided to try your best to just hold it. But he was fucking you so good, so hard... you just couldn't control your body very well.

And then it happened. You knew it wasn't pee, it was something you had never experienced before... but it was followed by a whole new sensation of relief, and by Donnie moaning like a wild animal at how hot that was.

And when the two of you woke up the next morning, he was rock hard just remembering it. He needed you to do that again.

"Oh, Donnie... feels so good..." you bucked your hips as he rubbed your swollen clit faster.

"I know, sweetheart." He slowed down until he stopped, making you moan in frustration, trying to grind on his hand. "Shh... hey... it's okay, I'll give you what you need. But you can't come yet, okay? Need you desperate."

"But... but what if I can't do it again? You won't be disappointed, will you?" You felt anxious.

"No! Of course not!" He looked at you with a mix of worry and absolute passion. "I just want to try it, okay? Nothing in this world could make me love this pretty pussy any less, my angel."

You smiled, spreading your legs wider, as a sign you didn't want to waste any more time. He returned your smile, staring to stroke his dick dangerously close to your entrance.

He entered you slowly, hissing at the way you squeezed him. He began thrusting gently, until you soaked and welcomed his entire length.

"Deeper, Donnie..."

"Fuck, say that again, my love." He smirked at your dirty talk.

"You have to get deeper, you were so deep yesterday..." you moaned more than you felt like you had to, just to give him a show.

He helped you rest your legs on his shoulders as he started going faster.

"Is this deep enough for you?" He chuckled as he watched your eyes roll back at how good he was hitting that exact spot at this new position. "You sure as hell feel tighter... fuck!"

"Donnie!" Your legs started shaking. "Think... think I'm gonna do it..."

"Fuck, baby, please..." one of his hands went to your belly, applying pressure right where you felt his cock already pressuring enough. "Push it out for me, you can do it, pretty girl..."

You felt it rush out of you harder than the last time. On the position you were this time, you could see it soak his belly. It was so hot, it made you dig your nails on his back, enough to make him bleed.

"Fucking hell, oh jesus..." Donnie cried out, fucking you harder than ever. "You're such a good girl..."

"Donnie, I need to cum, please, give it to me..." you begged.

"Yeah? Hurry up, baby... you soaked my cock too fucking good for me to be able to hold it..." he said before crashing him lips into yours on a passionate kiss, hand sliding between your legs to rub your clit again.

Luckily you weren't able to hold it either, pussy contracting around his cock as you came hard. He filled you up seconds after, he couldn't even think about cuming anywhere else when he was that deep inside you.

And when he pulled out, he could have cried at that scene. The way you were soaked from squirting, plus his cum dripping out of you...

"Keep your legs spread for me, baby, don't move..." he asked, and you obeyed.

You looked at him in shock, as you saw he was stroking himself... cock not even fully hard, because that would be humanly impossible.

"Too hot, baby, can't waste this sight..." he whined pathetically, absolutely overstimulated, but physically unable to stop.

"Careful not to hurt yourself, Donnie." You mocked him. "I'm not going anywhere... there's no rush..."

"I know, but..." his cock throbbed as his hand moved up and down, making an obscene wet sound. "Too hot, feel like... need to cum more..."

"Right... get those balls fucking empty for me, then..." you gathered his cum, leaking out of you, rubbing it over you clit, starting to touch yourself for him.

Yes, it did hurt a little, but you understood him. You craved more.

The two of you moaned in sync, smell of sex in the air and sheets absolutely ruined under you. None of that mattered at the time.

Donnie came first. Shooting his load directly into your clit while you rubbed it. That scene and the extra lubrication it gave you had you throwing your head back and screaming his name as you came hard.

Took a while for the two of you to be able to talk again.

"We need a shower." He chuckled, watching your filthy state.

"That's easy." You shrugged. "But you're gonna need a new mattress if you keep making me do that..."

"Sounds worth it to me."

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moodr1ng · 7 months

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What's a controversial opinion you have about a movie you like?

ohh gosh need to think bc i think my movie opinions tend to be very basic and accepted... oh heres perhaps one: i love donnie darko, and i also think its truly Not That Deep. i think wrt donnie darko, the expected opinion is either "hasnt seen it or doesnt really like it" or "loves it and thinks its so profound and cool and important". thing is like.. i LOVED donnie darko growing up, i saw it from a pretty young age (like 12?), i watched it over and over, had a crush on donnie bc im like that, so its like.. a nostalgia movie to me. but i dont think it does anything that crazy or out there. i think its a nice, well-made movie with a good soundtrack and good performances and that its a good watch, but i dont think its earth shattering or like, So Deep Man. its just a fun movie to watch imo. fwiw i feel the same way about for example fight club, except i also think fight club isnt gay its bisexual and i think we need to stop saying "fight club is gay" and start acknowledging that fight club is A Bisexual Movie, like very much so.

oh wait i just thought of another one that everyones gonna hate: patrick bateman IS a little relatable, and that doesnt make him less despicable, and it doesnt mean his entire character isnt a critique of capitalism and rich white men who are so privileged theyre disconnected from humanity entirely. like. i think the way patrick bateman fails to *be*, the way he feels he is nothing under the surface, *is* nothing under the surface, the way he is nothing but a façade, an act, a social role, is paradoxically very relatable to me and, i expect, a lot of marginalized people whose personhood has been entirely shattered by social norms and expectations and desperate attempts to fit in, even though hes the exact opposite of us. i think sometimes we do see ourselves reflected in the monster, and that doesnt mean that we are the monster or that the monster needs to be pitied and humanized.

#ask #Anonymous

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starchild--27 · 5 months

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Super late but 3, 11, 21 and 34 for the question thingy <3

hey-hey Feli ^-^ thanks for sending these~ i put my entire brain into answering them haha xD

3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

- Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain

- Juno

- Donnie Darko

11. what do you consider to be romance?

ok THAT sure is a question. erm. so. i always say (because i think it's very true) that Nothing Else Matters by Metallica has shaped my idea of romantic love a lot. The whole business of feeling afeectuon and a deep connection to another person, being interested in learning about them and learning about yourself through them, experiencing life not only as yourself but also as a pair, being able to trust in and depend on each other and to be truly authentic with each other, maybe more than with any other person. idk if it's naive or idealistic of me to think these things and maybe sort of expect these things but i know that it's the only thing i want to believe in at the moment. to have all that with a person. maybe not forever, but for a considerable amount of time.

21. are you a spiritual person?

that's interesting because i think about that a lot. and i think i kind of am? spiritual- ish? idk in situa tions where i desperately want for things to go a specific way (most of the time it's stuff like "please let everything be ok") i find myself crossing my fingers, physically, and i guess praying (actually mumbling short, pleading phrases) to some sort of higher entity. or entities. who even knows. it's kind of like an ritual. and i wouldn't keep doing it if it had not worked before. so that's that. nothing too specific i believe in but a very spiritual act i find myself turning to when i really need things to be good. another pretty weird thing: i think that i am "safe", as in "nothing bad can happen to me now", when i see dead animals on/next to a street. especially, when i am driving myself. i really hate seeing dead animals, it always makes me feel like i want to cry. but i have developed the little insane and superstitious assumption that now i am safe from bad things (like accidents) because the bad thing has happened to somebody else (the animal) already. i realize how macabre it is. but i guess it helps me deal with seeing dead things by making their deaths less pointless?

and now writing and explaining about it, i think my sort of spiritual beliefs are a weird coping mechanism for situations in which i feel very powerless or a lack of control over my own life, oh god...

34. any pet peeves?

when the people doing the remixes/mashups of songs i like, change the tempo or pitch of a song to match the other song(s). sometimes it's not all too much and then it's fine but i can't unhear when a voice is higher/deeper than it normally would be xD

#ask game

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sheviolentlyher · 5 months

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Fuck healthy coping mechanisms, I need to break the patterns by romanticizing suffering

The thing about artists is that you get bored quickly. I mean right?

Moving on only when you think you have thoughts no more about this. But always falling in love with it when you look at it.

And art could be anything. Liiiikkkeee romanticizing my suffering, the horrors.

A good writer makes art from their emotions, not from our mind. The mind is the communication, interpretation is the art.

It is a fail safe if you use it right.

I admire good writers, everyone has their definitions of good. I can’t define what good means to me besides the obvious.

The more you write. The more you expand. I hate slang, it’s like fast food of vocabulary 👀🙈😆. I like things that are difficult to read with a twentieth century mind. Edgar Allan Poe is actually difficult for me to read only because I have to pace my thinking as far as interpretation of the words they choose and are obviously no more in use.

We used to speak very elegantly, and now even that would be considered an art. We wrote deep and honest love letters. We wrote deeply enchanting stories.

I feel like I was never a good reader simply because I wasn’t disciplined enough. Reading has the incredible ability to make you feel present. You processing so much when you read. Your brain is so excited that it wants you to get through it all quickly, but this is where the discipline comes in or else you will be re-reading paragraphs. 👀🙈 I only speak from experience.

Reading has become much more stimulating and satisfying for me. It goes hand in hand with writing.

I finally feel like I can say that I’m a reader, but maybe that’s pushing it 😆 I read what I want to know, not usually for entertainment. There is a difference.

I can’t read for leisure. I read to feed an incessant hunger my mind has. I looooooove when it randomly gets hungry. I looooooove when my mind wants to barf all over the void.

I fucking love it all.

The godly process of creation lives with in me. It’s why I’m convinced we are all pieces of god experiencing his own creation. Cuz who wouldn’t look around and say—-“now how do I get myself in there?”

It is why we have a soul.

It is why we cry out for god in times of despair and desperation. Hoping the recognition we give will save us in that moment.

We are creators and we have done nothing but destroy. Maybe they are just romanticizing society in a sci-fi way.

But Donnie Darko always says destruction is a form of creation, so-

Romanticize away baby. 💋

-x

#diary #raw #girl interrupted #writblr

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marueonmain · 4 years

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WINDFLOWER

part seven ~ acting the fool ~

(part one) (part two) (part three) (part four) (part five) (part six) (part seven)

A/N: I appreciate each of you. Stay safe and stay epic!

Summary: Alex can no longer avoid Y/N and his feelings for her.

Pairing: imallexx x reader

Warning: Alex Elmslie? A Lovesick Idiot? It’s More Likely Than You Think.

Word Count: 1.4k GIF Credit: internetgylord

Jolting from the grasps of his own vivid imagination, Alex was sickened with the twisted scene and shocked with himself for conjuring it. What am I doing? He looked to his phone – to the photos, he poured over moments before and recoiled at his actions. He closed instagram and shifted around on the bed: embarrassed to be listening as the shouting from above continued.

He needed an excuse to leave his bedroom, or else he might start thinking again – about it – about her. He did not want to start thinking; he had switched off his feelings and did not want them back.

Alex pushed the muffled shouting from his thoughts and rang Will.

“You alright, mate?” Will asked as he did at the start of every phone conversation.

“It’s good. Do you want to film an S2W?” He bit his bottom lip, waiting for an answer, and tasted a little blood. “Will? You there?”

“I’m here. I was thinking it’s a bit odd is all; just that I’m used to having to force you and George into filming reddit videos."

“Fair enough.” Alex winced at a sudden pressure on his browbone and tried shaking his head to relieve the ache: it did not work. “That a no?”

“Not at all. Could always go for some more content on the second channel. I’m giving you fifteen minutes, and if you’re late again, I’ll have to do your knees in.”

As the call ended, the muffled shouting from above stopped dead. Alex paused to listen – nothing. It should have been a good thing, but to him, he wondered (perhaps in another hindsight trick of the mind) if he could hear them again would he not notice there was just one voice doing the shouting; not notice it was just Sammy’s voice the entire time?

He waited, but there was not another sound. Alex pulled on his pink zip-up jacket, tugged on his bright red pringles socks, and raced out of his apartment to the lift. It was ten past when Will told him to be there. But he was not wearing knee guards so he could not have been too worried about it.

DING. Lift doors opened. A woman was waiting there inside. Oh. Oh, of course.

Y/N smiled in a curious delight as her eyes brightened at seeing him.

Something strained the back of Alex’s throat like he was about to cry. He did not care about appearing desperate or pathetic or how the internal embarrassment might crush his self-esteem because it was her: it was her, and she was an experience, unlike anything he had lived before.

Flower earrings decorated her cute ears, and her nails were painted an intense blue. Everything about her tested all facets and all capacities for loveliness – and broke them. Y/N pushed herself forward to stand straight from having been leaning back against the wall of the lift. And she parted her gentle lips to speak. And he did not register a word. And she tried again.

“Hi, Alex.”

“Hey,” his voice cracked.

Entering the lift, he pushed the button for Will’s floor and took a step backwards. He stood frozen, beginning to sweat. Y/N moved to face him at a thirty-degree angle: like there was some imaginary audience whose line of sight into the conversation needed to be kept into consideration.

It was Alex’s turn to lower his gaze while she looked upon his face. The smell of her scented soap struck him hard.

“Those are fun socks. I rate them,” said Y/N.

“Thanks. I like your…um…earrings. Flowers.” Excellent observation. I’m such an idiot.

Y/N blushed. “They're not a little loud?”

“Not at all. So, what have you been doing today?” Alex was not – he told himself – inquiring about the screaming match. It was just a normal question for normal conversation between normal neighbors.

“I made banana bread this morning; I thought not going out wouldn’t be too hard, but I hate it. I’m not sure what I’ll do during the actual enforced lock-down.”

“It’s a rough situation – rough to be around certain people for so long without breaks. Can be a nightmare sometimes, you know?”

Y/N’s face paled considerably. “No. I wouldn’t say that.”

“No, of course. I’m talking about George.”

“Right.” Y/N was not about to share her perspective on the fight between her and Sammy. Maybe she was hoping it was not loud enough for Alex to have heard. “Not going out isn’t that bad really. I might have been exaggerating.”

“Sure. You’ve been keeping yourself busy then, yeah?”

“Yeah. Spent all afternoon looking for movies to download.” She paused. “What’s your favourite movie?”

Alex nodded along as Y/N spoke, and he answered the same answer he gave to anyone asking that question for the last decade, “The Social Network.”

“Oh, I’ve seen that. It has that guy who looks like Michael Cera.”

“Jesse Eisenberg.”

“That’s right.” She snapped her fingers and pointed a finger gun. “Jesse Eisenberg. I liked him in The Double. Oh! I finished a movie that’s been on my watchlist forever: Zodiac with Jake Gyllenhaal.”

“Yes, Gyllenhaal. Red October.”

“Velvet Buzzsaw,” Y/N quipped.

And Alex right back. “Prisoners.”

“Donnie Darko.” She giggled and gave a nervous tug to her earlobe.

Alex remembered ~the dream~ and how the Y/N his unconscious drew together had placed a kiss behind his ear. He never received such a delicate affection. Never thought about how it would feel.

Now here he was caught in a lift with a woman that mesmerized his entire being, and he was not picturing how he wished to or how it might be to sleep with her; he imagined a softer exchange.

Imagined it with such focus that he swore he could almost feel it – a slight warmth behind his ear and an electric shock all over which begged the question: How many small parts of him had always gone so unloved?

“I forgot about Donnie Darko. The villain is a furry, right?”

“Always thought the real antagonist was god.” Bringing her hand to her chin, Y/N tapped her index finger twice against her lips. Pulling her eyebrows together and looking up and off at nothing, in mockery of some deep philosophical thinker.

He matched the pose. “Or is it the very concept of time?”

“It’s that bitch: time!” Y/N burst out in a short laugh at herself.

Alex felt bound to fall into a hypnotic trance, so lost in how her lips moved when she spoke that he almost could not keep up with the conversation.

“Maybe we could watch and figure it out together.” His words burst from him like the first gasp of air after holding his breath underwater. It had been such a sure thing: his resolve that avoiding Y/N would drown his feelings for her, and yet there he was less than seventy-two hours later acting the fool again.

“I would really like that.” Each word she said hit his ears like it was the first time he ever heard them.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, but, I’d want to ask Sam beforehand.” Each word she said hit his ears like he was being shot in the head.

“Alright.” A short beat of silence came over them until: “We forgot a big one – Love and Other Drugs.”

“You know your Gyllenhaal.”

“He’s a handsome man.” Alex tipped his head in a subconscious effort to elicit agreement to which he received a nod. “It also has Anne Hathaway in it.”

Y/N beamed. “Oh? I like her a lot.”

“Me too.” I like you a lot. Alex darted his eyes from Y/N and watched the floor numbers turn over.

DING.

“I hope I run into you again soon.” She took a slow step out into the hall but turned in time to throw up a hand in a short wave before disappearing. “Goodbye, Alex.”

“Bye.” He waved contented – how could his affection for Y/N be wrong when it made him feel like this?

Maybe. Maybe. It was not wrong. And maybe…it was time he acted like it.

Alex deserved a chance at happiness – at making Y/N happy.

#imallexx #imallexx imagine #imallexx x reader #alex elmslie #alex elmslie imagine #alex elmslie x reader #internet sensation #eboys #commentary crew #willne

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eldritchsurveys · 4 years

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1015.

5k Survey LXIX

3501. Is 'no glove, no love' your STRICT policy? >> I don’t have policies for activities I don’t participate in in the first place.

3502. What is the best Epic movie (examples of epics: ben-her, gone with the wind, last temptation of christ)? >> I don’t know what else falls into the category of “epic movie”, so... can’t really answer. 3503. Finish the sentance. Hey, Hey we're the: Monkees People say we: But we're too busy: The time to hesitate is: now You're too: physical It's a nice day to: start again 3504. Have you ever had 'missing time'? >> Only in the context of being intoxicated (and that one botched suicide attempt). 3505. Have you ever sent an electronic greeting? >> Maybe a long time ago.

3506. If you could send anonymous tips to people you knew who would never ever find out who sent them who would you send the following tips to? doesn't know when to leave: poor crotch hygenie: talks to much: band/art/dream is going nowehere: most likely to get arrestted: needs to get their life together: bad taste in clothes: bad taste in music: needs a hobby: 3507. Are you more likely to download porn or disney movies? >> I don’t download much of anything, really. Streaming has become my default mode of consumption. 3508. What is it with people? >> ??? 3509. Do you eat too much sugar? >> I can assure you that I do not. 3510 Imagine you have aband. Let's name your band. Adjective: Animal(plural): Your band name is (adjective) (animals) Under Glass! Could be better? Let's try again. Adjective: Noun (plural): Your band is (adjective) (nouns) With Puppets 3511. Are you desperate but not serious? >> I have no idea what this means. 3512. Was there a time when you were younger and it took less to get you excited? What did it take then? What does it take now? >> Honestly, I have no recollection of excitement experiences as a child. I do know that excitement is difficult for me nowadays because 1) I’m still pretty emotionally blunted, particularly for positive emotions and 2) I automatically attribute all physical feelings that could suggest excitement to anxiety instead (because I’m still learning the difference). 3513. Remember learning to write in elementary school? We spend 2 years learning to print..then they throw that out the window and teach kids cursive. Why? If cursive is so important and easy to read then why aren't books printed in cursive? Why aren't cursive computer fonts more popular? Why do buisness forms always say 'please print'? Schools are so preoccupied with teaching kids the complicated but traditional skill of cursive writing that more emphasis is put on that than on teaching kids how to clearly express their ideas through writing. I move that cursive writing become a jr. high school elective instead of a grammer school priority. Who's with me? >> This seems like a personal rant based on your own experiences and I have no dog in this fight, dude. I think of penmanship like art -- script writing is an art form and being adept at it can lead to some pretty results. Just don’t use it if you don’t care for it. Also, I’m pretty sure very few (public) schools care about cursive writing in this era, lmao, so this is also an outdated rant. 3514. Can you think of anything else (besides cursive writing) that is unhelpful, or unuseful, yet traditional and unquestioned? What? >> Whatever. 3515. Name one female celebrity who you would guess wears size ___ clothing: 0? 5? 12? 16? 20? 3516. Have you ever been to a place where the restrooms were named in a clever way rather than just saying men's and woman's? I've seen Hens and Roosters, Bart and Lisa, Dudes and Babes...what have you seen? >> Yeah, I saw “Pirates” and “Wenches” once. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen others but I can’t remember what they were now. 3517. What is the 'message' or 'point behind': Fight Club? Donnie Darko? AI? Minority Report? Solaris? A Walk to Remember? You've Got Mail? 3518. have you seen, and what are your thoughts about these movies: Drumline? >> Now this is a question block I can actually answer. I did see Drumline, but I was 13 at the time so I have no real recollection of my feelings about it. The Hot Chick? >> Nope. Maid in Manhattan? >> Nope. Star Trek: Nemesis? >> Nope. About Schmidt? >> Nope. Okay, maybe I can’t answer this question block after all. What are most of these movies...? Evelyn? >> --- The Guys? >> --- Intacto? >> --- The Jimmy Show? >> ---

The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers? >> I did see this, but I don’t remember much of it either because it was at least half a decade ago. I do assume I enjoyed it. Gangs of New York? >> --- Two Weeks Notice? >> --- The Wild Thornberrys Movie? >> --- Smokers Only? >> --- Treasure Planet? >> --- The Santa Clause 2? >> --- 3519. START this sentance: ....and I think to myself, what a wonderful world." >> ---

3520. What is: insanity? normal? farenheit? 3521. Tell us about yourself in the third person for a bit: >> I’d really rather not attempt that. 3522. If someone breaks a law, should they be punished if they did not know it was a law? >> Oh, I don’t know. This is a concept that can get real thorny real fast. 3523. If it's so much easier to learn languages when we are very young (and it is, something to do with the developing brain) why do they wait until jr high and high school to teach them? >> I don’t know anything about the justifications behind public-school curricula, dude. 3524. Name a band you sort of like: Dream Theater. You are wearing that band's t-shirt in a store. SUDDENLY some guy you don't know comes up to you and goes, "Hey! You like (insert name of the band here)??!!" This is obviously a really stupid question because if you didn't like them you wouldn't be wearing the t-shirt. Your witty reply is: >> It’s not a really stupid question, first of all, because it’s a conversation starter as opposed to a straightforward inquiry. I’d assume he’s excited that someone else seems to be a fan of a band he likes, and is opening the floor to talking about it. Which is great! Let’s talk about prog metal! Now, on the other hand, if the tone of “hey, you like Dream Theater?” is skeptical, like he’s assuming I’m just blithely wearing the shirt without actually liking the band or whatever, then I’d probably just give him a simple “yep” and see what happened after that. I’m not going to immediately be sarcastic or “witty” until I am positive about what kind of interaction is happening. 3525. If you were organizing cd's in a music store what section would you put each of the following in (don't forget the 'bargain bin' section!): Blink182 Depech Mode Weezer Led Zeppelin The Doors Avril Lavigne Nelly Manfred Mann Iggy Pop Pink Floyd Guns N Roses Shakira Britny Spears Tool Ozzy Osbourne Madonna The Rolling Stones The Beatles Motley Crue Bon Jovi 3526. Does coffee stimulate your mind or body more? >> It stimulates my anxiety drive, is what it does. 3527. Can you do 'six degrees of seperation' to anyone famous? >> I assume not. 3528. What's the oddest thing in your home? >> Me. 3529. Do you find it odd when people who are not handicapped use the handicapped stall: in the bathroom? >> No, I’ve used it because the close quarters of the other stalls wig me out sometimes. Or I’ve used it because the other ones were disaster zones. Or I’ve used it because I was also getting changed in the stall, or something, and needed the room. in the parking lot? >> You need a whole placard (or handicapped license plate) for those, so there are obvious rules. 3530. Do you sometimes find yourself talking to yourself? Do you answer yourself back? >> No, I talk to the Inworlders, not “myself”. 3531. In your head do you call yourself 'I' or 'you' or both? >> Er... “I”? 3532. What is the best excuse for why you haven't done your homework? >> --- 3533. Someone tells you 'well there are black people, and then there are n*ggers'. What do you think? >> I think that person’s an out-and-out bona-fide bigot, obviously? What the fuck else am I going to think (besides “I have to leave immediately”)??? 3534. Does culture shape behavior or does behavior shape culture? >> Yes. 3535. What determines whether a person will be: intelligent? pretty? happy? sucessful? 3536. What is social loafing? What is groupthink? >> ??? 3537. I have an idea. let's change the english language by making the words fewer, shorter and more concise. What do ya think? >> No. 3538. What are the physical symptoms of: joy? fear? shame? 3539. Here's the scenerio...your little eight year old brother is hangin out in the house when you come in..and catch him watching the playboy channel! What do you do/say? He says, "Why can't I watch this?" What is your response? Why do you respond that way? >> I don’t have an eight-year-old brother and I don’t know anything about how I would respond in a sibling-dynamic situation because I’ve never been in one. 3540. Who REALLY has a higher sex drive, girls or guys? How can you tell? >> --- 3541. are you usually carefree? >> No. 3542. Do you generally prefer reading to meeting people? >> This is an odd comparison to make. 3543. Do you often long for excitement? >> No. 3544. Are you mostly quiet when you are with others? >> It depends on what kind of situation I’m in and what kind of day I’m having. And who the others are. And where we are. Context, people. Details. Please. 3545. Do you often do things spur of the moment? >> No. 3546. Are you slow an unhurried in the way you move? >> Sometimes. If I’m doing something I hate or that triggers me, then I tend to be a lot more hurried. 3547. Would you do almost anything for a dare? >> I wouldn’t do anything on a dare. 3548. Do you hate being in a crowd who plays jokes on one another? >> Er... 3549. Do you enjoy wild parties? >> No. 3550. Have you ever paid for something priced more than $5.00 in only change? >> No, but I was with someone that did. We had to scrounge for change in her car so we could buy enough gas to get us the rest of the way home, lol.

#surveys #survey #5000 question survey #not for reblogging *glare*

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What hogwarts houses would different jake characters be? I feel like many would be Slytherin or maybe Ravenclaw because many of his characters are a bit on the sociopathic/psychopathic side. And no, not Slytherin cause they're evil (they're not, not all of them) but because many of his characters are cunning, ambitious and incredibly smart so they'd fit in well

Ah shit man this is SUCH a fuckin valid point yes okay so I’m just gonna do the ones that I’ve watched and know well yknow 😂

Jake Gyllenhaal - ooohhh I think people are gonna disagree with me on this but I think he’s a Hufflepuff, I mean yeah he’s sooo fuckin intelligent and brave but I think the thing that is overarching over his personality as you see in interviews and on his Instagram is that he just comes across as so loyal to like his family and he’s so genuine and sweet about his friends (Hugh, Ryan and Tom) that I just have to put him in Hufflepuff??

Quentin Beck - I know I don’t write for him on this blog but he needs a mention just to clarify that everyone’s fucking aware that he’s a Slytherin

Louis Bloom - oooohhhhh I mean can anyone fight me on putting him in Slytherin I mean he’s just so very cunning and... slimy?? Is that the word I’m looking for?? I mean he’s just the definition of a Slytherin tbh

Donnie Darko - I mean he’s just so smart that he HAS to be a Ravenclaw right?? Like the thing about his character (other than being the softest lil bean) is how smart he is, right?? His friends constantly bring it up, they mention his test scores all the time right?? So I mean he’s just gotta be Ravenclaw 🤷🏼‍♀️

Robert Graysmith - HES THE FUCKING DEFINITION OF HUFFLEPUFF OKAY???? DONT FIGHT ME ON THIS

Dr David Jordan - shit man, I mean gut reaction was Ravenclaw but then I also... I mean he could be Gryffindor right?? With the self sacrifice play at the end and the desperation to keep his friends safe the whole time, I’m just torn between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor tbh

Detective David Loki - again I’m a little conflicted between Gryffindor and Slytherin this time but I am definitely leaning towards Gryffindor for him just because of the end bit yknow? In the hospital with the kids it’s just such a Gryffindor moment man

Jamie Randall - you cant change my mind on this okay but Jamie’s a pureblood that insisted he would be a Gryffindor or Ravenclaw and ended up in Hufflepuff bc he’s a soft bean inside okay??

Edward Sheffield - Hes a Ravenclaw man. He’s so smart yknow, but not in the conventional way. But he is so so smart so don’t fight me on this

Jack Twist - I know I don’t write for him but he’s so FUCKING VALID and I LOVE HIM SO MUCH and he just DESERVES HAPPINESS OKAY but Jack is also a Hufflepuff bless his soul I love him

Make It Weird Monday

#Make It Weird Monday #jake gyllenhaal #quentin beck #louis bloom #donnie darko #robert graysmith #dr david jordan #detective loki #jamie randall #edward sheffield #hogwarts!AU #jack twist

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We Don’t Deserve Love (Stefan Butler x Reader) (Bandersnatch)

A/N: MY FIRST SMUT EVER OMGGGGG!!!! GAAASSSSP! So this is based on a request someone made a short time ago. The title and parts of the imagine are based on an Arcade Fire song of the same name. Go check it out its a BOP! I figured you all deserved some smut so I WROTE ITTTT!!! I hope it’s okay. Colin fluff and Stefan fluff will be released soon! And then Donnie Darko, and then Catcher in the Rye. (Unless a request REALLY speaks to me, then things may change) Okay... ENJOY!!!

Summary: You and Stefan have your first real fight, but it ends rather well...if ya know what I mean...(aka MEGA smut AHEAD!)

Warnings: SMUUUUTTT! angst, LOTS OF LANGUAGE, au...

Word Count: 2,053 ;)

The sun sets peacefully over South London as you walk back to your flat. Oranges, purples, yellows and reds stretch across the sky, each color fighting for dominance, yet failing to do so. Instead, the colors smoothly blend together, coexisting despite their differences. Soft, thin, clouds dance in front of the vibrant colors, some trailing behind, taking on the appearance of the sky behind it, others continuing on, remaining white.

It had been such a stressful day. People in your office bothered you constantly, critiquing your most recent work. You worked as an author for a company. You loved your job, it had been your dream ever since you were a child. Unfortunately, your co-workers loved to act as though they knew everything about literature.

“I mean, this is a joke right? Come on, (Y/N), you’re practically plagiarizing Austen!” That was just one of the comments you received today.

And it was a compliment compared to all the others. You try your best to shake off the events of the day as you approach the steps to your building.

You rush up the stairs to your flat, wanting to get inside and forget about all your troubles.

Maybe Stefan is making me dinner, you think to yourself, trying to see the bright side of your terrible day.

You approach the door to your flat, and push down on the handle. The door opens, which means that Stefan must be home.

Sadly, there’s no delicious scent coming from the kitchen. The lights are off, and you see Stefan standing by the huge, open window opposite the door, staring down at the city below him.

“Stefan?” You whisper softly. You know that he gets like this sometimes, depressed, angry, filled with guilt, but something felt off. Something felt wrong this time.

You walk over to him slowly, stepping through your living room. You avoid hitting into your maplewood coffee table, and successfully make it past the large, navy couch. You step closer to the window.

Stefan’s reflection shows in the window. His eyes are bloodshot and puffy, most likely from hours of crying. Worry fills your gut.

“Stefan, are you-,” He cuts you off, whipping around to turn towards you.

“We need to talk, (Y/N)” Stefan croaks. His brown, fluffy hair is a mess. His pale skin lacks the shine it usually holds. He’s disheveled, and looks sleep deprived. You look into his deep green eyes, searching for some sort of an answer, but there is none.

“I’d sure say so.” You wanted, no needed to know what was going on his mind at that moment. Stefan moves over to the navy love seat adjacent to the couch. He sits down, placing his head in his hands.

“I-I, I don’t d-deserve you,” Stefan says, refusing to look up at you.

“That’s impossib-,”

“Let me finish!” Stefan shouts, cutting you off, staring angrily at you. You furrow your brows. Where the hell was this coming from? “You would be so much happier without me. I’m a burden to you.”

You shake your head. How could he actually believe that? You think to yourself. Stefan makes you happier than anyone else can.

“You’re not a burden, Stefan. And you never will be,” You say calmly, trying to keep your cool. “You make me so amazingly happy. Why are you thinking like this, what happened?”

Stefan pulls at his earlobe anxiously. You want nothing more than for Stefan to calm down. Yet, he doesn’t. He begins to shake his leg up and down, staring into the beige wall behind you, saying absolutely nothing.

“I love you, and I can guarantee to you that I will love you forever.” Your voice is reassuring and warm. You stare up at Stefan lovingly, and you two meet each other’s gaze for a second, until he quickly turns his head away from you, avoiding your eyes.

“B-but I don’t deserve to be loved by you, (Y/N). I don’t deserve love at all,” Stefan states matter of factly, looking back out the window. You look out as well, noticing that the once vivid colors of the sunset faded into a grey mess. The once small, thin, white clouds grew large, dark and menacing.

“This is ridiculous, what are you trying to say?” You shout this time, turning back to look at the brown haired boy, completely irritated with everything that he is saying.

“You’re too good for me. Don’t you get it? Don’t you see it?” Stefan stands up now, his voice is wild with emotion. “I’m holding you back. You should be some best selling author already. Bloody hell, you should be married to some fucking rich bloke by now!” Stefan’s face is bright red from all of his screaming. Tears begin to fill your eyes. You try your hardest to fight them back.

“Bullshit!” You yell at the top of your lungs. “If I wanted that, I’d have that. I want you, Stefan, open your eyes!” The tears free themselves from your eyes, and slide down your cheeks.

A moment of silence falls upon the room. After a few seconds, Stefan quietly chimes in.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” he says, sitting back down on the couch.

“Well I fucking do.” God you’re mad. You can’t comprehend the idea of not loving Stefan, or not being with him. “Stefan, I want to-, no I need to be with you. You are all I need in my life. You deserve all the love in the world.” You pause, putting your head in your hands for a second, trying to collect your thoughts.

“No, you deserve more than that,” you continue on, looking back towards Stefan. “I’m not leaving you, I refuse to leave you. Don’t ever think you aren’t enough for me! It’s bullshit, and so is this damn argument!”

You storm out of the living room, tears streaming down your cheeks at free will. You make a line for your bedroom.

Is this really it? You think to yourself, reaching your hand towards the door to your room.

What if he…what if he breaks up with me?

Suddenly, a set of hands grab your waist, spinning you around. Stefan stares down at you.

“Fine, (Y/N)! You win!” Stefan shouts, holding you in place for a second, not allowing you to move. “I’m deathly afraid… t-t-to…” He trails off nervously.

“To what?” You whisper firmly. You wanted to know why he was acting this way.

“T-t-to lose you.” Stefan’s voice is hoarse. His emerald eyes shine, even in your dark apartment. There’s something so spectacular in those eyes of his, yet also something so torn and damaged.

Then, you quickly realize what all of this is about. Stefan had lost his mother, the one thing he loved more than anything else in this world.

Now, he fears the same thing will happen with you, that he’ll lose the very thing he loves more than anything else in the world. The universe, even.

Stefan steps closer to you, closing the gap that separated you from him. He rests his forehead down against yours. You bring a hand to his cheek.

“You never will,” You say back to him. Stefan’s eyes light up with a jolt of intensity that you had never seen before.

His lips come crashing down on yours. The kiss is languid and passionate. You feel every muscle in his once tense body relax. Slowly, his tongue swipes across your lips, asking for permission to enter. You let him in, enjoying the sensation of his tongue dancing with yours.

Stefan’s hands drift up and down your body as he pushes you up against the wall behind you. He grabs at your waist, slowly making his way down to your bottom, squeezing softly.

The tension of the past few minutes replaces itself with warmth and a longing that no one else could ever make you feel.

You wanted Stefan.

No.

You needed him.

You hum in desperation, and Stefan quickly picks up on this. Without breaking the kiss, he lifts you while your back is pressed up against the wall. You wrap your legs around his waist, and he carries you into the bedroom.

Stefan places you on the end of the bed and crouches down. He unzips your jeans, and slowly peels them off of you, right leg, and then left. He pushes your panties to the side, but looks into your eyes for permission before going any further.

“Please, Stefan,” You whimper. He smirks, knowing the hold he has on you. Stefan begins to toy with your clit, speeding up with each second that goes by. Then, to your dismay, he stops.

“Wha-,” But before you can say anything, he slips a finger into your opening. “Oh my g-god.”

“Y-you like that?” Stefan says, slipping in another finger.

“Y-y-yes,” You whimper, writhing under his touch. Stefan picks up his pace, his fingers going in and out of your wet lips quicker and quicker.

You grind against his touch, wanting more of him. Stefan brings his thumb to your clit, adding more and more pressure. You were going to come any minute now, as the combined stimulation was far too overwhelming to bare.

And that face, that sexy smirk, You think to yourself, could send you over the edge by itself.

You feel your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach as his fingers reach deeper inside you. “I’m going to…”

“Let go, love,” Stefan coos. You do as he says, your walls fluttering around your fingers, coming undone.

Stefan seemed incredibly soft and innocent, but it was moments like these that proved to be the exception to that rule.

“S-stefan,” You whine, looking down at the bulge in his jeans, wishing that he’d just take you already. He stands up, undoes his belt, and then slips out of his pants.

You stare at him, your core aching for his touch. Stefan walks towards you, pulling his boxers down. He takes his throbbing member into his hand, and lines it up with your opening.

He looks deep into your eyes, licking his lips.

Stefan groans as he thrusts his cock deep inside you.

“Stefan! Fuck!” Profanities are all you can muster as your walls flutter around him, adjusting to his length. Stefan waits a minute, and then looks at you again, as if to ask you if you were okay. You nod to him in response.

Stefan begins rocks his hips with yours, pushing in and out of you. You feel so full, so good.

“Y-you feel amazing,” Stefan says, taking a fistful of your hair in his hands.

“Harder, please,” You cry out, begging for more. Stefan does as you request, and his thrusts become deeper, more intense. His hand reaches down towards your clit, rubbing slow circles there. It was overwhelming.

“I’m-I’m going to…” Stefan trails off, breathing heavily.

“M-me too,” You mutter. God he made you feel so good. Your walls clench around his hard cock, and you feel yourself coming undone.

“S-stefan!” You cry out, finally coming around his

“F-fuck…” Stefan says, coming to the sound of you screaming his name. He absolutely loved how it sounded. He slows his hips, pulling out of you.

You two fall on the bed. Stefan pulls you into his arms, your head resting on his chest.

“You’re so beautiful,” Stefan says, playing with your hair. “I’m so sorry about before. I-I just lost it.”

“Stefan, you deserve so much love. You are more than enough for me, never forget that,” You say, gazing lovingly into his eyes.

“I’m so sorry if I hurt you,” he pauses. “I’m just so in love with you. I-I-I…” Stefan struggles to finish his thought .

“You don’t have to worry, I’m not going anywhere. You know why?” You ask him. He shakes his head. “Because I’m just so in love with you,” You say, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck.

You rest your head back on his chest, planting one final kiss on his collar bone. Stefan pulls the covers over the two of you, and you close your eyes, now feeling at peace.

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Nowhere (1997)

Directed by Gregg Araki

Doomsy’s Rating: 97/100 (on my Great Films list!)

This is it right here. The last word on queer cinema as far as I’m concerned. A masterpiece of life, exuberance, queerness, and exhilarating punk rebellion. You could pick any single scene in Nowhere, the stunning peak of underground cinema pioneer Gregg Araki’s legendary career. This is probably one of the weirdest, coolest pieces of film ever made, celebrating everything of the marginalized outside in elaborate set designs, insane editing, and a fantastic ensemble cast of young 90s actors. We follow Dark (James Duval, of Donnie Darko fame) and his group of friends as they spend a day battling depression, existing in a state of aimlessness, buying CDs, getting high, eating fattening foods, contemplating suicide, dealing with alien abductions, which all culminates in the biggest party in town.

Araki’s direction here and vision is just unbelievably imaginative. The film audaciously opens with a surreal scene with Dark masturbating in his shower to Slowdive’s “Avalyn” while we cut between visual representations of his innermost, kinky fantasies, brought together in a Lynchian style of colourful rooms, fleshy sexual energy, and atmospheric drone. After this, we’re treated to endless scene after scene of angst, rage, and depression, all illustrated through one crazy room after the next. Just look at some of these sets!

I mean seriously! Nowhere is one of those movies you watch and afterwards you go “Where the fuck has this film BEEN all my life?” Every single shot is beautifully composed, framed, and blocked to perfection. The script is full of snappy one-liners, which while initially off-putting, are perfectly understandable when you view them in the light of the desperate resistance the characters show to a society that is violently forcing them to conform to their obnoxious standards. There are several background characters which are satirical representations of various cultural stereotypes (John Ritter is a a lunatic televangelist who seems to brainwash some of the characters, Jaason Simmons of Baywatch fame is a morally ambiguous teen idol, and Shannon Doherty, Rose McGowan and Traci Lords are ridiculously stupid valley girls) and their ostentatious personas are representative of the fates of those who sit and accept a straight, monogamous society’s pressures.

Without a doubt, Nowhere is one of the most important films of the 1990s, and for its extremely tight budget and structure ($900,000 and 78 minutes), it manages to accomplish so much with so little. It’s a film that is genuinely open-minded and loves its characters, no matter what their sexualities or identities or proclivities are, or even when they can’t even love themselves. The final ten minutes, after all the insanity that has come before, are quiet, tender, and emotionally satisfying, and even the final “fuck-you” of the film has a purpose beyond a stinger. It’s films like these the LGBT community needs, more so than the cishet-gazed mainstream pandering bullshit we’ve unfortunately grown accustomed to. There was a time when the pioneers braved the unknown to make films that needed to exist, despite all the obstacles. Gregg Araki fought tooth and nail for proper queer representation in his films and this is one of his most crowning achievements.

Sadly, most of Gregg Araki’s films before 2000 are rather hard to find due to copyright issues with his eclectic soundtracks, in most of which he (in true punk fashion) says fuck you to record companies and liteally in the credits says: “Buy the independently-released soundtrack album or we will fucking pee on you”. ?And what a soundtrack this has! Slowdive, Catherine Wheel, Chemical Brothers, 311, Radiohead, Ride, Curve, Marilyn Manson, Nine Inch Nails and more all make well-used appearances. It’s basically a rundown of the best of 90s alternative music, punctuated by scene changes between songs (i.e. where one song plays in the background of one scene, and then cuts to another scene where a different song is playing, and they will intercut back and forth), creating a kaleidoscopic wall of sound. Nowhere is just a beautiful and amazing film that celebrates life in the most spectacular fashion. Please see it if you’re queer, it’s legit like the best film ever. Also, afterwards please join in the movement to get this a DVD release.

Watched on YouTube.

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“Disturbing images”: our experience of filming

For the course of Visual Anthropology my group and I decided to a short documentary film about a group of vegan activists in Budapest “Ok3″. They organize performances in subway underground once in two or three weeks and called them “The cube of truth”. Our previous ideas were both connected with going outside the country to Romania or Austria to film cemeteries. Unfortunately, we faced significant challenges in realization of idea. Even it’s quite easy to get to Vienna, the way to Maramureș, a little town in Romania clos to Ukrainian border , was a tricky one to figure out. No public transport was available between Budapest and this town, the only possible solution is to make an interchange at Cluj, what can overcomplicate the whole trip management. None of us had driving license to drive directly to the place. Another limitation connected with the distance was time management: having multiple deadlines requires us to be productive every day and plan everything accordingly. It’s evident that in case something can go wrong during the trip we won’t have another chance to go to Romania and try once more. Another idea was to create a documentary based on souvenir production in Vienna Central Cemetery, what we desperately tried to organize. However we had to arrange our visit before in order cemetery stuff will be able to speak with us, so we tried to connect with them via email and telephone calls. They didn’t respond, what was really disappointing for me, because I was devoted to this idea with all my heart.

So, moving to our final topic, how did we found it? The idea to film vegan movement came up from Jenia. Once she met them doing a performance in Ors veser tere station and approached them to talk. She is vegan and this group of people sharing her values in a country that is quite conservative in that issue (we couldn’t find vegan food in supermarkets that easy as it was in Vienna the previous semester). Next day Jenia suggested to me and Samira to consider this idea and prioritize it. We found an organizer on Facebook and wrote to him for establishing our visit and filming their next “cube”.

Speaking about the performance itself: three or four people are standing in square, carrying laptops and demonstrating footage from animal farms and slaughterhouses. The shooting is violent, and even while filming the first “cube” at Astoria I came closer with a camera to film what they were showing, it was stressful and disturbing. Participants stand with laptops and signs “Watch the video” and “Disturbing images”, also the music is playing on the background. I only remember one song that was playing among the others, Gary Jules - Mad world from movie “Donnie Darko”. Members were wearing masks of Guy Fawkes, the Anonymous, so when people around came closer to see the screen participants weren’t bothered by close gaze (I hope it helps anyway). On the other side of performance, a member was standing by the little table presenting leaflets about “Ok3″, “Anonymous for the voiceless” (another group of vegan activists in Hungary that collaborates with our heroes of the movie), and the veganism as a movement itself.

Before the outbreak of COVID-19 we had almost all footage needed for the film, except two past interviews. We filmed two performances in underground, vegan market and an interview with organizator. Well, let’s see how it goes!

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5,000 question survey series--part thirty-seven

3501. Is 'no glove, no love' your STRICT policy? Virgin here, but yeah it would be.

3502. What is the best Epic movie (examples of epics: ben-her, gone with the wind, last temptation of christ)?/ So, I’m dumb and thought you meant “epic” as in “awesome”, but something was telling me that you meant it in a different way, so I had to Google it. Apparently, if anyone else doesn’t know, it’s a style of movie that usually focuses on an heroic character. Google it if you want to know more, but yeah. Anyway, I saw a list of top Epic films and saw Forrest Gump was on there, so I’ll choose that. 3503. Finish the sentance. Hey, Hey we're the: People say we: But we're too busy: The time to hesitate is: You're too: It's a nice day to: start again. 3504. Have you ever had 'missing time'? It does seem like you lose time and it just slips away. I certainly feel that way. 3505. Have you ever sent an electronic greeting? Waaaaay back in the AOL days I sometimes send those electronic greeting cards.

3512. Was there a time when you were younger and it took less to get you excited? Oh, definitely. As a kid I was easily pleased and entertained and actually enjoyed doing things. Getting McDonald’s or something was exciting. What did it take then? Not much. What does it take now? A lot. :/ Even when it’s something I do like and enjoy, I just don’t have that spark anymore. Getting food isn’t even exciting anymore. 3513. Remember learning to write in elementary school? Yeah.

We spend 2 years learning to print..then they throw that out the window and teach kids cursive. Why? They don’t throw it out the window. We learned cursive in addition to print.

If cursive is so important and easy to read then why aren't books printed in cursive? It’s just a nicer looking print used more for things like our signature. Why aren't cursive computer fonts more popular? I don’t know, man. Not something I’ve thought about. Why do buisness forms always say 'please print'? Because it’s more legible than cursive typically. That’s just how it is okay I don’t knowww. Schools are so preoccupied with teaching kids the complicated but traditional skill of cursive writing that more emphasis is put on that than on teaching kids how to clearly express their ideas through writing. I move that cursive writing become a jr. high school elective instead of a grammer school priority. Who's with me? I don’t know what it’s like in schools now, but for me I remember learning it, but I don’t remember it being such a big deal. 3514. Can you think of anything else (besides cursive writing) that is unhelpful, or unuseful, yet traditional and unquestioned? What? I’m sure there’s a lot of things, but I don’t feel like coming up with any. 3515. Name one female celebrity who you would guess wears size ___ clothing: 0? 5? 12? 16? 20? 3516. Have you ever been to a place where the restrooms were named in a clever way rather than just saying men's and woman's? I've seen Hens and Roosters, Bart and Lisa, Dudes and Babes...what have you seen? I’ve heard of places that do that, but I don’t think I’ve ever been to one. 3517. What is the 'message' or 'point behind': Fight Club? Donnie Darko? AI? Minority Report? Solaris? A Walk to Remember? You've Got Mail? 3518. have you seen, and what are your thoughts about these movies: Drumline? The Hot Chick? I think it’s funny. Maid in Manhattan? It’s cute. Star Trek: Nemesis? About Schmidt? Evelyn? The Guys? Intacto? The Jimmy Show? The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers? Gangs of New York? Two Weeks Notice? The Wild Thornberrys Movie? I wasn’t into that cartoon much as a kid. Smokers Only? Treasure Planet? The Santa Clause 2? It’s cute, but The Santa Clause will always be the best. 3519. START this sentance: ....and I think to myself, what a wonderful world." Something about seeing trees of green and red roses bloom.

3520. What is: insanity? Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. normal? Common, typical among a large group of people. Things can be considered normal for individuals, too. farenheit? Unit to measure temperature.

3521. Tell us about yourself in the third person for a bit: This girl really needs to get her shit together cause she’s a mess. 3522. If someone breaks a law, should they be punished if they did not know it was a law? It can be difficult to prove if they did or not, but that’s why in certain circumstances people are just given a warning.

3523. If it's so much easier to learn languages when we are very young (and it is, something to do with the developing brain) why do they wait until jr high and high school to teach them? *shrug* 3524. Name a band you sort of like: You are wearing that band's t-shirt in a store. SUDDENLY some guy you don't know comes up to you and goes, "Hey! You like (insert name of the band here)??!!" This is obviously a really stupid question because if you didn't like them you wouldn't be wearing the t-shirt. Your witty reply is: 3525. If you were organizing cd's in a music store what section would you put each of the following in (don't forget the 'bargain bin' section!): Blink182 Depech Mode Weezer Led Zeppelin The Doors Avril Lavigne Nelly Manfred Mann Iggy Pop Pink Floyd Guns N Roses Shakira Britny Spears Tool Ozzy Osbourne Madonna The Rolling Stones The Beatles Motley Crue Bon Jovi 3526. Does coffee stimulate your mind or body more? It takes off some of the edge, and I really just love coffee, so I guess I’d say my mind cause it doesn’t do much at all for the tiredness anymore.

3527. Can you do 'six degrees of seperation' to anyone famous? Nope.

3528. What's the oddest thing in your home? *shrug*

3529. Do you find it odd when people who are not handicapped use the handicapped stall: in the bathroom? Some parents use it if they have a small child with them. in the parking lot? There’s a stall in the parking lot? ha. It’s pretty messed up when people who genuinely don’t need it use it and take the place from someone who genuinely does. People need to keep in mind; though, that handicapped doesn’t just mean “wheelchair user.” People assume if they’re not in a wheelchair then they don’t need that parking spot and that’s not always the case. 3530. Do you sometimes find yourself talking to yourself? I call it thinking out loud. My mind is a jumbled mess and it helps me sort out things sometimes.

Do you answer yourself back? I don’t have conversations with myself, I just think things out loud.

3531. In your head do you call yourself 'I' or 'you' or both? I refer to myself as “I.”

3532. What is the best excuse for why you haven't done your homework? I don’t have any cause I’m not in school anymore.

3533. Someone tells you 'well there are black people, and then there are n*ggers'. What do you think? Wow, wtf. I’d think “racist” first of all. 3534. Does culture shape behavior or does behavior shape culture? Both.

3535. What determines whether a person will be: A lot of different factors contribute to these things. intelligent? pretty? happy? sucessful? 3536. What is social loafing? When people put in less effort when they’re in a group. What is groupthink? Conforming to the rest of the group.

3537. I have an idea. let's change the english language by making the words fewer, shorter and more concise. What do ya think? Not sure how you’d go about that. Sounds like a lot of work.

3538. What are the physical symptoms of: joy? Smiling, that feeling of butterflies in your stomach, rapid heart rate. fear? Rapid heart rate, sweating, stomach in knots feeling, trouble breathing. shame? Anger, rage, anxiety, crying. 3539. Here's the scenerio...your little eight year old brother is hangin out in the house when you come in..and catch him watching the playboy channel! What do you do/say? I’d quickly switch the channel and ask what he was doing.

He says, "Why can't I watch this?" What is your response? It’s not appropriate for kids. Watch cartoons. Why do you respond that way? Because I don’t think a child should watch that stuff. I wouldn’t freak out on him, but I’d explain it’s just not appropriate. Then if he had questions he could go to my parents, ha.

3540. Who REALLY has a higher sex drive, girls or guys? Really depends on the person. How can you tell? 3541. are you usually carefree? Ha. Haha. Hahahaha. Good one. 3542. Do you generally prefer reading to meeting people? Yes. 3543. Do you often long for excitement? I mean, a break in the mundane routine is nice. 3544. Are you mostly quiet when you are with others? Depends. 3545. Do you often do things spur of the moment/ Nope. 3546. Are you slow an unhurried in the way you move? No. I know people like that and it can be annoying.

3547. Would you do almost anything for a dare? Nope. I’m a lame-o. 3548. Do you hate being in a crowd who plays jokes on one another? Playful joking and goofing around is fun. Unless that’s all they do and they’re just annoying and obnoxious about it to where it’s not fun anymore. 3549. Do you enjoy wild parties? Nope.

3550. Have you ever paid for something priced more than $5.00 in only change? Noo.

3551. Is rascism still a big part of our culture? Yes. You’re in denial if you think it doesn’t still exist. 3552. A drawing was shown to a person. The drawing showed a black man in a buisness suit standing next to a white man holding a razor. The person who saw this drawing was white and was asked to describe it to a second white person who had not seen it, who described it to a third, and so on. By the end of six rounds the final report often placed the razor in the hand of the black man and it is claimed he is waving it threateningly. What do you think of thiss? There’s a whole test and study on this type of thing. I remember discussing it in one of my psych courses. 3553. How many famous people cxan you name who committed sucicide?> Too many. :( 3554. Do you have OCD? No. 3555. Are you more anxious or relaxed? Very anxious. Insecure or secure? Very insecure. Socialble or with drawn? Very withdrawn. Original or conventional? Hmm. 3556. Are you more emotional or calm? Emotional. self pitying or content? Self-pitying. Fun loving or sober? You can be fun loving and sober... Imaginative or down to earth? Both. 3557. Are you more Friendly or aloof? I’m polite and friendly, but I’m not like outgoing and sociable. adventurous or cautious? Cautious. Broad or narrow when it comes to interests? Broad. recptive or closed to new ideas? I’m open to hearing new ideas and opinions. I don’t have to agree, but it doesn’t mean I’m not open to hearing them. 3558. Are you more good natured or irratble? I’m an irritable person. soft hearted or ruthless? Soft hearted. well organized or disorganized? Disorganized with life. Dependable or undependable? I used to think I was dependable, but I wouldn’t say that now. 3559. Are you more courteous or rude/ I’m courteous. sympathetic or tough minded/ I can be both. hardworking or lazy? I have no motivation or drive anymore. ambitious or easy going? Generally pretty easy going. I try to be. Anxiety Inscurity Emotionalism and Self Pity are traits of a neurotic personality. Sociable, fun loving, friendly and adventurous are traits of an extraverted personality. orignality, imaginative, broad interests, and receptive are traits of an Open personality. Good natured, soft hearted, courteous, and sympathetic are traits of an agreeable personality. Well organized, dependable, hardworking and ambitious are traits of a conscientious personality. 3560. Do men and woman have little or a lot in common? Depends on the people. A woman or man could have a lot in common, but that same woman or man could have little to nothing in common with another woman or man. It all just depends. 3561. Do you feel like any of the teachers you've ever had have REALLY cared about educating you to think for yourself? Yes. I had a version of Mr. Feeney. Do you tend to try harder if they DO care? It makes a huge difference when the teacher genuinely wants to teach and help you. 3562. Have you ever been stereotyped? Yeah. As what? For my disability. 3563. Have you ever been dsicriminated against? No. For what? 3564. How often is your school and/or job closed due to weather? Done with school, no job. 3565. Who do you know that you believe does not masturbate? I don’t care to know. 3566. Does a cloned human being have a soul? Watch Pet Semetery or something of the sort and see what you think. ha.

Why or why not? You can’t clone the outside, but they’re not going to be the same person. That’s just not something you can clone. A lot of factors go into making a person who they are. 3567. Finish the sentance: As the world turns..I only have one concern...that: I don’t know. 3568. What group in history has been the most oppressed? All groups have. 3569. Have you read any biographies? Yeah. Whose? I’ve read several for school. 3570. What are you obsessed with? I’m not obsessed with a person, but I do love me some Alexander Skarsgard. ;) 3571. Break out your decoder ring..(no hints this time)! t3ii9 8 i9f3 697 29h5 697 53ii j3 6974 hqj3? 3572. Do you crack your: knuckes? Yes. neck? Yes. back? No.

other? Yeah, my arms and wrists. 3573. Of the following powers which 2 would you pick for yourself? The ability to fly, breathe under water, turn invincible, change into animals, freeze and restart time, never gain weight unless you want to, heal people with your touch, have orgasms that last for an hour Fly and restart time. 3574. Do you chew your penciles and pens? No. 3575. Can you tell the exact point where your back ends and your butt begins? Yeah? 3576. When you are bored do you picture everyone eround you naked? No. 3577. What are some great holiday gift ideas for Depends entirely on the person. You really have a tendency to group people and generalize.

guys: girls: 3578. Who looks better naked, men or woman? That depends on your preference. 3579. Do you sit in chairs or fall into them? I’m always sitting. 3580. Has anyone ever: screamed your name during sex? moaned your name during sex? 3581. Hershey's kisses: mint, almond, hugs, plain. other? Mint, plain, and the candy cane ones. 3582. What's the best slurpee flavor? I used to always get Coke and cherry together. I haven’t had a Slurpee in years, though. 3583. What are five movies that you think someone would have to be living under a rock in iceland to not have seen? The Marvel and DC movies, honestly. 3584. Of these words, which ones are funny: beets? cumquat? pit? Piss-capades? fuzzy? What are some other funny words? 3585. Do you give good massages? I’ve never given one. 3586. What songs have been 'stuck' in your head? Nothing at the moment. 3587. What don't most people know about your job? I don’t have a job. 3588. Is there anything you won't say unless someone else says it first? Initiate most conversations apart from my family. 3589. Do you need a little chrsitmas? I still have my decorations up in my room... ha. 3590. Fake or real tree? Real. 3591. Is your refridgerator running? Yeah. You know what to do. Nah, I don’t feel like running after it. 3592. How can you explain when there are few words you can choose? What. 3593. Who can it be now? I wonder who they’re talking about in that song. 3594. Where HAS Joe Dimaggio gone? *shrug* And why does our nation turn it's eys to him? 3595. How often do you get headaches? Maybe a handful a month. It varies. 3596. Have you ever woen fake eyelashes? Yeah. 3597. What could you spend 24 hours ina row doing? I don’t know. 3598. Is it Friday yet? It’s Sunday. 3599. Do you remember There was a time (ahaha) when people on the street were walking hand in hand in hand?/ 3600. Do you talk to inanimate objects? When they’re not functioning properly. Do you try to get them to answer you? ...No. Have they ever answered you? Uh, no. I’d be extremely freaked out if it did.

#I end up skipping so many questions cause they're just so wtf #and I'm lazy #personal #text #survey #surveys #5000 question survey

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hi el! i took the test (i assume u saw since i actually bothered to put my real name) say anything... sounds really good and i did not mind at all that you rambled in the answer :) it's going on my priority watchlist and i will watch it when i need a good light-hearted movie! also what was the heist pick i must knowww

hi celie!! i’m glad the say anything description worked, the others are much more coherent but i just love that movie so it got special treatment (i tried to pitch donnie darko, my all time favorite, as best as possible because i feel like that movie’s reputation turns people off from it and i desperately hope it worked). the heist movie is a BIT of a cheat because i added the heist option before adding this movie, but it’s the brothers bloom! it’s not really a heist movie and more of a con movie, but i feel like the campy yet smart elements that make a heist movie good (imo) are definitely there but it also will make you cry <3 beware

#i’m glad you liked the quiz!! it was very fun to make :D #the brothers bloom is tied with whiplash for the lowest stats which is heartbreaking #both are very good movies #celie tag #maarisacoulter #ask #(also: lobe you too <3)

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And I’ll Be The Sky And You Be The Bird... Part 3: (FP jones x Original Character).

** Inspired by this song **

As we sat on the bleachers for lunch the next day, all that was on my mind was FP.

I cursed myself for starting this but at the same time, I didn’t regret.

I felt immense guilt though, especially for Jughead. He was one of my closest friends, we had a lot in common and I was also tight with Betty.

I wasn’t fond of sneaking around but it was my life, it was my choice.

“Who’s up for the drive in tonight?” Kevin asked, plopping down next to me and throwing an arm around my shoulder.

“I guess that’d be cool, I don’t have work tonight.”

“Sounds great, what do you think Archikins?” Veronica inquired, nudging her boyfriend who was in a world of his own.

“I’m up for it, I’ll borrow my dad’s truck and pick you up.” He told her.

“Do you, Betty and Jug wanna hop in my car? I’ll drive us.” Kevin suggested and I nodded, taking a gulp of my water and wiping the sweat off my brow.

“What’s playing.” Jughead wondered, stealing some of his girlfriends lunch.

“The breakfast club, a true classic.” Kevin sighed happily and Ronnie squealed, clapping her hands.

“It’s not that good.” I chuckled, pulling my phone out from the back pocket of my shorts as I felt it vibrate.

“How dare you speak such words!” Veronica gasped, her perfectly manicured hand over her heart.

I rolled my eyes and glanced down at my phone, noticing a notification of a text message. I bit my lip and briefly looked up before I opened the message, just incase there were any wondering eyes.

From: FP Jones Recieved: 12:24

Good afternoon, any reason you’ve been ignoring my messages all day?

I hastily closed the message, leaving it to lie with the other few that he’d sent me today. I wasn’t ready to talk to him yet, my head had been spinning from the moment we kissed and I was unsure of my next move.

I locked my iphone and shoved it back into my pocket, refocusing on the group conversation.

“Hi there, losers!” A snooty voice chiden in, a certain red head making herself know as she stood before us in her iconic cheerleading outfit.

“What’s up, Cheryl?” Betty sighed, leaning into her boyfriends side as Cheryl admired her red claws.

“I couldn’t help but overhear that you’re going to the drive in tonight and I thought you’d all appreciate my company, obviously.”

“You bet.” I replied sarcastically and she glared at me in distaste, to which I couldn’t help but grin back.

“You can pick me up at seven, Archie.” She informed him, before strutting away back to the vixens.

“There’s only one Cheryl Blossom.” Jughead spoke to which we all noded in agreement.

“Thank god.” Archie grumbled, staring after the red head.

Lunch flew by and soon we were sitting in our last few lessons, the hours passing by slower than ever.

But thankfully, the school day did eventually come to an end and before I knew it, I was sat in my car, ready to head home.

I only lived a short distance away from Riverdale high, a few streets from the auto shop, so everything I needed was a nice convenience away and easily accessible.

I flicked the the stereo on as I pulled out of the parking lot, my phone was connected to my car so my own music blared out of the speakers.

I shoved my sunglasses on my face and wound all my windows down, there was something comforting about doing this and it gave me a chance to cool down since the summer heat was stifling.

The ride was brief, just how I liked things.

“Hey, Mom.” I called out as I entered my house after I’d parked my Mini in the driveway, kicking off my shoes and padding into the kitchen.

“Have a good day, baby?” She asked as she kissed my head, avoiding touching me as she was in the middle of prepping dinner for this evening.

“As good as it gets.” I chuckled, opening the fridge door for a can of soda to quench my thirst.

“It’s chicken and greens for dinner tonight, love.” Mom told me, continuing to add spices and herbs to the chicken that she was just about to place in the oven.

“Actually, Mom. I won’t be home for dinner tonight, I’m going to the movies.” I replied, taking a large gulp of my soda.

“With a boy?” She gasped, almost delighted.

“Sure, why not.” I confirmed, wanting to have a little fun with her.

“What’s he like? Is he handsome? Do I know him?” She fired at me, her words coming out so fast that I could just about understand her.

“He’s so handsome.” I exaggerated and her eyes brightened at the thought of her loner daughter finally having a love interest but little did she know, her little girl was out kissing men twice her age.

“I can’t wait to meet him!”

At this point I couldn’t contain my laughter and had to make sure I swallowed the rest of my drink before it went everywhere.

“Don’t get too excited, I’m only messing with you. He’s as gay as can be, Mom.”

“I assume you mean Kevin Keller then, the sheriffs son.” She shot at me, returning to her meal prep.

“Yep.” I confirmed, exiting the kitchen to retreat to my room before he picked me up in a few hours.

“You had my hopes up then, Liv!” She called after me as I strolled up the stairs, rolling my eyes at the mind of my mother.

I’m not sure why she wanted me to find a boyfriend so desperately, I partly believe it’s because she’d met my dad by now at this age. It was great that it worked out for her, but I had different plans for my life.

I collapsed back onto my bed, throwing my empty soda in can into the trash near my desk. I stared up at the ceiling of my still new room, questioning my day.

The thought of the serpent leader ignited a fire within me.

I was well aware that what was going on with FP was wrong and some poeple would probably be grossed out by it, especially Jughead. But I really felt something for him and that confused the hell out me, I’ve said many times that I have no intentions of starting a relationship or catching feelings.

Things with us had moved fast, there was no denying it.

I couldn’t bring myself to stop it because truthfully, I didn’t want to. FP made me feel something so foreign but so good, I felt alive when I was with him. He was funny, experienced and almost as cynical as me. He was really attractive too, those dark eyes and his stubble that drove me insane.

I was afraid though, really scared of what could happen.

I was old enough to be mapping out my own life, but I didn’t want to destroy anyone elses in the process. I valued my newly found friendships, more than anything.

I must have lay on my bed for a good few hour just watching videos on my phone or idly replying to the group chat because I hopped up as I realised that Kevin would probably be here for me in the next hour.

I scrubbed all my make up so that I was able to apply a fresh lot, wanting to look atleast presentable tonight.

I applied my usual foundation, concealer and powder. Also drawing in my eyebrows and adding a coat or two of mascara, finally finishing it off with some contour, highlight and a light layer of lip oil.

Next, I moved onto my hair. I brushed it free of tangles, spraying it over with heat defence spray while I waited for my curling wand to heat up. I wasn’t feeling looking too put together so only loosely curling the blonde strands, brushing them out and fluffing them up so I was left with voluminous waves.

Satisfied with my appearance, I trawled through my wardrobe for something to wear. I settled on some grey jeans and black raglan t-shirt, pulling them on after I’d hazardously thrown my old one’s into the corner in a heap.

I rummaged through my sock drawer for some fresh ones, slipping them on and pulling my trusty converse on.

My phone vibrated from the dressing table, causing a horrible screech as it rubbed against the stained wood.

I peered down at the lit screen and saw an alert from Kevin, notifying me of his prescence outside.

I rushed to grab my bag, making sure I had my wallet and keys to get back in later, knowing that my parents would probably be asleep. Jogging down the stairs, I hurried to shove my bag on my shoulder.

“Bye!” I called out, jumping to the bottom of the stairs and landing with a thud.

“Be careful, darling!” My dad shouted out, now sitting in the kitchen with my mother as he’d probably just finished work.

“Message us if you’re staying out!” My mom yelled and I made a noise before slamming the front door behind me, racing to Kevin’s hatchback.

Jughead and Betty were already looking pretty cosy in the back, his arm thrown around her.

“Long time no see.” I nodded to them, hopping into the passenger set.

“Livv, as trenchant as ever.” Kevin articulated, putting the car into gear and pulling away.

“Have you guys heard from Archie?” Betty asked, leaning between the seats.

“He told me he’d meet us there and to save him a spot next to us, I don’t think he’s particularly pleased about having to go to thorn hill.” Kevin informed us.

“You should of heard Ronnie, she was not a happy bunny.” Jughead chucked nonchalantly.

“I can’t blame her, I wouldn’t be best pleased either.” I voiced, tutting.

“Good job you don’t have a boyfriend to worry about then.” Jug laughed, causing Betty to smack his arm.

“I’ll have you know that being single isn’t a bad thing, you were essentially Donnie Darko before Betty came along, loner.” I asserted which made Betty laugh, Jughead feigned hurt.

“You go girl!” Kevin hollared, high fiving me.

The rest of the journey was filled with more harmless banter and bad car karaoke, it died out as we arrived to the run down landmark, otherwise known as ’The Twilight Drive In’.

Kevin pulled into a designated bay that had the one next to it free, throwing the car into neautral and killing the engine.

I happily removed myself from the vehicle, choosing to leave my bag inside and only keeping my phone on me.

I stretched my legs out, cracking my back.

“What are they doing here?” Kevin asked in disgust, glancing behind me to which I followed.

My mouth almost dropped at the sight of the biker gang as they had set up ready to watch the film or more like disrupt it.

“Unbelievable.” I muttered, watching over as the Serpents trashed the area as FP stood there with a hand in the pocket of his slim jeans and a satisfied grin spread across his sculpted face.

“I told my Dad I was coming here with you guys, he asked me what movie it was and I told him. It’s funny, I never painted him as a John Hughes fan.” Jughead shrugged, helping Betty out of Kevin’s car.

“Yeah, that’s ‘cause he’s fucking not.” I grumbled under my breath, rolling my eyes at FP who’s eyes were set on me.

I scrutinized as he messed around on his phone and I wondered what he could possibly be doing until I felt my own device vibrate in my pocket.

From: FP Jones Recieved: 7:13

Meet me behind the toilets or I’ll come over

My heart started beating at his idle threat but I knew better than to challenge him because I knew that he wasn’t lying, he would come over and direct remarks towards me.

I looked up from my screen to see he’d disappeared, so I shoved my phone back into my pocket.

“I’m going to the toilet before the movie starts, nothing worse than needing the bathroom during a movie.” I excused.

“I’ll come with you, just incase the serpents start.” Betty sighed, tightening her iconic ponytail.

“Give them some credit.” Jughead defended, wearing his own leather jacket with pride.

“I’ll be fine, Betty. I can handle myself, I promise.” I assured her, obviously the last thing I wanted was for her to join me.

She stared at me suspiciously but didn’t press the situation further, only began a detailed conversation with the boys as they awaited the arrival of Archie, Veronica and Cheryl.

I shuffled off towards the bathrooms, sloping past the serpents who let out a few whistles.

With one last glance back I slipped behind the small building of the toilets, treading carefully and keeping a watchful eye out for anyone who could spot me.

I nearly jumped out of my skin as I felt arms wrap around me from behind, unsettled beneath the dim light.

“I’ve missed you, especially since you’ve chosen to ignore all of my messages today.” A familiar voice breathed into my ear, the hairs on the back of my neck rising.

I turned within the grasp of the serpent leader, coming face to face with him.

“I’ve been busy.” I lied and FP made a face at me, narrowing his dark eyes.

“Or just avoiding me.”

“Maybe.”

“I don’t like being ignored, sweetheart.” FP whispered, cupping my face in his large hands.

They were rough, like he had years of experience with them but I couldn’t help but wonder what distasteful acts they’d committed too.

He pushed me roughly against the building, kissing me hard as I responded, quickly wanting more of him.

He pulled away abruptly and I groaned at the loss of contact, my temperature dropping.

“I have gum.” He explained.

My back was still flat against the brick wall as FP discarded him gum before crushing his lips back onto mine and I immediately deepened the kiss.

His hands were tangled in my hair and mine were exploring underneath his t-shirt, I could feel his muscles tense underneath my fingertips and I can’t lie, it was a turn on.

“Come over to my place tomorrow.” FP begged me between sloppy kisses and I moved my head so he had better access to my neck.

“I can’t, I have work.” I stammered out, in complete bliss as he pulled the neck of my raglan down to reveal my collarbones.

“Then come after work.”

He sucked at the bone and I can only guess that he left a mark.

“What about Jughead?” I asked, pushing him away before he got too carried away with the hickies.

“He’s been staying with Archie again, it means he’s closer to Betty.”

“And why do you want me to come over?” I asked, staring deep into his eyes.

“Why do you think I want you to come over?” He retorted.

“I don’t do mind games, FP. You either tell me or you don’t see me, it’s simple.”

“You’re one tough cookie aren’t you?” He tormented, tilting his head downwards.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” I taunted, leaning up to whisper in his ear and bite at his lobe.

“Are you trying to kill me?” He groaned, throwing his head back.

“There’s no doubt in my mind that you’ll see what I’m capable of tomorrow.” I ridiculed, pushing him off me so he stumbled back.

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise.” I threw him a sly grin before dissappearing back into the puublic eye, leaving a bewildered and speechless serpent behind.

I casually stalked back over to the group, seeing that Archie and the girls had now arrived. Archie had parked next to Kevin, with Reggie Mantle and Moose parked on the other free side.

“Liv!” Reggie hollared, whooping at me.

“What’s up, Mantle?” I grinned, fist bumping the jock.

“You know me, babe. Everything!”

I laughed half heartedly at his joke, rolling my eyes.

“I bought snacks!” Veronica gleamed, her hands full of a variety of candy. She shared it out, it was amusing how excited all the teenagers still got at the aspect of sugar.

“You were ages in the bathroom, I thought you’d fell down the toilet or something.” Betty joked, nudging me in the side.

“There was a que.” I lied, avoiding the stare of the blonde.

“Looks pretty dead to me.”

“Well it wasn’t when I was in there, I’m going to get a soda. Want one?” I asked, hurrying to change the subject once more.

Betty nodded, heading over to her boyfriend who was currently devouring a bag of sour patch kids.

I ran my hands through my hair, heading in the direction of the food booth to get myself a drink before the movie started, hoping for no more suspicious with FP activity tonight.

I couldn’t help but wonder though, about what could happen tomorrow at FP’s place.

#fp jones imagine #fp jones #riverdale imagines #jughead jones imagine

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