I just know teen nanami used to chug vodka at the back of the school with Shoko while listening to Taking Back Sunday in his skull candy headphones😭

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I just know teen nanami used to chug vodka at the back of the school with Shoko while listening to Taking Back Sunday in his skull candy headphones😭
Wait, 700 followers?! Celebration time!
(Open on Jaune and Pyrrha standing on the balcony while the Beacon Ball is in full swing)
Pyrrha: Jaune, I can't believe you actually wore a dress to this dance!
Jaune: Well, I realized how stupid I was for assuming you would have a date, and I didn't want you to feel lonely.
Pyrrha: Alright, that's incredibly sweet, but it doesn't explain the dress.
Jaune: I said I'd wear one under these circumstances. I promised you that while we were training on the roof, and I wanted to symbolize that special time we have in a way you will remember. And, they were renting out white dresses by the door in case any girls didn't have one.
Pyrrha: You are being incredibly poetic tonight. Did someone hit you on the head? Because I assure you, I can still kick their butt in this dress.
Jaune: No no, I'm just finally getting some perspective now that all THAT is happening.
Jaune: *he gestures back inside to Weiss and Ruby awkwardly dancing together, seemingly enjoying themselves either way*
Jaune: *chuckles* I guess asking Neptune was a last ditch cling to hetero-normality. Now she's embraced her truest loving self. They look good together.
Pyrrha: ... and that perspective has shown you What, exactly?
Jaune: How amazing you are, how beautiful you look no matter what it is you're doing. How stupid I was to ignore all that.
Pyrrha: ... you're being wax-poetic like I have never seen. Are you sure everything's alright?
Jaune: Oh, no, I saw Emerald spike the punch. I'm most likely intoxicated. But I think that's only helped me truly clear my head about the two of us. What we are. What we should be.
Pyrrha: ...Oh my Oum, are you saying what I think you are?
Jaune: I really really like you. More than I think I ever liked Weiss. And I'm pretty sure you might like me too.
Pyrrha: *blushing, looking away* You aren't thinking clearly, you don't really mean that. We should... MMMPH!!!
Jaune: *has grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her in for a kiss*
Pyrrha: *eyes are wide in surprise, almost immediately relaxes and gets into the kiss, putting her arms around Jaune's waist, deepening the contact between them*
Jaune: *breaks off the kiss* does that feel like I don't mean it?
Pyrrha: N-no. I lo... I like you too.
Jaune: Do you... want to make this a thing? Us I mean?
Pyrrha: Uh-huh. I wanna be your girlfriend.
(They continue to just stand there, arm in arm for a little while.)
is my skin glowing from the amount of water I drunk to stave hangovers after a three day bender, or was it the time spent with my friends along the way 😌😌😌
She nodded quickly and grinned. "Ok. Troy, like Helen." She tilted her head and adjusted her headband. "So what do reaper's do when you're not working then? I've never met one of your lot off duty. We don't get along on the job."
“—Uh, sure.”
Itching the back of his neck, Troy’s face tensed a little when he heard her next question of interest. It really wasn’t all that amusing; he imagined some reapers, after they left work, would have plans to go out with other co-workers, have dinner, or leave to carry out some other form of entertainment. Troy’s schedule after work was hardly worth having a conversation about. “Well, I go home…and I sleep.”
that awkward moment when i realize i've basically become dean winchester when it comes to dealing with my mental illness
You are clearly the bastard daughter of Grantaire and a My Little Pony. There's no other way to explain the mix of your leggy gorgeous sweet-faced exterior (stop making the scrunchy face) and your prickly, emotionally volatile heart.
"matilda why are you making a happy version of the scrunchy face?"
i mean yeah, i am squint/scrunching in the general direction of ohio at the deluded gorgeous nonsense but the last part made grin. prickly and emotionally volatile, ah - that's such a sweet thing to say (i mean it wholeheartedly, or whatever the rotted thing in my chest could be called)
If School's cancelled
I'm peeing anarchy signs in the snow and generally acting like I'm 15.