he's golden as they come

𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩. 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘯. 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺. 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢.

[washedupjocks]

PASSING    THE    FOOTBALL    TO    –––   @joneshead

MATT!   @washedupjocks

A coy nod, rather like he was tipping his had – accent bordering on southern despite his northern upbringing. “Officer,” he said, sidling into the empty seat next to him at the bar, a usual haunt for Jughead Jones who made a point of becoming well acquainted with any establishment in town that served a good burger. He grew comfortable in places rather quickly, and wait staff could often see him coming before he even got to the front door. He didn’t need to place his order here anymore. Hunched shoulders, he slouched further forwards on the stool, glancing towards the other man with a raised brow. “I thought there was some big to do at the courthouse today.” All over the news, in all the papers – of course Jughead was intimately aware. “Are you just on lunch or something?”

THE   COFFEE   tasted   more   burned   than   brewed,   but   beggars   couldn’t   be   choosers   and   matt   had   never   been   picky.   growing   up,   he’d   taken   what   he   was   given,   including   (   but   not   limited   to   )   the   stale   chips   that   tyler   always   gave   him   and   the   undercooked   brussel   sprouts   elena’s   mom   always   made.   he   was   grateful   for   it   all,   even   the   $5   that   his   mother   would   give   him   to   order   pizza   when   he’d   needed   $10.   matt   leaned   back   in   his   seat,   eyeing   the   boy   next   to   him.   jughead   jones.   “ or   something, ”   he   chuckled,   sliding   his   empty   cup   toward   the   waitress,   and   mumbling   a   thank   you   when   she   refilled   it.   “ someone   has   to   stay   on   patrol.   i   drew   the   short   end   of   the   stick. ”   he   took   a   sip.   fresh.   still   burned,   but   fresh.   “ aren’t   you   supposed   to   be   in   school or something ? ”

[washedupjocks]

you broUGHT BAKC MATT

[washedupjocks]

@fearhermind

random starter. || @washedupjocks

he’s angry. elena can tell. it’s so rare with matt that she’s learned to know when he’s pissed off. and, it’s always with reason. like, now. she’s moving in a little over two months and this is all they’ve been arguing about since she told him. a crinkle appeared between her eyebrows as she bit down on her lip, fighting the urge to cry. she hated arguing with him and she especially hated when he yelled. ❝ matt, please. i told you, i don’t have a choice. ❞

he   can   feel   it,   his   heart   fracturing   inside   of   his   chest.   he   feels   it   splinter,   and   he   idly   wonders   if   she   can   see   it.   the   way   their   future   is   slipping   away,   the   one   that   he   held   onto   so   tightly,   running   right   through   his   fingers   like   sand.   he   feels   like   he’s   the   only   one   TRYING   to   figure   out   how   to   cup   it   in   his   palms,   trying   to   KEEP   it   with   him.   he’s   not   angry,   not   really,   it’s   just   that   utter   heartbreak   can   present   itself   in   devastating   ways.   when   he   speaks   now,   its   barely   above   a   whisper,   and   thick   with   emotion.   “ i   know,   you   said   that.   but   you   know   what   you’ve   never   said,   ‘lena?   that   you   don’t   WANT   to. ”

[washedupjocks]

@devoutconfidence·

@washedupjocks told me to throw a random starter out.

“We’re screwed.” Maybe it’s morbid or pessimistic or something for her to say that but right now she doesn’t really care that much. It’s true.

being   tired,   as   in   you   went   to   bed   at   4   am   on   a   school   night   is   different   than   being   the   kind   of   tired   that   matt   is.   the   kind   of   tired   that   aches   down   to  his   bones,   the   kind   of   tired   that   makes   him   want   to   just...   stop.   he’s   been   fighting,   they’ve   been   fighting   to   survive   for   what   feels   like   years.   he   thinks   of   becca.   it’d   been   only   7-8   months.   he   sits,   plopping   down   directly   onto   the   hot   pavement.   “ nice   of   you   to   join   the   rest   of   us   in   reality,   helen.   it’s   pretty   shitty,  and   it   smells   like   rotting   eggs. ”   he   crinkled   his   nose.   that   last   part   he   meant.   the   trash   was   really   starting   to   pile   up.

[washedupjocks]

why do men always refer to their friends as ‘buddy’

[washedupjocks]

        ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇ.

                                             𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘯.                                        𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵.                                                    𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺.

[washedupjocks]

hello if u r reading this that means u have to throw a random starter at me

[washedupjocks]

u ever wanna write but end up just peddling around bc you can’t decide what you have inspo for

[divinityblooming]

          𝘭𝘦𝘵’𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘺           𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵           𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰           𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘴,                                                                   𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙡.

                                                                    indie multi-muse. by cordelia.                                                                                  poem credit.

[washedupjocks]

squats i’m tryna fuck it up today

[washedupjocks]

"   𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬    .   .   .    𝗜    𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧    𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦    𝗬𝗢𝗨   " 

A   LAUGH   THREATENS   TO   SPILL   OUT   OF   HIS   LIPS   ,   but   it   dies   on   his   tongue.   It’s   funny   in   the   way   that   tragic   irony   is   funny   .   when   it   feels   like   a   joke   that   the   world   has   decided   to   play   specifically   on   you   ,   because   no   one   else   could   possibly   understand   it   .   it’s   funny   because   he   has   spent   the   summer   bent   and   broken   out   of   shape   ,   trying   to   patch   up   the   elena-sized   hole   in   his   heart   .   he   believes   it   ,   that   she’s   missed   him   .      believes   that   she’s   missed   him   the   way   childhood   friends   miss   baking   mud   pies   together   .   she   misses   him   in   the   way   that   best   friends   miss   going   to   stupid   school   dances   together   .   he   has   to   remind   himself   that   she   doesn’t   miss   him   that   way   that   he   misses   her   .   she   doesn’t   miss   the   congratulatory   kiss   after   a   football   game   well   played   and   won   .   she   doesn’t   miss   the   way   that   she   snored   into   his   ear   when   she   fell   asleep   during   movies   ,   sprawled   out   on   the   floor   ,   safe   in   a   pillow   tent   of   their   making   .   no   ,   she   couldn’t   possibly   miss   him   like   that   .   “   i’m   right   here   ,   elena   .   i   haven’t   gone   anywhere   .   ”   it   comes   off   a   little   bitter   ,   maybe   ,   but   it   rings   true   .   he’s   been   standing   in   the   same   spot   since   she   ended   things   that   night   ,   waiting   for   her   .   just   waiting   . and    he    thinks   ,    partly    fearfully   ,    but    partly    accepting   ,    that    he’ll    wait    for    her    forever   .   

meme    starter   ;   for    @boneached

[washedupjocks]

             @mythelogicals  /   /    𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥    𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮    𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴   .

what   is   an   inch   within   a   mile   ?   what   is   a   mile   within   fifty   miles   ?   WHAT   IS   YOU   IN   THE   KITCHEN   IN   ANOTHER   DIMENSION   ?   smoke   girl   ,   you   have   always   dispersed   through   his   fingertips   ,   just   out   of   reach   .   he   sees   you   ,   but   he   can   never   grasp   you   .   you   wax   and   wane   and   he   cannot   get   his   fingers   to   hold   ,   to   keep   you   in   place   .   WHY   DON’T   YOU   WANT   TO   STAY   ?   just   for   a   moment   .   just   to   sit   .   just   to   be   .   does   your   blood   ,   the   same   blood   that   runs   in   his   veins   ,   not   call   you   ?   is   it   not   enough   ?   does   it   hurt   to   see   him   ?   does   he   remind   you   of   the   family   that   you   both   should   have   had   ,   deserved   to   have   ?   does   he   remind   you   of   the   life   that   you   never   WILL   have   ?

“  i’m   not   hungry   ,   ”   a   low   ,   sad   and   angry   murmur   ,   curling   out   of   his   lips   .   his   tone   says   more   than   his   words   do   .   it   is   devastation   masked   ,   but   never   conquered   .   its   life   taking   swings   and   winning   the   match   ,   even   when   he’s   curled   on   the   floor   claiming   surrender   .   he   sinks   like   a   weight   into   a   chair   ,   head   falling   uselessly   into   his   waiting   palms   .   “   i’ve   got   this   bad   feeling   ,   vik   .   like   something   bad   is   going   to   happen   .   ”   with   you   ,   with   him   ,   with   everyone   .   can’t   you   smell   it   ?   it   smells   like   soot   ,   like   black   plumes   belching   out   of   smokestacks   ,   polluting   the   air   around   you   .   it   smells   like   the   inevitable   .

[washedupjocks]

what is okay: asking nicely for feedback!! we all need positive affirmation! what is absolutely not okay: guilting people into giving you feedback and making everyone that appears to be confident with their blogs feel like they owe you something and should feel like shit for not engaging

[resistentem]

[resistentem]

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES   &   THE ORIGINALS   &   LEGACIES MASTERLIST.

are you an indie roleplayer   ?   is your character from cw’s the vampire diaries   ,   the originals   ,   or legacies   ?   or an original character set within the tvd universe   ?

if the answer is yes   ,   then this is the masterlist for you   !   reblog   &   tag with your character’s name   &   whether they’re canon or an original character or if you’re a multi-muse   ,   &   i’ll add you to this MASTERLIST   (   blogs with verse only please don’t reblog   !   ).   if you’ve reblogged the post   &   you don’t see your url added after 24 hours   ,   please message me so i can remedy it   !

[washedupjocks]

five word prompts:  accepting

@fearhermind​ / / elena asked . . . . . . . .

                  " 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 ? "

THE RHYTHM OF SUMMER  / /  a beautiful ᴄᴀᴄᴏᴘʜᴏɴʏ of sound .  deft fingers pluck at strings ,  creating a symphony of raw and honest notes for the erotes to hear .  EROS SAYS   / /   kiss her neck ,  the softness at the base of her throat .  whisper your prayers into her skin and hope that she understands that when you touch her chest ,  you’re cracking open your own rib cage .  her heart is hers ,  but your heart is also hers .  POTHOS SAYS   / /   listen to her body .  listen to the way that she arches and curves under you ,  listen to the way that she whimpers and moans when you play at her thighs .  don’t tell her you desire her ,  TOUCH her like it .  the words of longing and yearning are empty without the taste of her on your lips ,  without you spelling them out with your tongue ,  without her guessing what they mean .  HIMEROS SAYS  / /  it is the foundation of life for you both to be here .  for you to be buried inside of her ,  and for her nails to be digging into the flesh of your back .  this is the moment ,  when there is not a drop of sweat or patch of skin that her body does not know .  this is longing .  this is love .  this is the uncontrollable desire for her body and her heart that you cannot put into words ,  so you say it with every thrust ,  and she hears it with every moan .  “ It’s the only time that matters .  it's the only time i want . ”   honest .  raw .  beautiful .

[washedupjocks]

Are you and seesgood the same Lia or different Lias?

Different!!

[washedupjocks]