#jocksaved

𝐉𝐀𝐖 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 , 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎 finish what he has to say. to get it 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐔𝐓. you know he's angry. he's 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘 he wasn't able to be the 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 after all, wasn't able to 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 everyone, even though he 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

you should be grateful, should be using this opportunity at 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 as something 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄. instead , you find yourself in pure bliss on various sofa's, ignoring all the warning signs that you're slipping back into a 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄.

maybe you just 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 anymore.

" 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 ?? " eyes narrow , words dripping with 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐌. a faux look of 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 comes to your face , arms crossing over one another. you want to 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐔𝐓 , be 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 , just do 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 to make this 𝐀𝐖𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 in your chest 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.

the only other person who could really 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 like this , really get 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 and make you 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 , was dead. and every time you remember , the more you yearned for the 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐒 to be 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 , for 𝐘𝐎𝐔 to be the one 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒.

" has it ever 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 to you that 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 i don't 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 to be saved ?? maybe , oh , i don't know , i 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐃 ?? " you take a step closer to kevin , eyes narrowed. you really shouldn't be 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐆 like this , but 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘. you're 𝐒𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘 at the 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 , at this ... 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 that has taken 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 from you.

and you are the 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 , one of the 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 who got away from the series of brutal accidents.

" they're 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 !! they're 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 , and 𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃’𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐎 !! that wasn't 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 goddamn 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 to make !! " that 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 is gone, replaced with an 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

" are you 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅 ?? i 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 to be fucking dead !! " hands come to smack kevin on his chest , wanting a 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 , wanting 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆. tears sting in your eyes , hands beginning to tremble. you were 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 , losing your cool , and frankly , you don't have the 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 left in you to 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄.

          “i’ve heard about football, just ‘cause my dad used to go on about how much he missed it a lot, but...”       cady shrugged, pursing her lips before giving a sheepish little chuckle. “never seen a real game.”

@jocksaved​  :      ‘  if  you  ever  have  to  come  to  my  funeral,  bring  me  a  psp  or  something.  least  i  have  something  to  do  then,  ’

     “      TIME  AND  A  PLACE,      kevin,  but  let’s  hope  we  don’t  ever  have  to  go  to  your  funeral.      or  mine,  i  want  to  get  out  of  this  shit  hole  town,      ”      erin  smirked,  brushing  red  hair  out  of  her  face  to  avoid  looking  at  him.      she  was  sick  of  funerals,  sick  of  all  the  sadness  and  the  death,  sick  of  feeling  like  she  should  feel  bad  because  she  was  alive  whereas  several  of  her  classmates  weren’t.      death  was  something  that  they  were  all  a  little  too  familiar  with  right  now  and  she  fucking  hated  it,  everyone  was  on  edge  and  it  was  like  they  were  all  waiting  for  the  next  person  to  bite  it,      “      don’t  talk  about  funerals.      talk  about  the  all  the  stuff  you’re  gonna  do.      just  ‘cause  people  close  to  die,  doesn’t  mean  that  our  lives  have  to  stop.      get  what  i’m  saying?      ”

                           “you know, i’m almost offended by how muchYOU UNDERESTIMATE ME.”

          hand   fidgets   at   side   while   other   TREMBLES   slightly   as   it   is   extended   outwards   to   him.   you’re   feeling   INSECURE   about   your   SHAPE   in   it’s   cheerleading   uniform.   you   do   not   like   it   now   but   it   is   all   you   WANTED   to   wear   in   earlier   years.   a   dull   and   IGNORANT   mindset   of     ANYONE WHO WEARS IT IS AUTOMATICALLY CONFIDENT.     it   is   a   LIE---   through   and   through.   you   know   it   now.   still   the   PREGAME   pep   rally   is   in   full   swing.   riverdale   high’s   coach   has   ENLISTED   you   and   the   other   girls   to   give   out   COOKIES   as   a   SYMBOL   of   the   school’s   wholesome   character.   however   you   believe   the   ULTERIOR MOTIVE   to   be   supplying   FATIGUE   during   the   game---   a   better   chance   of   WINNING.   you   SWALLOW,   eyes   bouncing   around   to   locate   VERONICA   within   the   MIXING   of   BLUE&WHITE   and   BLUE&GOLD.   without   really   LOOKING   at   him,   your   voice   mumbles,          ❛          sugar   cookies   . . .   gluten   free   . . .   for   good   luck   . . .          ❜

She didn’t really understand all of the inner workings of high school, but she at least understood that it was unusual for someone like Kevin to talk to her. It was actually unusual for people to talk to her at all, most of the time. They had tried, but quickly decided that she was strange, and either left her alone, or only spoke to her when they felt like making her cry. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was here for the latter.

Still, she offers a small smile. Instead of questioning how he knows where she lives, she instead tries to be friendly. Assumptions never got anyone anywhere. It was better to be friendly. “Oh, hi. Kevin, right?”

                    ❝     okay  ,   this  is  actually  causing  me  pain.   and  not  the  good  kind.     ❞

@jocksaved said: “Aaand I’m on fire again”

          Things my friends and I have said as RP starters

And as quick as her booted feet would carry her, the witch was able to put out the flame slowly consuming the teenager’s sleeve. “Are you insane?” Question was asked before quickly lifting fabric to ensure there’s no burning. The look of concern didn’t falter as her eyes finally met his.

No, his time wasn’t any time soon.

While she was a psychic who had an all too intimate relationship with death, before all of that she was a mother, and she remembered all too fondly and not-so-fondly how fun it was to raise a teenager.