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Thinking about ☕️ & 🍩 rn

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Landscaped Purple

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Through Hell and High Water Ch.1

“It took everything she cared about and ripped it out from underneath her before she had a chance to even realize it was gone.” 

Pain is not an easy thing to ignore. Whether it be emotional or physical, it demanded to be paid attention. It was a funny thing really, pain. The power it had over people, that just the threat of it would make someone bend the knee. The power it gave one individual over another. It was something that she was familiar with, something that she knew how to handle. She had seen what pain could do to a person, what exactly someone would do to make it stop or keep it from starting. And yet, the effect it had on her was almost obsolete. Almost.  

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Birmingham never had pretty sunrises. There was nothing about this city that could be considered to be even remotely beautiful. When she left she felt she was leaving part of herself in a city that was never meant for her. She didn’t realize just how much she hated that part of herself until she was forced to come back. The overcast sky greeted her like an old friend. The smog from the city never left, always a hazy film of dirt in the air that made it just a little bit harder to breathe. She missed the country already, the money in her pocket was begging her to pay the cabbie to turn around and head in the opposite direction.

“Are you sure this is where I’m meant to drop ya, Miss?” She had kept up a small conversation with the cabbie all the way from the train station, but the closer she got to Small Heath, Birmingham the quieter she became. The early morning meant the old streets of Birmingham were still relatively quiet, only the occasional drunkard still reeling from last night’s endeavors stumbled across the brick pavers. The streets wouldn’t stay quiet for long. The poor cabbie was probably just as restless as she was.

“Unfortunately, this is the place.” Very, very, unfortunate. She reached down into her pocket and pulled out money to pay. She needed to muster up the courage to be able to open the door and step out of the cramped vehicle. The longer she stayed inside the car the easier it would be to tell him to drive off with her still in the back seat. It had been a long journey, from New York to London and then London to Birmingham. She was ready to rest, but her anxiety made it impossible to count the correct amount of coins to pay her driver.

“Here, just take this.” Her hand shoved forward £2. The frustration in her voice was harsher than she expected.

The driver gave her a look as if she had gone mad, “Miss—’’

“Have a nice day, sir.” She grabbed her only bag and pushed herself out of the car.

When her feet hit the gravel it was as if she had been frozen in place. The reality of where she was hit her harder than she had hoped. It was if two years hadn’t changed anything. Same buildings, same businesses, same noises of the factories that kept her up at night as a child. Nothing about the place she had spent her childhood and most of her adult life in had changed, but everything about her had.

When the War came everything she thought was simple turned into a nasty mess that she couldn’t clean. It took everything she cared about and ripped it out from underneath her before she had a chance to even realize it was gone. The War left drastic effects on the men that served, but it didn’t just change the lives of the soldiers, the lives of the women they left behind were never the same either. The nightmares that they went through didn’t stay in France, no matter how much everyone wished they would have.

The longer she stood in the middle of the street the heavier her bag weighed in her hand. It was before six in the morning and she had to make it to the place she was staying before the streets filled with nosey eyes and familiar faces. Faces she would rather not see on her first day back. She had enough money to last her at least a few months while she found a job. It would give her time to settle, and get used to being back in place she promised herself she had left in the past.

The address that was left on the small piece of paper in her pocket was already engraved in her mind. 1403 Bromsgrove St. She was smart enough not to give have the cabbie drop her off at the address.  If living here taught her anything it was that the fewer people knew where you lived the better.

It would be a small flat, tucked in a quiet part of the city that didn’t attract much attention. Hopefully, it would be enough to keep any rumors of her returning out of the mouths of the town gossips for a couple of weeks. The longer she went without being recognized the better. She let no one know she was coming back, didn’t want to give anyone the satisfaction that the girl who always begged to leave got dragged right back to hell.

Hell. That’s exactly what this place was. Except this Hell was made out of steel and smoke, but the evil things that walked the streets of Small Heath would send the demons in hell running for the gates and she just put herself right back in the mix of all the fire.  

Her room would be located on the top floor, furthest down the corridor, with the key hidden above the door frame. Her things, what little she had, would have arrived a week before and would be waiting for her when she arrived. She found her way there easily, carefully avoiding eye contact with any one on the streets. Walking past the familiar bakeries, shops, and buildings that used to house business whose owners never returned from the war. It didn’t surprise her that she could still navigate the streets with her eyes closed.

It shouldn’t have surprised her when she opened the door to her room to find Polly Gray sitting at the table with the morning paper in her hand.

Birmingham Daily Mail March 2, 1922. 

  “Hello, Elouise. Welcome back.”

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Not sure where the original gif came from, my sister found it for me! But, I  hope you liked the first part of Through Hell and High Water. The next part should be up sometime later this week! 

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Family HCs: Captains + Vice Captains

I honestly didn’t realize that Kuroo parent scenario would end up being so popular. I’ve gotten two more requests for another continuation and I’ve been thinking about these headcanons for a while so I hope you guys are okay with me sharing them!

I took out the vice captains for Nekoma and Shiratorizawa since I don’t know a lot about them and replaced them with Moniwa and Kamasaki. 

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Forgotten - Jughead Jones

Hello! May I request an imagine where Jughead and Archie’s little sister are dating because when Archie ditched him in the summer she went and comforted him or something and it’s all fluffy and adorable? Thank you!!

I think I may have changed it a little, but I hope you like it!

It was the day your brother woke you up early by being far too noisy, when you realized it. “What’s wrong with you Archie?” Your voice was a whisper when you spoke. Archie was halfway out the door and it was early in the morning. “Jughead is waiting for you to go on your road trip,” you had caught him sneaking out while speaking to some mystery girl over the phone. “Don’t tell Jughead or Dad,” he said seriously, but you just rolled your eyes. “You’re a horrible friend Archie, just ditching him for a girl!” You stormed back upstairs to your room and Archie made his escape out the door. You felt anger surging through your veins as you quickly got ready. If Archie wasn’t going to hang out with his friend, you would. Jughead didn’t deserve this treatment, plus he was fun to be around. You pulled on a shirt and some comfy pants, followed by your favorite pair shoes. You grabbed your phone and waited until Archie was farther away from the house. You made your way downstairs and out the door, starting the walk to Jughead’s house.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” This was the first thing Jughead asked when he opened the front door and saw you. You smiled at him, “I’m here to hang out with you.” He raised an eyebrow, stepping out on his porch and shutting the door behind him. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at you. “Not that I don’t enjoy your company, but wasn’t it Archie who wanted to hang out?” You stared back, searching for an excuse Jughead would believe. Luckily, his phone buzzed and you didn’t have to. As he read it, he just shook his head and scoffed.

“Nevermind, your brother just texted me,” he sounded pissed off so you could only assume Archie had really screwed up. He looked back up at you and you turned to looked at your shoes. “You don’t have to waste your time with me, Y/N,” he said and you just shook your head. “I want to,” you replied and he nodded. He pulled his jacket more securely over his chest, and walked past you. “So where are we going?” You walked down his stairs to stand next to him. He placed his hand on his waist, giving you room to link your arm with his. As you did, you smiled and said, “to Pop’s we go!” He gave you a smile and you both made your way to the diner.

Surprisingly, Pop’s was basically empty when you and Jughead arrived. Granted, it was the 4th of July, so everyone was probably at home or in someone else’s backyard at a barbeque. You and Jughead picked booth with a window after ordering food. “If you don’t mind me asking,” you said, playing with the straw of your milkshake, “what was Archie’s excuse?” Jughead looked up, still holding a fry in his fingers. “He said he just had better plans,” he popped the french fry in his mouth. You rolled your eyes, “I’m sorry my brother is so stupid sometimes. It’s like he gets blinded from what truly matters.” Jughead nodded in thought. “It’s okay, really, I should get used to being forgotten.” You shook your head, “nonsense Juggie, you’re too memorable.” He let out a dry chuckle, “If I was, I’d be with my best friend, not his sister.” You swallowed at his words and he realized what he had said. “I didn’t mean it like that, Y/N. I really enjoy hanging out with you.” You nodded, glancing out the window at the blue sky, that was still tinted with colors from the dawn.

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Recent Acquisition - Photograph Collection

Ridgely Family Photograph Collection. Alexandria, Virginia, ca. 1950s

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Jake loves trying to catch lizards. Here he is trying to wait for them to come to him… not his best plan, but he’s a learning pup <3