For the millionth time…

SWEET PEA IS 6’4

Worth the climb though

CASEY AND THE TEA 😂😂😂😂

🤦‍♀️😂oh my god

📷 kat.roseruss

do you ever read fanfiction so good you wish it was a book that you could buy and put on some shelf in your bedroom and gaze at sometimes and remember how amazing that motherfucker was instead of having to squint at it on your too bright phone screen at 3 am

This is a PSA to all clothing designers or whatever. please Please PLEASE make short dresses or skirts longer in the back. I’m tired of trying on a dress and having it be perfect in the front only to turn around and have my entire ass showing. It’s not my fault I have a butt and more material is needed so it can be equal length when I’m actually wearing it!

Knowing my fat ass if I were Belle I would have tried a hell of a lot harder to eat all those foods during Be Our Guest

I mean look at this shit 

Bitch just grabbed a cherry 

“Try the grey stuff it’s delicious” Bitch please pass me the fork 

This scene is visually stunning, but my drunk ass would have climbed the table for some champagne  

Don’t even get me started with the live action version I MEAN LOOK AT THIS

In summary I would basically look like this throughout the song 

grayson’s laugh can brighten my whole day so here’s a little video compilation i made of my fav ones

oh my god 😂

via landrybender

“yOu NeED a jeLLo ShOt”

“You can rub me for luck.”

Shamrock Shenanigans: a Riverdale St. Patrick’s Day Drabble Collection

“You can rub me for luck.”

Sweet Pea x Reader || Requested by @rivendell101 and & @trxatyoubvtter|| 616 Words

Laughing, you took the pitcher of green beer from the bar, sliding Hog Eye a few singles gratefully.  Then, you made your way through the crowded bar back to the pool tables where Sweet Pea and Fangs were destroying yet another pair of drunk Northsiders at pool. You slid back into place next to Sweet Pea, kissing him lightly on the neck just before he made a shot.

He jerked with surprise, his grip on the cue faltering as he missed the shot entirely. “Babe, keep doing shit like that, and Fangs and I are going to lose.”

Fangs scoffed, nearly knocking the massive green and gold leprechaun hat he was wearing off his head. “As if, man.  You may suck as soon as you’re distracted by a pretty girl, but I carry this team anyways.”

Sweet Pea gave him a dark look, a gesture rendered somewhat ineffective by the fact that he was, like Fangs, wearing a massive green and gold leprechaun hat.

“Aw, come on, Sweets,” you murmured, pressing your lips lightly into his neck. “I thought I was your good luck charm.”

He picked up his cup and refilled it with beer, his gaze flicking over you.  Like the boys, you were dressed in your St. Patrick’s Day best, in this case, bright green shorts and a four-leaf clover tank top that were entirely weather-inappropriate. “Oh, are you now?”

You took a sip of your own beer, taking a step closer to him so that your chests were nearly pressed together. “Mhm, you can even rub me for luck.”

A loan groan escaped his throat, and he grabbed your hips to pull you in close. “You don’t know how badly I want to, beautiful.”

“Excuse me,” Fangs interrupted, his eyebrows furrowing together. “Can you guys maybe not fuck at the pool table today?”

“What the hell are you implying by today, Fogarty?” you laughed, pulling away slightly from Sweet Pea.

“You know damn well what I’m implying,” he said, giving you both a firm look. “Now, Sweet Pea, it’s your shot.”

Reluctantly, Sweet Pea let go of you, setting down his drink to pick up his cue.  He made the shot quickly, earning a cheer from Fangs. As he walked around the table to line up the next one, he winked at you. “Maybe you are my good luck charm.”

“Told you so.” You took another sip of your drink to cover your smirk.  The rest of the game went by quickly, Sweet Pea and Fangs making the shots easily so that they could once again collect their winnings.

Sweet Pea was back at your side in an instant. “I think I might need to rub you a little bit more before our next game, princess,” he murmured, his voice low as his lips pressed into your neck.  He nipped slightly, sucking hard at the sensitive skin.

“Sweet Pea!” you laughed, fighting back a needy moan. “We’re still in public!”

“Okay fine.” He smirked, running his hand through your hair and holding your hips tight against his. “What do they say on St. Patrick’s Day?  Kiss me, I’m Irish….or drunk….or whatever.”

You rolled your eyes and stood up on your tiptoes to kiss him.  He deepened the kiss, running his hands down your sides to your lower back to hold you against him.  Your eyes drifted shut and you smiled through the kiss.

“Ahem,” Fangs interrupted. “What did I say about fucking on the pool table?”

Sweet Pea pulled away from you with a smirk to look over at his friend. “You’re jealous you don’t get to?”

Rolling your eyes, you kissed him again, absolutely sure that you’d be staying late after closing.

netflix: just not enough people wanted another season of one day at a time so we canceled it :/

me:

Sweet pea asking for a gun as if he doesn’t already have the two biggest guns in Riverdale…

😍😍🤤🤤

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I won’t be afraid — just as long as you stand by me.