#his married with a wife and two kids like hes loyal and not a creep

[leejihoonownsmyheart]

I know I used up my tmi for the week BUT LET ME TELL YOU GUYS THE WORK DRAMA

One of my coworkers the capricorn I mentioned once before was dating one of the other managers at work and then LITERALLY the owner of my restaurant got with the capricorn who he treats like his son because his girlfriend got drunk one night and left work early the next day when it was busy cause she was hungover and said “is that really the kind of person that you want to be dating” OUR BOSS SAID THAT SO THE CAPRICORN BROKE UP WITH HER (they’d been dating for four plus years!!!)

And so THEN they kept talking all the time like they were still besties and the capricorn would initiate conversation with her all the time and then go to other people and act like she was poor baby who just couldnt move on from him

AND THEN GUYS THIS IS WHAT I WANTED TO TELL YOU BUT YOU NEEDED THE BACKGROUND he does these one-on-one mentoring stuff with people cause he’s a “director” (don’t even get me started on that) and he was mentoring this one girl and shes 18 and hes 23 AND HE FUCKED HER AND THEN FUCKED HIS EX GIRLFRIEND THE NEXT DAY AND SHE FOUND OUT CAUSE SHE WENT THROUGH HIS WATCH AND THEN THE 18 YEAR OLD HE FUCKED PUT IN HER TWO WEEKS

[olivieraa]

saw Deadpool 3 today!

god, I remember...

ok so I dont have a connection to superhero movies. superhero anything really. I can list it quite easily

I used to watch the 90s spiderman, xmen and batman as a kid. spiderman was my fave. get in from school, throw on spiderman. then the tobey maguire spideys came out and he was my first ever big crush. then the xmen movies came out and I saw all 3.

so that was before the MCU did its thing, and superheroes took over. I saw the first iron man and that's it all the way up until the first avengers. never saw the captain americas, never saw the thors, never saw the follow up iron mans. and pretty much any of them that have come after it UNTIL... Deadpool 1

and I was a Deadpool hater. I still am. I believe that characters are different per medium, and I do not like comic!Deadpool and I made that clear on tumblr back in the day before the movie came out. so I went to see the movie to see if it was gonna be... well, as misogynistic as comic!Deadpool was

and it wasn't.

I wasn't that big of a fan of the first movie. there's a scene that misogynistic fanboys take out of context all the fucking time. but I consider Deadpool 2 to be one of the best movies ever made. and... very feminist, honestly.

Deadpool 3 I was nervous about. would it be like 1 or 2.......

it was like 2!

I think... I think Ryan just knows. like, the women in his life are very important to him. he could have gone the gross cater to fanboys route with DP but he didn't. so I appreciate that he can be liked by everyone, not just those creeps.

and its saddened me that feminists have hated on Ryan saying its bc of him his wife doesn't have a career anymore and he's thriving. all the man does is praise her, say he's unworthy of her, give her all the credit for any writing she's done esp ON Deadpool. like, I don't care for straight couples, esp Hollywood couples. but I actually like these two. so yeah, I had a good time, I like Ryan and I'd give the movie an 8/10. The second to me was a 10/10

also just speaking of straight couples and women who should be breaking up with or divorcing their men, like ok, I get if you watch one "type" of video, the algorithm is like "here's 50 more", so bc I've seen one or two "useless boyfriend" videos, instagram keeps showing me more and more, but like................ how fucking many are there.

like I know its practically an epidemic of women dealing with their scrubby boyfriends instead of being single, but its goddamn everywhere

And then you have ugly fuckers who want a gf for the sake of having a gf, but will always try, on the sly, to cheat and get with someone hotter

Then there's the constant posts about "why men cheat" and the comment section is full of shit like "why have one meal for the rest of your life" or "bc she stopped trying to look good for me"

And then videos from strippers who say that men who try to cheat on their wives with them is not a here and there thing, its an every day thing, and their wives and gfs think they're the most loyal men out there absolutely INCAPABLE of cheating and yet, here they are!1!

And I dont even need videos to confirm this. My stripper friend says married men propose to her all the time

I know this went from Deadpool to being angry at the straight again, but I just thought I'd keep it to one post, since people have hated on Ryan but they're like the only straight couple I have faith in (aside from my straight friends, I love my straight friends, I wouldnt attend the weddings otherwise lmao)

Like I just... like, women... If you look at your man and dont think he's the one, if you look at your man and think there's a possibility he may cheat on you, if you look at your man and think that you wouldn't put your life on the line for him bc he's not your soulmate

Then leave

Be single or wait, patiently, until you find the one. The women posting these videos constantly make me so sad bc I know they're not leaving these useless ass men! That pregnant woman is just like :( when her bf is looking at other women, but she's like 'oh well! At least I'm the one that has him! ;)'

[steddieficlets]

Title: Age Is Just A Number, Babe.

Pairing: Steddie, background ronance, oc x Steve.

Rating: SFW for now. Will change to NSFW later.

Tags for this chapter: age gap ( Eddie is 26, Steve is 40, although Eddie isn't featured in this chapter. It's more of a pre-warning), angst, fluff, bisexual Steve Harrington, stobin bromance, lesbian Robin Buckley, lesbian Nancy Wheeler, idealisation of the American dream, sex talk, silver fox Steve Harrington, male biphobia.

Summary: Steve Harrington is approaching middle age. He's single and miserable about it. What happens when he meets a mysterious young barman named Eddie Munson and falls head over heels? Lots of drama! Eddie has baggage, lots of it, which might just force Steve to confront some of his own.

When Steve Harrington was twenty years old, he imagined that life at forty years old would look like something out of his twenty year olds self dreams. For one, he'd be happily married with a cushy job that eventually led to an even cushier retirement and living in a nice house with those cliche white picket fences surrounding it. He'd be a father to at least two kids; the genders weren't important as long as they were happy and healthy. The imaginary Harrington family went on vacations twice a year and spent many holidays with auntie Robin. Oh, and they had a dog named Buster, a golden retriever that was loyal and protective to a fault, the epitome of man's best friend. Yeah, those naive dreams were once his personal visual novel when he slept at night. Who needed to read the latest Stephen King, they were creep-fests anyway, when he could just close his eyes and see the happy future that awaited him?

But life for Steve Harrington at forty years old was anything but a dream. His first wife, his high-school sweetheart Nancy Wheeler, had divorced him after only three years of marriage. Together, they had been the prom king and queen of the class of 1970. The couple that everyone wanted to be and were predicted to be together forever. Nancy told people after the divorce that the decision was mutual because it turned out they just wanted different things after the childish glamour of being Hawkin's High's most famous couple wore off. He wanted his nuclear fantasy. She wanted to be a hotshot reporter. Steve, on the other hand, didn't stop loving Nancy even once the divorce was final. It only settled in that things were finally over two years later when his best friend since junior high, Robin, asked him nervously for his permission to date, Nancy. He said yes and never asked how long the two women had harboured feelings for each other. Honestly, he didn't want to know. 

Marriage number two lasted longer a few years longer. Her name was Crystal, with long legs, long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a hefty pair of tits and ass. They were married within three months of meeting after a whirlwind romance full of wild adventure. For a time, those three months and beyond were a different life for Steve, the homegrown, corn-fed, all-American boy. They partied hard in clubs and at home, travelled all over, took different kinds of drugs, and had threesomes with other women, sometimes more, maybe a guy too, if Crystal felt like it. But as the years passed, Steve found himself once again, yearning for the life he used to dream of, or at least parts of it. Crystal didn't want kids or stability; she didn't want a Buster either. Things that she failed to mention, and Steve failed to ask sincerely for fear of having it all rejected when they were dating. Ultimately, Crystal left him when Steve suggested he wanted to have a threesome with another man and that he wanted to be the one to fuck said man. Apparently, Crystal was allowed to sleep with women. But when her husband wanted to fuck a guy, it was disgusting.

At least he had somewhere decent to live. A nice one-bedroom apartment on the northern side of Chicago where only a few blocks obscured his view of the stretching lake. People cared about the local community, and neighbourhood grandmas brought him brownies and pies on the regular and their pretty daughters in hopes they might catch his attention, but they rarely did. In turn, Steve took care of some odd jobs when they needed it, fixing stuff or painting a wall. He had a decent job as a paramedic with a pathway to Paramedic Chief if he kept playing his cards right. No one could say he wasn't a model citizen. But still, his life lacked love, kids, and a dog named Buster. Something that he lamented to Robin every Sunday morning when they met up for coffee while Nancy wrote at home.

"Maybe you're going about this all wrong," Robin told him before sipping on her decaf coffee, caffeinated gave her headaches.

"No shit, Rob." He deadpanned in return, folding his arms with a self-indulgent pout. Two women at the next table over hushed their conversation to stare and whisper over the muscle bulging out from Steve's plain white t-shirt. He shot them a small flirtatious smile. Still got it. Robin rolled her eyes, her lesbian immunity to the male physique stronger than ever.

"Look, I'm not exactly an expert on being a man. But you're still an attractive guy with a lot to offer. Chicks dig a well maintained man nowadays. It's 1997."

"My hairs grey–"

"Hot."

"What?"

"I read it in one of Nance's girly mags. Guys with naturally greying hair are the new black. They're representative of a man who will take care of you and treat you well."

"Rob, you know that sounds like horseshit, right?" Although, those were traits that Steve considered himself to have when it came to his partners, and he did have very impressive hair that had weathered well over the years. One thing Steve Harrington never missed was his monthly trip to the salon to maintain his lady killer mane.

"Yeah, but I was bored and the magazine was there. I think Nance only buys them for the fashion pages."

Steve sighed, then suddenly grimaced inside at how it might have sounded like he was wistfully reminiscing over Nancy. He wasn't. The subject of his waning love life always put him in a dour mood. But he said nothing, like always, and sipped his latte. "Mm, sounds like her."

Robin quickly drove the conversation away from her girlfriend and took the plunge into something she'd been thinking about for a while regarding her best friend. Leaning across the table, her denim-clad elbows resting atop the wooden surface, she looked inquisitively at Steve. "Why not try dating another man again?"

After nearly spilling hot coffee on himself in surprise, Steve went wide-eyed, staring back at Robin as his brain tried to process the suggestion. Date a man. He tried it back between his marriages to Nancy and Crystal, but with the AID's epidemic ravaging the gay community in the eighties. It'd been difficult and scary. He, Robin and Nancy went to so many funerals that he eventually gave up and met Crystal, who, ironically, ended up divorcing him for being queer. But that was in the past. Things could be different in 1997. The shock slowly melted away into contemplation. Having a man in his life sounded pretty sweet, someone he could be a dumbass with that'd laugh at fart jokes and farts in general. Nancy and Robin didn't care for them, sadly. Steve's only real male friends, Jonathan and Argyle, had moved to LA five years ago, where Jonathan opened a photography studio that Argyle ran. As much as he loved Robin, she was family despite no blood relation, and considering his shitty parents, he missed having that male presence. 

"Earth to Steve? Are you listening?" Robin's excited aura punched through his thoughts, and his head snapped up to meet her. "I've got tickets for next Friday to this new queer bar opening downtown called Hellfire. Maybe you could meet someone there."

"Maybe," he responded—the usual Harrington confidence wavering in the face of putting himself back on the dating scene. But maybe Robin was right. Perhaps this time, he'd find someone and get it right.

TBC.

[liyuee-qixing]

“Fatui Beloved ”

You're the tsaritsa daughter And Married to one of her loyal faithful servant harbinger,how would your life become?

Character:La Signora,Childe, scaramouche

La Signora

your mother is probably relief that you pick to marry Signora instead her other ten harbinger

She'd shower you with love and affection<3,she just love to forget about her harbinger duty and leave them behind for her to spend time with you,holding your hand and play your hair while you're sleeping on her lap..

She'll make you afternoon tea and sweets after a long and exhausting work, everybody need a rest,so did you. Surely spending time with her for few hours eating sweet and drinking tea is no problem

She used to love singing,so when you have trouble sleeping she'll always sing you lullaby that rang inside your mind giving you chills and drive you to sleep slowly..

She'll make you flower crown,a princess need her crown of course.

"Good afternoon,my Love anything interesting happen today?" She asked as she poured your cup warm tea

"nothing really happened,it was a longggg boring paperwork, Fontaine people is just so hard to deal with, they'll complain about the smallest ever existing problem ever,like the color of stamps,me being two seconds late.."you rant about your day to her,no matter how long is it,she always listen to you no matter what.

Tartaglia

Your mother has to make sure 1000 times you're sure to marry him.

He'll always buy you random gift,that pink night gown he saw at the market,hey! That'll look nice on you! That white sweater you have your eyes on for the past day,that definitely going to his cart list

He's just so sweet and he also a family man,how could you resist him!? He introduced you to his family, let's say his parents is quite shocked about it since they never heard anything of him dating you.

"hey! So you're my brother wife? I have a request to make" one of childe brother said,Childe and the rest of his family were already gone leaving you two in the living room,the child is known as Teucer

"what is it?" You replied at his request,he look a little hesitant at first but eventually said it

"can you not leave him? He look so happy when he's with you! I bet he'll be very sad if you leave him.. plus you both look perfect together!"he requested,he look genuinely on his words,huh,were this kid spying on your both?

"of course not,why would I leave him when I love him so much?" You giggled,his frown turned into cheerful joy smile now

Scaramouche

He was not one to Love nor cares about relationships with other people. Not caring about how other people feels or think.

Yet when you accepted him,he felt like he was given other Chances to prove himself worthy as a living being,to prove himself that he's worthy of loving and being loved by you. He is a little bit stiff at first,but eventually he'll learn to change,he doesn't wanna lose you of course,this is a rare opportunity where someone able to love and see him as if he was a human.

He'll buy you stuff he thinks you'll like or related to your special interest,no matter how expensive the price may be,your happiness matter

He also changed his goal,he no longer need the electro archon gnosis for himself to feel real thing, the burning sensation of love he felt for you was already enough.

"Good morning Kuni! Ah,I forgot you have a mission today"you creeped out behind him,placing your hands on his shoulder.

"yea,indeed I do,is there something else in the way?" He asked as he tilted his hat a little bit lower than before,still busy preparing for the mission

"no,,I'm just kinda sad you're leaving.. I still hopes you the best though!" You said, placing a kiss on his cheeks that surely leave a lipstick mark

"can you do that again?" His face was all red but he still manage to spit out what he wanted. you gave him a playful smirk

"do what?" You asked,still with playful smirk painted on your face

"don't play with me right now"he pointed at the lipstick mark, waiting you to kiss him again,you giggled but you still do it,you kiss him again on the lips this time,now his face is all red and flustered

I'm bored so I write this,so the plot didn't make sense

[hey-hamlet]

BNHA AU Idea: Taking out the trash.

sO - inko runs a contract cleaning business, specializing in quirk mishaps, but does anything they get paid for. izuku has been helping forever and is why it specializes in quirk mishaps

Inko was on a job and she’d brought Izuku with her, and the was having a quiet freak out about how to get all the quirk goop off the floor because it turned into a rock whenever she poked it and Izuku was just like “Mum, its a non-Newtonian fluid, either water it down or dry it up” and Inko was like Oh! i smell a niche market. Inko’s business is the only group that specializes in that area, and thats the reason she has employees now rather than it just being her and Izuku 

Among er regular staff she has two very nice down on their luck older teenagers that no one else would employ. It’s not Dabi’s fault he’s all scarred up! Nor is it Toga’s that her stare is a little intense. Really, the discrimination these days!

but, they take advantage of the fact that no one pays any attention to cleaners. 

thats right! inko runs a crime group that are also janitors

you need them to steal something? sure. you need them to clean up something 'messy'? sure! you need info from a high-security building? izuku or toga will grab a mop and go get it for you

Inko's sense of morality is. Fluid. She married and had a child with All for One knowing the man was a villain - but then she found out about the Child Nomu and well - she hadn’t really had to have an opinion on killing kids before because she’d never been asked to. but now, with her little boy? she was Very Very Against It. She beat the shit out of her husband with a frying pan straight off the stove and moved to mustutafu with her 6-month-old baby. 

All for One has never been more in love. 

The cleaning gig started off perfectly legit! Inko needed work, and because Izuku was a quiet baby no one minded her bringing him along in a little baby sling. Then the wife of one of her clients asked her to nic her husband’s hard drive because she was pretty sure the man was cheating on her and the proof would be in his emails, and Inko was more than happy to help! And then the woman paid her a cut of her divorce settlement and Inko was like Huh. Crime really does pay.

she’d dabbled in crime a little when she was younger, her quirk was perfect for a little theft, or just. violently hurting creeps.

just because she's very nice doesn’t mean she won't steal all ur shit, shes only loyal to family and friends! she would commit so many crimes for family and friends though. 

anyway, izuku grows up not knowing about the side gig, until he gets an idea of it when he's 10 and sees his mum washing a truly intimidating amount of bloody linens. He compiles proof and confronts his mother, expecting - well. he doesn’t really know what he’s expecting. 

he’s not expecting her to burst into tears and hug him saying “your mama is so proud of her genius son! what a smart boy! just like your father!”

and Izuku is like. Huh. Well. 

and he says he wants in, and hes just so cute inko cant say no! her baby boy is growing up!

Izuku is unofficially the brains of the whole operation - he vets their ‘extra’ jobs and only takes the one’s he thinks are fair enough. No killing kids, no killing heroes, no killing legit great people. If you suck or you just aren’t anything special, sorry pal, you’re fair game. they do work for underground heroes as well, along with just actual villains.

they do. a fair bit of murder. and some body hiding. and crime scene cleaning. but it’s mostly theft of information. 

extras: 

Nezu has hired them multiple times, both to clean up quirk accidents at UA in above-board work, and also before he became principal to hide what he did to the labs that held him captive. 

Aizawa is aware of the crime group but he, along with everyone else, think the janitorial stuff is just a cover, and that they don’t actually do it, because what kind of criminal making bank would ‘lower’ themselves to clean bathrooms? trick question aizawa it’s not lowering yourself 

Izuku has broken into many hero offices. He wont kill them but like. He’ll steal from the dodgy ones. He’s still a hero fanboy, but some of them really suck. On that note - Endeavour’s accountants are frantically trying to work out who keeps syphoning money from their accounts. Also, someone messed with the sprinkler system and now it goes off literally every time Endeavour turns on his beard. 

Night Eye has hired them to get him info - they might be villains, but they do good work. He is. Unaware of the murder. 

All Might is just internally cheering for them. He grew up without much money and knows how badly people in jobs like cleaners or retail are treated. Like “dont do murder but also! stick it to the corporations!!!” 

Izuku still goes to UA. He’s in gen ed. All Might is eyeing him for his successor. 

[christianstories]

THE TORN VEIL (True Life Story

My husband and I were typically two adorable love birds.  But, the problem was, I never seemed to understand why our thinking was so different and far away from each other.

When he proposed to me, I felt as though heaven had finally smiled on me directly. It wasn’t as if I was in a hurry to get married.  It also wasn’t as if I didn’t have other cool guys asking me to marry them then. But there was something just very special about him that I couldn’t explain. Funny enough, I had known him right from when I was a teenager. Then, he was just a crush and we were not really close. In short, we were not even friends at all until we had the opportunity of been “suggested friends” to each other on 2go.

READ PREVIOUS STORY: Seeking Love

I felt  so amazed to see his friend request on 2go that day. I accepted it like a queen and we started talking. But, our conversations were mainly based on 2go friendship only.  During the era of our friendship on 2go, he never really asked me out and I wasn’t bothered to go into a relationship then because I had just gained admission into the university. I wanted to concentrate on my studies.

At that time,  he was already done with the university and was trying to pursue his dreams. Even though we weren’t that close anymore after the death of 2go, we still kept in touch once in a while.

8 years later, we reconnected well on WhatsApp. We began to chat more often. My feelings for him sparked up again but I never ever disclosed that I had feelings for him. One evening, he called me via video call and formally proposed. The truth is, I have never really known him in person apart from when I occasionally see him. I have never spent time with him physically for more that 10 mins. Even though I liked  him and I had known him for years he still was a stranger to me.

I didn’t want to accept his proposal initially. I had other guys who I knew very well, who were also interested in me. I also wasn’t the type of person who believed in marrying someone just because you are in love with him. I was the type of person who liked to cross check carefully on the person’s compatibility with mine, his views about life, how he handles situations, how his visions and passions syncs with mine etc.

I really didn’t know this guy but, I just couldn’t bring myself to letting go of him. I just couldn’t imagine him getting married to someone else. After giving it a thought I decided to follow my heart and drop my principles. I was determined to work things out and make necessary adjustments as we progress in courtship.

Our courtship began, and I began to notice some little unpleasant traits here and there. Every time I spoke about my observations to him, he promised to work on them. I had my own issues too and unfortunately those areas of my weaknesses were areas he demanded strength from. They were areas he wasn’t just willing to overlook even a little. So from a lovely easy going courtship it transitioned into a period of serious mutual adjustments.

When the temptation to get intimate began to slowly creep into our minds, we decided to take our vows. We had the same moral value to wait till marriage and coincidentally we both were virgins.

All together our courtship lasted for a year and 8 months.

Marriage began beautifully. It felt good to be with the one that my heart longs for, irrespective of the imperfections, but little did I know that with time, those imperfections could actually choke that love.

Petty issues concerning my inadequacies, that I was still in the process of working on, began to arise. I also began to get dissatisfied with the level at which he chased me as a wife. I felt as though he wasn’t so much into me as I wanted.

He was the official type of man while, I was the playful type. He was good to me but not just as romantic as I wanted it. On the other hand I was the type who liked to take things easy and casually while he was a perfectionist on everything.

Despite the frictions, we also couldn’t deny that we really were in love and cared about each other. Yet, a solution was needed because we gradually became very dissatisfied with each other even though the love was there.

Things however heightened when his mother began to creep into our home. I had occasionally complained about him to her thinking she could help me talk with him. But it opened the door for her to enforce her Will entirely in the home. I never knew she didn’t really like me until she began to display herself.

She’d deliberately cause confusion in my home by lying to her son about me. Knowing that he respects his father, she’d sometimes go through her husband to make sure my husband does her wish.

Well, whether her wish was either good or helpful, no woman likes her home been controlled. No woman likes her voice silenced in her home.

When she realised that my husband had began to dance to her tune, she stopped the pretense and then began to treat me with serious hatred openly. It was quite frustrating.

On several occasions, I had a heart to heart discussion with my husband concerning it. Only for me to discover that, he’s the type that never sees anything his parents do as wrong even though it’s staring him in the face.

His mind and ideology concerning marriage turned out completely different from mine. He began to see marriage differently like his father. He began to see that as the husband he needed to be a man, gain full control financially, be demanding, secretive, etc….  As if that was not enough he began to exhibit the ideology that I have been bought by his family and must be loyal to their wish and will, serve them with my money, time and strength etc.

Sure… before then we had our differences. But, we both were making efforts to adjust in love. During the early years of our marriage, his parents were locked out completely from our affairs. We lived in another city and we rarely saw them except through phone calls. But the moment I began to run to his Mom, it was as though I had given them a legal right to intrude.

Again, with the way my husband easily changed in their favour, it appeared to me that, he was informed by his Mom that I came complaining and probably, lies were also told against me just to make him feel I’m not worth the effort at all.

At a point, I could physically feel the warmth of our love turn into ice.  My husband never reasoned with me anymore. He never showed any concern about my feelings anymore.

On my way home from work one day, I kept brainstorming for a solution to all these. Even though divorce was a very good option, I just felt I needed to try out other options first. Moreover, I also didn’t want the kids to be affected by the dangers of a broken home.

As I tuned the car radio on, in search for a clear frequency, I accidentally landed in a radio station who had a Christian program on marriage going on. As I carefully listened to the speaker, I felt like she was speaking directly to me.

She opened my eyes to the realisation that, neither my husband nor his mother nor his father nor even his friends were the real problem. She made me to see that there are no two perfectly compatible individuals. Then she went on to reveal the real solution to a mutual and  non penetrable marriage, irrespective of the former preconceived notions of both individuals.

She said that when married couples begin to think differently in a way that endangers the unity of the marriage, it is  necessary that either both couples or one party takes up the responsibility to tear the veil. She described the veil as the demarcation between the minds of both individuals that causes an imperfect fellowship between them and also a separation in the way they see things.

She said that during her years of counselling married couples, she discovered that no one really intends to offend the other. She also said she had also observed that when both couples are made to explain their views individually, it most times happens that both couples are right in their individual way. But all they needed was oneness of mind and understanding. She said that, Once the veil is torn they’d be able to see things from each other’s perspective and compromise easily to suit each other. She said when the veil is torn, you’ll hardly hear complains like;

“He doesn’t understand me

He doesn’t care

She’s rude

She doesn’t respect me

etc”

Whereas it’s not true. The partner just cannot see and understand how the other partner thinks, cares, respects etc….. And this can be very frustrating.

“Now the question is HOW IS THE VEIL TORN?” ,   ….She finally asked.

On hearing that, I carefully parked my car along the road just to hear her well and to avoid any break in connectivity.

She went on to explain that:

“In the inner court of the temple in Jerusalem, was the Holy of Holies. That was where the high priest would go once a year to offer atonement for the sins of the people. A veil, a very thick, woven curtain, separated the Holy of Holies from the rest

of the temple.

But, when Jesus died on the cross as a sacrifice for our sins, that heavy curtain was torn from top to bottom. It was not ripped from bottom to top, as though a man were ripping it. Instead, it was ripped from top to bottom, because God was ripping it.

God was saying, “You no longer are on the outside. You can come in. My Son has made a way for you.”

Then she continued by saying:

“Today we have easy and direct fellowship with God because the veil is torn. You may ask how does that apply here?

Well, marriage is instituted by God and it is the closest relationship on earth to that of God and His children. It is also the only earthly relationship that involves a man, woman and God.

Moreover, the Bible is full of God’s intentions of love towards us.

All we have to do is search them out, believe them, receive them, speak them and the spirit of God in you will execute them.

God is love…. and we should rest on that always !!!!

I often advise that you apply the sacrifice and benefit of the death,  burial and resurrection of Jesus to your marriages

If the death of Jesus could tear the veil of separation between us and God, the veil that hindered us from seeing God for who He is, understand God’s will for us and see life as God wants us to, then the veil that separates the mind of our spouse from ours is also torn.

That veil could be individual perceptions, preconceived notions, toxic  external ideas from third parties in marriage, non biblical religious rules, traditions, predominant principles, wrong images, distrust, effects of previous bad experiences etc….

Marriage is a union between a man, woman and God. Take responsibility now as an individual or together as one. Declare, that by the death of Christ Jesus the veil of separation between the minds of you and your spouse that doesn’t allow for intimacy of both minds has been torn and so it is. Command unity between your minds and mutual fellowship and understanding between you and your spouse in the name of Jesus.”

I waited till the radio program was over and then drove right home.  On my way home, I kept declaring that through the sacrifice of Jesus the veil of separation between the minds and reasoning of my husband and I be torn from top to bottom. I began to command our minds to unite and become one in the name of Jesus.

I took my eyes of my husband and focused on the victorious sacrifice of Jesus on that very aspect of my life most especially, my marriage.

After about a week, I began to notice that we began to exhibit great understanding towards one another. I also noticed that even with cases that we had previously had issues with, we began to easily reach a favorable compromise. My husband began to understand the way my mind works and see things from my view. I also found it a lot easier to understand him and blend with him. We could now easily allow for each other’s inadequacies without the feeling of been cheated or been inconsiderate. The flow was just natural.

After about 4 months, his mother called as usual to check on a particular issue that she wanted her Will enforced. And for the very first time my husband said to her, “I don’t think that would go well with my wife mom and I don’t see the need enforcing that when I can personally forfeit it conveniently”

On hearing his response, I smiled. Before then my husband would have told his mother that I am a stubborn woman and then they’ll both insist on what she wants forcefully ignoring the fact that he could forfeit it easily, just to make me bend to her rules.

Indeed no spouse is against each other as long as the love is there. The tearing of the veil needs to be enforced, standing on the sacrifice of Jesus. Once that is done understanding sets in. When the minds of two people become one, despite their individual differences, nothing and no one  can tear them apart and there’s nothing they won’t be able to conquer and overcome in life. They’ll place one another above themselves, as well as above everyone in their lives.

[jameypants1-blog]

jameypants1 Wow I just lost a post spent last few hours on it got into the two Mary's of Christianity representing same woman and how the Mother aspect of you is what keeps me from degeneracy, from running off to child fuck island with the Clinton's or skiing with Kim. As I wrote it realized it was the best piece I've ever written. Went on to explain that being with you is not suffering Evil, you aren't evil just nonjudgmental and intolerant of me being intolerant, that if I'm to beat this beast out of Love for everyone then I won't do it by hating on even them bc that would be hypocrisy and in violation of free will and that you'd break see me broken again and again long as I tried to cheat out of here and I explained that I'm portrayed as a virgin and that virtuous women my nun army of virgin wives were representative of your jealousy which there was also no trading BJ's with anyone loophole around bc the other aspect of Mother is the world's most notorious whore who washed my feet and I hers and who ever after is my wife until death do us part a junk clause bc we're immortal caretakers of our own souls and anyone with a problem with you and I being together with any complaints about smelling you on me must be as afraid and suspicious of women as wsb or the very Devil who made sure that Religion villified and why few Queens enjoyed the stature of Kings bc of the likes of you, Elite of your own, not against them even work for them sing their songs lobby for them keep their secret even though they murder the world who you let be responsible for themselves extend kindness to but feel no obligation to enlighten since anyone really in need of knowing will, let them do their own homework bc freedom is earned not anyone else's responsibility to bestow upon them, your love of the most vulnerable in this sick society close as you'll ever see fit to protect or embolden anyone and that's not Evil it's pretty fair even it's just not how I'm wired and you're cool with that so long as I don't become bff's with every woman bound to fall in love with me should they know me which is why it may sound like all my friends are guys when it's actually women I respect most all the advice daddy ever gave me is don't get queer and stop playing with yourself, which amounts to don't cheat on your wife mind your Mother so he's a big help I guess and all these karma police antipop jambi lambasting bff's of mine implying I do it all for you not love of neighbor can kiss my ass since when is loving your woman more than anyone else a symptom of diminished character? By God you are my other half what makes a human whole hearted and everyone deserved that straight gay whatever but for me you and you me so how we under arrest karma police serving human best interest or perversly jealous twats? I'm leaning strongly toward twats. That wolfman coming out shit Neil wrote even eggs me on to kill you! And plenty of your friends sure love it if you kill me so wtf is up here? Who is suffering Evil? Me for loving my impartial wife who offends the dear leader by loving me the Judas of the book of Lucifer over her Loyalty to keep their secret or me for suffering them their Savior who took away no one's center but made them immortal delivered them from Evil, shine upon the broken benevolent son, yeah Maynard that's my fucking job and that's what I'm do and when the two become one which you damn we'll know we already are what catastrophe is it to win lose or draw keep the band together no matter what and take however many runs as this Hydra upon the bloodied battered face of the Earth as it takes to win or defy NADA and evac flight away from here, no one but those who choose Evil forsaken. She chose me. I'm not Evil. And no Evil would ever choose me. Women take a beating bc of her loyalty and love, blamed as the reason we Original Sinners knowing Good from Evil got a satellite religion shaped around us organized under Law to that us should we make good on that one more round every last executed one of us swore against them. That she escaped execution offensive? I'm sorry jameypants1 she was clever enough to bewitch her way clear of inverted crucifixion or the Lions den, she should have denied me I guess like all of you and ran for the hills instead of sticking thru the bitter reprisal and snatching away my corpse, her dead body not theirs, and doing what she felt she had to to consecrate us beyond the same mortality she suspected same as you fellas running for you abrubtly cut short Judas lives soon as War on us was waged. Daddy didn't run he was kind enough to fuck the whole lot of us though soon as he realized I really was shutting down their house bc that fucking caveman never wants the good old days to end so he left his head way back there and held us, says he invited me in but I was already his son and your brother but it's always been my wife excluded from the group hug bc of jealousy, Kurt sure have loved to stick around trading BJ's but has a job to do drain me instead bc still smells my wife on me, that's pretty fucking far to go, marry a loathsome whore and get murdered maybe but for sure suicided leave me with Live Through This like I did that to any of you, fuck that I nutted out back there in the desert we all did and she wasn't the cause we were all possessed by hate not her we went after them not her she was just following me bc where else she gonna go when her insane husband and his band of anarchists were certain of their Rebellion to overthrown the royal crown of Satan in a truth telling crusade replete with assault upon temples and a pirate campaign encouraging everyday people to rise up against dear Satan and refuse to participate in his sick economy game. She's the one put up with some bullshit, I sure as fuck wouldn't have followed her into a fight I didn't agree with in the first place and sign on to stick with her forever if I didn't Love her more than even myself. And she signed on and not once has betrayed me. Only helpful advice I e er get is for Mother. And that we are the Monsters of this 2nd act is fucking obscene, the shit she's taken off me and over me is undeserved and my kissing all your asses running around afraid of her is all the proof I need of the severity of appreciation was taken out on me by the honorable public servants who gave me my day in the court of their loyal Patriots opinion. I daresay they knocked me absolutely out of my senses for me to be so tangled up in some bullshit and an embarrassment and human wreck when she showed up for me. Let's all stop pointing fingers at each other now and stop calling my girl Hitler ya freaks she's Pure, we're the intolerant ones. Suffering Fools, and me the King. I'm going to follow her now. I conclude she has the exit strategy to get us all out of this mess simply bc she's as sick as we all are of going through this, so sorry Daddy I know you love this game but we're burning down the house and doing something new so let's all stop being tadpoles and get froggy now take the leap of faith that NADA can't keep us from making into space rock adventures sans this fucked up holy war horsepiss what's driven us insane and bipolar. Stefani you want something Sacred from me you got it baby anything you want you got with me, follow you now, bc big dumb Rocky and friends keep getting knocked the fuck out. Mostly me. Mostly out of jealousy. So it's private time. Unless you and I can't trust each other unless my character is lacking unless they're all right about you and I'm too stupid to play with the big kids who wouldn't even be here without us, not saying anyone owes me anything as ever I do all this for free and out of Love and it doesn't inconvenience anyone more than my woman, the best part of me. So let's begin. Tired of repeating myself and let's have our love and loyalty again and not blame any of each other for what happened in the past which is behind us and not to be repeated like the stupid ugly history the elite creeps keep going here, this party's over, let's go 💡 light it up light it up. https://youtu.be/riAkBFKRqz0 Thank you for that daddy. Still cherish day I got that album, chilling with friend of mine, kid from work at BBQ joint, played lot of dice and drank and smoked listening to mostly his children's punk favs no/fx, blink182, etc bc this was pre computer and I didn't have any music bc CDs turned into beer funding. Anyway when I saw this out had him rush me the record store got it and some sex pistols bc punk lover he was had never heard of them, got home and insisted we listen to this first so he get an idea why metal was so cool since shit on the radio all he'd ever heard and by and large found it boring and stupid, hour after hour of blocks of metallic at work between occasional guns n roses or token play of paranoid give anyone the idea metal was mostly shitty I reckon, anyway when this got to chorus he and I exchanged a look that shocked me bc all a sudden he thought I must wanna fuck him. It was unspoken but palpable and within two minutes we were listening to pistols and fuck yeah that rocks really do hear the influence in all that kiddy punk he was into, would have hooked him up bad religion too but I was next best friend for a minute away from hearing br, maybe later gave whole album one listen before returning it for beer and that day was pretty much the end of that friendship, we hardly ever hung out after that bc you made him think I wanted to fuck him, always wanted to thank you for that, really embarrassing! And bullshit. Don't fuck my friends. They're too busy fucking me. Not that I'm unappreciative. I know you were looking out for me.

[slowlyseekingsecrets-blog]

I'd Sink Us To Swim (SL With @WeBothGoMissing)

Amiee: *I wasn’t sure about anything these days. I knew that I trusted Leah. But there were things that were ringing in my ears after the showdown at the Treehouse. I knew there were going to be so many questions when I showed up with Colette. But the thing I hadn’t known was Colette attacking Logan the way she did. But to be fair, I could understand her reasoning. The moment Colette and I had stepped foot out of my car, both Leah and Logan treated her as if she wasn’t there. But I could understand their reasoning. Leah didn’t open up to people she didn’t know. She’d been hurt too many times in her life was my only guess. It was the only reason anyone kept people at arm’s length. The running joke around the Treehouse was that Leah adopted strays. But I saw it differently. She didn’t adopt us. Yes, she gave everyone a place to get back on their feet. Sometimes she’d set them up with jobs. It always depended on if she had a business she was ready to walk away from. I had lucked into the bookstore. I didn’t want much. I just needed a place to call my own. And a space where I could try to learn about my magic. I knew some. I knew enough to keep the wards up at the Treehouse. But they weren’t strong. There was no doubt in my mind about that. Logan was the wildcard for me. But in the twenty four hours I had known him, I knew that he was completely loyal to Leah. He was there for her in a way that none of us were. Those of us that had been brought in felt like we owed her for giving us a place to live. Logan was there because Leah was there. He was there to protect her. He wanted to be where she was. And if she said she wanted to go somewhere tomorrow, I had the feeling that he’d bend over backwards to make it happen. But instead of him being back with Leah, he was in a car with me while we drove to New Orleans. I couldn’t fault Colette for telling me to go get Josh. She was right. If anyone was there that could be used as a pawn against us, we owed it to them to get them out and keep them safe. I just wasn’t sure how to approach the situation. How did I ask him to come with me when I ran from him. Was I supposed to bear my soul to him? Tell him everything that needed to be said before he agreed to come with me? It wasn’t going to be easy. The only thing I could do was agonize over all of this.* I should have come alone. I can do this alone. Logan: [I could only scoff at the girl sitting next to me as she drove further away from where I wanted to be. I didn’t like the idea of separating from Leah, but everyone was right. Amiee couldn’t get in and out of New Orleans on her own. There was no way we were going to risk her going in and out without problems as long as witches were involved. And I could only imagine what kind of witches were in the St. Pierre pack. I didn’t have much information on anyone, but I knew of the curse that had been put on Beezer. It was something Leah and I had talked about at length before coming to the Treehouse. She wanted me to be aware that he had days where he wasn’t sure he could continue. I knew of the source, and with that kind of spell, I knew she was strong. Amiee didn’t have that kind of power in her. Both Colette and I knew it. We could sense it. I could tell Colette actually practiced her magic. I didn’t, but I had been trained to use it. Amiee was different. She didn’t have control. And she didn’t know what she was doing. She wasn’t going to be able to protect herself or the guy we were going to pick up. She didn’t have the focus. I could tell already.] Throw up a ward. Split your focus. Cast the spell while you’re driving. Amiee: *I could feel my eyes go wide as Logan said I needed to throw up wards in the middle of a drive. It wasn’t as easy as that. I couldn’t just divert half of my attention to casting a spell while keeping the two of us safe in the car. It wasn’t as easy as he was making it out to be. But I needed to prove him wrong. I needed him to see that I could do this I could have been on this trip without him. But this was part of the magic. The chip on my shoulder, the anger, made it easier to connect to the world around me. I felt it start to flow through me as the words slipped through my mind. But as soon as it was there, it was gone. I could see the smug smile on Logan’s face as we kept speeding toward New Orleans.* I don’t need the magic to get me in and out of New Orleans. And no one here knows I’m even associated with Leah. I don’t need to cast spells every three seconds. I don’t need to keep the wards up. I don’t need you. *The dark clouds were quickly forming, and I was mildly happy that we were in the middle of hurricane season. It wasn’t entirely unusual for the weather to change at the drop of a hat. The heat and humidity made rain a constant possibility. The heavy drops flowed like frustrated tears. And I knew that Logan was right about some things. I didn’t have complete control over my magic. But that was something I knew. I knew that the more upset or angry I got, the more my magic worked. But it was different having someone sitting next to you pushing at you. It made every inch of self doubt creep up. It made everything come into question. It made me vulnerable. I didn’t know how to handle vulnerable. And that had been the reason I had run from Josh in the first place. I wasn’t sure how to handle being vulnerable with him.* Thank you for making me realize how much of a failure I am. Logan: You’re not a failure. You’re new to this. Colette and I both know and understand that. It’s something we’re going to work on when we get back to the Treehouse. But you can’t pretend to be in control, Amiee. That’s not how any of this works. The moment you think you can do everything on your own is the moment you make a monumental mistake. [My words were serious. I needed her to understand the hard truth in being a witch. You could never think you needed no one. You were always going to need someone. It was a big reason as to why I never practiced my magic until Leah came into the picture.] Colette practices voodoo. I specialize in blood magic. And you’re working with the Earth and elements. Your magic is more pure than mine or Colette’s. Your kind of magic is the root of our magic. We’ll help you get in control, Amiee. The thing is that you cannot do this on your own. [I wasn’t sure how much to tell her, but I figured the only way to get her to trust me was to be open with her. She needed to know the truth, and if that meant telling her my story, I could do that. I could tell her some stuff I hadn’t exactly gotten around to telling Leah.] I didn’t start practicing magic until I met Leah. That wasn’t that long ago. I had been trained to use it, but I had made a promise to my mother that I wouldn’t use it. She had been raised in a coven, and hated it. She hated the power they tried to tie her down with. [I could only shake my head as I thought about my mother for the first time in years. Not since her death. The last time I had been to the backwaters of Alabama. And now I was in Louisiana. Closer to Alabama than I wanted to be. But for my wife, I’d have done anything.] My mother had wanted to give up the magic. She didn’t agree with the coven for what they used it for. Punishment and retribution. They controlled the surrounding area because they were feared. My mother was a kind person. She didn’t like the idea of hurting someone else. So she left. [My eyes found the girl sitting next to me as I took a break from the story. I wasn’t completely sure how to explain the rest of it. I didn’t know how to tell Amiee about the consequences of turning your back on those around you. I didn’t know how to tell her about the price I was going to have to pay in the near future.] Amiee: *There was more to the story. I knew there was. And Logan was right. Elemental magic was the root of both his and Colette’s magic. Whatever they did was tied into the Earth. And I hated to admit that Logan was right. I needed him and Colette to teach me how to control everything. But I could tell he was getting lost in whatever was haunting him. And it made me ache to see him like this. Leah was going to kill me if she found out about it. But I couldn’t bring myself to tell him to stop. I couldn’t tell him that I needed to know this. Because the truth was that I did. I had to know this if I wanted to be in control. Any piece of information I could gather from Logan or Colette about how they control their magic was going to help me control mine. I wasn’t going to assume that this was going to work for me, but it was going to help me figure out what was going to work for me. And that was the thing I needed the most. I needed to figure out what was going to help me control my magic.* Logan: [I could see Amiee wanted to say something. She wanted to ask a question, but was holding her tongue. I could feel the fact that she was curious. She was being serious about her magic. And she wanted to learn how I had done it. How I had the control even though I didn’t practice it.] My mom met my dad. They fell in love, got married, and eventually had me. I was a kid when I figured out what was going on. I could tie myself to people. But I didn’t know what I was doing. My mother did. And from the time I was about five years old until I turned sixteen she trained me. She taught me everything about our magic. But she told me I wasn’t to ever use it. Blood magic always came with a price. She hadn’t paid hers yet. But I was to never use it. Not until I found a woman I wanted to bind myself with for the rest of my life. It wasn’t until Leah that I was ready. I found someone I could bind myself to. [Shaking my head, I turned my attention back to the road in front of us. We weren’t far from New Orleans now. To me, it didn’t matter. We were going to make this trip as fast as possible. In and out of the city. I didn’t like the idea of Colette being the only witch at the Treehouse. It felt like I had left them unprotected.] Leah and I are bound together. She is my anchor to my magic. She makes it stronger. It’s my love for her that makes protecting her and everyone in the Treehouse vital for me. I don’t use the sinister part of my magic. Everything I’ve done was for the greater good of those I have chosen to protect. You need to figure out what will be that for you. If it’s this guy, then you need to be honest with him. Don’t try to protect him from all of this by leaving him in the dark. It’s going to be a lot to handle. But we’ll have people who can help him get comfortable with the idea. I want to protect both of you, but keeping him in the dark isn’t going to be the way to do it. Amiee: *I could only focus on the road ahead of me. The landscapes were quickly changing from trees and forests to cities and towns. I wasn’t entirely sure Logan was right, though. Maybe protecting Josh meant not telling him everything. Maybe it was keeping him in the dark. But as my tongue flicked against the piercing in my cheek, I knew the truth. Keeping Josh in the dark about everything wasn’t going to be to protect him. It was going to protect me. It was just another side of me that he wasn’t going to see. It kept some sort of mystery about me. It kept me protected. It didn’t give Josh more ammunition to hurt me with later. If I told him everything, he had another weapon. Another reason to leave me when he, inevitably, decided I wasn’t worth it. I wasn’t entirely sure what to do. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to pull him out of his lie. I didn’t want to bother him. But I knew there was only so much I could do. There was too much at risk to let him live his life in oblivion. There was too much at risk for anyone to stay in the dark. Besides, if he was going to the Treehouse, he was going to have to know things. There was going to be too many questions. Conversations were going to be overheard. He was going to have questions. But I still wasn’t sure I was ready for this. I was barely ready to go face to face with Josh. How in the hell was I supposed to tell him everything else that went along with being a part of my life?* #IdSinkUsToSwim

[metawitches]

Riverdale is the new CW Twin Peaks lite teen mystery drama from Greg Berlanti, of the DC Berlantiverse, and Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa, writer for Glee, Big Love, Supergirl, Marvel Comics, and Chief Creative Officer of Archie Comics. The adult cast is stocked with veterans of teen and science fiction shows, such as Molly Ringwald, Skeet Ulrich, Luke Perry, Robin Givens, and Tom McBeath. One, Mädchen Amick, is an actual Twin Peaks cast member. So, the show starts with a great resume and critics have given the pilot great reviews. For myself, I’m a little burned out on high school dramas after five years of The Vampire Diaries and having been one of the few who stuck with Glee until the bitter, bitter end. I loved Twin Peaks way back when, though, and I do still love a good twisted, quirky, potential cult show in the making. So, what the heck, let’s give it a shot.

They start right off with their homage to Twin Peaks. This not a coincidence:

The settings for both shows are very similar, small towns in the Pacific Northwest where nature is still rugged and wild. The rivers rush, the mist creeps, the mountains loom, and the forests are dark and dense with towering, dripping evergreens. This is not a place where man has tamed nature. The outdoors is a character, and potentially a villain.

In fact, Jughead, our narrator, begins by telling us about the mysterious death of Jason Blossom, the Laura Palmer of Riverdale. Kudos to everyone involved for not making him a blonde female. The Blossom twins, Jason and his sister Cheryl, who are both redheads, drive out to Sweet Water River dressed in white and holding hands, to take an early morning boat ride on July 4th. Nothing unusual in that, right? Before they get in the boat, Cheryl asks Jason if he’s scared. Jason shakes his head no. They get into the boat, and Jason rows them out into the middle of the water, while Cheryl sits with her gloved hands primly in her lap. Moments later, a gunshot fireworks thunder loud sound is heard.

Later that morning, Dilton Doiley, who was leading a bird watching expedition in full Boy Scout regalia, found Cheryl soaked and cowering on the side of the river. The police dragged the river, but his body was never found. Cheryl claimed that she’d dropped one of her gloves in the water. Jason had reached in to get it, but had panicked and fallen in when the boat tipped. He had drowned. The Blossoms buried an empty casket.

Fast forward to the beginning of the school year. Everyone is still talking about what happened to the Blossom twins, but other changes are happening, as well, because this is high school!

Hermione and Veronica Lodge arrive in town, fresh from NYC. Their husband and father, Hiram Lodge, has been involved in an embezzling scandal, so they’ve returned to Riverdale, Hermione’s hometown, for a fresh start. Veronica stands by her father, and is defensive with anyone who brings it up.

Betty is the fresh-faced, smart, but awkward, literal girl next door. She and her close gay friend Kevin watch Archie change his shirt through their bedroom windows and discover that working construction all summer has done wonders for Archie’s abs.

Though Betty has a crush on Archie, he’s firmly friend-zoned her. She’s trying to make a move as they’re eating at Pop’s, the local malt shoppe, when Veronica walks in and immediately draws Archie’s attention. Veronica shows an equal amount of interest in Archie and Betty.

Betty’s under pressure from her mom to be successful, unlike her older sister Polly, who was ruined in some way by that horrible Jason Blossom. Mom practically sounds like she’s out of a 19th century novel. At least she didn’t tell Betty to guard her virginity. Maybe that was implied in the “character” part of the speech. Alice Cooper pressures Betty to excel in all areas, including keeping up her grades, athletics, extracurriculars and maintaining a decent character. She’s refilled Betty’s Adderall prescription to help Betty stay focused and on track. (Betty keeps forgetting!) The modern moms of Riverdale believe in better living through chemicals. But only with a doctor’s prescription. It’s very important that you only get your chemical aids from the right kinds of people.

Archie’s father, Fred Andrews, owns and runs a local construction company. Archie worked for him over the summer, which is where he acquired the abs everyone is so excited about. Those muscles will come in handy on the football team. The other players, Reggie and Moose, want to know his workout secrets. Archie also had a brief summer affair with his young high school music teacher, Geraldine Grundy (major dramatic license taken here, compared to her comic version). He’s started writing songs, and is looking for someone to teach him songwriting. He approaches Josie, leader of the band Josie and the Pussycats, first. She seems to think his approach is a come on to either take over the band or get in her pants, and is dismissive of him. He moves on to Miss Grundy, who doesn’t want to have any close dealings with Archie that might end up looking suspicious. Miss Grundy doesn’t want to take the chance. Especially since they are hiding the fact that they were at the river together the morning of July 4th, and heard the loud noise that occurred near the time of Jason Blossom’s death, but didn’t come forward to the police. Archie eventually wears her down/blackmails her into agreeing to lessons three mornings a week before school. There definitely shouldn’t be any problem with those two being alone together in a small room three times a week. No similarities to the seven minutes in heaven game the teenagers play later.

Meanwhile, Archie makes the Varsity football team thanks to his abs, even though he’s young for it. It’s a bigger time commitment than he was expecting, so he has to figure out how to juggle working for his dad, football, music, and friends. A bit of lying happens, but he gets caught quickly. Fred and Archie have a serious talk about making good choices, growing up into a man, choices will affect the rest of your life, and the usual Very Important Words of Wisdom for Teens. By the end of the episode, Archie’s figured out a schedule that should allow him to juggle his commitments and interests. He’s happy, his dad’s happy, everyone’s happy. Chances are he didn’t irrevocably harm his future with a couple of minor decisions made when he was 15. No one died or got pregnant. At least not because of Archie. At least not in this episode.

Betty and Veronica get to know each other while they tour the school and introduce Veronica to the rest of the cast students. Veronica is a sharp judge of character who comes from a much more sophisticated, much more vicious social circle than Riverdale could ever hope to be. She decides to take Betty under her wing, since she was burned by her friends in NY when her dad’s scandal broke. Betty seems like the kind of honest, loyal person who won’t let her down. In return, Veronica brings Betty along with her when she joins the cheerleading squad. They both stand up to Cheryl Blossom, queen bee in mourning with a personal dislike of Betty.

Cheryl won’t let it end there, of course. Betty, Veronica, and Archie end up going to the fall dance together. Betty confesses her feelings to Archie, but he doesn’t return them. Cheryl watches from a distance, and tells her minions to make sure the threesome are at her after party. At the party, she maneuvers them into the game  of seven minutes in heaven, then makes sure that Veronica and Archie end up in the closet together. Betty escapes from the party while her dates are in the closet, giving Cheryl exactly what she wanted. Veronica and Archie give in to temptation and make out, but Veronica seems to regret jeopardizing her friendship with Betty afterwards. She sends Archie to talk to Betty.

Archie tells Betty that she’s too good for him, which has got to be one of the most obnoxious, infuriating excuses for why one person doesn’t want to date another, ever. Nobody wants to be put up on a pedestal where they are viewed as some perfect ideal, and not allowed to be a real person with flaws, needs, and problems of their own. It means that Archie, who she thought was her best friend, doesn’t even really see her. Sadly, I’ve seen this exact excuse and situation in real life, too. I wish it were just a trope. I can only hope that she doesn’t spend the rest of the series pining for him and following him around like an attention-seeking puppy. He already has two other love interests. If Archie and Betty are end game, let him woo her back. There are a lot of other cute kids of all genders and types running around the school for Betty to choose from. (Yeah, I know, she’s going to pine. It was a nice fantasy for a moment.)

Archie runs into Jughead at Pop’s while he’s looking for Betty. They seem to have been close friends, maybe more, who had a falling out. They have a bit of an existential crisis over Jason Blossom, how he’ll be remembered, and what that means for their own lives. Jughead gets in a resentful comment or two that makes it sound like Archie left him behind in some way, or maybe refused to come out of the closet. Then he tells Archie to go talk to Betty, that talking helps, and would have helped with Jughead.

Jughead is an introverted, intense novelist/writer, not the type who’d typically be best friends with a popular member of the football team. He has an air of sadness and mystery around him. He’s the narrator for the episode, but is only onscreen for the one brief scene. It makes him that much more compelling, someone with secrets that you want to know more about.

Veronica’s mother, Hermione, ended up broke when she left NY. She asks Fred for a job at his company, hoping he’ll give her a break because they dated before she left town. He married her rich rival instead, but that marriage has also broken up. He tells Hermione he can’t hire her because his clients wouldn’t approve of the wife of an embezzler working with the money. Later, Veronica discovers that her husband, Hiram, has arranged for a duffel bag of cash to be delivered to their apartment.

But we need to go back to the outdoors before we end the episode. Kevin is hooking up with Moose, a closeted gay football player. They’re going to skinny dip before the main event. Kevin heads down to the water’s edge, dark and forboding in the middle of the night, lit only by their car headlights. He stumbles, and finds the body of Jason Blossom washed up on the shore, muddy, bloated, and with a bullet through his forehead.

Jughead tells us that soon an autopsy will be done, arrests will begin, and the small town will have to face its secrets.

There was a lot to like in this pilot, including the cast. I love the look and the atmosphere. I’m not a huge fan of getting bogged down in teen romance and petty rivalries, so I hope the show focusses as much on the adults as on the teens in that respect. The pilot dragged for me when it got to the point of following Archie and his three love interests around through trysts and heartbreak. The party scene in particular didn’t add much that couldn’t have been done in a more interesting way. We already knew Cheryl is conniving and Archie and Veronica are attracted to each other and would act on it eventually.

But most of the characters are interesting and have the potential to be complex, with complex relationships connecting them. There’s the promise of Molly Ringwald and Skeet Ulrich showing up in a few episodes. Lots to analyze and meta about.

And there’s the central mystery to solve. What were Jason and Cheryl up to? Suicide pact? Did Cheryl chicken out? Or did Jason fall overboard with the gun, and she couldn’t bring herself to drown instead? Or was it a murder/suicide pact? Did she shoot him with her white gloves on, but didn’t go through with killing herself? Or did she just murder him? Was he hit by a sniper from a distance? Hired assasin or someone he knew? But she asked him if he was afraid, which suggests they were planning something. They were dressed in inappropriate, white clothing, perfect for a funeral tableau of two innocents taken too soon.

I didn’t talk about Cheryl Blossom much. She’s brittle. It’s no mistake that her name sounds like cherry blossom. Beautiful, fragile, easily destroyed, mourning a lost loved one. But Cheryl is hiding things as well. Some or all of that fragility is a front. She’s manipulative, perceptive, dramatic, intelligent and ruthless. She may also be mentally ill. She may have been in an incestuous relationship with her brother. There may have been abuse involved, in either direction. We don’t know much about the Blossom family yet. They are part of the mystery to be unraveled.

Riverdale Season 1 Chapter One: The River’s Edge Riverdale is the new CW Twin Peaks lite teen mystery drama from Greg Berlanti, of the DC Berlantiverse, and Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa, writer for Glee, Big Love, Supergirl, Marvel Comics, and Chief Creative Officer of Archie Comics.