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THURSDAY, AUGUST 30, 1990 Today’s Gloria’s b-day. She’s 33 years old. 10 years younger than Linda.

I looked back further in this book and I was shocked that I’d forgotten to write about my new pig Trixie unless I missed it. Brenda got her for me. She reminds me so much of Jellybean who I had the last time I lived here. She’s so lovable and gives me kisses just like Jellybean used to and Toffee does. I didn’t expect to buy a guinea pig but she looks like Toffee and that kind of coat is rare. I couldn’t resist. Toffee’s black with streaks of golden-like rusty brown and Trixie’s black with a streak of white that goes from the back of her neck down her shoulder to her paw. She’s also got a little patch of white under her neck. Brenda named her, so they’re the 3 Ts. Toffee, Tigger and Trixie.

Gremlin’s doing fine too, thank God.

Andy and Fran are on the phone now as Andy calls people to hear the Rick and Nervous tape that’s playing while I write but I’m gonna go listen to music now.

I’ve been beat all day. Why I do not know. I slept from 4am to almost 3pm today.

I saw Martha, and Bill was here from 6:30 to 9:30.

WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 29, 1990 Today Brenda, Andy and I went to the beach. We enjoyed ourselves very much but I had some slightly annoying period cramps.

By the way, before I continue to write about our day at the beach, let me say Andy will be ringing the doorbell soon. He called to say he was dying to take a walk but that he’ll only ring to say, “Hi. I’m here.” Then he’ll walk back home and call me.

Well, I got some fairly decent color but we were all sort of off to a late start so we all could’ve gotten more. Some’s better than none, though, right? We saw Tammy C and also Michelle G, the daughter of Dick and Bea who owns the skating rink where I took figure skating lessons when I was around 12 or 13 years old. That is also where I had my very first cigarette too, thanks to good old Jenny C. We all went swimming, but not really swimming as the water was kind of cold which is weird. Especially for August. What is it with this beach lately? The water, however, was a little clearer but it’s still polluted and I’m sure it will always be. We went to the flat rocks during the day and at night.

It is now 3:12 AM and Andy rang my bell about 15 minutes ago and in about a half-hour he’ll call me when he gets home but I’m whipped so I’m gonna lay down. I want to sleep as many hours as I can before having to get up to see Martha at 4:00 tomorrow. The last two nights I’ve only barely slept 6 hours each night.

TUESDAY, AUGUST 28, 1990 I’m on the phone right now with Fran who’s on the other line, and believe me, I know who he’s talking to. This girl named Liz who he recently started to date. I spoke with her for a while a few weeks ago. She seems nice, but perhaps a little young, naïve and wild. As far as Fran goes, yes he’s his usual pushy self, but it is kind of cute and sincere. He’s very lonely and I just listened to them speak to one another. They spoke for half an hour and then when they were done I called Liz and played just one line of Fran’s from the edits. The one where he tells Nervous, “You ought to do your laundry, it stinks.” I knew it was mean, but I couldn’t resist. I crossed her with some mean old hag of a lady, too.

TUESDAY, AUGUST 21, 1990 I am now watching A Current Affair which is just about over. Later I’ll watch Cops on 61 while recording Golden Girls on 22 on the big TV in the living room.

Brenda is here. She’s pretty tired. Says some lady hit the side of her cab today.

MONDAY, AUGUST 20, 1990 This weekend was sort of a depressing one as reality hit home this time. It was pretty scary, too.

As usual, the contest was fixed but I felt like I pulled off my performance better than I thought I’d pull it off. I won’t really know for sure until and if I see the video of it. It was taped.

As far as reality’s concerned, well, I just don’t like the business and I finally realized it wasn’t destined like I thought it was. I feel I’d have made it by now and also I’d never have been a smoker or have been able to quit by now. Also, I don’t feel it’s a place for a gay woman to be. I mean, I can see if you’re a gay guy or some big bull butch but I’m not. I’m a tiny feminine one who’s a prime target of rape and other violence. I’d be crazy to even try to make it cuz I will get raped or possibly killed. Believe me, God will see to it cuz for every good thing I get I get something bad with it and as far as something spectacular like that happening to me, well, I’m 100% sure something terrifying will happen to me. Also, you have to have money to make money and have backers and connections and be a druggie. No way. So, after realizing all this I asked myself, “What’s left?” I can’t have any kids and I want college to be my last resort if I can help it so I thought about the police academy but who knows if I can even do that? All I know is, somehow, some way, I have to make a living and try to get a better income for myself. I’m gonna hate it with a passion but it’s either that or disability till Mom and Dad die and I don’t want that. I’m going to miss never having my dream come true, but hey, does anybody ever get what they really want when it comes to their careers or their lovers? I just can’t keep living on dreams and fantasies forever.

THURSDAY, AUGUST 16, 1990 Well, today’s Tammy’s birthday. She’s 33 and also the only one in the family who looks her age. It’s Madonna’s birthday, too, and she’s 32.

Andy said earlier on the phone that he and a friend watched the video of the Frontier’s performance and that he was shocked when he heard me. He said, “Wow! I haven’t seen this and I was impressed. Also, you could really hear you, even in the beginning.” The night we performed he said he’d only seen a small part of my song.

For Friday night’s lip-sync contest I’m gonna do No More Words by Berlin. I wish I could sing live but this is not a talent show like at the Frontier. It’s strictly lip-synced only.

Today's therapy went quite well, as well as the lesson with Bill. He had me up to a C# above a high G for the exercises. It was very loose and relaxed and didn’t feel strained. My strength, power and even more clarity are back but sometimes I do get short of breath and have a lot of phlegm in my throat and nasally cuz I smoke. But overall it was a far cry better than a long time ago.

As for the performance at the Frontier? Well, everyone who’s seen it likes it but I feel I could be better but aren’t I always way too critical of myself? I felt it sounded too much like a kid singing. You know, like a high school girl or something like that. I felt I couldn’t be heard well and also that Gloria couldn’t be heard well and that both of us were distorted and mumbled into each other. I thought I’d overpower her, but others say I was louder and it sounded like a woman who was trained and I know they wouldn’t lie. Especially Andy.

Bill’s on vacation next week to San Francisco. Lucky bastard! He’s a great guy, though, and he does deserve it, but when the hell am I gonna get out of here for more than one day?

WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 15, 1990 I didn’t get the chance to write yesterday, but I had a fantastic time at the beach and I got some awesome color. Andy hugged me and thanked me for going with him, and I told him that I had more to thank him for. He paid the way as far as gas goes and bought us a chicken dinner which we split. It cost $7.50! It was hideous, though, and tasted like cardboard.

We lay on the beach for several hours and even went swimming out on the sandbar. The sandbar was up to his waist and up to my tits, but it was fun and also so hot that it was necessary. The water was quite murky, though, and cuz of that I was paranoid about jellyfish. Several people said they hadn’t seen any this year and very few last year which to me, was unusual. Especially for August. The water was quite cool too, for August. We each took walks by ourselves to the rocks and we saw Charlotte who looked pretty good and seemed glad to see us. I played Words Get In The Way and she liked it. She also let us use her bathroom and gave me a soda. After I ate, I saw Mrs. Labriola and when it got dark we went to the flat rocks and he did his pretend interview and I was with some imaginary girlfriend.

The drive back was peaceful and enjoyable as I lay in the backseat pretty drained from the sun and after being up since 5:30. We passed someone’s tour bus, too.

I got home at almost 11:00 and quickly ran into my apartment to escape seeing Brenda cuz I was just so beat and went immediately to bed.

Today, I see Martha at 4:00, and also Bill will be here. I want to do laundry today, get some groceries and change the pig’s cages.

One of my mice died yesterday and the only reason I can think of as to why is cuz the fan was blowing on him all night and it got quite cool and he was in the wire cage, not the glass tank which is a little more enclosed. Now I fear for Toffee, Tigger and Gremlin as the disease is contagious. I sprayed the room with Lysol and I hope that cuz it’s summer, it’ll air out.

I feel so tired and lazy today. I guess I need to eat and it’s probably cuz of all the sun I had yesterday so I feel very warm.

Brenda had to go to court for the guardianship of her kids and on her way out she gave me a pack of cigarettes and said she’d call me when she gets home.

TUESDAY, AUGUST 14, 1990 I’m supposed to be going to the beach today, but I have no money to pay Andy for gas and I have no money for food. Plus, I have a slight sunburn and I don’t want to overdo it and Andy wants to be there till night to walk on the beach. He told me to cover up if I feel I’m gonna burn but that’s still a long time on the beach and it’s just being in the heat so long I can’t stand. I’ve been up since 5:30 and I’ll be up many more hours and also going so many hours with no food. Forget about cooling off in the water cuz that beach is now so murky and dirty and you can’t even see the jellyfish and now’s the time the water’s got tons of them.

Later…

I awoke at 5:30 today and I’m still not sure if I’m going to the beach today. I can’t say that I don’t want to, but I can say that I wish I had more money and I wish we could both afford a hotel.

I’m gonna go have my second cup of coffee or as Tracy once accidentally said, my second “coffee,” then take a shower and shave just in case. Part of me would rather stay here and go grocery shopping and do some laundry. I need to wash my curtains, rugs, blankets and my shower curtain. If I did end up staying here, I’d see if Brenda could take me to Forest Park. I hope Andy, for some reason really can’t go. That’ll make the decision a hell of a lot easier. However, he hasn’t been there since March so I know he wants to go for sure.

Later…

Andy mentioned leaving by 10:00 or 10:30 so we’ll see if he calls soon, but in the meantime, guess who was here the last couple of days? Jai and Jenny! I only spoke to them briefly but we had a great talk. They were arguing a little but otherwise, they seemed to be doing pretty well and it was great to see them. Jenny still told me how beautiful she thought I was and was constantly staring me up and down and Jai and I were joking about all Andy’s and my lines. He pretty much remembers them all, too.

I called Nervous at Feinstein’s Leather and told him to call me later cuz I want to talk to him about Sasha. Mom once made a comment saying, “Your problem is all due to smoking.” There’s really no big difference since she’s been gone. I still have a hard time breathing when it’s hot or humid and when the air’s very polluted or when I smoke too much. It rained badly last night so today the air is very clean, crisp and cool cuz when it rains it pushes down and smothers all the pollution. So, if things ever were to work out with Sasha, what would she do to the animals? She never hurt the pigs, in fact, she used to sit in the big cage I used to have with them, but now I have little mice. Also, I was told that there’s a spray you can use if you do have bad allergies but mine were never as bad as Philip’s. He came over one night when I lived on Oswego St. and sneezed and sneezed non-stop and his face got all swollen till he had to finally just leave. Nothing would ever bother me if I didn’t smoke, but I can’t quit. God, if I never smoked I could probably be in a very dusty room on a very hot and humid day and not really be bothered or affected in any way.

THURSDAY, AUGUST 9, 1990 I got up at 3pm yesterday and went to therapy at 4pm and it was a good session. I really like Martha now and I know I can trust her. It took me almost a year to really take to her and at first, she didn’t really understand me and it was frustrating but I really do like her a lot now and she does care and understand. She says she likes my philosophies and attitude and the way I express myself and understand myself and others. She also likes my sense of humor.

Let me get Gremlin out of his ball and in his cage and get another pen.

Later…

Ok, I’m back. Continuing after therapy, Bill was here from 5:00 till almost 10:00 and we’re both suspecting that this one student of his may be gay. A female. One who’s 5’ 9” and very friendly and the athletic type like most gay women, but she’s not a true butch. Her hair is somewhat long and I’d kind of describe her as plain, but not ugly. The type I’d get, but hey, better than ugly or a guy. She seems more stable than Brenda and again, Brenda’s not a wacko but this girl (I forgot her name) has an ok job and probably hasn’t gone through as much shit but people are people and no one’s perfect. She lives in Agawam too, this girl, and her singing’s pitiful.

Bill saw the video at the finals at the Frontier and so did Stephan, which is Steve’s real name, and they thought it was great. They both hated Carl and felt Sue and Rachel didn’t deserve to win. It’s weird too, cuz originally I figured Carl was gonna blow me away to smithereens. Bill says, “They can’t sing. Except for you, for some reason, my Springfield students can’t sing like my Northampton or Hartford ones. I can help them get better, but they’re never gonna really sing such as professionally.”

This guy named Noel and this girl Dina are his worst. They can’t sing 2 notes out of 10 on key to save their lives.

Later, or I should say earlier, I did some fantastic editing. I mean, it was awesome and very different. For example, I found an old tape from about a year ago when Nervous was here one night and I was singing, so I edited it and played it for Bill who thought it was great for just fooling around and he wants a copy of the edits. So later on the phone with Andy and Fran, I told Andy that Bill said it was good and after he told me the parts I edited he liked best he said, “You’re right. It’s fantastic and I hear traces of Donna in it.”

So, that made me feel good that he said that. I should record myself singing out of the amp.

TUESDAY, AUGUST 7, 1990 My lesson went pretty well yesterday. Bill brought the amp back and also bought me a cable to hook up my keyboard to it and it makes it sound awesome. Of course, I love singing through the mike too.

I haven’t heard from Lisa, the EMT I had a one-nighter with, since the night I performed at the Frontier, and I hope she’s still enjoying being alone. She’s a really nice girl and I can truly understand her and the position she’s been in and I do appreciate her honesty. I’m glad we can talk every now and then, too. Of course, Kacey’s still total history. Brenda on the other hand, I really do care about and am attracted to but like I said, not in an overwhelming way.

MONDAY, AUGUST 6, 1990 I am so fucking pissed off! I just remembered that I fucking forgot to see the return of Twin Peaks last night cuz I was with Brenda who really pissed me off yesterday for smothering me. I had quite a talk with her and I know she means well and truly cares from the heart but I do need space. I guess, however, I can understand how she feels cuz although my getting someone (regardless of personality) I’m overwhelmed by sexually is forbidden by God or whatever’s out there, I know what it’s like in my fantasies, and in these fantasies, I can easily be with them 24 hours a day.

Here’s what the scale looks like when it comes to my take on sexual attraction. What I will not take: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. What I will take: 6, 7. What I can’t get: 8, 9, 10.

Brenda and I went to Tammy’s yesterday and I loved seeing Lisa and Becky. Also, I showed them the video of the Frontier and they enjoyed it.

Last Friday me and Andy competed in the semi-final contest in which they pick 5 out of 10 and both me and Andy won. Next week the $100 winners do the same thing and then the week after that the 5 semifinalists who were chosen, compete against each other. Of course, me and Andy know we’re going there to perform and not win as of course it’s gonna be fixed like it always is when it comes down to the final, final jeopardy. You fuck ‘em all, you party with ‘em all, you win.

THURSDAY, AUGUST 2, 1990 Right now Andy’s on the line dialing strangers to hear the edits in which I’m playing them. Speaking of the edits, I just had a great idea! I’d love to see what’s said besides to hear them. The sentences, I mean, so I’m gonna write them all down and put a star right next to the best ones.

We also called Fat Sue and Carl and played them the edits too, as well as the Rick and Nervous conversation.

We think what happened with Big Sue is that she bought her way in and gave the judges coke and that’s how she won.

Today was a great day with Bill here. I sang very well. Three songs. Falling In Love Again, Skylark and What’s New. I sang them through this microphone and amp he’s letting me use and it’s totally awesome.

Brenda also bought me 4 shirts and a pair of shorts that are nice, and I polished her nails for her. She and I are going to Tammy’s Saturday, and sunning Sunday which I did yesterday and also last Sunday and got a little color.

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obsidiancreates · 2 years ago

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I'm Tryin' Out 1987 TMNT, First Episode Liveblog

Awwwww dorky lil' theme song- PFFFT WHICH ONE JUST INTERRUPTED TO SAY "WE'RE REALLY HIP"

HEROS IN A HALF SHELL AND THEY'RE GREEN WELL YOU DON'T SAY XD OH THIS SI ALREADY AN ABSOLUTE DELIGHT

THIS IS SO FUN ALREADY AND I LOVE SEEING HOW MUCH OF THE 2012 THEME HARKENS BACK TO THIS ONE BUT WITH A TWIST

I'm ready for this. BRING IT ON 80'S- SHIT IS THAT BEEBOP ALREADY OH MY GOD THEY FUCKING- THAT CAR IS JSUT BONES NOW

APRIL VOICE OVER???????

Yeesh how much spray paint did those Troubled Teens use on that guy to make the noise of his walking away so loud

HI APRIL

Oop hi Rob, voicing side characters in this one too, huh?

ONLY HAVE BEEN MADE WITH A SAMURAI- NINJA ROPE- MADE IN JAPAN- WHATTTTTTTTTTT IS HAPPENING THIS MAN JUMPS TO MORE CONCLUSIONS THAN ME ON A MATH TEST

WHO'S WANT TO HURT THE NEWS MEDIA- APRIL-

Oop, Rob again- oh that one was Leo's VA though, totally sounded like the Heath Burns voice he does in Monster High

So this is like a 90's kinda streetgang leader Shredder?

HELL YEAH APRIL I LOVE YOU ALREADY OH YES SHE'S ELATED BY THE MURDER ATTEMPT BECAUSE OF WHAT IT MEANS FOR THE STORY I LOVE HER

HECK YEAH THE TURTLE BOYS

lol "Whoever you are you are dead" wrong bad guy, wrong

SHEESH RAPH GIVE HER A BREAK XD RIGHT OFF THE BAT HIS SASS LEVELS ARE SET TO LETHAL

April can deal with Attempted Murder like it means nothing but Turtle Mutants? Nah that one is too much.

Pfffff "She's no fun, she fainted." Mikey sir not the time

PFFFFFT "WHAT THE DEVIL" SHREDDER IS JSUT CONFUSED NOT EVEN MAD

AWWWWWWWWW THIS SPLINTER IS SO FRIEND-SHAPED LOOK AT HIM, HOW'D SHE PASS OUT HE LOOKS LIKE A LIL' BUD

Sheesh Donnie "Come on, Lady" you've just always had bad skills with women, haven't you?

TOUGH TRYING TO CARRY ON A CONVERSA- RAPH

I love this Splinter already.

PEPPERONI AND ICE CREAM?????? JELLYBEANS AND MUSHROOMS?????? ANCHOVIES AND PEANUT BUTTER??????? OH GOD THEY ALL EAT LIKE 2012 MIKEY

They're so chill about a human finding them lol

PET RAT???????? APRIL THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING-

GOD HE'S SO FRIEND SHAPED

Oooooooooooh backstory!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yoshi lead the foot? SAKI WAS HIS STUDENT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Did he stab Yo- oh no he prevented his bow- SORRY THIS MAN'S JUMPING TO MORE CONCLUSIONS THN THE NINJA ROPE GUY

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW BABY TURTLES AWWWWW- he lived in The Sewers already? Huh. Oh he's having a good time! Yay!

OH NO THEY GOT INTO- uh. Energon from Transformers G1? Why's it pink?

HE STEPPED IN THE PINK

YEAH THERE IT IS- oh that seemed pretty painless, good for 80's Splinter

"Got a mind like a steel trap, lady" GOOD LORD RAPH WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN XD

Four young wards lol I love that they named him Splinter

"Yeah I knew the outside world would think they're freaks but you know what fixes that? Lethality."

NO SWORD ON EARTH CAN WITHSTAND HIS SAI- HOW DID HE PRONOUNCE LEONARDO JUST THEN- AYYYYY FRANCHISE NAMEDROP

Wait wait wait "Force them to turn our master human again" dude Splinter raised them for REVENGE XD

APRIL I'M SORRY WHAT YOU THINK THEY COMMITED THE ROBBERIES- I TAKE IT BACK RAPH WAS RIGHT TO INSULT YOUR BRAIN WHAT THE HELL IS THAT CONCLUSION ALSO DON'T TELL THEM YOU THINK THAT YOU JUST LEARNED THAT THEY'RE SUPER TRAINED NINJAS AND SPLINTER GAVE YOU SUSHI

Lol they accidentally assigned Raph's voice to Donnie, very G1 of them and very Foreshadowing

"The thieves were turtles, pal!" "Well yeah, but, were they turtles?" MIKEY MAKES A GOOD POINT

THEY KIDNAPPED HER WAIT

NOT LIKE APRIL WAS IRREPLACABLE- OH GOD A MISOGYNIST IS SPOTTED

They're all pretty chill about kidnapping- oh Mikey no- AH Leo is smart- APRIL YOU'RE IN NO PLACE TO NEGOTIATE

SHREDDER KNOWS?!?!?!?!?!?! WAIT WHAT IS HAPPENING-

COULD HAVE BEEN TURTLES?!?!?!?! WHY MUST YOU KNOW???????

Yes Raph they probably did leave evidence just lying around. Mikey stop being a pessimist WHOA never thought I'd say that

AH why'd Raph's face do that

NINJA PIZZA PARLOUR?????? Oh shit he broke the fourth wall DONNIE NO PLEASE I'M UNSHOWERED AND GREASY DON'T LOOK AT ME

AWWWWWWWWW THEY'RE ALL SO SMALL

Oh hello Old Lady- FUCKING HELL THAT GUN

OH goodness she got them lil' hats and clothes SO CUTE

LEO WHY'D YOU BREAK THAT GUY'S TABLE

April it's not hard, they're color-coded

WHYYYYY ARE THERE SO MANY NINJA BUSINESSES- YEAH I'D SAY IT'S SUSPICIOUS TOO

She's making points. She's making points.

SHREDDER DID YOU THEME ALL OF YOUR MONEY LAUNDERING BUSINESSES AROUND BEING A NINJA

Sashimi pizza and whipped cream pizza? "Eat it in good health?" Sir you can't serve pizza like that and then wish them good health. That's like feeding someone a bunch of cyanide and wishing them a long life.

Of course Raph got the sashimi one, just gotta be the alternative kid

WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THOSE FOOT GUYS WHAT WHY DID THEY WALK LIKE THAT oh they got April

Is this a tra- it's a trap. Oh Raph said it too

SOMETHING WEIRD ABOUT- BOY I'LL SAY

"CLANG?! DID YOU SAY CLANG?!" RAPH WHY ARE YOU OFFENDED BY THEM BEING ROBOTS

2012 did the animation and color palettes of '87 dirty in the crossover based on this pilot ep

YEAH BITCH HAMATO YOSHI LIVES- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT WHY DO THE FOOT BOTS HAVE TALLER FOREHEADS THAN RISE DONNIE

HOLY FUCK HOW STRONG ARE THESE TURTLES THEY COLLAPSED A WHOLE DAMN WALL ON THESE GUYS

Oh god Leo that is NOT SECU- they all slid down it anyway

ACME TECH ACME TECH ACME BABEY

YOU KNOW ABOUT HAMATO YOSHI'S TURTLES?!?!?!?! SHREDDER HAS THE TECHNODROME?!?!?!?!?!?! WHAT

Yeah I love 2012 but it did these boys dirty.

Awww Raph saved April, that's nice! He's a sassy bitch but he's caring.

HOW IS THE WATER GOING UP

Raph not the time for double puns

EW EATING SOUNDS- BANANAS AND SAUSAGE????? WE END EPISODE ONE ON THAT???????

This show is a fucking delight and I DO adore it however I will only watch as long as Rob Paulsen is voicing Raph once the VA changes I'm out because TBH he's like 2/3s of the reason I'm watching (I have a fucking problem)

#tmnt #sid blogs live

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lalamines · 2 years ago

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[ JELLYBEAN ] One particular stall catches your eye: piles of little bean-shaped gummies shine in the lantern’s light, all too colorful to ignore. Clover honey, strawberry, peaches… With so many choices, you can’t help but take your time looking over the vendor’s selection. Strangely, he nods and gives you a knowing look. “Ah, I see. We have the same… interests, do we?” From below the table, the vendor pulls out a heavy wooden box, opening it to reveal an array of jellybeans. While they are as colorful and delectable as the ones on the table, their labels are more than a little troubling. Sweaty socks? Essence of skunk? “Excellent for tricks… though you didn’t get these from me.”

Soren was in no position to try and deny being gifted jellybeans. At least he had the fortune of being anonymous to deliver the potentially disgusting beans in a full disguise.

He held his paws out to Mercedes, one paw with an orange bean and one holding a grey bean. The beans were pumpkin pie and ditchwater respectively, although Soren didn't know that. he wondered how to get her to just pick one, some way to gesture or ask which one.

Maybe he could pitch his voice higher up and softer so it wasn't recognizable.

"...chuu?"

It was so cutesy he experienced a momentary wave of revulsion and vowed to never do it again.

She tries to keep a straight face. Tries and fails.

Thunder mouse is just too adorable for her not to double over in peals of giggles. What a wonderful treat for the festival! He holds out two jellybeans for her, ah a trick or a treat hmm?

Mercedes takes the orange bean and chews it thoughtfully. Pumpkin pie. She smiles brightly, pleased with her success.

"Guess tonight is my lucky night. But uh, could I ask you a favour, Mr. Thunder Mouse?" Mercedes uses her sweetest, most dulcet tones for this request. The little girl who had been pickpocketed was back playing with her friends, smiling and laughing once more. Yet she still seems reserved, holding herself back and smaller than her already petite frame would belie. "There's a young lady over there, that one yes. In the lilac witch outfit! She's been through a lot tonight, could you offer her two treats without the trick, for me?"

"I'll eat the nasty bean, if you need to restore karmic balance!"

#toamidsommar2022 #dm said mercedes wins but she's willing to take one for the team for you

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toloveawarlord · 4 years ago

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You can find my masterlist in my bio!

25 Days of Christmas Day 9

Pairing: Edgar x MC

Prompt: “How long have you been out here?”

Tagging: @plumpblueberry @christmaswarlock @sakura-1819 @starry-starry-night24 @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @thewitchofbooks @ikemensengokufangirl @stardust-dreamer13 @gay-noodle-clan @nad-zeta @canaria-blackwell @hamster-damn @boundtothejacks

A/N: Not my original plan for this story but I fell in love this idea!

Snow danced in the chilled wind, drifting down to join the blanket covering the yard. The warm shop disappeared, and she found herself shivering before a large home, strangely familiar. Alice rubbed her hands together, casting a quizzical glance around her surroundings. The mountains cascading across the horizon told her this was Red Territory, not Central Quarter where she’d previously been.

“Hey, miss! That magic you used lit up the whole yard!” A boy no older than six bounded up to her, his boots and jacket coated in a fresh layer of snow. The cold nipping at his red tinted cheeks and nose. Despite how frigid he looked; a wide grin broke out on his features.

Alice studied his familiar features. Chestnut brown locks. Jade irises reflecting mischievous intent. The moonlight shimmering on the white snow only illuminated the boy in a magical glow. “Did I scare you?”

“Of course not! I don’t scare easy!” The grin fell into a defiant pout as he folded his arms across his chest with a huff.

“Edgar! There you are! How long have you been out here? You’ll catch a cold!” A woman clad in a winter shawl over her pajamas and house slippers called from the door. Her gaze fell on the unknown woman. “Oh, hello there.”

“Hello- I-”

Edgar slipped his small hand into hers, tugging her toward the warm home. “This lady is lost, mother,” He announced, intent on bringing her inside with him. “As the future Jack of Hearts, I hereby decree that--” His head swiveled up to look at her, realization on those small features. “Sorry, I don’t know you’re name, miss.”

“Oh, it’s Alice.”

His head nodded as he cleared his throat and straightened his back. “I hereby decree that Alice will be given sanctuary in our home until morning.” He spoke with authority but peeked at his mother for permission. “We can’t leave her in the cold and no carriages are running at this hour.”

His mother laughed softly with a gentle smile. “Yes, I think that’s a wonderfully kind idea.” She brushed her hand lovingly through his hair and turned her attention to the woman. “You are more than welcome to stay here. I’m sure you’re terribly cold having wandered this far out into the country of Red Territory. I’m Lillian Bright, and this is my troublesome son, Edgar.”

The boy in question gave a breathy hey but didn’t deny it.

“Thank you, I’m terribly sorry of the inconvenience.” Alice might have chosen to brave the cold, but knowing that she wasn’t in her own timeline, she decided against it.

Besides, she was quite intrigued by this little Edgar. He was just as she imagined he’d be at this age; full of adventure, innocent, and simply so adorable she wanted to pinch his cheeks and tell him how cute he was.

But she refrained, as hard as it was.

“You should be in bed. It’s well past your bedtime,” Lillian said.

“It’s Christmas Eve, and Father promised he’d be home.” His head dropped; disappointment laced in his tone. He’d gone outside to wait, hoping to catch him riding in the distance on his horse. But hours had passed.

Lillian tugged his jacket off before relenting. “Alright. Go warm up by the fire. I’ll make us some hot chocolate.”

“I’ll help you. It’s the least I can do for your hospitality,” Alice offered.

Edgar tugged on her sleeve until she bent down to hear what he whispered into her ear. “Sneak extra marshmallows into mine!” He snickered softly, like he’d told her about an evil plot. With his request done, the energetic boy took off toward the roaring fire in the living room.

Alice accompanied his mother to the large kitchen. The arch above the sink gave a perfect view into the other room. She watched the six-year-old stick his hands out toward the flames only to wrench them back a few moments later and blow on them.

“Do you have kids, Alice?” Lillian asked, setting a pot of milk onto the stove top.

“Oh, no. Not yet anyways. I’m not sure E-” She stopped herself short of mentioning his name. “I’d like to, one day. I’m quite sure my boyfriend would be a wonderful father.” Her heart thumped in her chest as she thought about the two of them having a little one. Perhaps they’d have a boy who looked just like Edgar when he was young.

Lillian laughed, setting to work cutting up a bar of chocolate to melt into the warmed milk. “You must have a devoted lover, then.” A flicker of recognition flashed across her features. “His father, Cecil, he’s a good man. Busy, with his duties as the Jack of Hearts, but he loves that boy fiercely.”

“I can see that he’s loved so well.” An ache splintered across her chest. One day, he’ll lose those who cared so deeply for him.

Steam rose from the mugs as they were filled with the beverage. As requested, Alice slipped three extra marshmallows into the smaller mug. Edgar settled on the couch in between his mother and Alice, a wicked grin on his lips as he beamed at Alice.

She gave a wink and sipped on her drink. “Are you excited for Christmas, Edgar?”

“Yes! I hope I get a lot of candy and sweets. My favorite is-”

“Jellybeans?”

Jade eyes widened as if she’d read his mind as his head bobbed a confirmation. “How’d you know? Did you use magic?” He passed his mug to his mother before wiggling across the cushion to get closer to Alice. “I saw you use magic when you arrived.”

How would she explain that? It wasn’t like she could tell him that she was from the future, that she knew because he’d told her. Instead, Alice placed a finger over her lips and said, “It’s a secret.”

“Aww,” Edgar whined, flopping down onto his stomach, resting his head on his stacked arms. “That’s cheating. I can order you as the Jack!” He threw the title around as it fit him.

Just as mischievous as he was in the future. “You’re about twenty years too early for that.” Alice reached out her free hand and pinched at his side, causing the boy to flail around in a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

“He-hey! Stop t-that! It tickles!” He fought to no avail, only getting a reprieve when she pulled her hand away. He panted, taking deep breaths. “You’re a lot of fun. More fun than any of the maids here.” He sat up, tucking his legs in to sit criss-cross.

“I’ll bet you like to tease them, huh?”

Edgar turned his nose up, utterly denying his devious nature. A little prank here and there didn’t harm anyone. He shushed her as she snickered at him. “Mother fell asleep. She’s been getting tired a lot lately,” he said.

He tugged the blanket off the back of the couch and gently covered her with it, placing a kiss on her cheek. “I hope father makes it home. She’d really be happy, then.”

“He has a lot of work, being the Jack of Hearts, but I’m sure he’s doing everything he can to be here for the two of you.” She knew just how much was demanded of the Jack, especially since it wasn’t until Lancelot became King that the Bright line was free of their dark obligation.

“I wished on every star in the sky.”

The jingling of keys went unheard by the boy, but Alice turned her head toward the front hall. As she rubbed circles on his back, magic pulled at her body. The spell wearing off, telling her it was time to leave. “Hey, Edgar. You’ll get your wish. I promise. Wait right here, okay?”

“You think so?” The light returned to those jade irises. Hope laced in his features. His greatest wish for the year evident.

She rose from the couch, taking all three mugs to return them to the kitchen. The front door creaked open, making young Edgar jump up. His smile one that she would never forget. Alice clasped her hands together, finding the brightest star in the sky from the window.

I wish for his happiness. Both past and future.

“Father! You came! Just like she said you would!”

“She? Who are you talking about?”

As the magic took her back to her own time, she barely heard his reply.

The Christmas angel, Alice.

The lights of the shop returned to her vision. The crystal now a rock in her hands. Alice squeezed it tightly, a memento of her glimpse into his past. Two strong arms slid around her waist.

“There you are. I searched the whole shop, but you were gone for a while. Did you sneak out on me?” Edgar teased, resting his chin on her shoulder. They’d gone shopping together, but somehow, she’d managed to slip away. How strange.

“Yes, something like that.”

“Oh?”

Alice laughed to herself. He may deny it, but that childish innocence had begun to return to him. She pocketed the rock and twisted in his arms to face him. “I went to wish on a few stars.”

He searched her for the truth, a sly smirk on his lips. “And what, pray tell, did you wish for?” Gloved fingers caressed her cheek as he waited patiently for the answer.

“Your happiness, for the rest of our lives.” She adored the surprise on his features. His cheeks the faintest of pink as he struggled to respond. Alice rose up on her tiptoes and placed a tender kiss on his lips.

She vowed to protect his happiness always.

#ikemen revolution #ikerev #edgar bright #jack of hearts #edgar bright x reader #25 days christmas #2020 edition #day 9 #small edgar is too cute #honestly i love the idea of his parents being the best

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theficplug · 4 years ago

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l Next Lifetime l Erik Killmonger l

previous chapters: l part 1 l part 2

erik kilmonger x black reader

warnings: none, but the usual 18+ for the eventual smut and a possible tw for grief but i promise it gets better and its a romcom

synopsis: reader grieves Erik until she doesn’t (i’m trying not give too much away). This one is a long filler sort of chapter before it really starts to pick up in part 4 and onward. So, grab you a snack and something to drink! I hope y’all like it.

l part 3 l

It’s been a few days and a few more hangovers than you’d care to count later and you were back in Oakland debating whether or not you should meet N’Jadaka later this afternoon.

In two weeks you and N’Jadaka had a thread of about 300 messages talking about everything from the political state of the country, which aisle you shop on first, and if you want children down the line.

The only time you two stopped talking is when he said that Death Note was the best anime and you had to agree to disagree. The silent treatment only lasted 15 minutes before he called and said he already missed the sound of your voice and the ding of the alarm from your messages.

There was something in the nuance of getting to know him this time that made everything seem so bittersweet.

You sit at your desk in your office tapping the pen rapidly while searching stories and videos of reincarnation and the spirit.

According to Google you were either losing your mind or either really blessed/lucky.

It'd be like dating someone new and starting all over but not? Because he's your Erik but he's not your Erik.

According to West Hylan an author who swears up and down that he's on his second life. There would be pieces of their past life that they will find in the things that they do or how they feel. But for the most part their past life/lives will feel like a distant dream.

You closed the tabs and rubbed at your temples trying to make sense of it all.

"Alright, Alright . It's just a walk around the park eating $2 hot dogs. It can't be that hard. " you say to yourself before looking up at your work wife Marley coming in with a huge smile watched across her face.

Marley had bushy eyebrows, a giant crown of 4c hair framing her face, beautiful hazel doe eyes, and striking cheekbones. She modeled part time but recently took a step back to work with you to tackle the encouragement of cosmetic work and disordered eating within the "influencer" industry.

She sparked a new wing in your center that runs seminars and self love summer camps for any girl/young woman that wants to attend. Free of charge with food and activities.

"Guess who just passed her final exam? You're looking at a licensed counselor baaabbyyy! 5 ½ shitty years of University and it's finally a wrap." She announces as her heels click on the floor on her way to your desk.

She stops in her tracks as she sees the look on your face and raises her brows.

"Uh- uh, I know that look, what's up boss lady?" She asks and you shake your head.

"Nothing. Literally nothing, just me being overly anxious because I have...a date. Congratulations! I am so proud of you. You're so multi-talented and smart. This is only the beginning!" You congratulate her and she beams with happiness and pride before sitting down at the desk.

"First off , thank you, it really does mean a lot coming from you. Secondly, it's normal to be nervous for a first date. Especially considering all that you've gone through in the last year. But if you like him, you owe it to yourself to at least give it a shot. Do I know him? Is he new ?" She asks inquisitively as she grabs a handful of the jellybeans from your desk.

"He, he's an old friend. And I'm just-things are different now and I'm feeling like maybe there will be some sort of disconnect there." You admit, worried that even though by some magical occurrence happening you had him back in your life but he was still a relatively brand new person with free will.

What if the vibe just isn't there.

"That's just it. He's an old friend and this is new. You've probably got some old memories and moments but the time that you've both spent apart means that you're both different. Sure we value old experiences because nostalgia makes us see everything through rose colored glasses. We can be thankful for those times but it's time to make new memories. Time waits for no one. Hell, as much as you do around here you deserve some time to be all loved on." She says laughing softly and walks around your desk to pull you into a hug.

"I'm honestly so thankful for you Marley."

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"Be open to new experiences. Be open to new experiences" you repeat the mantra to yourself when your phone dings.

Daka-Stevens: I got us a spot for the fireworks and lantern festival🎆🏮

You smile softly at the text before remembering that the fireworks might be a trigger for him like before.

Sounds good… Do you think fireworks are too loud?👋🏾

Daka-Stevens: no not really but if u r sound sensitive. aint no problem. We can find sumn else to get into.👍🏾

No no. It's perfect.. see you in 20 ♥️

"I'm trying a new recipe and I need you to be honest on how this tastes. Cause I'm trying this at the restaurant tomorrow and Kathy be on my ass about creating the same foods. Gumbo. Try. Please?" Tika asks while walking into your room

"Just in time . Right before I put on my lipstick. I'm feeling like this top and skirt is clashing. I'm gonna go look on Iri's rack." You say after tasting her Gumbo. "It tastes good to me! Add a lil crab boil for a kick."

"Crab boil, of course. Also I'm sure she has a red dress with this billowy kinda sleeve. That would look mad cute on you." She advised and you nod before heading over to her rack in the living room.

"I'm gonna pretend like you're not going through my Fall 2020 collection. Good afternoon to you all. I am in a fabulous mood. Guess who's microaggressive ass editor got fiiirreed." Iri announces walking through the door and snatching off her heels

"And I'm gonna pretend that you and Tika are moving the furniture around in your room at 2 am…. What happened?" You ask laughing and Tika drops her spoon on the floor before she turns around fast enough to give herself whiplash.

"How do you know about that? Look, I don't want things to be weird. Its gonna throw off the dynamic of our friendship . Like we're the 3 musketeers if the 3 becomes 2 then the 1 feels left out and you're our 1. You know we love you right?" Tika babbles and you shake your head while throwing up your hands

"Teeks , I know, and honestly I've been waiting for this for about a year. You two are the cutest and my best friends. And I want the best for both of you. You are the best for each other." You say to them and Iri calls for a group hug

“Now let’s get you sorted because hun cause I know Iri has something cute somewhere on this thing.” Tika says as she puts the turns off the stove.

“Fine. FINE. But you can NOT damage this outfit in any way. I haven’t even shown it to the team yet.” Iri says before helping you both.

20 minutes later and your girls are giving you the once over before N’Jadaka/Erik arrives.

“Teeth check. Pit check , Location tracker on. Breath check . She has gumbo breath. We can't send her out with gumbo breath. Iri, spearmint me. Whew okay. She's ready." Tika says right on time as N’Jadaka knocks at the door.

“Hey , damn I'm lucky. You look beautiful! These are for you.” N’Jadaka says leaning in to kiss your cheek.

Why does this man smell so goddamn good ? That’s a man. Oh, shit. Is that Chrysanthemums? You think to yourself as you sneeze loudly

“You know that I’m aller-. Thank you, I’ll just put these over there.” you say sneezing again and quickly sitting them on the table.

“Okay, ready to go. Have fun y’all. Don’t do anything that I wouldn’t do.” Iri calls after you.

“So everything then?” you retort playfully before blowing her a kiss and she teasingly gives you the middle finger.

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“So Pen thought it was “cute” but Khalil roasted the fuck outta me. “Talking bout some “she don’t live on a prairie nigga take her somewhere special.” I wanted to surprise you with a picnic. Lina helped me put it together and stuff. I got fruits, we got surf and turf with the lobster tails and steak, and we have German chocolate cake. Mike wanted to talk shit and then tried to ask Lina to help him make one for a damn tinder date.” he says nervously rambling on the way to the festival.

“I really like it. I think it’s so thought out and who doesn’t love a good surf and turf? Khalil's just hating cause he aint think of it first. I think it’s kinda cute that you ramble when you’re nervous , Mr. Calm , Cool, and Collected.” you say to him as he parks the car and starts your things.

“Who wouldn’t be nervous around somebody that looked like you?” he asks leaning against his cherry red car with the wicker basket in his hand.

“Alright, Alright Mr. Casanova. Let’s go in before the fireworks start.” you say taking the large blanket out of his hands and leaning up again to thank him and kiss his cheek this time.

You walked hand in hand with him through the park after giving your tickets at the booth and grabbing two lanterns for the both of you.

This section of park was already riddled with couples and friends scattered about laughing, talking, swapping stories, and listening to the soft music being played over the speakers as the sun started to set.

You walk past a park bench riddled with graffiti art and you stop for a moment to stare at it. Kind of like your town’s own “lovers lock bridge”.

Almost instantly you are taken back to the moment that you and Erik shared your first kiss and the first time he told you that he loved you all those years back.

N’Jadaka looks back at you for a moment after noticing you’re no longer walking beside him.

“Does this bench make you feel something? Anything?” you ask as you walk over to it.

“Nah, I haven’t seen it before but it got some dope ass art on it. Like this lil robot man over here. I think i got a marker in my back pocket from work earlier.” he says fishing around while balancing the basket in his other hand.

He opens the marker with his teeth and crouches down to write your initials while wearing the biggest grin.

“That way when we’re 20 years down the line and you hogging all the blankets and my hairline start hiking to the back like my daddys’. We can come back to this spot and remember the beginning of our lil love story.” he says and you smile at him before nodding and kissing his nose and cheeks.

As he takes off walking to find your spot. You stand there for a few more moments running your fingers over the carved E+ your initials on the other side of the bench.

It really was the perfect view of everyone and everything but still being a ways away from others while still being in range to hear the music.

“Here, it’s perfect.” You declare as you place the blanket and pillows down once you both reach the top of the hill.

N’Jadaka begins to take out the food and drinks and set it up. “I brought ginger ale for us too if you don’t feel like drinking wine.”

“That's actually my favourite...Now what in the world does that white boy know about Alicia Keys?” you ask while laughing as he starts playing No One on his guitar and the people in the park began to sing along with him.

“He tried it . . . But i’mma give him his props. He don’t sound half bad.” N’Jadaka says laughing as he opens the container of strawberries and feeds you one . You lick his fingers softly and he gives you a look.

You open a frozen fruit cup for him and lean back on your elbows. “So did you always know that you wanted to be an artist/sculptor or is that just something you connected with down the line?” you ask as you stare at the drunken man stumbling around families a few feet away from you. N'Jadaka ponders the question before shaking his head.

“Nah, at first I thought I was gonna be a soldier. I had my mind deadset on joining the military fresh outta high school. That’s how they get you. The recruiters come in making it seem like we gon be doing something patriotic. You know, be a man, defend your country and all that bullshit. They don’t really tell you what they really want you to do and what happens to you, to your mind. It aint right.” he shakes his head at the thought and you had to swallow the lump in your throat knowing that you knew exactly how that route of life played out for him.

“I’m glad you chose art. You look hot in your lil paint covered overalls. When are you gonna draw me like one of your french girls?” you ask jokingly and he throws his head back in laughter before moving to lean off to the side of the hill with his hand out.

“Don’t let me go.” he calls out dramatically, still laughing and acting like he’s barely holding on.

“I’ll never let go Jack.” you say dramatically holding onto his hand .

He moves back onto the blanket to lay back still laughing as he looks over at you.

“She really had mans hanging off that damn door for hours when there was enough room for both of em.”

“Wait, stay right there I wanna take a picture to remember this moment. Smile for me Daka.” you call softly to him as you hold up your polaroid camera and press down on the button permanently capturing the serene look on his face as he enjoys the frozen fresh fruit cup. His cherry red stained plump lips gently pulled into a small smile as he stares at the crossed his eyes. He looked cute even while being goofy.

“Gimme kiss?” he asks and you lean down to kiss him as the fireworks light up the sky and he snaps the picture.

You taste the cherry flavour on his tongue as you continue to kiss him.

You both look up at the sky in bloom with different hues of white and yellow and reds.

“Ouch,damn it, you just stepped on my foot. you could’ve said excuse me!” You yell out to the guy who’s drunkenly stumbling around trying to get higher up.

“You shouldn’t have had them in the fucking way!” he calls back over his shoulder and N’Jadaka immediately gets up from your spot to grab him by his shirt and twists his arm behind his back.

“Fuck is wrong with you? If people aint have their children in here , I would knock your dumb ass out .” he says to the man through gritted teeth and you jump up from your place on the blanket to grab N’Jadaka’s arm and place your hand firmly on his chest.

“Heeeyy Daka, it aint even gotta be all that. He ain’t worth even worth it. C'mon. Come here to me.” you say softly to him knowing how to de-escalate these sort of situations with him all too well.

“I’m going to have to ask you all to leave the premises for causing a disturbance.” the park attendant says and you try to let her know what was going on but she was already walking away.

“Come on, we don’t need their lil stank festival anyways.” you say to him and he helps you pack up your stuff before taking your hand and leaving the park.

Once you’re back in the car you’re both laughing at how stupid the whole situation was and roasting the parking lot attendant to break the slightly awkward silence from when you first entered the car.

You drive around for a while, listening to old school jams and talking things out about anything and everything. You open up to him a little about Erik and he reveals to you that he used to date Lina for a short time.

But they both knew that it wasn’t right and that Lina was more like a bro to him and vice versa.

After you find an empty parking lot you sit on the hood of his car and stare up at all of the stars showing out tonight.

“You know we still have our lanterns.” you suggest before grabbing them from the car.

You release your lanterns at the same time before sharing a kiss. You nuzzle his nose for a moment, taking a deep breath and looking right at him.

“Remember when you asked me if I knew of you before we met at Aloha Oakland?” you ask him.

Once you have it lit you write your message hoping that it comes true and you wait for Daka to finish writing his.

He leans against the car to listen to you.

"This is gonna sound crazy as hell but roll with it for a moment. I think I knew you in your past life. I know how this sounds but remember when you said that you were drunk for your birthday weekend? You said that you dreamed in hues of red purples and flowers. There were streams of water and butterflies all over. . . You were in the ancestral plane. I'm not exactly sure what happened. I'm still trying to convince myself that I'm not losing it. But, I've technically known you since we were kids. You died back then and somehow, I don't have all the answers. You just promised that you'd come back to me-"

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#erik killmonger #erik killmonger smut #black panther #black panther smut #fanfic for black girls

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sometipsygnostalgic · 4 years ago

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Adventure Time Reviewed: Season 1 part 1

As promised, I’m going through the Adventure Time series. I’m going to write brief reviews for each of the eps as I watch them, in groups.

Slumber Party Panic to Prisoners of Love

S1E01: Slumber Party Panic

This made an outstanding choice for a first episode, even if it wasn’t the intended premiere, because SPP shows you a brief package of what themes the show would keep through its run, rather than just a brief adventure. It’s really funny that the first appearance of Princess Bubblegum in the series is her raising the dead, it being a big mistake, and her lying to the candy people to protect them and describing them as ignorant, then making a 12 year old keep a royal promise. This ep shows Finn’s early season character - an amped up, anxious kid who wants to keep everyone happy but sometimes can’t. And it has Jake trying to pry the information from him, because from Jake’s perspective it is out of character for Finn to keep secrets, and he is also messed up after finding Dead Mr Creampuff’s sock with Finn. (Mr Creampuff and Manfried are both in this ep, and they will continue to be the funniest retcons of all time to me) What was absolutely retconned after this ep was the brokenness of the Gumball Guardians. It’s hilarious that Bubblegum programmed them to go apeshit if someone breaks a promise to her. If only they could have frozen time during the final battle against GOLB. I liked the part in ETDBIDK where you have to answer a maths question while dodging their attacks, even if it went on a bit too long. The ep also subverts its message. Bubblegum asks Finn if he learned about the consequences of breaking promises, but Finn says that if he breaks promises he can go on AWESOME ADVENTURES and REVERSE DEATH ITSELF, and PB goes whatever, youre too cute to yell at.

The music in SPP is surreal. Seriously, listen to this ep. The tension it creates when Finn is told to make a royal promise because the zombies will explode, and how the music so naturally swings with the mood of the ep. Excellent score!

As Jake said,“This is messed up, but cute!”

S1E02: Trouble in Lumpy Space

This is the introduction to LSP and to Lumpy Space. Lumpy space is a beautiful if rather barren environment. I do think more could have been done with it in AT, because there are not many episodes that take place in space. One design choice I found SUPER COOL in this ep is the sun has a green halo around it. I can’t actually find the sun again, I even looked on the wiki but there are no images, so it must have appeared for a brief instance. But it looked great!

LSP as a character was always incredibly selfish, but she also has this vibe of being a teenager who dwells far too much on teenager feelings. She NEVER takes anything seriously, unless it’s teen drama. And you can see that in full effect here. I love LSP. I love how much of an asshole she is, yet she has this sort of charm, because she’s so spiteful but in the teenage idiot kind of way rather than in a genuinely malicious way. It’s like she doesn’t understand right and wrong and is driven by pure instinct. And she’s voiced by Pen Ward! His LSP voice is the best.

I love Finn and Jake getting lumpified. There is some great voice acting on behalf of Jeremy Shada to pull this off.

Favourite joke: When Jake talks about how he might get lumpified, and if it happens Finn says he’ll bury him next to the treehouse, but Jake is alarmed and says he just wanted to be accepted, what did Finn think he was going to say? LMAO

Other good one: “We were drawn back by your directionless fury. Here! PCHOO! Get your girl back!” “Yeah there’s no girl.”

Finn in this ep is having some issues communicating. He ends up having an outburst at LSP, even though it wasn’t entirely her fault that the smooth posers took away the orb, it was theirs too. Finn was having a bad day.

I wish Jellybeans Have Power started with PB and SP bouncing on marshmallows like in this episode rather than having tea in her room. That would’ve been a nice callback.

Anyway, Trouble in Lumpy Space is great. These two eps are really good introductions to the series.

S1E03: Prisoners of Love

I love the joke with the snow golem’s cat head. There is an immediate callback to the Pilot, with Finn and Jake having fun in the snow. I always liked how fun these scenes looked, they are very very rare later in the series. There’s even a homage to penguin surfing, but the penguins are surfing on Jake this time. Finn and Jake act like jerks to the Ice King for like no reason. “Do you know what Ice King means?” “A big nerd!” “Oh, holy cow!” *fistbump*

“There’s a big sleepy lava man in our front yard, and he is SO hot.” “Mmmhmm....” “Nonono I take it - I mean, not like SEXY hot--” “No, no you DO mean sexy hot!” “NO! I mean---” Oh Adventure Time. Gay jokes on episode 3, and these would continue throughout the show. But as soon as you imply two of your main girl characters are or were in love, suddenly the network hounds onto you like dogs :/ Rebecca Sugar herself said that it’s much more likely you’ll get gay content in if it’s presented as a joke, or Wrong somehow, like Jake and Ice King getting married later in the season.

“Now now, I brought you a baby! And a PUPPY!” In his twisted way, Ice King thought the princesses would want to have Finn and Jake there. It’s also a good thing Finn and Jake got kidnapped because otherwise they wouldn’t have discovered Ice King locked up a bunch of princesses.

Ice King himself is a fun character already. He’s not shown as doing outright evil stuff to Finn and Jake for the sake of it. He seems heavily misguided, and idiotic, trying in his weird way to make friends. Then again.... “IceKing - let the girls go! They don’t want to be here.” “Of course they do! I’d have killed them already if they didn’t want to be here! Right ladies?” Ice King I’m increasingly certain the only reason you haven’t been dissected on Bubblegum’s lab table is because of your connection to Marceline, but that is some late series lore. As for the early seasons, wtf dude!

The flute song Finn plays in this ep is very similar to the one he plays in Lemonhope part 2. The Lemonhope version is more complete. “You broke it when we tried picking the lock to that sad ogre’s heart!” Oh my god that is such an AT line, you can imagine an entire emotional adventure based on that.

Ice King has a drawing of Bubblegum on his keyboard...

I love how the princesses are clearly quite traumatized by this affair, having been held for weeks, but the most Ice King did was ask them about their favourite sports, while threatening to kill them if they didnt play the keyboard..... it’s like a parody of a twisted serial killer. AT’s dark humor is my favourite.

Finn is a hot headed kid. He knows that the Ice King needs some kind of help but doesn’t know where to start. He knows he’s probably too young to understand. But Jake hasn’t got the patience to help.

Cosmic Owl’s first appearance!!!!!

#adventure time #adventure time reviewed

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lilibetts · 5 years ago

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for Tricks and Treats of Riverdale Theme # whichever freaking one involves spooky shit like possession or whatever.

“So, what are you going to be for Halloween, Jughead?”

It was the question Jughead dreaded the most, especially coming from Betty.

He had just gotten an afterschool job at the Twilight Drive-In and he’d been working as many hours as he possibly could on top of school and babysitting Jellybean to afford costumes for both of them. But then it turned out they were behind on the phone bill, so he spent most of his money to make sure it was paid up through the next month.

“Uh, it’s a surprise. What about you, Betty? Are you going as Nancy Drew again this year?”

She bit her lip and looked down at her shoes. “No, I decided to change things up now that we’re in high school. So I’m going as a medieval princess, kind of like Game of Thrones but not character-specific.”

Jughead was sure her choice had absolutely nothing to do with how last month Archie had announced he was going as a medieval knight. Then their indecisive friend had changed his mind and picked Spider-Man after Veronica Lodge wouldn’t stop waxing poetic about how yummy Tom Holland was.

“Cool. I guess I’ll see you later tonight?”

“You’d better!” Betty chirped, pontytail swishing violently as she skipped away. She didn’t mean that as anything more than her usual staunch commitment to kindness and friendship. And Betty was friendly with virtually everyone. Jughead sighed miserably as he watched her turn off towards her home.

Ah, the pangs of unrequited love.

He had been living with his crush on Betty Cooper for the better part of four months, which was an eternity in the timespan of a fourteen-slash-fifteen year old boy. And he’d keep living with his crush until it granted him mercy and faded. Or he died of old age.

Whichever came first.

******************************

Betty stood before her bed, staring down at the costume she’d bought when she thought she would complement Archie’s own, and felt monumentally stupid. What if Archie hadn’t changed his mind and she showed up in this medieval princess gown? She’d look obvious. Everyone would be snickering behind her back about Betty Cooper and her pathetic crush on Archie Andrews.

There was no way she could do this.

Pulling down the ladder, Betty headed up into the attic and started going through the boxes, looking for something radically different that she could pull together at the last minute. It was in an old trunk of her mom’s that she found it: a black leather jacket. It was the last thing she expected her mom to have ever owned but her curiosity was dashed by the figurative lightbulb going off above her head.

“Yes!”

Back there, on the clothes rack, there’d been...yes, Polly’s Homecoming dress from last year! It was long, just a shade off-white, and perfect.

Crushes made teenage girls do stupid things, that was true, but that only made moments of determined defiance like this all the more sweeter.

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“That...is not a medieval princess.”

Jughead took in her outfit with raised eyebrows.

“Well spotted, Jughead.” She smiled even as she rolled her eyes at him. “For your information I am Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It’s actually perfect because her name is Buffy Anne and Buffy is a variation of Elizabeth and—”

“—and your middle name is Ann.”

“I didn’t think you remembered my middle name, Juggie.”

“Well I do. Not much escapes this steel trap here.” He rapped his knuckles against his forehead. “Interesting prop you have there, Buffy Cooper.”

She held the wooden stake aloft. “I didn’t have a crossbow lying around, but I did find enough in the garage to fashion myself a stake.” Then she looked him up and down. “You do look rather dashing, Sir Juggie.”

She didn’t mention that his costume had been Archie’s first, one of the many acts of charity from the Andrews family. He was mostly grateful that Betty had changed hers, so that he didn’t seem obviously, pathetically in love with her by matching.

They were two years too young for couples costumes.

And y’know...not actually together.

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Betty wasn’t entirely aware of it happening. One moment, she was laughing and crossing the street with Jughead, Archie, and Veronica, surrounded by dozens of other trick-or-treaters, the next she was holding her stake at the ready and keeping a careful eye on the four year-old vampire hissing as he ran at a shrieking fairy.

She managed to fly away and the baby vamp’s mother grabbed ahold of him. “I VANT TO SUCK YOUR BLOOD! I VANT! I VANT!” He screeched as he kicked and struggled in vain to free himself.

A woman stood in the middle of the street, hysterically crying as she cradled a giant halved avocado.

Demons, small skeletons, and ghouls of all sorts were running after confused and terrified adults, only for their attacks to be thwarted by a legion of mini superheros. A tiny Captain America with a star-spangled tutu flung her shield at a troll and knocked it out cold.

A bear wearing a blue-and-gold letterman jacket charged down the street and the strange boy crouched next to her...who was apparently Spider-Man...leaped away, slinging webs at the houses as he went. The bear continued to chase him and so Buffy shrugged and turned her attention to the zombies lumbering at a group of scared parents.

No sooner had she slammed one down into the concrete than a dashing knight with a black and gold cape and a sword came to her rescue and dispatched the second zombie. The third found himself floating in the air helplessly while a raven-haired girl with glasses, some kind of private-school uniform, and a purple/black tie pointed a wand at it.

Buffy spun her stake with her fingers and addressed the dark-haired knight wearing, of all things, a gray crown beanie. “Thanks. I’m not usually the damsel type, even if I’m frequently distressed. But if knights in shining armor look like you, then feel free to rescue me anytime.”

“You wouldn’t need to ask, my lady.” The knight bowed low. “If I may ask, what are you called?”

“Me? I’m Buffy Summers.”

“I wouldn’t dare be so familiar. I shall call you Lady Elizabeth.”

Buffy shrugged. “I don’t think anyone’s ever called me a lady, but sure, let’s go with that. And what do they call you, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Delicious?”

“Prince Forsythe Pendleton Jones, the third.”

She whistled. “Sounds like a mouthful.”

He sheathed his sword and gave her a wink and a charming smile. Butterflies erupted in Buffy’s stomach, and for once, it wasn’t monster-related cramps.

********************

Prince Forsythe could hardly tear his eyes away from the strange woman who looked like a princess and yet fought the droves of warped creatures at his side like a warrior. She was clever and very forward.

“You know,” she said after sending a werewolf flying into some nearby bushes. “It’s kind of a thing around these parts for two warriors to share a kiss after emerging victorious in battle.”

Very forward.

After growing up around the palace and the constraints upon behavior between men and women, Forsythe found Buf- Lady Elizabeth refreshing. “That could be arranged, my lady.”

He tapped the pommel of his sword against the mangled gray skull of...hell, he didn’t have the faintest clue what that being was. But small as it was, it kept growling and trying to eat someone’s pet dog.

The witch with the indecent dress length stuck her finger in the air. “Merlin’s Beard, I’ve got it! I know who the Dark Lord is that’s casted a spell on all of us! You two, hold them off while I duel with Mr. Honey. You! Ginger girl with the candelabra? Keep on running across the lawns, lead the rest of them away!”

Forsythe twisted around and spotted the lady with flowing red locks and an elaborate nightrail, rushing across the green holding a three-pronged candlestick aloft.

Lady Elizabeth turned back to him. “FYI, I better be the only one you’re My Lady-ing, because I’m definitely a one-prince woman.” She executed a peculiar spinning kick that was all lethal grace and a sinister red-horned devil became entangled in an enormous spider’s web.

“Of course!” He shot back, insulted that she would think so low of him. “I’m no scoundrel!”

When Lady Elizabeth smiled at him then, it was as if the dark clouds that always followed him had parted, and there shone the sun.

They dispatched the last of the hostile creatures, with the assistance of other tiny, brightly colored warriors, and one very small princess with no qualms about using her scepter as a hammer.

The battle finished, Forsythe drove his sword into the ground and curled his arms around his Lady Buffy, dipping her backwards in a hard and exuberant kiss.

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Buffy curled her arms around her prince in gray beanie and kissed him back just as enthusiastically. Had she ever had a kiss like this before? Maybe it’d just been so long because of the pressures of being a Slayer. It was hard to have a normal dating life when you had to vanquish the forces of evil every other week, and then pass pop quizzes.

His lips were so soft against hers, and she felt the tingling all the way down to her toes. Betty gasped against Jughead’s lips, her head feeling strangely fuzzy all of the sudden.

She froze.

Jughead’s lips?

Her eyes flew open, only to see equally startled blue ones staring back at her.

They sprang apart, gaping at each other as they tried to make sense of what had just happened. Betty wasn’t sure how to feel about this development—maybe she was still half in love with Archie, but right now she didn’t exactly feel horrified that she’d kissed Jughead Jones and liked it. A lot.

Jughead didn’t look grossed out either.

They were still staring at each other when Veronica came storming out of a yellow craftsman house down the street, fuming. “Honestly, if you’re going to go around calling yourself ‘Mr. Honey’ that’s pretty much a giant advertisement that the one thing that’ll defeat you is summoning a spray of vinegar!”

Archie limped over to them, mask in hand and his costume torn in several spots. An embarrassed Moose Mason, shirtless save for his ripped jeans and letterman jacket, was a few paces behind.

**********************************

Jughead was doing his best to not be too hopeful about the shy smiles Betty was shooting his way even as they were joined by their friends. Even Cheryl, who glared at them as she stomped past.

“Oh, Bettykins,” Veronica murmured, hugging her best friend. “I’ll never make fun of you and your love of sleuthing ever again.”

“Vindication!” Betty playfully hissed out.

Archie groaned. “I don’t know about you guys, but I think I’ve had enough of tricks. Let’s go back to mine and treat ourselves to more greasy pizza and fizzy pop.”

Everyone else readily agreed and they started the trek back to the Andrewses. Jughead fished his cell phone out of his pocket and called his mom to check in on her and Jellybean. Both were fine, but his mom was exhausted from chasing ‘Jelly-cat’ all over the Southside.

One block away from Elm street, Betty dropped behind the other three and linked arms with him. Something fluttered in his chest when she grinned over at him.

“So, Prince Forsythe, any regrets about your choice of costume?”

“You know, all things considered, I have to say none at all, Lady Buffy. And you?”

“I don’t know, I have a feeling I’d still have kicked ass as Princess Elizabeth of House Cooper,” she mused.

“No question about it. Shall we, my badass lady? I’ll share a cheese pizza with you.”

“Have more romantic words ever been spoken?” Betty giggled, her arm tightening in his. “Lead on, my brave prince.”

All in all, it wasn’t that bad of a Halloween. Everyone was mad at the Daeneryses who had ordered their tiny dragons to burn a bunch of the candy (and some houses). The mayor blamed the incident on hallucinogenic drugs being leaked into the water system. Veronica did not handle the lack of recognition for her efforts well. Archie and Moose winced whenever the word ‘bear’ were so much as mentioned.

And Betty? Starting the following Monday at school, she started waiting at the corner of Dillon and Main for him, so they could walk the rest of the way together.

Maybe hope wasn’t just for fools after all, even ones named Jughead Jones.

#bughead fanfiction #bughead #riverdaleevents #avarosier writes

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duhragonball · 5 years ago

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Dragon Ball Z Movie 12: Fusion Reborn (3/6)

So Janemba’s messing with King Yemma, cutting off his authority over the boundary between the living and dead. Yemma knew this would have dire consequences for the universe, and we see that manifest on Earth, where dead people are suddenly back from the grave. For example, this family is at a cemetary to visit their grandfather’s grave, only to find him alive and well in his burial clothes no less. He’s not a ghost or any other sort of apparition either; he has feet and everything.

Elsewhere, an older man named Romeo has a similar experience at the grave of his deceased lover, Juliano. Or Julianne? I don’t know. You’d think they would have called her “Juliet” to play in with Romeo, except in the play they both died young. Here, Romeo survived, and he’s and old man.

But Julianne hasn’t aged at all in the past sixty years since her death. It kind of makes for an awkward reunion.

Incidentally, Romeo has a crucifix, so this marks the first official appearance of Jesus Christ in Dragon Ball. We’ve seen crosses and the name “Jesus Christ”, but this is an actual image of the Son of God Himself. “But Lord, why are there no footprints in the sand during the most difficult parts of the journey?” “Because that was when I Instant Transmissioned you, lol.”

Speaking of crosses, here’s Dracula, and I guess he was dead, until he came back today. But he still has a wooden stake in his heart, which... okay why does he want it removed if it’s not killing him? Why can’t he just take it out himself? Also, if Janemba’s powers are causing dead people to come back to life, shouldn’t Dracula turn back into a human?

Meanwhile, some horde of invaders on horseback marches through traffic. I think these are supposed to be Mongols, but I dunno.

They kind of get their thunder stolen when a second army of tanks shows up, let by Adolf Hitler. I mean, it’s not quite Hitler. His uniform is bright purple, and the real Hitler wouldn’t be leading a battalion of tanks into action. But this movie never bothers to give him a satirical name, like “Dunkoff Shitler” or “Adenoid Hynkel” or whatever. So I just refer to this guy as Hitler. Same as that vampire from a minute ago.

In any event, this guy’s obvious resemblance to Hitler is why his scenes were edited out in several countries, which have laws against depicting Nazi imagery. For what it’s worth, the movie doesn’t really lose much with these scenes taken out.

Also, there’s just straight up zombies running around, which I don’t really understand, since Hitler and Julianne are fully alive. But that’s the chaos of Janemba for you. He’s not purposely doing any of this. This is just the result of him cutting off King Yemma’s power to regulate the dead.

But don’t worry, folks, Gohan’s here and he’ll save the day, right after he finishes eating.

Goku may be dead, but his legacy lives on in his sons, Gohan and Goten. Chi-Chi doesn’t mind doing all the dishes from the boys’ meals, but she does miss her husband at times like these.

So Videl offers to help with the dishes, but Chi-Chi’s like, no way, you’re a guest in this house.

But somehow we end up with Videl doing the dishes in the next scene. This is one of my favorite animations in this movie. With the sound effects, I could watch a loop of this all day.

Chi-Chi is impressed, so she tells Videl that she’ll make a fine wife.

And Videl’s all “Marriage? Gawrsh!” This is adorable. She’s so worked up that she drops a dish.

But Chi-Chi doesn’t mind, because she still thinks Videl is cut out for married life. In the manga, Chi-Chi wants Videl to marry Gohan so she can get a chunk of that sweet, sweet Mr. Satan fortune, but in this movie, I almost feel like she’s proposing to marry Videl herself. “Marry me, Videl, so I may never have to wash a dish again!” “Wh-what about Gohan?” “What about Gohan?”

Then Videl breaks more dishes, but before she can clean them up, she gets a call from the Satan City Police, who inform her that the dead have risen and are overrunning the town. Also, they ask her to contact Great Saiyaman. Videl’s like “No problem, I’m at his house now. I think his mom is coming on to me.”

“Stay away from my mom, Videl.”

Meanwhile, in Otherworld, Goku and Pikkon’s championship match is interrupted when a giant crystal sprouts out of the ring.

The Grand Kai believes the disturbance is coming from King Yemma’s domain, and he sends Pikkon to investigate. But Goku doesn’t want him to go, since that would mean he’d win the tournament by forfeit. So the Grand Kai orders Goku to go with Pikkon, and that works out, since Goku can teleport there.

When they arrive, they find everything all messed up.

Yemma somehow contacts them from within the barrier around his domain, and he points out Janemba on the roof.

Pikkon tries to ask Janemba to cut the shit, but Janemba either won’t cooperarte or he can’t understand him. When Pikkon loses his patience, Big J flicks him into one of those floating jellybeans he made.

This catches Goku’s interest, and now he’s happy that they left the tournament for this, since Janemba seems like an even greater challenge.

Janemba seems to agree to tangling with Goku, so he suggests that Pikkon see to Yemma while Goku lures Janemba to hell, where he’ll be out of the way.

I’m not sure if there were already jellybeans in hell, or if Janemba brought a bunch down with him.

Otherwise, Hell has experienced its own bizarre changes. I’m not entirely sure what’s changed, since we only saw it twice in the entire run of the anime up until now, but I’m pretty sure all those humanoid-looking figures weren’t there before.

Janemba grabs a few and turns them into mini-clones of himself.

Goku thinks they look cute until they all start ganging up on him.

Fortunately, Goku can just beat them away with a few roundhouse kicks, and they all vanish. The bad news is that the big Janemba won’t be that easy.

Back on Earth, Gohan’s having tons of fun clobbering zombies.

Videl’s doing pretty well against them too, but the real question is: Why is this happening, and how do they stop it? Gohan isn’t sure, but he’s confident that it’ll all work out with the two of them together.

Videl’s charmed by his answer, but then--

Some jagoff intrudes on their moment.

Oh look, it’s this asshole. Yeah, Frieza’s back and he’s in this movie too, along with Dracula, Hitler, and Jesus. For those of you keeping score, that means Steel Ball Run, Hellsing, and Resurrection F were all inspired by this movie.

Frieza is surprised that anyone on Earth knows him by name, so Gohan unmasks to reveal that he was the kid with the bowl-haircut on Namek.

Videl’s completely smitten here. “Wow, he’s wayyy dreamier than his mom!”

So Frieza’s decided to kill Gohan as revenge for Goku defeating him. You’d think he’d be mad about Future Trunks killing him, but he was friends with Gohan too, so it still works. The part that doesn’t work is this punk-ass bitch running around in Movie 12 like it’s still Movie 3.

So Frieza sics a surprise army of henchmen on Gohan to soften him up. Of course, it makes perfect sense that all the top Frieza soldiers would be here, and that they’d still be loyal to Frieza, but there’s also a lot of Movie 1-5 henchmen too, and most of them don’t even know Frieza. Still it’s not hard to believe that they could be persuaded to join his side.

But Bojack seems pretty hard to swallow. Out of everyone in this scene, he’s definitely stronger than Frieza ever was, so why isn’t he calling the shots here?

Anyway, waves of henchmen, Frieza’s invincible, what will Gohan do now?

FREE-ZA FREE-ZA FREE-ZA FREE-ZA

Hadou ooana GALAXY Yudan wana PARASITE

FREE-ZA FREE-ZA FREE-ZA FREE-ZA

Obienaku wa warera min

DIE!DIE!DIE!

So yeah, everyone sees Gohan END Frieza with one fraggin’ punch, and they all turn chickenshit and run away. Even Bjoack, I guess, which only makes sense, because Gohan punched a hole through him in Movie 9.

Videl’s like “Wow, it’s kind of weird how all of these dead people came back to life, and presumably we can’t kill them again because they’d just come back, and yet Frieza was the only jerk in this whole movie who got exploded and stayed dead from all of this.”

Then Gohan does his victory poses, and Videl swoons off-screen. In the dub, they changed the ending dialogue to suggest that Gohan and Videl made out shortly after this scene, and Goten and Trunks saw it. It’s not in the Japanese script, but come on. How was Videl not al over this dude after this? We know it happened.

Meanwhile, Mr. Satan is punching zombies someplace else, and he’s pretty pleased with how well he’s doing, except there’s no one around to watch him in action, so he moves on to find his grateful public.

Fortunately, he won’t run out of zombies anytime soon.

Meanwhile, Goten and Trunks are helping out by gathering the Dragon Balls, They find the seventh one on a golf course.

But Goten gets hit with a golf ball while he’s there. Irritated, he decides to hide the ball to get payback on whoever sent it his way.

But he hides it in the hole, so the golfer thinks he made a hole-in-one and he’s sobbing with joy. This doesn’t have much to do with the movie, but what’s great about Fusion Reborn is that you can expand on almost any scene and make it part of the wider story. Maybe this guy’s a dead Frieza Soldier who got the call to mobilize and he said “Fuck that, if I’m alive, I’m gonna hit the links one last time.” Or maybe he’s just a regular dude, but the lady there is his dead wife, who’s come back to tell him that the accident wasn’t his fault, and it’s okay for him to move on with his life. Or they’re both alive, but the golf course gets destroyed by Cell during his epic battle with Tiencha.

Back at Capsule Corp. Gohan summons Shenron. For some reason, in the dub, she tells him he’s “the only one who can,” and I’ve never understood that. Maybe she means that Gohan’s the only one who understands the crisis well enough to make the right wish to Shenron, but she could still call the Dragon. She’s done it before several times.

It’s funny how this is the first time Goten and Trunks have seen Shenron, even though the plot of Movie 10 was them gathering Dragon Balls specifically to see Shenron. That’s how big a disappointment Movie 10 was. Meanwhile, Movie 12 is so awesome that it pays off ideas from other movies.

Videl might have wished for a handsome BMF with cool shades...

But Shenron can’t grant a wish that’s already come true. Let’s just pause here to drink in this majestic shot of Casual Friday Great Saiyaman.

...

Nice.

I’m just gonna put it here again. It’s great.

So Gohan explains the situation to Shenron and asks him to put all the dead people back where they belong, which Shenron says is a simple task.

But then he says he can’t do it after all. Goten complains, and Trunks silences him before Shenron can take offense.

Now, in the dub, Shenron gives a more thorough explanation. He can move the dead back where they belong, but with King Yemma out of commission, there’s nothing to stop them from simply coming back. I think that logic is strongly implied in the subtitles, but it’s not quite so clear. In any case, this is beyond Shenron’s power. It wouldn’t be if Yemma were on the board, but if that were the case, there’d be no need to involve Shenron in the first place.

So that leaves everyone feeling pretty dejected. The problem lies in Otherworld, and if Shenron and Gohan can’t fix it, then they’re out of options.

And while they ponder what to do next...

...Shenron awkwardly asks if there’s anything else he could do for them while he’s here.

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blueandgoldoffice · 6 years ago

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Can you recommend your favorite long completed fics? Besides the work by lazydaizy. (I’ve read all of her fics already)

We do have a tag for that - you could check that one out.

( long fics )

There is also a super easy way to search the archive for finished fics - that have large word counts. Here is a link to the filtered search

Also - here are a few other long and completed fics - there are several by the same author here. I generally try to make varied lists - but it’s been a while since I rec’d these and I make no apologies. Thanks! Happy Reading! ❤ Jandy

Playlist Amour by @1sleepydormouse (50/50 - T)

Summary: Betty slowly begins to realize that there are only so many times one can have their heart broken before there are too many pieces to pick up alone. Jughead begins to understand that a constant supply of food isn’t the only thing he needs in his life.

Note: If you haven’t read this one, you need to stop what you’re doing and do it now. It’s what I like to think of as Bughead Required Reading. Comicsverse. Perfection. I promise. Perfect.

i can’t fall in love without you by @thetaoofbetty (25/25 - M)

Summary: “Jesus, Arch, girls aren’t actually Pokemon, you don’t have to collect them all,” Jughead tells Archie as he’s distracted by yet another completely ordinary but objectively attractive female walking by.“Did you just out yourself as a nerd even more?” Archie asks, still looking at the back end of the girl he was watching.“First of all, nerd is term meant to subjugate people with interests considered to be lesser by the people that find them intimidating. And also, I’ll have you know, Jellybean was the one who was into it.”

The Missing and Extended Moments by @litladyloveshp (60/60 - T)

Summary: Starting before the beginning of the series. Looking over crucial moments in the friendship between Archie and Jughead (in the first couple chapters) and the romantic relationship between Betty and Jughead. Shifts between Jughead and Betty POV.

heart rise above by @onceuponamirror (20/20 - M)

Summary: It wasn’t an experiment with freedom borne of some Americana fantasy; rather, a road trip of purely logistical intentions. The plan was simple. Drive from Boston to Chicago for his sister’s college graduation. That’s it. Or, he drives a Ford Pickup Named Desire.

Wicked by @writeradamanteve (24/24 - E)

Summary: Her name was Betty Cooper and she was Wicked. Not wicked: evil. Or even wicked: cool. When witches called other witches Wicked, it was said in hushed tones and wary glances. It was said with respect and often in fear. Wicked witches were hated and envied, sometimes coveted, sometimes revered. Not all witches were Wicked, but all Wicked were witches, and they were powerful. Covens wanted them, Slayers killed them.His name was Jughead Jones. And he was a Slayer.

Sweetwater Boundary: A Riverdale Western by @forasecondtherewedwon (15/15 - E)

Summary: Hear me out. Jughead Jones and Archibald Andrews both care for Elizabeth Cooper. Late 1800s Riverdale ain’t big enough for the both of them. My story reinterprets the characters and certain plot points of season 1 in the style of a literary Western. Pairings: Jughead*Betty, Archie*Cheryl, Veronica*F.P., & Kevin*Joaquin. Also featuring assorted Coopers, Andrews, Blossoms, & Lodges.

Teenage Talk by darlingdearestdead (13/13 - T)

Summary: At Riverdale High’s ten year reunion, Betty and Jughead are thrust together when a former classmate turns up dead. Future Fic. Au – Betty and Jughead never dated.

Scars by @itsindiansummer13 (20/20 - T)

Summary: When rising photographer Jughead Jones scores a photo shoot with model-of-the-moment Betty Cooper, he expects to use it, simply, to help his career take off. What he doesn’t expect, is to be so enraptured with her beauty.Or for the single shoot to turn into a series of stunning portraits,Or to witness the marks on her palms grow into burns across her skin..What he doesn’t expect either, is to be her salvation.

Drive by @writeradamanteve (20/20 - M)

Summary College AU. When Betty escapes into the Blossom private library during a party, she meets tall, dark, and broody Jughead Jones. She projects a typical neurotic college student persona, but Jughead doesn’t buy it. He knew in his bones that there was more to her than meets the eye.When they share each other’s secrets, it’s electric and they have no idea where it’s going to take them.

Be Lonely With Me by @bughead-is-riverdale (20/20 - M)

Summary: A young single mother and a successful author meet at a creative writing class in New York. Betty is trying to get the education that she had to sacrifice to bring up her daughter and Jughead has run out of inspiration for his new novel. Can they help each other?

bring the sin by @sopaloma (7/7 - M)

Summary: three decades. seven people. seven sins.

Harvest to Home by @writeradamanteve (13/13 - E)

Summary: He had not expected Betty Cooper to look the way she did. When he booked this Bed & Breakfast as his writing getaway, he had been told that it was a quiet, out of the way place, with an accommodating owner/hostess who cooked divine spreads, offered great conversation, and made her guests feel right at home.He had been expecting a more matronly figure, gray haired perhaps, stately, maybe, the way those baby boomer, Hampton-living, ladies carried themselves. She had, after all, been described by his editor as a cross between Martha Stewart, Ina Garten, and Ree Drummond of Pioneer Woman fame. None of those ladies were leggy, in their twenties, smelled like sweet lilacs, and was gorgeous as hell. And none of them had that long blonde hair…

#bughead #genre: au #genre: future #genre: canon divergence #genre: canon compliant #genre: comics #jughead: demisexual #betty: mechanic #jughead: writer #betty: model #jughead: photographer #genre: college #betty: farmer #genre: supernatural #genre: western #bughead fanfiction #long fic

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choiceslife · 6 years ago

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Christmas in Hartfeld (Aaron and Zig Ortega)

Disclaimer: Based upon characters in Choices - The Freshman/Sophomore/Junior/Senior series. All characters presented are the property of Pixelberry Studios. I claim no ownership. This story is purely the work of the poster as fanfiction.

Story Note: This fic is for the #achoiceschristmascarol hosted by @choicesseasonalprompts @blackcatkita and @darley1101 . I’m using the prompt ‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, particularly the version by Rumer. This is the result and I hope you enjoy.

Story Rating/Warning: Mature (To Be Safe)/Adult Language and Content. It’s Fluffy, but this story is intended for an Adult audience.

Summary: Zig scrambles to salvage his roommate’s holiday after learning of Aaron’s predicament.

Author’s Note: This story follows the events of my fic, Constant Craving, and takes place before MC heads off to London. It is a part of my Chromatic AU. The link to my Master List is in my bio header.

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Winter break in Hartfeld was always relaxing and peaceful. Gone were the throngs of undergrads packing the local establishments to capacity. In their place, the slower pace of local residents catching their collective breaths from the busy fall semester. Unlike many college towns, Hartfeld residents had a great relationship with the University that resided within its borders. Even still, the quiet downtime of the holiday season was instrumental in maintaining that symbiotic relationship between students and locals.

Zig Ortega was part of a small percentage of Hartfeld University students that grew up in the towns within a few miles of the school’s property. His close proximity to campus was both a blessing and a curse. While it was great that he could get a home cooked meal every night rather than the typical student’s cafeteria fare; it also meant that he wouldn’t get the full college lifestyle by living at home. Thankfully, the Second Chance Scholarship changed all that by coming with a housing stipend that allowed him to live in a campus apartment. Zig loved his mom and sisters, but he was glad to have some independence when he first enrolled.

Being close by also meant that there were less baristas available to work shifts at the coffee shop, so if someone called out, Zig was one of the few around to cover. Which is exactly what happened the week leading up to Christmas.

“I promise I’ll be home on Christmas Eve mom. The shop we’ll be closing early. I’m just gonna stay on campus this week. I worked a double today and I have to be back early tomorrow morning since we’re short staffed.” Zig took long strides up the stairs to his third floor apartment, fishing for his keys as he readjusted his backpack onto the opposite shoulder. “Yes mom.... I love you too. Okay...Bye.”

“Ziggy Pop? What are you doing here?” A shocked Aaron jumped up from lounging on the couch as his roommate entered their living room. Aaron clearly hadn’t expected anyone to be around over winter break. A couple of empty pizza boxes and discarded fast food wrappers littered the coffee table in the living room. Aaron’s appearance was slightly disheveled compared to his usual well kept look, as if he had been stressing over something.

“Brandon called me this morning asking if I could cover his shifts this week.” Zig placed his backpack down on the floor beside the front door. He took in the sight of the clutter around the apartment. Typically the place was spotless. Aaron and Zig were both pretty meticulous about maintaining a clean abode. “Apparently his brother bailed on Christmas and his mom is pretty upset, so he wants to spend more time with her. What are you doing here? I thought you left for home yesterday?”

Panic set in as Aaron began to rub the back of his neck wracking his brain for an answer, any answer, to Zig’s inquiry. But he couldn’t. Aaron knew he finally had to come clean to his roommate and best friend. “I’m sorry Ziggy-O. I should have told you sooner...”

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“Mijo!” Linda Ortega exclaimed as her only son entered the front door. She wrapped her arms around her strapping baby boy, pulling him away from the bitter cold and darkness outside. Linda hadn’t been expecting Zig to return for another few days based upon their earlier conversation, but when he called with an emergency and needed her help, she didn’t hesitate to take action. “And you must be Aaron,” Linda said to the young man standing behind her son with a small book bag strapped to his back and a canvas laundry bag in his hands.

“Yes ma’am,” Aaron replied as Linda yanked him into a motherly embrace.

“We are so happy to have you with us for the holidays, Love. We put some fresh linens on Zig’s bed, where you’ll be staying. He can take the couch. Oh and there’s a change of clothes in the room as well. Stuff Zig hasn’t worn in a while. They should fit you.”

“You didn’t have to go through all the trouble Mrs. Ortega. I’m okay to take the couch...”

“Oh it’s no trouble at all Honey,” Linda interrupted. “And guests in this house do not sleep on the couch. Zig is totally fine with you taking his room for a few days.” Aaron noticed Ziggy-Pop nodding in agreement as Linda took a hold of the laundry bag in his hands before patting him on the behind and ushering him up the stairs behind her son. “Now go. Zig will show you to your room and you can freshen up. Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes. I’ll get this load of laundry started. And please, call me Linda.”

Aaron smiled brightly at the enthusiastic Mrs. Ortega, before following his best friend upstairs. In that moment, he felt love. Zig’s mom was pure delight and it became absolutely clear just where Zig got his warmth and compassion. Aaron truly lucked out getting assigned as his roommate; he just wished that it could last for Zig’s final semester.

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The next couple of days were a whirlwind in the Ortega household. Linda and her eldest daughter, Marie, enjoyed cooking and baking with Aaron; Sophie enjoyed getting his advice on which professors’ classes to avoid; and Lucy and Mila enjoyed binge watching Beautiful Tiny Fibbers on WebFlicks with him. For Aaron, it just felt nice to feel like he belonged somewhere again.

Zig returned home one afternoon, a couple days before Christmas, in a fluster. “Aaron. Come on. I need you to come with me to the store. I forgot to grab a gift for Britney and Chris.” Zig shot a knowing looking to his mother as Aaron retrieved his garments from upstairs. Linda acknowledged her son, ready to set their plan in motion.

“Do you have an idea of what to get them?” Aaron asked as he descended the stairs while pulling on his coat.

“Not a clue. This could take a while.”

“Have fun boys,” Linda bid farewell as her son pulled his friend out the door. She waited until she heard Zig’s car leave before giving her daughters the all clear. “Ok girls. Operation: Merry Zigmas is a go!”

“Really Mom? Merry Zigmas?” Lucy questioned as her oldest sister, Marie, went to grab the new gifts that her mom and brother secretly bought for Aaron the other day.

“Well this was Zig’s idea and Aaron is his best friend,” Sophie answered. “We have been blessed, but Aaron is going through some tough times with his family right now. Zigster just wants him to have a great holiday like the rest of us.”

“Yeah. He’s a sweetheart and deserves to feel loved,” Marie chimed in as she returned with the gifts. “I can’t believe his parents disowned him for being true to himself.”

A brief quiet washed over the Ortega ladies as they contemplated the internal struggle Aaron must have been going through. But soon, they each realized, without saying a word, just how much they wanted to bring joy to his holiday. A flurry of wrapping paper and ribbon soon took over the living room as Zig’s mom and each of his sisters set to wrapping a variety of gifts for their holiday guest; knowing just how important their small gesture would mean to their brother’s best friend.

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Love, laughter, and Christmas music filled the air of the Ortega household on Christmas Eve. Zig was fortunate that the café owner decided to keep the shop closed today, allowing all of the employees to spend more time with their families for the holiday. And quality family time is exactly what happened all day, afternoon, and evening.

As night set in and the hours got late, Linda finally got everyone’s attention for the final Ortega Family Tradition. “Okay my babies, the time has come for you all to open one gift before Christmas Day arrives. This year, however, I’ll be the one randomly picking the gift from beneath the tree for each of you.” Linda caught her son’s eye and winked as the words left her mouth.

Aaron watched as each of Linda’s children unwrapped the gift she handed to them. Marie received a pair of tickets to next year’s Aurora Music Festival, while Zig was gifted a book on Japanese culture and customs with a link for downloadable language lessons. Each of Zig’s three younger sisters received Surface tablets, which Mrs. Ortega was quick to point out, was to help them with their school studies. Linda then stood before Aaron with a small envelope with his name on it. “Oh Mrs...erm, Linda, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Nonsense Honey,” Linda scoffed. “Everyone with the Ortega’s for the holidays partakes in our family traditions.”

“She’s not gonna take no for an answer Aaron,” Zig added with a smile while gesturing for his roommate to open the gift.

Aaron nodded and proceeded to peel open the envelope. Inside was a formal note on fancy letterhead. He was a bit confused, but as he started to read, tears began to form in his eyes.

“What’s it say?�� Mila finally asked; the suspense killing her.

Aaron hitched his breath for a moment before speaking. “Prescott Industries is offering to pay my tuition, room, and board for the rest of my time in college. And they’re inviting me to join their Summer Intern Program this summer to see if the company is a good fit for my career goals.” A chill ran down Aaron’s spine as tears streamed his face. He rose from his seat without saying another word and wrapped his arms around Linda. The petite mom hugged the sobbing, athletically built young man as best she could before being joined by her daughters and Zig.

“I hope it’s okay that I told your story to my boss,” Linda said the moment the group hug ended. “He overheard me talking with my co-worker when we were discussing some gifts we could get for you. I left out your name because, well, people don’t need to know your name, but Mr. Prescott was upset with your predicament and just wanted to help. He is such a wonderful man and a fantastic boss.”

“He is wonderful and I can’t thank him enough,” Aaron managed to utter between sobs while trying to regain his composure. “But you and your family... you’re amazing. I never...” Aaron began crying again, unable to find words as he was completely overcome with emotions by the incredible gesture of the Ortega’s and Mr. Prescott. Linda, her daughters, and Zig all encircled Aaron in another group hug and soon his tears turned to laughter. “Thank you all.”

The night wore on and eventually the excitement and joy subsided; being replaced with yawns and tiredness from all of the day’s festivities. Zig hugged each of his sisters and mom goodnight, letting Linda know that he’d clean up the mess in the living room before going to bed. Aaron stayed back to help him.

The two friends scooped up discarded wrapping paper and boxes in relative silence as soft Christmas music continued to play lowly in the background. For a moment, Aaron watched as Zig stuffed the festive remnants into a trash bag. He appreciated everything Zig and his family had done for him, and Aaron realized that it was time for him to tell his friend the whole truth. “I love you,” Aaron blurted out. His face turned three shades of red when Zig turned towards him and Aaron realized that he skipped right over his explanation. He shook his head and refocused his thoughts. “When I came out to my parents, I didn’t say to them ‘I think I might like a guy’ like I told you I did. I told them that I was in love with you. They shamed me. Told me that I was violating your trust as a friend. And then my dad told me that he would not accept a son with an alternative lifestyle.”

Zig dropped the trash bag and wrapped his arms around his roommate as tears began to form once again in Aaron’s eyes. Only this time, Aaron willed them away.

“For years I wanted to tell you Zig, but I felt like I couldn’t risk losing your friendship,” Aaron continued. “And then after how my parents reacted, I thought it would be best to just finish out this semester with you on a happy note; that when you came back from winter break and I wasn’t there would be easier than trying to explain my situation.”

When the words finally stopped flowing, Zig spoke up. “I love you too Aaron. If I’m being honest, I was afraid to tell you my feelings as well.”

The two friends looked at each other; Zig still holding Aaron in an embrace, before softly chuckling at their shared behavior. Had they spoken sooner, they would have realized their mutual love. Aaron got lost in Zig’s eyes as ‘Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas’ by Rumer began to play softly.

“I love this song,” Aaron commented as he placed his forehead against Zig’s.

“Shall we dance?”

Aaron smiled with a slight nod, before snuggling even closer to Zig. The two men swayed in time with the slow and classic ballad, both happy to finally be honest with the other. All of their fears and worries washed away as the song played because they both knew they finally had each other.

The song came to an end, but Zig still softly rocked with Aaron for a few more moments. When he finally opened his eyes, he realized that the two were standing beneath the festive red and green plant that his mother loved to hang about the house at this time of year. “You know what we’re supposed to do when we’re beneath this don’t you?” Zig inquired as he tilted Aaron by the chin to gaze upon the decor above.

Without hesitation, Aaron crashed his lips to Zig’s, enjoying the softness and the warm sensation from the man he long craved. Aaron savored the taste as he drug his tongue along his partner’s tongue before pulling back slowly. He caught Zig’s lower lip gently between his teeth and playfully nibbled before placing one last quick peck on his roommates luscious mouth. “Damn. I have waited so long for that and it did not disappoint.”

Before Zig could answer, someone cleared their throat behind them. The guys turned to see Sophie sitting on the stairs. “Thought you guys should know, but that’s holly you’re kissing under. The mistletoe is the white and green plant hanging over the couch.” Sophie got up from her seated position and started to make her way back upstairs, before turning back. “I can’t imagine what you two would do with each other under actual mistletoe.” She shot her brother a sly grin.

“Goodnight Sophie,” Zig said flushed with embarrassment.

“Goodnight boys.”

Aaron kissed Zig on the cheek, pulling his attention back from his departing sister. “I know what I’m imagining I’d do to you under the mistletoe,” he chuckled as he pulled Zig onto the couch.

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(The End)

#achoiceschristmascarol #choices fanfic #choices the senior #zig ortega #long post #playchoices

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oh-law-d-he-comin · 6 years ago

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DECK Prompts, Day 2

September, Year 1

Law is 11, and all morning one thought has been on his mind. Gryffindor. I'm gonna be in Gryffindor. It's there when he fumbles the barrier-crossing at King’s Cross and slams into a mere brick wall, making his first ride one in the staff car, getting his head checked for concussions. It's there when he blows his allowance on the food cart right before the Express reaches its destination, chocolates and jellybeans spilling from his arms as he hurries after the crowd. It's there when he gets scolded for the first time (but certainly not the last), chatting at a nearby student during the sorting ceremony. (It doesn't count, he assures himself. What are they gonna do, take points from a House he hasn't been placed in yet?)

It's nothing big, he just considers himself pretty brave, or foolhardy, or both, and to be honest that's the same as half the kids there already. His mother was a Gryffindor, a Head Girl in her time no less (though if push came to shove he wouldn't mind Ravenclaw, his father's house). Besides, really he just likes the colors. If he ended up anywhere else he'd have to switch his favorite scarf, and what's he supposed to do about his eyes?

“Law Kiyuu!” rings out the call, and he is so glad they didn't use his full name, enough that it overrides sorting excitement for a moment. Maybe coming here with the teachers was good luck? Most of them seem nice, if not exasperated, but he knows he has that effect on people, especially adults, which is weird because they should be smarter than the kids and why don't they appreciate his facts then? But the one lady was really nice about listening to his tirade on necromancy, which has been on his mind recently after Drav showed him that book and-

He's on the stage before he knows it, and now that he is, there's no time to waste. Law looks out into the crowd, beaming, and jams the Sorting Hat on so hard it covers half his face. He doesn't have to, though. The moment it even comes close to his head, the hat’s mind is made:

“SLYTHERIN!”

That's right, Gryffind- wait wait wait, excuse me? He pauses halfway through putting the hat down and slams it back on, flailing an arm out at the teacher trying to stop him. What, no deliberating? No, I don't know, taking my opinion into account? Ravenclaw I'd get, Hufflepuff maybe, but the snake emporium??? Was I thinking too much about Corvy? Do you have screws loose in your nonexistent head?

“If you have a stick of celery, half an onion, and one carrot, but a pile of tomatoes, what flavor is the soup going to end up?”

...What?

The hat huffs irritably. “You have dreams, yes? Like everyone else? The difference between them and you is simply that one day, young man, you will-”

And then the hat is ripped off his head, he gets a very stern warning, and Law has to find a new favorite scarf.

September, Year 2

Law is 12, and he's got a cat! A black kitten, the kind that suits him in both wizard and Muggle dress, a very nice kitty who's large and fluffy and follows him around everywhere he goes (and he always has been a sucker for aesthetics). His housemates attribute the unnerving upturn in mood to the fluffball bearing some weird Muggle name, and they're right: for the first two months back, he doesn't leave the cat behind for anything, not even Transfiguration.

Even for Hogwarts, the kid is kind of weird. There's whispers that his summer job is at the Ministry, that his fingers were lost while encountering a ghoul, that he likes Defense Against the Dark Arts so much because he can come up with ways to counter the counters. His best buddy is a purebred Slytherin, heir to a noble estate, a researcher of necromancy. Thrice he's been caught wandering into the forest, the castle ghosts avoid him lest he trap them in conversation again, he notices things too much and holds his tongue too little. Most of all, the shining silver and green scarf feels wrong on that smiling face. It's unnerving.

So he's friends with his cat, and his “vampire” (as he so kindly calls her), and his parents, who have gotten him a record for “most Howlers sent in a year”. And he never ever stops trying to be friends with the rest of the school.

January, Year 3

“If you put me on that broom I will die,” Law proudly asserts, digging his heels into the ground and scratching futilely at the wall in an attempt to hold on. He's 13 now, and this is shaping up to be the third year in a row he'll fail Flying—even now he's out after classes getting an unsuccessful bonus lesson. “There are sixty-one ways magical flight can go wrong and I'm not even talking about the individual kinds of injuries and sure, you'd think what's a little more to the guy who broke every limb in his body back in October then tripped down the stairs the moment he got out of the med bay but I draw the line at three things and they are brooms, bugs, and milk, which probably explains the broken bones but luckily they will not be broken today!”

“At this rate you'll never be accepted into an Apparition class, you know.” The flying teacher sighs and rubs her temples, letting go of the boy and watching as he instantly sinks to the ground with the broom he's been given. I don't get paid enough for this.

“Perfectly fine by me! Do you know how easily the human body can stop working? Leave an arm behind, that's one thing, but what if you splinch a lung or your cerebellum or half your blood and whoa, shazam, dead witchard on the floor! I was born with feet and they still work and I use them and I'll keep using them, all the more powder or brooms or whatever for the rest of-” He cuts off with a yelp as he’s levitated nearly ten feet in the air, making comically ineffective swimming motions in an attempt to get back down.

“Ma'am! Teach! I am begging you to let me down, this is a once in a lifetime plea, please for the love of all that is good and holy and you know what I'll also invoke the dark and unholy for this one, please!”

“Calm down, Mr. Kiyuu, you are perfectly safe. This is simply to get you used to being in the air, nothing more.” She's perfectly calm, but Law isn't—he drops the broom, replaces it in his hand with a wand, frantically whispers a series of words.

1) Law Kiyuu spends the next two weeks in the hospital wing recovering from no less than six fractured bones and a concussion, sustained in his fall from over five meters up.

2) A new effect of a failed Stunning Spell is recorded in the books, and flying lessons for the quarter are finished by a substitute teacher.

3) Slytherin never recovers from the points lost, and finishes the year dead last in the House Cup.

March, Year 4

Law is 14, and he is standing in the boy’s bathroom, and his wand is shooting sparks like a particularly rambunctious firework from where it is just about snapped in two. The fountain, two shower heads, and a whole row of sinks are busy covering the floor in water, having fought a valiant battle against the wand and lost. Draven and Tsubasa are shooting a mixture of disappointed and shocked glares at him from the entrance, and as far as he can tell it looks like they're debating whether or not to leave him for the wolves.

He needed a new wand anyways, he thinks. The old one didn't vibe with him.

The disappointment radiates off Ollivander in waves when the boy walks in, sheepishly placing two halves of a wand on the counter. “I, um! It's broken!” he announces in an uncharacteristically short statement.

“I can see that. What torture have you put your poor friend through?” the man asks, tracing one of the many scratches in the wood with a sigh.

“So before I say anything, it's not my fault, which is to say it's sort of my fault, but only sort of, mind you! And if it helps the other guy got it way worse- not a real guy either, which is a relief from an I-don't-wanna-go-to-prison standpoint, but perhaps not from a place of my pride, but neither of those are the point. I understand that this is a positively unforgivable crime, simple unbelievable, totally unacceptable, and yet! I implore a new wand from thee.”

Ollivander says nothing, simply lining a row of boxes up before Law with a look that says Next time you will be banned from the shop. Fluent in cold gazes by now, Law merely nods enthusiastically and begins going through his choices.

“Yes? Yeah? This one?”

“Certainly not.”

“It's gotta be this one, it's making noises, none of the other ones did, oh hey, is that smoke?”

“Noises of discomfort, Mr. Kiyuu. Next.”

“This one! I am so sorry about your table, but you saw the sparks, it's my best friend already!”

“...Black walnut… dragon heartstring… thirteen and a half inches… flexible… yes, I suppose it would work. Do that again, this time away from the flammable objects.”

Law concentrates on the wand and does the theatrical swishy motion he's been doing, letting out a stream of bright sparks. Look at it! It's got to be his, it already knows what he's going to be using it for! He glances back up.

“Dragon… like the last one, right? Is it still okay? Will this one blow up too, because that'd be a shame, it seems so smart and I can appreciate another brain even if it's not a physical brain brain because even without neurons I bet it's better than mine.”

“Yes, Hebridean Black to be precise. Quite frankly I cannot imagine any other core, ah, working with you.”

When he returns to the dorm, several coins lighter but weighed down with sweets and japery supplies galore, Draven lends him her book on wand materials as he recounts the day’s adventures. Dragon heartstrings are dramatic, suitable for flashy spells and temperamental wielders, it says. Oh.

November, Year 5

It's Defense Against the Dark Arts time, and Law is now 15, and he is so incredibly stoked to be learning about dementors. They're dark! They wear cool hooded cloaks! They kill people! The cure is chocolate! If it were a slightly different timeline, he might dare say kin. (He still would, his Muggleborn parents have nothing against the Internet, it's just that nobody would understand.)

The students line up to try and fire off a Patronus, and even as he throws off someone's happy thought with overexcited jumping about, Law is totally in his element. He all but pushes the student before him out of the way as they finish, pulling a memory of New Year's morning with family to the front of his mind and brandishing his wand with a shout (for good measure). A cat jumps from the tip, glowing silver like the other apparitions yet dark enough to obviously be a black one. It fizzles out partway across the room, but it's stunningly similar to Law’s own kitty, enough that for a moment he's worried Ryuk is dead and that was a ghost.

Expecto Patronum becomes his favorite spell, practiced late at night as his dormmates throw pillows at him to shut off the glow. “What's better than one cat but two cats?” is his reply every time he fires off another unnecessary burst of joyous thoughts and watches Ryuk’s confused sniffing at a light doppelgänger. He's got a lot of joyous thoughts, so this can go all night!

It actually goes three nights before Law gets bored. Which is good, because the dormmates were starting to pay attention during Herbology and Potions whenever poison came up.

February, Year 6

Law is 16, and it's Valentine’s Day, and all week long he has been waiting for chocolate time to roll around. So right now he should be drowning his nonexistent sorrows in cacao and caffeine and endless amounts of sugar, clearly.

Instead he is in the fucking Forbidden Forest, holding a fucking shovel, burying a fucking body with his best friends. What a great team bonding activity!

To make it clear, he did not kill this body. None of them killed this body. They simply… acquired it from Drav’s father, as a… Christmas gift? or something like that, and something was said and prides were insulted and mistakes were made and they have just witnessed (read: done) a deeply traumatic attempt at raising the dead. The details are hazy around the edges, and to be honest Law couldn't care less about how they got into this, only how they'll get out of it.

“Let's feed it to something,” he whines into his shovel, hands aching and the usually calming sounds of the forest only irritations to his ears. “Aren't there supposed to be spiders in this here woods? It's not like anyone comes in here often enough to matter, we could just leave it in a ditch and go heeeere spidey spidey and never have to touch another six foot hole ever again until we go graverobbing next time.”

“Excellent idea,” Tsubasa deadpans back. “Let's feed it to a something that would also see us as food.”

“C’mooooon, haven't you ever seen zombie movies? They always go for the weakest one, which is by default the literal dead guy, so we'd be home free before anything even thought about coming after us-”

A pebble thunks against his hand, thrown from inside the hole. “Less talking, more digging, Law. While this corpse may be under my possession, you had a hand in requiring this labor, I would hope you have enough responsibility to own up to it.”

Law groans, resumes poking at the dirt, and an hour later the deed is done. Mr. Corpse has been laid to rest, never to walk again.

Until three seconds later, when the soil starts shifting. Correction: Mr. Zombie. (Double correction: Mr. Inferius.)

All three manage not to scream at the sudden movement, but they do share looks conveying something along the lines of what the hell. “So, did you say, making Inferi might have a time lag or something along those lines did you say that Ms. Countess or is this a Bad Thing or is there a time lag and this is also coincidentally a bad thing…?”

“Indeed, I would presume this is a “bad thing”, as you put it.” A hand pokes up out of the recently overturned dirt, waving almost comically in the air. The children book it.

...It's probably okay! They haven't heard any tales of the walking dead recently—even if the teachers are starting to suspect things from their local serial trespasser staying a stone’s throw away from the forest no matter what.

September, Year 7

Law is 17 now, and it's his first year here, he thinks? Huh, that's weird, the doors won't open… and hey, those must be the other kids!

A strangely unthreatening, fuzzy mascot chortles from its spot atop the stage. “I'm your new headmaster now—and we're going to play a game!”

God FUCKING dammit.

#prompt week #!#ooc

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mysteli · 6 years ago

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Metal And Bolts (Hayden Young)

A/N: Hey guys! So I finally got around to making a new PM fic. I’m not sure if this is sequel to the fic ‘‘Something Real’ or not. You can check it out on my Masterlist if you want. This fic is REALLY ANGSTY and it does involve character death so this is EXTREMELY SENSITIVE and it may be hard hitting to some viewers. I’m sorry I’m advance. 💗

This fic was inspired by the film ‘Seven Pounds’ and does include sensitive scenes.

Warning: T (does include character death and suicide)

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‘Hello? 911 what’s your emergency?’

Heavy breath after heavy breath. It’s the only thing keeping Hayden calm as she walks herself through his situation. Nobody needs her. Nobody wants to keep her so why must she bother? Better using your metal parts for a good cause right? So why stay? Why prevent the population from growing by sticking around? Nobody needs her anymore. There may be souls that care but it’s not the same when she’s hurt every single one of them enough as it is.

She can’t do this anymore. Hayden knows she just has to end it all... before Eros can get to her or the people she’s hurt.

‘...There’s been a suicide...’ Hayden whispers in a strained, broken tone, clutching her cellphone so desperately that it almost hurts. Like she hurt Kari, the only reason being so she could hurt her before diseasing with grief. She doesn’t want Kari to mourn Hayden once she’s gone. Only resent her so she doesn’t have to mourn and she can see that what’s about to happen is for the best.

‘How did they do it?’

Hayden sucks in a sharp breath, her other hand barely maintaining a shaky grasp on a wire and a switch that would send an electrical shock so powerful throughout Hayden’s body that it’s enough to deactivate completely... and end her.

‘...Yeah.... Electric shock.’

‘Do you know who the victim is?’

‘Y-Yes...’ Hayden pauses for a moment, biting down on her lower lip to calm her nerves and she tries to sustain that calm exterior. ‘...It’s me.’

‘Excuse me? Ma’am, are you okay? Oh my god... please stay on the line.’

The desperate begging of the law echoes in Hayden’s ears but only seems to add more fuel to the fire and increase her motivation and reasoning to do this. She just wants the law to pass on a message for her. That’s the only reason she called them. She just doesn’t wanna be the one giving her last words face to face.

‘Ma’am, are you there? I’m begging you... tell me where you are. We can have officers—‘

‘No. It doesn’t matter who you send. I’ll still be gone. They’ll just be a body of metal to burn and bury. All I want... is for you to give someone a message for me.’

As Hayden speaks those dreaded words in such a damaged tone that it’s almost like listening to death or starvation, her mind flickers suddenly with the haunting memories of the aftermath of her breakup with Kari. Hayden had the idea to at least apologise to Kari for the way she handled things. The only thing she saw was even more hurt. Kari... kissing Damien. Barely even an hour after they went their separate ways. Maybe it’s some sort of rebound or an attempt of causing jealousy.

Either way, it fucking hurts and that was Hayden’s breaking point. That’s when she realised that no one really cares for her. She really is just someone’s perfect match. A robot. Just metal and bolts.

The lady on the other side of the phone falls silent for a moment, contemplating and processing a desperate Hayden’s request. ‘...What’s the message?’

‘Can you please tell Kari Park what I’m about to say? She’s currently resigning in a hotel in Paris and I’m sure you’ll find her if you...” As Hayden explains Kari’s whereabouts, tears spill from her eyes like an endless river and she’s never felt more guilty than she does right now. ‘You got it?’

“Yes... what is the message?’

“Just please tell Kari that I love her... and that I’m sorry for everything I did. Tell her I’m sorry I fucked everything up and that I have been since I was built. Us meeting was a huge mistake and it shouldn’t have happened. She deserves to be happy, even if it is with Damien. I’m happy for her and I don’t want her grieving me because deep down... she knows I’m just a pile of metal and bolts.’

An unbearable takes place and Kari’s finger looms over the switch, preparing to set it off because she knows this is it. That moment where she ends it all and she finds out that no one really cares at all. All that physical, mental and emotional damage she’s caused to all she’s met. Hayden has put everyone in danger and now she can’t take it back.

Maybe this moment was her real purpose and she’s finally about to fulfil it.

‘Tell her I said goodbye...’

‘Wait! Ma’am, can’t we just talk about this—

‘My name is Hayden Young. Or Project 15673...’

‘Just hold on for a moment and we can fix this. You don’t have to do this!’

The desperate cries of the lady on the other side of the phone increases, her stained tone echoing in Hayden’s mind a thousand times and more. But she blurs it all out, focusing on the feeling of relief that will burst through her when she finally completes her destiny.

‘I was created by a matchmaking service and I couldn’t believe what was happening when I found out what I truly was—‘

‘Please! Stop saying goodbye! We can have officers down there to help you any moment!”

‘—and I realised nothing I did was enough. Kari never seemed satisfied with what I gave her so here we are... and I hope she’s happy with another. I really do...’

‘Please... don’t...’

‘...I’m Hayden Young. One who believes that having no literal heart doesn’t define whether you have emotions... and this is goodbye.’

With that, Hayden hung up the phone and clutched the switch like her life depended on it, immediately feeling a wave of agonising electricity igniting in her body and shooting painful strikes up and down her arms and legs. Her head falls back and she inhales for the last time, dropping the wires and starting to feel herself shorting out like a circuit would. It’s like she’s a battery dying down. The pain rocks her unbearably and she struggles to take it, aware that it should all be over in a few seconds. Until all her wires break down.

What seems like forever goes by, nothing but sharp pains and agonising strikes illuminating every inch of her inanimate body. While all of this is going on, all Hayden can think about is Kari and the desperate pleads she’d be crying out if she had to watch this... which would have been an even more unbearable situation all together.

Suddenly, the pain stops and Hayden’s sapphire eyes go wide into ovals and... they never seem to close again.

—

‘Her purpose was not to destroy but to be destroyed.’ - Anonymous

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bladengineer · 7 years ago

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a loud house

Title: a loud house

Characters: Blitzkrieg Boys + Sasha Alexeyev (OC)

Word Count: 1558

Summary: Snippets of the Alexeyev Household – the home of teenage disasters, petty arguments, russian yelling and boisterous laughter all in-between.

It was almost ironic how time seemed to slow down when disaster was about to happen – infuriatingly more so, when you can’t prevent the said disaster in time. So, with a painful sounding thump!, Bryan slid another few inches forward on his belly over the wooden floorboards, arms outstretched as the expensive looking ming vase shattered into, what he felt like, a million of pieces. He could even feel the impact on his very finger tips, it made him both angry and irritated because oh fuck, that particular vase was Boss Lady’s favourite.

They’re so dead.

“We’re so dead,” he muttered horrified, wide eyes still glued to the pathetic heap of shards in front of him. Behind him, Spencer made a sound between a terrified squeak and pained groan. The two teenage boys proceeded to look at each other with various levels of fear and Bryan was sure, Spencer’s face journeyed through the entire stages of grief in a span of 10 seconds. He would’ve laughed if he wasn’t so hellbent on trying to convince himself that all of this was a fucked up nightmare – Boss Lady will ground their asses well into the next century.

“What was that sound?”

Speaking of the devil. They had to act quick if they wanted to keep their generous outdoor life privileges, so Bryan quickly heaved himself onto his knees and hastily tried to scrape the shards together, mindful of the sharp edges. He threw a panicked look over his shoulder.

“C’mon Spence! Help me, it was your fault anyway!”

To his confusion however, instead of helping him, Spencer’s face went somber as the telltale sound of footsteps ascending the nearby stairs rang through the house. Slowly, Spencer backed away from Bryan, regret in his eyes as he shook his head. Bryan gaped at him.

“Spencer. Don’t you dare–”

The blond stood within his room he shared with Ian, slowly closing his door, face hard.

“Long live the king, Bryan.”

“Spencer, I swear– did you just quote The Lion King at me?!” Bryan hissed, “Spence– Spencer, get your ass–”

The door clicked close and he could only stare at the door in absolute disbelief – betrayed, in cold blood, by his very own brethren. Was this how heartbreak felt like? He couldn’t mull over it too much when a shadow fell over him. Bryan cringed.

“Is that my favourite vase?”

Oh man, and he was really looking forward to that Friday Sale at the local Arts & Crafts Store.

Sasha lifted off the rattling pot lid, mindful of the hot steam emerging from underneath. She took a good whiff, smiling contently at the pleasant smell of food. Swiftly, she picked up the ladle she had put aside previously, stirring the contents in the pot. Attempting a taste, Sasha scooped some of the curry out of the pot, free hand clawing at the countertop next to her. After coming up empty, she furrowed her brows, finally looking away from the pot.

“Huh,” she mumbled. Weird, she was sure she left the fork from before right there. Shrugging, she turned down the heat, checked the rice cooker and then opened the drawer where she put all her cutlery. There, she fished out another fork, only to blink, stunned, again.

Where did her wire whip go? She could’ve sworn it wasn’t missing before, she didn’t even use it today. Now suspicious, she pierced a potato within the curry, blowing on it to dispel some of the heat before eating it. Deeming the curry ready, she went on to get the plates. To her surprise, when she opened the plate cabinet, she was greeted by the sight of the electric hand mixer.

“What on earth–” Sasha muttered, taking the utensil out of it’s wrong spot, only to notice how much lighter it felt than normal. Then, as if on cue, one of the surrounding plastic shells dropped from its unscrewed position, allowing Sasha to discover that the entire motor was missing inside.

A beat of silence. Then, she turned her gaze towards the ceiling.

“IAN!”

Snickering, Bryan took in Tala’s dismayed look and the split lip the other was sporting. Meanwhile, Sasha was busy brewing tea and fussing at the same time.

“I can’t believe you punched that kid at the festival!”

Tala grunted, “He deserved it.”

The woman gave him an unimpressed look.

“Well,” Bryan drawled, “the guy did try to kiss Astrid without her permission, he had it coming.”

“He deserved more than a punch,” Tala grumbled further, leaning his head back against the couch. The Alexeyevs had decided to visit the local festival for a fun day and a chance to meet up with one of Sasha’s former daughters Astrid Rundström, a sweet but incredibly shy young scandinavian woman, who had left the household to attend her scholarship at a prestigious art school abroad. She had been the first ‘sibling’ the boys had met, and though the woman towered over almost half of them, her personality was meek but kind. And despite initially low-key teasing her constantly how her looks didn't match her character, Tala had taken an incredibly protective stance on her – sure, the other boys did too, Ian was even ready to deck the guy at the festival after Astrid had broken into a fit of anxious tears, but Tala had always been the one to fend off unwanted attention.

“So you just break a guy’s nose?” Sasha’s voice brought him back from his reverie.

“He also lost a tooth,” Bryan informed unhelpfully her, which earned him a scornful glare from Tala. Realising his mistake, Bryan shrugged as if to say ‘my bad’ and ducked out of the living room, back outside.

The traitor.

Tala heard Sasha sigh and he watched how she craned her neck to look out of the window – no doubt trying to see if the others were still outside. Spencer and Ian had taken up the task to calm Astrid down, the youngest pelting a joining Bryan with snowballs in an effort to make Astrid smile again. The redhead prepared himself for a long lecture, when a small bag of special festival-only dried chocolate-covered strawberries was shoved under his nose. he looked up to see Sasha grinning down at him.

“Don’t tell your siblings, Pretty One,” she said, winking, “good job on that jerk.”

Tala snorted, taking the bag and opening it eagerly – he had a taste of them before and they were absolutely delicious.

“You’re so full of shit, Babushka.”

He got another bag from Astrid later, who smiled down at him serenely.

“Bryan, you absolute piece of shit!”

Tala’s screech greeted the entire family seated at the table in the morning as he came thundering down the stairs. Sasha, halfway through her usual morning tea, immediately looked up, appalled and ready to rip her second eldest a new one. That was, until she saw his face.

“Ay, Pretty One, what happened to your face?” she blurted out, causing the rest to finally turn around. Ian snorted into his cereal, immediately cackling loudly as he pointed at Tala, whose usual clear skin was now mottled with what looked like green paint. Spencer avoided eye contact altogether in favour of trying to conceal his twitching lips. Bryan, however, unabashedly grinned at Tala’s misfortune while taking a huge bite out of his peanut butter-strawberry jam toast. Icy blue eyes immediately zeroed in on him.

“You,” Tala hissed, “you did this!”

Bryan only shrugged, finishing his toast.

“Dunno what you’re talking about, Red, but I hope that teaches you not spill nice on other people’s sketch books.”

“Oddly specific for someone who doesn’t know what’s going on,” Spencer muttered behind his mug before taking a gulp. Sasha put her hands on her hips, ready for a lecture but Tala interrupted her as he leaned forward, glaring at Bryan with such ferocity, the other actually started sweating a little.

“I shall piss on everything you love,” he threatened and Bryan would’ve laughed if he didn’t know what Tala was truly capable of. Ian sniggered again.

“Kinky,”

Spencer choked on his drink.

“IAN!”

“Guys, this is a bad idea.” “Spence, you always think it’s a bad idea.”

“Yeah, because that shit usually blows up.” “Hey, you gotta sacrifice some things for innovation!”

“Well, your innovations always catch fire, Ian.”

“Uh, no they don’t.”

“The automatic potato peeler.”

“Self-serving coffee pot.”

“Automatic can opener slash jellybeans dispenser.”

“Oh god, that one was a mess.”

“You guys are all shitheads, you know that, right?”

“Shut up, pipsqueak, and fire it up.” “Don’t tell me what to do, Bryan!”

“10 bucks says it’s gonna blow up.”

“You’re on, Red!”

“Oh, fuck off, guys.”

“If you ain’t moving, I’ll do it myself then.”

“I– wait, Bryan, no! That– ouch! That is very sensitive, you can’t just–!”

“Eh, what could go wrong?”

“I really hate when you say that.”

“Zip it Spencer. Bryan, turn...whatever that is on.”

Sasha sat at her desk in her workshop, sketching up a new watch design, when a sudden explosion shook her room. Not a minute later, a barrage of angry russian floated through her open window, followed by roaring laughter. She shook her head, chuckling slightly.

My, what a handful they are.

She left her seat, sticking her head out of the window.

“Boys!”

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thatonelucky · 7 years ago

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The Only Girl He Didn’t Hate

Jughead’s woman hating tendencies have left Gladys feeling like he’s never going to grow up. As she starts to push harder and harder at him, he and his best friend, Betty Cooper, devise a plan to throw his mother off completely.

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�� Sometimes Jughead wondered why he still lived with his mother. His dad would never force this kind of attitude on him, he taught him to embrace how he felt. But what Gladys thought was right just had to be right. Like Jughead taking off his beanie every once in a while or getting a girlfriend.

Girls weren’t Jughead’s strong suit; he was the woman hater of the nation. No woman would ever slip into his life and tear it apart. Girls were a waste of time and girls were too needy. Jughead was a self-identified loner; he doesn’t do well with clinginess and love. He never had a good representation of love growing up. Gladys and FP fought every day for years until they finally decided to divorce.

The only girl that Jughead had ever bothered with was Betty Cooper. Not by choice, of course. Betty had somehow wormed her way into his life, always radiating sunshine in the darkest of days. Funnily enough, Betty was the exact opposite of what Jughead thought himself as. He was the darkness and the plague of sadness. Betty Cooper, however, was nowhere near it.

Betty was the golden haired cheerleader that everyone fell in love with. She could light up an entire city with just one smile. Her preppy and peppy attitude was almost infectious. Almost being the key word. Jughead had to admit, he would often find himself naturally smiling around her, but more often than not, he kept his signature grimace. He had a reputation to uphold.

Their friendship hadn’t started on the best of terms, that being completely Jughead’s fault. Being paired up for an English assignment and having one half of the pair do nothing at all was completely frustrating. It’s not that Jughead didn’t want to help; he just hated the idea behind the assignment so refused to do it. He almost got away with staying in that frame of mind until Betty showed up at his door, refusing to leave until he finished off what he had started.

He should’ve felt mildly irritated by her presence, like he is with all company. However, Betty had a certain way about her that left Jughead confronted by his own emotions betraying him. He found himself wanting to spend more time with her, a feeling of warmth drawing him in. Betty didn’t complain; truthfully Jughead was the only person who saw her as more than just a pretty girl in a short skirt.

That’s how their meetings became more frequent. Betty would go to Jughead’s house and either help him with his homework or help to babysit his baby sister, Jellybean. Jughead was never too big on people asking questions about his family. But watching Betty make Jellybean’s smile reach her eyes, he found himself telling her everything.

Betty had confided in Jughead for the first time on Polly’s birthday. She hadn’t spoken to anyone about Polly, brushing off any comment as a rumour. Truth being that Polly had fell pregnant and run away with her high school sweetheart, Jason Blossom, without so much as a goodbye. Betty had told Jughead about her parents and how controlling they were. How it was driving her crazy.

That’s how they became the talk of the school, the most unlikely duo coming together. Sitting together at lunch instead of at separate tables, moving seats in classes to be next to each other and even walking home from school together. Needless to say, everyone in Riverdale High was 100% sure that they were together.

Gladys was absolutely besotted with Betty and rightly so. Betty would be at Jughead’s house almost every single day. She would force Jughead to help with the cleaning and very often she would join in herself. Gladys was sure she was an angel sent from heaven for Betty Cooper could not be real. Sometimes Jughead had that thought too.

“You will not believe what my mother did this time!” Jughead came storming into the Blue and Gold offices, clearly vexed about something that had happened previous. Betty had been sat at her desk, typing up the final scores for the Bulldogs last away game for the paper. They hadn’t done as well as expected, which of course was a shame seeing as she knew how hard Archie and Reggie trained the team.

“Let me guess, threw away your hidden tin of rare Pokémon cards.” Betty tried not to laugh at the ludicrous story he had told her last week. For a 17 year old boy, he was very invested in his Pokémon card collection. He scoffed at her remark, sending over a glare as he threw himself onto the couch. Clearly he wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

“No, worse. Way worse. She tried to set me up on a play date with Ethel Muggs!” Jughead threw his head back in frustration. His mother had been trying to set him up for weeks now, demanding that he at least needs to give it a go before he declares his hatred of girls to the entire world.

“To be fair, Jug, she’s only helping you explore your options before you write them off completely.” Betty defended Gladys, knowing her only intentions were to see her son happy. Betty had many secret conversations with Gladys whilst waiting for Jughead to get home from work. They often spoke about how they were both feeling; Jughead’s mother acted more like a mother to Betty than Alice did.

“Why can’t she just accept that I hate every woman except from her, Jellybean and you?” Jughead groaned, propping his head up on the side of the couch and staring at Betty who was still typing away at her laptop. She’d had this conversation with Jughead all too many times. “What if I could get her off of my back some way?” Betty instantly stopped typing, knowing where this was going. Jughead’s teasing voice could only mean one thing.

“Are you suggesting what I think you are?” Betty smirked slightly, amused by how desperate Jughead was acting just so that he could be alone forever. He stepped up from the couch and walked around behind Betty’s desk. Getting down on one knee, he dramatically inhaled.

“Betty Cooper, will you make me the happiest man alive and be my fake girlfriend?” Jughead declared, speaking a little louder than he normally would’ve. Betty laughed out loud, falling back in her chair. She was at a loss here; she wouldn’t be able to let down her best friend. It didn’t have to be for too long anyways.

“Jughead Jones, it would be an honour.” Betty too, spoke dramatically; an essence of innocence in the lining of this completely idiotic plan. Jughead gave Betty a quick wink before whipping out his phone and facetiming Gladys, who picked up on the 3rd ring.

“Mom! She said yes!” Jughead exclaimed to his mother who Betty could hear was far too happy on the other line. She started to feel bad about this whole idea, giving Gladys false hope just so Jughead could go free. “Okay, see you at 7!” He swiftly ended the call, turning to Betty with a cocky smirk.

“You asshole! This was all planned! You’re going to leave all the explaining to me?” Betty stood quickly and smacked her beanie wearing friend in the arm. He retaliated almost instantly, grabbing her arm before it could come in contact with his body. She would’ve been impressed if she wasn’t being crushed by the crippling worry of how Gladys was going to react if she messed up.

Betty had come accustom to being at Jughead’s house more than her own, she didn’t want to lose that by upsetting Gladys. Gladys was special to Betty now, like a 2nd mother. Jughead knew this and understood how much Betty relied on his family. He also knew Betty too well to know how uncomfortable she was feeling.

“Hey, Betts. Look I’ll call in sick if you really want me to but Pop is counting on me tonight.” Jughead crouched down, reaching Betty’s level and grabbed her hands. He stroked his thumb over the back of her knuckles, hoping to give her some form of comfort. The truth is, he only made sure he had work today just so he could avoid any awkward conversations.

“It’s okay, she won’t expect us to do anything weird.” Betty attempted to calm herself down, knowing that there was no way it was going to happen. Gladys had spoken to Betty before about dating Jughead and truthfully she wasn’t against the idea. But she knew that Jughead had never looked at a girl in that way before. He seemed to like being single and that’s good for him. Betty was pretty sure he was aromantic but his mother wasn’t fond on that idea.

That’s how Betty found herself sat on the Jones’s couch with a cup of hot chocolate and Gladys going on and on about how happy she was. Betty wanted to be happy knowing how excited Gladys was that Betty could be a legal part of the family one day. She’d always been considered a daughter to Gladys anyways but she’d expected to be having this conversation when the real day came. But it was never going to come.

“I’m just so happy Betty darling; I always hoped that Jughead’s heart was set on you. You’re the most incredible young lady I’ve ever met.” Gladys stroked Betty’s hair, feeling a comfort with two out of three of her favourite people cuddled into her side. Jellybean on one side and Betty on the other.

It wasn’t unusual for Betty to lean into Gladys’s side. Betty had found herself like that most nights when Jughead was working late. Whilst talking about what crazy meltdown her mother had that morning or what Cheryl decided to torment her with that day always left Betty so deflated. Gladys was especially good at cheering her up. This is why she could tell that Betty didn’t seem as excited as she was letting on.

“I’m so sorry, Gladys.” Betty spoke quietly, a stray tear falling from her eye as she cuddled closer. Gladys continued stroking her hair, her heart breaking a little bit at the sadness laced in Betty’s voice.

“I know, honey. You look very deflated today, is that why?” Gladys’s words cut deep in Betty’s heart and before she knew it she was doing what she always does, spilling her heart out for Gladys, who sat with open ears. Betty spoke about how she thought that this day would come once Jughead had decided he didn’t hate girls anymore or when she had the courage to tell Jughead how she really felt.

“Betts, I don’t know what Jug did to deserve you.” Jellybean spoke quietly, her eyes fixed on the TV in front of her. Jellybean rarely intervened when Betty was upset as she had no idea what to say. She was only 11 at this point. She was too young to understand relationships and feelings but she knew Betty very well.

“Thank you, Jelly. But I feel like it’s the other way around.” Betty deprecated, feeling a dull ache in her heart. Gladys was still silently stroking her hair, trying to find the words to justify her son’s actions. She had none.

“I only pushed him so that maybe he’d realise what he had already.” Gladys pulled Betty a little closer. “You.” Betty perked up slightly at her words, pride running through her veins. Gladys had always approved of Betty being in Jughead’s life but she always wanted it to be more and she was sure that Jughead did too.

A few weeks ago she had found some of Jughead’s writing and was so sure it was about Betty. He was explaining love but the blonde hair and the emerald eyes that he so deeply explained couldn’t have been anyone else. She wanted to tell Betty but her meddling hadn’t done any good so far and she likes having Betty around.

Once Jughead had come home, he was welcomed by the warm sight of his 3 favourite girls cuddled up on the couch watching some cheesy romantic movie on Netflix. Betty looked happier than when he last saw her which he took as a good sign. Upon his arrival, Gladys had ushered herself and Jellybean out of the room and up the stairs into Jelly’s room. She gave Jughead a quick kiss on the cheek before she walked up the stairs, throwing Betty a quick wink.

Gladys had told Betty to talk to Jughead about how she felt, adamant that he would rather find out from her than anyone else. Betty hadn’t expected Jughead to reappreciate the feelings that she had, so there was nothing she could lose. She knew he wouldn’t cut her off because of it; he wasn’t like that.

“Jug, can I talk to you for a minute?” Betty stood up, wiping her palms nervously against her jeans. Suddenly, she felt like she was the size of an ant under Jughead’s intense and confused stare. He nodded his head and sat in the chair across from her.

Jughead deemed this as the moment where Betty Cooper was officially going to realize that he isn’t good enough for her and cut him off. He’d been fearing it for a long while now, not trusting how smooth things were going for him right now. The slight quiver in his body signalled for Betty to say something.

“Are you dropping me?” Jughead spoke quietly, the evident crack in his voice showing just how insecure he was feeling in that moment. Betty wanted to be fast at responding but she didn’t know how. “Betts, please don’t leave me.” Betty risked a look at Jughead’s face only to see he already had a salty trail of tears lining his face.

“Are you crazy? Juggie, that’s the very last thing I want to do.” Betty found a stroke of courage, reaching over his cradled body to wipe away some of the tears that were still leaking from his eyes. He was usually quick to catch her hand, attempting to prevent her from smashing any of his masculinity. But this time he let her comfort him. “I can’t go through with the plan, I can’t pretend.”

Jughead’s heart still deflated a little bit at her words. He’d wanted to at least pretend his dreams could come true. That Betty could really find someone like Jughead a worthy match for her. She fit into his life too perfectly. Something had to go wrong at some point.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, that’s cool.” Jughead sniffled, moving away from Betty’s hands and leaning back in the chair. He couldn’t act like he wasn’t disappointed. He was thoroughly disappointed. “Yeah, we can just go back to how it was.” Jughead didn’t want that to happen at all.

“I don’t want that either.” Betty spoke slowly, she felt Jughead stiffen at her words. She knew he was going to take it the wrong way. His eyes hardened as he went to say something but never got the chance. Betty pressed a soft kiss to Jughead’s lips in an effort to silence him. She tore herself away from him a second after, thoroughly embarrassed that she had pulled a stunt like that on someone who trusted her. Jughead was silent.

“I’m so sorry.” Betty rushed out, flying up and gathering her stuff. She needed to get out right now; she couldn’t be around Jughead right now. With that, she ran out. She couldn’t go home and she couldn’t stay with Jughead. The only place she could go was Veronica’s. She felt truly alone in that moment, walk the streets only 5 minutes away from where her heart was laying on the floor.

“Betty!” She heard her name being called in the distance, not expecting it to be Jellybean who had obviously heard what had happened and ran after Betty. Betty spun around, quickly wiping her face. Once Jelly had approached Betty, she wrapped her arms around the blonde, trying to give her some form of comfort. “Please come back, Jughead’s really sad.” Betty felt saddened by that comment, wanting to go and comfort her friend.

“How about I walk you home and we’ll see what happens.” Betty tugged Jellybean into her side, walking with her to the house she had just run from. Jelly didn’t let go of Betty until they were stood at the Jones’ front door.

“Mom, I have Betty.” Jelly opened the door, revealing a sight that truly broke Betty into pieces. She had caused this. Jughead was curled up on the couch with Gladys who looked extremely frustrated. When her eyes landed on Betty, a small smile etched across her face. Jughead’s head snapped up at Jellybean’s words. He stood up immediately.

“Can you guys give us a minute?” Jughead walked over to Betty, pulling her into the house and shutting the door behind her. She didn’t bother resisting, this conversation had to come one day. She couldn’t run away. Gladys took Jelly’s hand, leading her up the stairs yet again to her room. There was no silence after they’d left.

“Did you mean it?” Jughead spoke with weary eyes. Betty fidgeted for a minute, wanting to say no but instead she nodded. Lying wouldn’t do anything but make matter worse. “Thank fuck.” Jughead embraced both sides of Betty’s face, swallowing hard. “Betty, you’re the only girl I don’t hate.” Just then, he leaned in and captured her mouth with his own. There was hesitation at first, but when Betty started to kiss back he pressed a little harder. Pulling away, Betty beamed up at Jughead.

“I don’t hate you too.” She spoke quietly against his lips, feeling drunk on her own emotions. They spoke about a lot that night, how they felt and how they could act on it. Gladys slept in her bed knowing that her son was happily laying downstairs with the girl of his dreams. The only girl he didn’t hate.

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