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[truthfulpoint]

Sex on the Beach

Slowly, but surely, this cruise was turning into a disaster. I had booked the trip to celebrate my recent tenure as a professor and also to spend some time with Jessica after long months of being cooped up with my research. Now the paper was submitted, and the initial reviews were very promising.

The boat was beautiful and the crew had great attention to detail. The food was fantastic and the other people on the boat seemed pretty nice for the most part. They were obviously way richer than me and Jessica were. I had basically used all the money from the research award I won for my last major paper to pay for the trip.

But somehow Jessica was in a foul mood. She stayed on deck with a book most of the time and didn’t partake in many of the activities that the crew organized for their guests. There, she was usually joined by a man of about 50 or so years by the name of John. John was constantly on his phone or hacking into a laptop and hardly seemed to notice the beautiful surroundings of the Greek islands.

John’s wife Veronica was much younger than her husband was, I guessed about 34 or 35. She had to look of a typical trophy wife with lots of time for manicures, pedicures, Pilates and appointments at the hairdresser. Initially that had put me off, but when I chatted with her, I was actually surprised that I quite enjoyed her company. She was a physical therapist and worked part time in an institution for children that needed rehabilitation after accidents. They apparently didn’t need the money, judging by his watches, John seemed to be richer than God, but it gave her a sense of purpose and fulfillment.

As we both were often flying solo for the group activities, we naturally gravitated towards each other. We chatted a lot over the first few days of the trip and got to know each other pretty well.

———-

One evening, after another delicious dinner on the beach, Jessica got up and said: “ I’m tired. I’ll go to bed. Don’t come too late, please. And don’t drink so much wine, it makes you snore.”

“ yes ma’am” I snapped, in an effort to lighten the mood. But Jessica just glared at me.

Embarrassed and angry, I turned to my glass of wine. What was going on? Why was Jessica so angry with me?

“Another evening all by our lonesome?” said Veronica as she walked over from the table where she had been sitting. She seemed a little tipsy.

“Yep. You too?”

“Yes. He’s already back on that damn computer.”

Maybe more than just a little…

She took a big gulp out of her wine glass.

“ I’m sorry”

“ You don’t need to be sorry. He should be!”

Another big gulp. Veronica seemed angry and determined to get very drunk.

“ He used to be different. He was always a hard worker, but when we were dating, he somehow always managed to find the time for a weekend away or a fancy restaurant.”

Another gulp finished the glass. One of the stewards quickly came by and filled it up again.

“ Now he seems married to his work. Some evenings he doesn’t even come home.”

Half the glass gone again.

“Or maybe he’s fucking his secretary. I don’t know. But I couldn’t care less. It’s not like I’m missing out on much.”

Ouch. Low blow.

“I mean, for real, he couldn’t even get it up without the little blue pills on the best of days. And now he’s so absent-minded with me, that he probably couldn’t tell my butt from my boobs”

Oh man. This woman was angry.

“ Well, why are you still with him?”

“ I don’t know. I guess it’s comfortable. I have to admit that I’ve gotten used to the finer things in life. He also donates a ton of money to the children’s rehab center where I work. That would probably dry up if we get divorced. And that would really suck.”

“Hmmm...” I didn’t really know what to say. “We should probably get to bed.”

She chugged her drink. She was very drunk now.

“Can I stay with you tonight? You’re cute.”

“I think you should return to your cabin and sleep it off, Veronica. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Good night, Adam. Sweet dreams”

Walking over the beach back to the boat, I couldn’t get Veronica’s words out of my head - “you’re cute”. She was more than cute. She was beautiful. And the more time I spent with her, the more I felt myself drawn to here.

That night, I did not sleep well. I tossed and turned, awaking often. Every time I woke up, my thoughts immediately returned to Veronica.

———-

The next morning, Veronica showed up to breakfast with a pair of large dark sunglasses and washed down three aspirin with her green tea.

———

Later that day, we had a guided tour of some ancient ruins. Of course, Jessica and John stayed on the boat. During the tour Veronica motioned me to stay back a little.

She hooked her arm under mine and started talking. “Hey Adam. About last night. I think I said a lot of stupid stuff. I was angry and a little drunk. Can we keep this to ourselves?”

“Of course “

“ I mean, I didn’t really mean it. At least most of it.”

“Which part did you mean?”

She squirmed a little and laughed nervously.

“well, I seem to remember that I might have mentioned that I thought you were cute? That part’s actually true”

“I’m flattered. I don’t often get compliments from drunk married women.”

“Now you’re being mean. I just repeated it, and I’m totally sober. Just very hung over.” She laughed and pulled herself closer to me, holding on to my arm.

I have to admit, it felt good to be complimented by a beautiful woman. I suddenly noticed how much I missed being touched. Things between Jessica and me had been pretty cooled down for a while now.

I brushed the thought aside, and we rejoined the group.

————-

The the next day was a beach day. We all chilled under the parasols and pavilions the crew had set up and enjoyed piña coladas and watermelons.

Veronica wore a white bikini that I hadn’t seen yet. After a week under the Mediterranean sun, she was quite tanned, and the white bikini complimented her bronze skin. When she went for a swim and came back out of the water, I had flashbacks of Ursula Endres coming out of the water in that James Bond movie. Hot!

I also went for a swim, but pretty soon had to stop because my shoulder and neck started to hurt. When I came out of the water, I was massaging my neck and wincing with pain. Veronica noticed me.

“What’s the matter? Hurt yourself?”

“ I don’t know. I went for a swim, and I had this strong pain going from my neck to my shoulder.”

“Want me to take a look at it? You’re a little bigger than my normal patients, but the basic mechanics are the same.”

“Sure, thank you!”

She sat me down on the edge of one of the deck chairs and started to examine my neck and shoulders with her hands. Admittedly, I quite enjoyed that. Probably more than I should.

She manipulated my arm and shoulder and stroked different muscles in my neck. The pain started to ease a little, but I hoped she would keep going for a little while longer.

“You are very tense. Probably from all that work hunched over a computer. I can show you some exercises that should help your neck and shoulder mobility”

For some reason, her hand was still resting on my pectoral muscle. I looked at it and she withdrew it, however, not without lightly brushing over my nipple in the process. I felt my nipple harden and blood rushing to my groin. She noticed it too, and gave me a little smile.

———

In the afternoon we were back on the boat. I was heading to the bathroom, which happened to be in a very tight corner of the upper deck. As walked I towards the door, it opened and Veronica emerged. The entry was so tight that we couldn’t avoid brushing against each other. As we were both still in swim clothes, a lot of skin touched. I had the impression that neither of us tried to minimize that contact.

————

That night I woke from a dream. I didn’t remember any details, but I clearly had the searing image of Veronica in her white bikini in my head. I was sporting a capital boner.

Jessica was sleeping next to me. I glanced over at her and then started to masturbate. I closed my eyes and imagined Veronica in her white bikini coming towards me. Taking the bikini off and giving me a free view of her perfect boobs. Cut. Veronica, reaching for my boner. Cut. Veronica rubbing my cock with her perfectly manicured hands. Cut. Veronicas mouth closing around the head of my cock. Cut. Veronica giving me a sloppy blowjob. Cut. Veronica turning around, spreading her butt cheeks and whispering “ I want you to fuck me in the ass” Cut. My dick in Veronica’s ass. Cut. My dick pumping cum into Veronica’s ass.

With that image, I came. Hard. Cum rained on my stomach and my chest. My cock twitched and a pool of cum gathered on my belly.

Jessica raised her head. “ what’s going on?” She asked sleepily.

“Nothing. I just had a vivid dream and moved around. Go back to sleep.”

I got up and went to the bathroom. I cleaned myself up with a towel and looked at myself in the mirror, slightly embarrassed. Not only had I fantasized about a married woman. While my girlfriend was laying next to me. Also, I had never been into anal sex, but that fantasy sent me right over the edge. I wasn’t sure that I could look Veronica in the eye tomorrow.

—————

As luck would have it, Veronica joined us at our breakfast table the next morning. I had the impression that Jessica didn’t like Veronica particularly well. But I decided to ignore it.

I grinned at her sheepishly and tried to make the most boring conversation ever. She looked at me puzzled.

“Final day in paradise, huh?”

“Yeah I can’t believe the 10 days are already over”

“ Well, Adam, it was very nice to get to know you and for you to keep me such good company during the excursions”

What was she doing? Jessica was sitting right next to us.

“Uhm, yeah. There were quite a few nice people on this boat.” I tried to downplay and defuse the situation.

“Yes, but very few as nice and gentle…manlike as you. I hope to see you later!”

And with that, she walked away, swaying her hips just a little too much for Jessica not to notice.

———-

When we got to our cabin, I could sense that Jessica was fuming. We had hardly closed the door when she went at me:

“ What was that bimbo all about? Thanks for keeping me such good company? Nice and gentle? What the fuck?”

I didn’t know what to say. “Hey, Veronica is not a bimbo, she’s actually pretty nice”

“Yeah seems like it. More than nice from what I can see”

Well, that maybe wasn’t the best thing to start with.

“What do you expect me to do? You never wanted to come to these activities. Most of the other guests went as couple, so obviously the two people abandoned by the partners kind of stuck together.”

Not helping things…

“I didn’t abandon you. I just wasn’t feeling like doing these stupid excursions anyway. This entire trip was all about you, and your fancy research award. Look, I’m Adam, the neuroscience hot shot.”

Ouch.

“Baby, where is this coming from? I booked this trip for us!”

“You booked this trip for you!”

“I’m sorry you’re not having a good time. What can I do?”

“I don’t know. I need some space”

“Ok baby. No problem. I’ll go and come find you later”

“No, I mean more permanently. I think I don’t want you in my life, at least for a while”

“Baby, what the hell?”

“When we get back to London, I think I will stay with my sister for a while”

I was dumbstruck. Without another word, I turned around and left the cabin.

On deck, I ran into Veronica.

“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost. Everything ok?”

“No everything is not OK! Jessica and I just broke up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that!”

“You’re sorry? You’re part of the reason! If you hadn’t done your little show this morning, none of this would’ve happened!”

“Is that so? Well, if you ask me, your relationship has to be in a pretty bad place if one tiny flirt manages to break it”

She probably had a point, but I was not willing to admit that just yet.

“Stay away from me.”

—————-

Lunch was on the beach that day again. For me it was a sad affair, as I sat alone, sulking in a corner.

Veronica came up to me.

“Can we talk?”

“Hm, okay”

“I’m sorry about this morning. I shouldn’t have done that. Even if I stay by my point that such a stunt could never derail a healthy relationship “

“Yeah, you’re probably right “

“The fact of the matter is that I see us as mirror images. Both stuck in sorta crappy relationships. And…”

“What and?”

“Nevermind. Why were you looking at me so funny this morning?”

“Nevermind”

“You tell me your’s, I tell you mine…”

“Okay, okay. But you go first.”

“Ok, here goes. I thought we were both stuck in sucky relationships. And that I would much rather be with someone like you. Well, you specifically.”

“Oh, wow!”

“Yeah, I know. It’s confusing. I probably have to sleep on this a bit. But I definitely have a bad crush on you.”

She blushed. “Now tell me your’s”

“Ok, whatever. I had a dream about you “

“A sex dream?”

“Uhm, yup” I blushed.

“Was it good?”

“I don’t want to talk about it”

“Did we make out? Did we sleep together?”

“Well, sort of”

“Did you cum in your dream?”

“No, not in the dream”

“What do you mean, not in the dream”

I squirmed under the interrogation. “Well, afterwards “

“Afterwards? What do you mean? Did you jack off thinking of me?”

My head was probably red as a tomato now. “Hm, yeah, kind of”

“Oh, wow. I don’t know whether to be offended or flattered… but it is kind of hot to think that I make you horny.” She giggled.

“It was just a dream! These things happen all the time!”

“Well, why don’t we try if was really ‘just a dream’?”

“What do you mean?”

“Come with me”

She took my hand and we walked away from the tables to a small secluded bay behind some rocks. Veronica undid the Pareo she had been wearing and spread it on the sand. Underneath, she wore that bedeviled white bikini.

“Adam, I am so sorry. I’ve been a bad girl”

“Wait, what?”

“I’ve been really bad. I think I deserve some punishment “

“Are you kidding me?”

“No Adam. You need to show me my place”

With that, she walked up to me and pinched my nipple.

“Ouch”

“Oh, so sorry. Let me make it better.”

She stepped up to me, pressed her body against me and started gently licking the pinched nipple. A familiar tingling traveled from there up and down my spine. Blood rushed to my groin. I gave in.

“You are right, you have been bad” I said with a raspy voice.

“Yes Adam”

“But I don’t believe in punishment.”

“You don’t?”

“No, I believe in showing the right way” With that I grabbed her hair and started gently, but firmly pulling it down. Her face came up, and I started kissing her greedily. I kissed her mouth, her chin, her neck. Her breathing accelerated.

I let go of her hair and unclasped her bikini top. Her tits sprang free. Glorious, glorious tits. I pinched one of her nipples. Pretty hard.

“A little payback”

She gasped from the mixture of pleasure and pain.

She untied the string of my shorts and let my cock spring free. She wrapped her hand around its base and started stroking. I had a flashback to my dream. This was just like it, but a million times better.

She kneeled down and put my cock in her mouth. Pretty soon, she was giving me a deep, sloppy blowjob.

I needed more. I needed her. I pulled her up. I turned her around and bent her over one of the nearby rocks. Her hips and ass swayed in front of the cock glistening from her saliva. I grabbed her round ass and pushed myself inside her. Her pussy was soaking wet and my dick slid in and out with ease. I started to thrust into her. All the pent up anger and frustration over the trip, the breakup, about Jessica went into my pushes. I fucked her hard.

“Yes, yes, yes” - little screams of pleasure came out of her mouth

“Is this just like your dream?”

“Almost” I gasped between to panting breaths.

“What’s different?”

“In the dream I was fucking your ass”

“Oh, do you want to do that?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never really done it. “

She bent over a little further, put her hands on her butt cheeks, and spread them a little.

“Adam, I want you to fuck me in the ass”

I was stunned. What was happening?

I pulled my cock out of her pussy. It twitched and glistened from her juices. I hesitated. Veronica reached around and placed the tip of my cock on her anus.

“Come on! Take me just like in your dream!”

I pushed forward. My glistening tip, lubricated with her juices pushed past the initial resistance. I heard Veronica take in a sharp breath, as she adjusted to the new sensation. I started to slowly push into her. The sensation was phenomenal. I started moving back and forth. Feeling her tight muscles gripping my cock, hearing her heavy breaths, and seeing my dick disappear inside her caused a rush of arousal and excitement. I realized I would come very quickly like this.

“Veronica, I don’t know how long I’ll last like this.”

“Don’t worry about it. This one’s for you”

As if her words had unlocked something, I felt my orgasm build. A powerful wave of lust and excitement washed over me and triggered my dick to explode into Veronica’s ass. She felt the pulses of my orgasm, and pushed her butt back, taking my cock all the way in. There she stayed, just lightly swaying , until she felt that my penis stopped twitching.

I pulled my dick out, panting. She got up and turned around to me. Her hand on my cheek, she kissed me sensually.

“THAT was not a dream.”

———-

After we had calmed down and gotten dressed again, we went back to our table. The steward spotted us and asked if we wanted to drink anything.

Veronica smiled: “I’ll have a Sex on the Beach, please”

[queer-cosette]

You guys really liked that last Cursed Coco Lore poll so...

This time all of these are true. I want you to decide which one's the most horrible.

*not for murdery reasons. I would SPAG-check her handwritten english essays and then going forward thought it would be funny to write fake reminders on her calendar in her own handwriting. It was. For me. Not so much for her.

[eileen-crys]

A bouquet of speedwell

After Veronica developed an unexpected friendship with her hairdresser, now we follow John and his quite unhappy situation. Lots of things are heaving on his shoulders, and he struggles to cope.

Post for Ch.1 here

I apologise for taking so long to post the 2nd chapter, but finally here it is! Things aren't looking the best for our couple and it's going to get quite messy. Thank you all for the support and kind comments on my content, that's really what gets me going 💕💕💕 I hope you'll like this as well 🥰💖

[jhsharman]

"Haughty but Nice"

Keeping track of eye shadow. Mooted in reprise.

This is from the (in)famous "new hair styles" issue of Betty and Veronica. Reader votes. I guess all the new hair styles lost.

A comics dot org indexer note on an Archie story from 1959, "Hair Pressure": René is a stereotypical "swishy" male hairdresser. The history of portrayals of stereotypical gay hairdressers in Archie Comics would make for the nichiest of niche topics. Expand it include interior decorators and you would add a story or two. Suffice it to say, here the source of Veronica's concern is not romantic blocking but to keep Betty in her socioeconomic station. Helicopter gush up-ends things.

[minimallycreative]

a list of my favorite Catholic Saints

i'm doing some googling for new character names, and have gone with a saint theme for vaguely related reasons. and because the catholic church has so many saints, some of them are patrons of, interesting things to say the least.

St. Elizabeth Ann Seton - the patron saint of in-law troubles. 

St. Rita - saint of impossible cases

St. Teresa of Avila - saint of headache sufferers

St. Veronica - saint of photographers

St. Louis IX - saint of France, French monarchy, and hairdressers

St. Maximilian Maria Kolbe - saint of amateur radio operators

St. Quiteria - saint of those thinking about giving up

St. Jude Thaddaeus - saint of desperate causes

[dancehall-flex]

Veronica the hairdresser talks about video man Gazabritishh official birthday party on December 29

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[yezzyyae]

I’m sorry girlie I am late I didn’t see this😩

Omgg yess I totally forgot they give Frank dirty sick ass an organ that’s the worst game the writers played with us!! And the Ian crashing a military helicopter was the worst one then he just came back home all lost. I hate the army timeline with Ian I always thought Carl was the one better suited for West Point. Carl needed the discipline.

And I kind of the Ian didn’t have bipolar but his emotions was all over the place from him having sex with Kash so young then wanting Mickey to love him when Mickey was still in the closet. Because in season 1-2 he wasn’t manic or depressed. Ian worked out and was disciplined soon Mickey rejected him he wanted to steal Lip’s ID and join the military to get away from seeing Mickey with other people. Ian needed to accept that he was heartbroken and leave Mickey alone but they gonna write in he is bipolar it was weird. All Ian did was drink he didn’t try to self medicate so that’s how I’m confused he was bipolar. The writers wanted to add real life issues in the show but they should have did better.

They made Debbie into the dumbest sex crazy teenager I ever seen. The writers always give the women of the show high ass sex drives and I hated that. They all were whores and don’t make me start on Veronica’s sex life with Kevin 🤮. Fiona was a whore, Debbie was a lost bisexual horny weirdo, Karen was a whore, Mandy was a whore and fucked Lip whenever he asked, Tami was a whore, Eddie was a whore, & well they all was whores but Sierra. The writers was horrible sometimes.

Yess I think the writers were mad JAW was doing movies and other shows while filming “Shameless” that’s why they made him unlikeable at the end. They made him a loser when he had soo much talent he couldn’t have went to any school he could have started at a community college then went to a university to get his bachelor’s. To make him completely never go back to college and me a stupid ass mechanic with his sponsor after season 7 was heartbreaking 💔 I know Lip was cocky and arrogant but it was because he knew he was smart I don’t see a real Lip just making babies with a hairdresser who is a foot taller than him and living in a RV. Ugh the writers were jealous JAW was a hella actor and carried the show. I’m soo happy he is on “The Bear” so they can see JAW didn’t need them.

I love Carl! I’m glad he became a cop and got stable he deserved that because I thought he was becoming Frank Jr 😂

I hate that Fiona left also she was a smug once she got that apartment building. She didn’t come back for Ian’s wedding I hated that. Fiona didn’t carry the show smh it was only JAW & Cameron & Noel(Lip, Ian, & Mickey). Everybody else SUCKED!

See the problem with shameless is it’s narrow, they will fuck up character’s personalities and bright future just to make their situation worse and that’s there’s no shame at ending up how they started or worse situation.

The thing is they put that above everything else that they screw over their characters just to make whatever situation they’re in is “shameless” but the thing is its truly shame that Lip doesn’t live to his huge potential and he ends up with a version of Monica/Karen/Jimmy/Steve who is toxic to him, it’s also shame how he still in toxic situation after everything he’s been through.

It’s a shame that sweet, kind kid like Debbie just becomes a version of both of her abusive parents

It’s a shame that Fiona never got to be with someone who treats kindly and was never in a healthy relationship longer than few months.

That’s why I stop at S7

Yes I understand “Shameless” is trying to show us the real world. And yea fucked up shit happens but come on for the writers to not let Lip go back to college is FUCKED UP! For Lip to get Tami pregnant and he didn’t even love her is FUCKED UP! They just take the potential of a character and say “SCREW IT”. I don’t understand and to make the house not sell was soo evil. Like nothing went right for Lip he made up for his mistakes he made while drunk he made amends so why couldn’t he have a happy ending. To end up with Tami is shitty bad enough they didn’t let him have Xan. Why couldn’t he adopt Xan and go back to college then married Sierra and they raise the kids together. 🥺how was that too much they owed the audience something better. Even Frank got a solid ending but Lip was miserable and tired! I hate Tami it was no chemistry at all because JAW and Kate Miner I’m sorry.

The writers had to be jealous of JAW because they fucked Lip Gallagher whole character arc up! I loved when he got sober and they could have let him have Xan and Sierra while sober. Not fucking Tami judgmental ass!

[acefruit]

sneak peak to my personal life, i got a haircut yesterday and my hair is super super short again and i look like a shaved rat but the weather is so hot and it just feels so chilly up there on my egg head

[timetravesty]

(Queen B Book 3) Say You Love Me Pt.4

(✨Pt.4 is here!✨ Please Enjoy!)

Context: This chapter features elements of internalized homophobia, so, caution below. I like to think of this chapter as the real beginning of Poppy and Bea's new relationship and it will only go downhill from here... probably.

Masterlist

General Content Warnings: Mature, Angst, Possible NSFW, Cursing, Internalized Homophobia, Homophobia, Semi-Violence, Cheating, and Slow Burn

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Poppy’s eyes traveled around the quad, eyeing each and every student that dared to walk closer to her table where she and Chloe sat. Veronica was doing who knows what as she chatted away on her phone, gesturing wildly. Poppy had learned to tune those kinds of noises out, but there was a new buzz on campus.

Newbie Bea Hughes was making quite the noise around town. Buzz that Poppy couldn’t afford especially from some middle-class loser like that.

She wouldn’t have admitted it, but Poppy had seen Bea before, during one of the campus tours that took place sometime last semester. Mostly, she was eyeing the fresh meat coming onto the campus and seeing if any were worthy of being a Zeta, but she had to admit, she found herself a little trained on the girl when she first saw her.

If Poppy had to describe who her type on paper was, Bea probably fit most of those marks, but she was a girl and Poppy… Poppy wasn’t like that.

But anyone could admit that she was pretty cute, maybe even a little hot. She was 5’10, an impressive figure and an even more attractive face. Poppy liked the way that every feature on her looked a little sharp, but in reality, she actually had pretty rounded features. One would assume she had gotten plastic surgery to look that good, but she was a little young for that level of operation.

She wasn’t average in the slightest, probably above that. The wavy short brown hair that was cut stylishly at her neck was more than Poppy expected from a mere hairdresser at SweetCreek. Even if her clothing was fairly unimpressive, it wasn’t like she walked around in gray sweats everyday like half of Belvoire’s male population. She actually dressed fairly casual, not Poppy’s level of casual, but not awful either.

What Poppy couldn’t figure was how Bea made even the lamest activities attractive. Over the past weeks of their small encounters, Poppy would see Bea around campus and purposefully walk up to the girl just to annoy her. She was serious, no one talked back to her and lived to speak about it.

Yet Bea didn’t have a care in the world. She would just raise that stupidly annoying eyebrow with the scar through it and immediately quip back at Poppy like this was some fun little sparring match between friends. Poppy hated it. She hated it more than anything in the world.

She was already friends with New Money, a defeated thorn in Poppy’s side, the Alphas apparently, and something about Penelope Dogwood was spread throughout campus. Poppy wasn’t worried of course, but she was a little curious at how easy this whole thing seemed to Bea.

She seemed to have a goal to overthrow Poppy, but of course, Poppy had plenty of plans to keep that from happening, but Bea could at least act like she hated her for crying out loud.

Like at the Alpha party, helping Poppy out of the pool when freaking Carter was just standing there?

The very memory made her roll her eyes, still feeling the sticky substance coating her skin as she shivered. It was stupid, she let herself be surprised like that which is something a queen should never do, but Bea was a little too attractive that night.

She heard the Zetas gasp at Bea when she got out of the pool and Poppy couldn’t help but stare as well. She was….awfully attractive.

Yet her personality was absolutely shit. Who could ever be that nice to anyone… for such a long period of time?!

Poppy convinced herself she just found Bea physically attractive. That was all.

The girl had all the brawn but lacked the brains.

Poppy’s new motto for her.

“Hey, there’s newbie.” Chloe said to Poppy who snapped out of her thoughts. Sure enough, walking down the sidewalk in a red flannel shirt with her phone in her hands, Bea was typing away. Poppy quickly moved away from her seat, Chloe following after as Poppy walked down the sidewalk, right where Bea was.

Stupid Newbie. Too attractive for her own good and soon to be absolute dirt under Poppy’s diamond encrusted heels.

Walking a little quicker, Poppy slammed her shoulder into Bea’s hands, making her phone clatter to the concrete as Poppy stood tall in front of the girl, crossing her arms and glaring at her.

“Hey!”

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“Hey.”

The voice should have been unfamiliar to Poppy, but the problem was it was all too familiar, making Poppy feel all sorts of things as she could only stare into Bea’s hickory colored eyes.

Her mouth felt dry, staring at Bea who hadn’t changed one bit since Belvoire.

Hard to believe it had been two years since Poppy had last heard about Bea and now here she was. Standing at the most exclusive party in New York.

“You…” She couldn’t speak, her throat felt like it was closing as she tried to clear it as Bea took an awkward step back.

Somehow, chills had appeared down her arms, making her run cold as she only stared in shock at Bea who looked just as uncomfortable.

“Um…” Bea tried, rubbing the back of her neck as she looked at Poppy before ducking her head away. It seemed like she heavily regretted approaching Poppy before Bea took a deep breath. She smiled just a little, but Poppy could see it didn’t reach her eyes as she spoke.

“Wow, it’s been…so long.” Bea attempted as Poppy nodded, head ducking back towards her feet. She couldn’t stare very long at Bea. Her heart would beat too quickly, mostly in anger or even sadness. She couldn’t tell, but she could blame the alcohol.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d recognize me.” Bea said after a couple of minutes of silence. Poppy didn’t reply.

“But I could…recognize you. Cause you were just… standing here…alone.” Bea winced at her wording as Poppy raised a brow, finally lifting her head to glance at Bea who was mumbling under her breath.

In a room crowded with at least 300 guests, Poppy never felt smaller standing against this wall and facing someone she never expected to see again.

Besides the general awkwardness of the situation, something felt even more awkward about what Bea was saying to her. Since the beginning, Bea was never at a loss for words when she spoke to Poppy. At that moment, Bea literally knew no words.

“Like at Bel-” She cut herself off, biting her cheek as she kept the word from spilling out. Poppy only tilted her head to the side, sharply inhaling as she pushed herself off the wall. Bea backed away, as if something stung her. Poppy ignored it, grabbing her drink and walking past Bea.

She wasn’t going to do this again.

“Wait-” Bea’s voice cut as Poppy walked into the dance crowd. Was Bea actually following her when she couldn’t even form a compound sentence? Poppy stopped by the nearest bar to check and sure enough, a panting Bea rolled up right next to her.

“What the fuck…” She muttered as she tried to catch her breath. Sure, Poppy might have sped through the crowds a little too quickly, causing Bea to sprint in order to keep up.

Pushing her hair out of her face, Bea didn’t turn to look Poppy in the eyes as Poppy didn’t bother to look at Bea either.

“Can I get you a drink?” She tried, before Poppy set her champagne glass in front of Bea who looked down at it. It was completely full.

“Fuck.” Bea cursed louder this time as Poppy rolled her eyes. She moved away from the bar once again, until Bea turned quickly, grabbing Poppy’s wrist.

The contact lasted a split second and then Bea jerked her hand violently back, pressing it to her chest as Poppy didn’t move any further.

She only stared down at her wrist, the lingering warmth of Bea’s hand on her skin before Poppy shook the thought from her head. No, this was definitely not good.

“I- I need to talk to you.” Bea stuttered out, the previous calm composure from Belvoire was no longer seeable in how this new Bea spoke. Poppy shouldn’t have given her the time of day.

But there was no denying it was still Bea. Even a two year difference couldn’t change that in Poppy’s eyes and it couldn’t change everything that the two had gone through during Belvoire either. Although, the lingering thoughts of their last conversation together was certainly something to remember.

Moving her wrist to her side, Poppy looked past Bea’s shoulder. “What do you want?” She asked harshly as Bea’s eyes widened. It was certainly a change of tone than what Bea had heard before as she cleared her throat.

Continuing to mumble to herself, Bea pulled out her wallet as Poppy watched. She pulled out a small card and handed it to Poppy.

Taking it quickly, Poppy read the name and immediately froze.

“You’re working at an architect firm now?” Poppy subconsciously asked as Bea nodded.

What stuck out most to Poppy was the name on the card. Who would have thought?

Newbie Hughes who would draw almost anything in her sight would take off to work for one of the best firms in the world.

“I’m representing Rensler and um-” Bea gulped as Poppy looked up from the card. Was the great Bea Hughes actually nervous?

Not her problem though, she didn’t know this Bea in front of her, the Bea who was too scared to even talk to Poppy.

“You bought a building?” She asked awkwardly as Poppy raised a sharp brow. This was a train wreck in the making.

“That is personal information.” Poppy said as she set Bea’s card down onto the bar top. Bea nervously fiddled with her hands, long fingers playing with her rings until Poppy heard a small click from Bea’s thumb.

She cursed to herself before moving away just as Bea had taken a deep breath. Poppy prayed Bea wasn’t stupid enough to follow her again and she was right. Bea stayed next to the bar as Poppy took off to the opposite side of the party, where she couldn’t see Bea’s face anymore.

She found herself at another bar, conveniently, the bar where she had left that generic man. “Back for more gorgeous?” He cockily asked as Poppy gave the man a deadpan look before pulling on his flashy tie and dragging him across the dance floor.

She had made too many mistakes tonight, what was one more?

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“I’m going to throw up.” Bea groaned, splashing herself with ice cold tap water as she shut off the sink to look herself over in the mirror. She looked a mess and definitely felt like crap too.

Reaching for one of the fancy hand towels, Bea dried her face, dabbing hard at her eyes before tossing the towel away.

What. The Fuck. Was. That.

She was a babbling mess when she had spoken to Poppy. Spoken was actually too big of a word for what Bea had done. More like muttered a few nouns together in an attempt to string together a sentence, but instead producing a pile of mush at Poppy’s ivory heels.

Bea placed her hands in her hair, gripping her locks and yelling profanities amongst the bathroom walls. Luckily, she had ran to the farthest bathroom possible, where most guests didn’t dare enter as Bea was slinging insults at herself.

“fuck, fuck, Fuck!” Bea yelled again as she finally slammed her hands against the counter, her palms instantly turning red as she breathed heavily in front of the pristine mirror.

It was pure luck that Bea had even found Poppy. She had actually been loitering around the bar, hoping the girl might magically walk by, but Bea had been waiting for a while and she soon grew tired of watching all of the party goers. So, she ventured off, in a direction that hardly anyone went to.

She thought about finding Kath, asking for her help no matter how pathetic it was, but thought better of it after Kath’s parting words to Bea. So she went back to her search.

There was no explanation as to why Bea gravitated to the more shallow parts of the party, but a quick glance to her side and there she was. Standing alone near a wall in a gorgeous magenta dress, Poppy looked breathtaking and Bea would be lying if she said she could remember how to breathe when she first saw her.

Her feet led her there confidently, as if remembering all of the times Bea had approached Poppy at parties when the two knew each other better, but Bea’s brain was still stuck and then the conversation that followed made Bea want to curl up in a hole and pass away.

Did she remember anything she said? Absolutely not.

It was why Bea was currently hiding in the bathroom. Partly in embarrassment and also because she was 90% sure she was going to lose her job because Poppy would have to be an idiot to even accept an offer from Rensler now.

The only company that probably could match them was SkyHigh, but the whole company was just a flashy program with no real talent in it, just simple designs that rich people liked. Bea turned back on the sink, splashing herself with more water before repeating the process again.

It was fair to accept her fate, a ruined career all because of an ex-hookup that went terribly wrong. It was something out of a movie, but Bea hated this movie. Cause this movie was her freaking life.

Bea threw the towel again, this time throwing it high in the air and watching it land perfectly in the hamper as she straightened out her suit. Probably the last fancy suit she would ever wear to an event like this considering she was ruined.

Sliding her fingers through her hair, Bea took a deep breath, before Kath would probably choke the last one out of her.

Leaning against the bathroom granite, Bea took a moment to think.

Would it be wise to give up so easily? No, never.

Would it be wise to attempt to talk to Poppy again? No, never.

Bea didn’t want to cross that bridge again. Everything about it was just awkward and uncomfortable, as if Bea had never met the woman before. In ways, Bea hadn’t met this new Poppy, someone who seemed to use her power more than her sharp tongue to combat against her haters.

But there was something else there. Something that made Bea feel even more sick than that ‘conversation’ the two had. She actually…

Bea slapped herself on the wrist. No, not today.

Steeling her nerves, Bea pointed a sharp finger at her mirror self. “You are going to fucking try again until you can at least face Kath with a straight face.” Bea mumbled to herself.

Had she completely lost it to the point where she was giving herself a pep talk? People sunk to unimaginable lows when faced with their ex from Belvoire.

Bea stood up sharply, fixing her posture before checking her watch. The party still had another hour and a half, enough time to at least talk business with Poppy. She could do that. No previous feelings or awkward words involved.

Finally leaving the bathroom after an embarrassing ten minutes in the room, Bea grabbed the handle of the door, before she heard a loud bang, causing her to jolt.

Bea left the bathroom, reentering the party as she stood next to the bathroom doors. One for the men and one for the ladies.

An unsettling feeling overtook Bea as she looked across the crowds. Everything looked fine, people still partying it up in the only way they knew how, with millions of dollars spent to make everything look pretty.

She didn’t move though. Didn’t venture back into the crowd as she turned towards the door of the men’s room. The bang definitely sounded close, like the wall connecting over close as Bea approached it, reaching for the handle before feeling it stop.

It was locked.

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Poppy grabbed the man’s hand, leading him to a far away bathroom as he followed behind. The alcohol was finally getting to her.

When she pushed him inside, Poppy kissed him hard as his hands moved to rest against her waist, before moving lower and cupping her ass.

She felt sick.

The man’s hands moved to the door, clicking the lock before he returned to kissing Poppy who was momentarily dazed.

His hands roamed across her body, hands cupping her waist, her ass, even briefly touching her chest as his tongue moved against her lips. It was sloppy, too much aggression and too much force in the kiss as the two backed away towards the sink.

He pressed her hard against the granite, continuing to kiss her with his whole mouth as if he were trying to swallow her whole. Poppy let him, she let him kiss her like he probably had a million drunken girls cause that's what men like him did.

He was generic, basic to the point Poppy couldn’t spot him in a crowd if someone paid her 100k. He told her his name, but Poppy didn’t listen, she didn’t care. She just… she just wanted her thoughts to stop.

The man moved his lips lower, pressing a kiss to Poppy’s neck as his tongue trailed behind, wetting her neck to the point it made Poppy deeply uncomfortable, but she was drunk. She couldn’t tell between this man’s sloppily done kisses in this oversized bathroom compared to kisses she once received by a certain brunette.

Poppy blinked slowly. Those were the thoughts that she was trying to forget as she grabbed the man’s head roughly, bringing him back to her lips as she pressed hers against his, tasting the alcohol and breath mints he had and forcing herself to continue.

She hated this. Hated kissing this man and hated how it made her feel…terrible, but it shouldn’t feel terrible. This was natural.

Poppy should be kissing a man. She should like kissing a man, but everything about this made her feel disgusting as his hands kept wandering.

He wasn’t gentle, he played rough, palming her thighs with sticky sweaty palms as Poppy let herself close her eyes as he continued to kiss her. If she would let this continue, she needed at least one happy thought through it all.

She pictured it was someone else currently pressing kisses to Poppy’s neck. Someone who knew how to handle a woman, who was gentle and warm to the touch compared to this sweaty man. Someone exactly like Bea.

Poppy gulped at the thought. It was…fine if it was only a brief second.

Bea pressed a gentle kiss to Poppy’s neck, smiling against Poppy’s soft skin as she gently lifted her up by her waist, setting Poppy on the counter as Bea leaned up. Bea took her time, pressing soft kisses on Poppy’s cheeks, even pressing one to her nose as Poppy scrunched it in annoyance.

“We don’t have all day Hughes.” Poppy said, grabbing ahold of the jean jacket Bea wore as she smiled.

“I’ve got allll day to worship you Poptart.” Bea smiled wide, her teeth so straight that it kind of pissed Poppy off.

“And why would you do that when you could have me now?” She playfully asked, wrapping her legs around Bea’s waist to pull her closer. She radiated heat, something that Poppy had learned to like more than she would admit.

“Probably cause I think you deserve it.” Bea said, gently rubbing her soft palms against Poppy’s thighs. She didn’t trail any further, not until she had Poppy’s permission.

“I deserve it? You’re giving me a lot of material to work with SweetCreek.” Poppy said as Bea ducked down to kiss Poppy again, applying soft pressure as Poppy nipped the girl’s bottom lip. Bea smiled into the kiss, slipping her tongue into Poppy’s mouth and gently moving against her.

“You do deserve it. You’re-” She paused, leaning back to look at Poppy as she sighed. “Nevermind.” Bea finally added as Poppy raised a sharp brow. She wanted to pry, but thought better of it as Bea ducked her head back down

“So, let me worship you right now.” Bea purred against her skin as Poppy nodded, feeling Bea’s hand move further up her thigh.

Poppy snapped out of her thoughts, her body now running hotter as she suddenly became aware of the man’s hand now creeping under Poppy’s dress as if to touch her.

“Yea, you like that baby?” He asked, his words slurring as he pressed a kiss to Poppy’s neck. His sausage sized fingers creeped further up before Poppy pressed both palms to the man’s chest and shoved him off.

He stumbled back, hand falling away from Poppy’s dress as he stared at her, dumfounded. “What the hell?” He asked, stepping closer as Poppy turned to look herself over in the mirror. The oaf was too impatient and stupid to even make a hickey on her neck. She glared at him in the mirror as he stood in shock.

“I’m not interested in a hookup.” Poppy stated, cheeks finally losing their heat as she tried to fix her hair. “Go find someone else.”

“What the fuck is your problem lady?” He asked roughly as he took a towering step towards Poppy who didn’t flinch. “You can’t just do that to a guy.” He growled, eyes darkening as Poppy raised a sharp brow.

Even if the man was surprisingly tall, he was still drunk. Even if Poppy was too, at least she wasn’t stupid.

“Get over yourself and your inflated ego. I don’t owe you anything.” She hissed, spinning to face the man whose face was burning with rage.

“You bitch, you think just cause I’m a guy you can toy with me?!” Poppy reeled back as he took a step forward, grabbing Poppy’s shoulders and shaking her. “All you sluts are the same! You’re not leaving until-” His rage overcame him as he lifted his large palm, slapping Poppy across the face.

Her skin stung as she felt the slap through her whole body, gasping out as the man growled, grabbing Poppy’s shoulder again, only rougher this time. “Not leaving until you finish this!”

Poppy’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second, before her anger snapped as she lifted her knee, connecting with the man’s center as his face contorted in pain.

“ARGH!” He screamed, letting go of Poppy, whose dress was now ruffled as she thought fast, grabbing a glass soap bottle and shattering it directly on the guy’s head!

He was a big man, meaning it didn’t knock him unconscious as he fell to the floor and the glass shattered instantly. Blood dripped down his forehead as he touched the spot, pulling his hand away as he looked up at Poppy, murder in his eyes. “I’m going to kill you!!” He screamed, stumbling up slowly as Poppy backed away from the man, hitting the counter at her waist as she reached for another soap bottle.

The man stumbled up, just as Poppy heard a loud crash come from the bathroom door, a familiar figure running inside and staring at the scene.

Bea’s eyes widened for a second, looking at the shattered glass, the stumbling drunk man, and Poppy with a large red splotch booming on her cheek. She looked a mess too, her dress rumpled and her lipstick smeared as she looked at Bea who’s whole demeanor changed when she looked at Poppy.

Stalking forward as the man looked to the side, he let out a sharp gasp. “Who the fuck are-” He didn’t finish, Bea throwing a nasty right hook at the man’s face as he went down with a thud. It definitely broke his nose.

She didn’t stop there, grabbing ahold of the large man’s collar and pulling him up as she punched him again and again. Poppy stood frozen as she watched Bea beat the man up as he let out small hisses of pain before Bea finally slammed him down against the tile flooring, his head banging hard against it as Bea glared down at him. Her voice lowered as she bared her teeth at him.

“If you ever touch her again, I’ll fucking kill you.” Bea hissed at the man whose face was covered in blood and new bruises blooming across his features. He nodded sharply, looking at Bea with scared eyes as she finally stood up.

Poppy only stayed close to the counter as Bea turned towards her, looking her over as if checking Poppy wasn’t hurt. “Are you okay?” Bea asked, stepping closer before Poppy stepped back.

“I’m fine…I was handling it.” She spoke quickly, eyes glancing down at where Bea’s knuckles were now bloody and bruised.

Bea didn’t answer, only sighing in relief before she stepped over the man who was groaning in pain as Bea looked at Poppy. Finally looking into her eyes.

“C’mon, you need something cold for your face.”

“I don’t need anything-” Bea ignored her, walking off and expecting Poppy to follow. She definitely didn’t want to stay with this guy who was crying on the floor, so Poppy left the bathroom, following Bea who was currently walking through the crowds.

Poppy could barely spot her, before walking up to the nearest bar where Bea was currently speaking with the bartender, before taking a towel from the woman and walking back up to Poppy. The bar was more secluded than the rest as Poppy sat on one of the back stools, hoping no one could tell her face was swelling as Bea approached.

She slid the towel to Poppy, who took it slowly, unwrapping it to see a small ice pack. She pressed it to her cheek, hissing in pain as Bea glanced around the bar, eyes settling everywhere but on Poppy.

Instead of thanking Bea like Poppy should have, she glared at the girl, looking her up and down.

“Were you following me?” Poppy asked, voice a little strict as Bea looked at her.

“What? No, I heard something crash in that bathroom and went to check it out.” Bea said, voice no longer breaking with pauses or trembling with nerves. She sounded like her old self.

“Well, I didn’t need your help.” Poppy restated, pressing the ice to her cheek again as she felt the swelling fall just a little. It was going to take some time to heal, but it shouldn’t bruise.

“Are you serious? That guy could have-”

“I had it under control.” Poppy stated again as Bea rolled her eyes. Tapping her fingers anxiously against the counter as she looked at Poppy.

“I highly doubt that.” Bea said as Poppy placed the ice pack down.

“I mean it. I didn’t need your help.” Poppy said, making sure every word rang clear as Bea scoffed, looking down at her bloody knuckles.

“That guy could have hurt you, Poppy, or even worse.” She said as if Poppy owed her a medal or something. Typical hero Bea.

“And why would that matter to you?” Poppy growled as she slid off the bar stool. Bea’s eyebrows furrowed as if telling Poppy why it would matter, but thinking better of it as Poppy scoffed.

“Fuck off Bea Hughes.” Poppy hissed as she left the bar and Bea who followed after her.

“Hey, wait a minute. I’m not here to talk about Belvoire or all the other stuff. We don’t even have to talk about the past thirty minutes.” Bea stated as they stood next to each other, but never feeling more apart.

“I want to make my pitch to you about the architect design. I need ten minutes, max.” Bea asked, voice more confident as Poppy eyed her cautiously.

She took a second to think it over. Again, she shouldn’t give her the time of day.

A few minutes later, the two had taken the elevator down in silence, Bea rocking on her heels as Poppy wrapped her arms around her shoulders. Her cheek still stung as the elevator finally stopped, opening into a large recreational room with multiple seating areas.

Bea took a seat on one of the couches as Poppy did the same, picking one far away from Bea as she cleared her throat.

“I’m sure you’ve already done your research into Rensler and have heard about our bid.” Poppy remembered it, but the offer certainly didn’t stick out much now that she knew Bea worked for the company.

“And I know that me working for the company…might complicate some things.” Bea went on as she glanced at Poppy who still sat with her arms wrapped around herself. She kept her expression neutral and calm as Bea reached into her jacket, pulling out a small notebook as she slid it towards Poppy.

“I know the decision isn’t final and this probably isn’t the smartest plan, but I’ve already seen the design of the building you bought. I’ve mapped out a few things that you might want to change.” Poppy took the notebook, opening it up to a small sketch of the building and some of the floors inside. It had ample room. Several stories were available and it was a great location.

Poppy envisioned many years in the space and from Bea’s designs, it looked like the girl had prepped for that. It was mostly reconstruction designs, replacing of walls and sectioned off rooms, but there were already scribbles of where lighting would go best and rooms that didn’t face too much sun.

She took a moment to flip through the notes, already a couple of pages filled with sketches before Poppy set the notebook back down. She wasn’t going to admit that those sketches were exactly what Poppy wanted for her building.

“If you like my designs, you should consider Rensler’s bid. It might be more expensive than the other offers, but the work will always be better.” Bea said, standing to pick up her notebook as she returned to her seat.

“You should also know, I’ll be the lead architect on the project so you and I could work together for a bit, but we shouldn’t-”

“Are you ever going to shut up?” Poppy asked as Bea closed her mouth, staring at Poppy in confusion. “You think I’m worried about working with you, Bea Hughes?” Poppy stood, stalking closer to Bea and placing her hand on the couch’s back roughly. It caused Bea to jolt as she pressed herself into the couch’s cushion as Poppy glared down at her, hovering above the woman who looked up into Poppy’s eyes.

“Listen closely Hughes. When I make my decision about my building, it will have nothing to do with you or anything in our shared past.” She pressed closer, glaring hard at Bea as she felt her temper boil.

She was still sitting with that stupid look on her face as if expecting Poppy to feel anything for her. She didn’t need help in that bathroom and she didn’t need Bea to treat her as if Poppy had spent the last two years only thinking about their past and what could have been.

She hated it. She hated everything about this. Seeing Bea again, making out with that man, her parents, Don. All of it made Poppy angry as she stared at Bea with murder in her eyes. What she wouldn’t give to go back to at least three hours ago, when she never saw this woman. What she wouldn’t give to never think about Bea Hughes again.

Most of all, Poppy hated how she felt when she looked at Bea. The same lingering feeling from Belvoire that Poppy could never label or even describe. It was disgusting.

She pushed herself away as Bea sharply inhaled, looking at Poppy with worry as the woman smoothed down her dress. “Let me tell you this. If I do pick Rensler, you’ll wish I hadn’t.” Poppy said sternly as she walked away from Bea who sat nervously on the couch, hands gripping the ends of the cushion as she watched Poppy leave.

“If you didn’t hate me at Belvoire, I’m going to do everything I can to make you absolutely despise me now.”

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[thatiranianphantom]

I know this is a heavy topic, but as a woman of color myself I hate this trend of people acting like we can’t give any sort of criticism to characters of color because you get called a racist or any sort of things when characters of color aren’t immune to criticism as long as you criticize them like you would a white character for the same things. I feel like we are allowed to criticize when a piece of media gives us characters of color to fill some status quo or woke agenda but don’t put effort into them, and that’s what I feel about Tabitha.

I think Erinn is a great actress but Tabitha is not a good character and I won’t lie to appear woke just because she’s a character of color, that would make me an hypocrite just like the CW making the pussycats episode simply because it was mandatory by the network. I want more for Tabitha than the bare minimum, her character was introduced to be Jughead’s caretaker. Her scenes weren’t about who she is and what her inspirations are, but to run after a drunk Jughead, the fact that she was there at Jughead’s very own therapy section (while he talks about Betty being the one to take him out of darkness) is humiliating specially because she has not business being there when she doesn’t know this man. The excuse about Pop caring for Jughead so Tabitha by extension cares too was lazy writing because it doesn’t give her a personality. Then she was kept there to be Betty and Jughead's side kick even when we don’t even know if she likes being a detective at all. Everything we know about Tabitha so far seems like an extension of the characters she interacts with and nothing else.

The only thing we know about her is that she owns Pops and is very committed to the family business, has weird parents and that she’s so pure it’s the equivalent of an angel (?). You remove Tabitha out of the plot and it’s like it doesn’t matter, and that’s the problem. Her only connection to the plot is Jughead. And this is not a Tabitha problem, we know Riverdale has tons of that, Kevin’s who’s incredible useless and I don’t even remember anything he has done ever, Archie — the most useless main character I’ve ever seen, never participates in the plots and it’s just there to follow after other characters. And the biggest most annoying criticism is the way Veronica – their only Latina character – has a family that is the equivalent of mafia because that’s not racist and stereotypical at all.

For me, Tabitha reads as a character that the writers don’t know what to do with besides being Jughead’s love interest, that they have interacting positively with every character in hopes of getting people to like her, they don’t invest on her and they don’t brother to give her conflicts and I won’t think they will. The saddest thing is that we know the plot will eventually lead back to Betty and Jughead so with Tabitha out of that relationship, what are they gonna do with her? And I do find it very sad that she’s getting more screen time after being in the show for one season than Charles Melton, who’s been there since season 2 and Reggie is actually a relevant character in the comics. But remember, woke stan twt doesn’t particularly care about men of color or the fact that Reggie would be the only man of color of the cast – aside from Fangs and Pops – that barely gets his flowers.

"characters of color aren’t immune to criticism as long as you criticize them like you would a white character for the same things"

That's the standout for me. I will right here fully admit that I am not a person of color. I am a white person who has not experienced the prevalence of racism, whether overt or implicit. I also have no doubt that there is racism aplenty in Hollywood, and on the RD set. For example, the lack of Black hairdressers, so that the Black actresses either have to do their own hair or have a terrible job done of their hair? Unacceptable. Making their only Latina family crime bosses? More than a little casually racist. Keeping Tabitha as an extension of Jughead and hiring her only as a diversity hire? That's really bad, and something the character deserves better than.

That said, saying that I can't criticize the acting skills of a person of color because they are a person of color doesn't feel right to me. If I were criticizing them solely on the basis of being POC, that would be entirely different. I will willingly and happily call out the white actors on the very same thing. When I say I don't think Vanessa is a good actress, I will say the exact same thing for Casey Cott. They just don't impress me. When I say that Ashleigh and Vanessa have awful voices, I will happily (and documentedly have) say the same about Madeleine and KJ. Nobody is immune to criticism here.

Tabitha is interesting in this, because I genuinely used to like her. She was fun, interesting, kind of an inventive play on the "only sane man" trope. I'd wager most of the fandom liked her when she first appeared. And Erinn's acting was good in that facet of her personality. But right from the beginning, she was made no more than Jughead's babysitter, even when they weren't together. And now that we've seen more of her...I am not hugely impressed by her acting. I have long wanted to see more Reggie, because I think Charles did so much more than Ross ever did with Reggie, and I unashamedly love Reggie.

[annarendellsa]

my heathers headcanons

it's the way i see them and draw them, you don't have to agree! this is based on both the musical and the movie

CW: mention of suic*de and e*ting disorders (bulimia) as well as various mental illnesses

Heather Duke

• heather duke is aromantic and yes its because she wears green, have you seen her socks in the off broadway musical? /hj

• more seriously, she IS aromantic but it took some time for her to figure out. she is allo but she doesn't label her sexuality, and she was always confused and frustrated to experience sexual attraction but never romantic attraction; she had a hard time accepting this part of herself.

• post heathers: maybe she discovers about non binary identities and asks her girlfriends to test out they/them pronouns on her? idk? aro-agender duke?

• she also struggles with empathy as she is naturally apathic

• and she's putting this image of a cold mean girl because she believes she can only be that given she's aro and ND

• post musical: she had no idea mcnamara actually tried to commit suic*de and when veronica tells her she breaks down in tears and spend a few days writing an apology letter to mcnamara

• post musical: mcnamara helps her to develop her compassion, knowing it's not her fault she's incapable of empathy. she didn't have to forgive her, but they did, and it really motivates duke to become a better person and be as nice as her

• post musical: she sees a doctor! she eventually recovers from her bulimia. veronica and mac are 100% supportive of her recovery, and very proud

• she gets bigger as part of her recovery and learns to embrace it

• duke is very pale with really dark and thick hair and eyebrows, soft features and quite a lot of body hair

• you know the bootleg where duke has blonde hair? when she's on the tv she speaks german and i vibe with german duke now

• duke Cannot say fuck and if someone is prude/innocent/idk it's her. the why are you pulling my dick was just to fluster veronica i think

Heather McNamara

• they use she/they pronouns!! just because. she still identifies as a girl though

• mac is autistic of course, it's like semi canon in the musical

• since she's very tall (movie) she stims while standing like being on the tip of her toes or rocking back and forth and the others can be quite annoyed because she moves a lot but they never snap at her

• post musical: veronica finds her stimming endearing and they know it's safe to stim around her, especially since veronica stims herself

• post musical: mac hums as a stim too and you can often find macnamawyer snuggling on the floor while humming in harmonies together

• she used to mask a LOT and it played a big part in her depression. she knows they had to stop themselves from stimming when she was a heather, she had been the weird kid in middle school but now that chandler took her under her wing, she has to pretend to be NT in order to stay in the lifeboat (😭)

• she's a lesbian!! of course she is

• she knows it since she is in middle school and has been """gal pals"""" with chandler since them but she still struggles with it she has comphet yk, but still less than chandler

• chanamara definitely practiced kissing together "to be ready when we'll have to kiss boys" 👀👀👀

• chandler always had a soft spot for mac and tried to hide it by being cruel to duke

• post musical: it took mac some time to understand that duke had nothing against her personally. she was chill with them until chandler died. from that moment she had to prove herself as the new queen bee and mac was a collateral victim

• duke definetely gave her trauma though and mac is in the process of trusting her again

• mac themselves is not a cinnamon roll just yet and she still has to make up for what they've done to others

• mcnamara has nicknames like mcNcheese or macaroni (veronica came up with those)

• they're also a vegetarian and she loves yellow food

• like she ever only eats yellow food actually (autistic thing). that girl is deficient! part of why she looks that fragile and thin

• also i see mcnamara as mixed race with golden/light brown skin and they have this type of curly curly hair but she straightens it all the time so it's only just wavy (once again, to blend in with the heathers)

• her natural hair colour is actually a dark strawberry blonde? her dad is irish and he's a redhead that's why (stole this from @cam-eats-candles hehe) but she dyes it so it's lighter

• post musical: she starts wearing her natural hair!! and goes with her mom to the afro hairdresser to start to get her curls done right (cornrows mac!!)

• their parents divorced (movie) and it's for the best. mac has daddy issues and only goes to her dad to get cute jewellery for their girlfriends 💖 (he doesn't just sell engagement rings. a lot of regular expensive rings, really)

• she's not a baby, she's not weak nor completely innocent and pure!! the girl is a head cheerleader, she's strong and flexible as hell.

Heather Chandler

• heather chandler is Also a lesbian BUT she is on the ace spectrum like demisexual? so yeah she's double disgusted when she "sleeps" with men

• as a queen bee she's also convinced that the only way to exist is through male validation :(

• chandler is taller than duke and veronica but shorter than mac

• chandler's skin is like rosy and it freckles very easily. i see her with the same cloudylike hair she has in the movie, dark blonde, with the red scrunchie only holding back some of her hair

• she is Buff and is genuinely into sports (lesbian jock like regina george)

• she has a sharp hourglass shape her shoulders are broad and her legs long and strong. she could lift veronica against a wall easily. and she did

Veronica Sawyer

• ADHD!! she's been diagnosed for a while but only became medicated post musical

• bisexual!! so bisexual!! without a preference. she's always been open and proud about it and her parents are supportive

• for me veronica is brown, with thick and dark hair and dark brown eyes, midsize, average height

Martha Dunnstock

• that's canon i know, but she's fat, and not the socially acceptable-hourglass kind of fat. big arms! big tummy! double chin! (i see fanart of her just being chubby quite often and it's ANNOYING like that's a big part of her character)

• she's perfectly healthy like this as are many fat people :))

• i also like the hc that her attempt at sewer slide made her permanently disabled and that she keeps using a wheelchair! because it happens, it's important to show it, and it gives me a lot of ideas for cute kindergarten girlfriends prompts 💓💓

• of course realistically being fat AND physically disabled in the 80's was and is not an easy thing to go through but it's in my head so

• she's also a tiny bit taller than veronica

• i don't hate the outfit she wears in the off broadway show, but I like her west end outfit better!! it's a lot more 80's inspired and i totally see her in kidcore/clowncore etc, even if pastels are cool too

• in the current west end version, martha is played by a black woman and she looks amazing! however I've been drawing and imagining martha as east/south east asian, for no reason really?? also idk kinda rubs me the wrong way that in the more official versions of heathers it's always duke that is black, or martha? not the others? hmm

• i'm not comfortable with hcs that exclusively babyfy her or patronise her like a bunny rabbit just bc she's a fat outcast who likes unicorns!! she's not just cute and giggly! martha can and does swear and she Fucks, like mcnamara

• big round glasses + big nose + long brown hair

• taking inspiration from the princess bride line but she's a huge movie nerd. yes she loves happy endings but she also loves horror movies, as long as they have a happy ending

• she never gets a makeover omg y'all just hate people with glasses and a childish aesthetic istg

• she takes this aesthetic further though and

• post musical and high school: she doesn't just wear baggy clothes anymore as she only did that to prevent more bullying. she develops an unique style with a lot of pink and glitter and she's awesome

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ok this is getting long ill probably do more!! tell me what you think <3

[eileen-crys]

A bouquet of Speedwell

It's the mid 80s and an unexpected friendship develops between Veronica Deacon and her new hairdresser, an Irish man called Jim who shares with her the passion for gardening.

Unfortunately, misunderstandings and jealousy are behind the corner.

From a request I received on tumblr from @freddiefiction : "I’d love to see a fluffy fic where Jim is Veronica’s hairdresser and occasionally gives her flowers from his garden because he knows she loves them. Maybe John (not knowing who Jim is) gets jealous and is ready to fight for his lady, only for Freddie to pop up like, “oh, John, have you met my Jim?’ 😂"

I loved this prompt to bits and decided to develop it into a longer fic, hoping to manage to write it well since I'm struggling like crazy. Because of my struggles, I decided to give up a bit on an accurate timeline of the events and just put the plot first, just assuming this would be around 1985/86. I hope you'll enjoy and please leave a comment if you read it, it'll help me immensely!

I feel like I TOTALLY lost touch with my writing, past and present, so I don't know when the next chapter will come out but I hope you'll bear with me 💕

[midnight-marimba]

Magically returning to your youth isn’t actually all it’s cracked up to be. Much to her disgust, Veronica even needs help brushing her own hair.

Dragon Quest XI fic, Veronica & Erik friendship, 1.2k words, general audience

[lilismiracle-blog]

Now we know Cami's hairdresser/makeup artist has a picture of Cole in her trailer 😂😂

[of-invisible-ties]

🎀 xander to veronica

Meme II No Longer Accepting!

Veronica was to attend a fancy dress party that day. Ever nervous, she quickly asked her summoned heroes for their opinions on her outfit. That’s what she asked of them when she wasn’t sending them to clash with the Askrians. It always helped to have a second opinion, after all. Besides, the heroes were there anyway, whiling away the time until they were sent to fight again. She may as well take advantage of their presence. It also helped her feel less alone. 

Today, she’d asked Xander for advice. She’s come to trust him like her own brother. In fact, she was considering taking him to the party with her. The prince knew how to dress, and he could charm the partygoers with ease. Veronica hopes that he had some advice for her. However, as the moments of silence passed between them, she feared that she’d come to the wrong person. Xander took awhile to ponder this, but he eventually happened upon a brilliant idea.

“Ribbons!” he’d said excitedly, as he grabbed one and started wrapping it around her hair. Veronica tried to protest, for she thought herself too old to enjoy ribbons and lace. But Xander insisted. She pouted as he tied her hair up, trying her utmost to look as angry as possible. That changed when she saw herself in the mirror, though. She looked good.

“How did you ...!?”

“Xander, since when could you tie ribbons perfectly? This looks better than what my hairdressers can muster! You NEED to teach them how to do this!”

She sounded so excited; like she was the child her age implied her to be.

“Please!? I want to look like this even when you have to leave ...”