request: Hiya! Love your blog! Maybe a jughead one where he is dating you but is more in love with Betty than he is with you. He tells you this and just a lot of angst. Thanks!!
warning: there’s a curse word in this, if anyone cares. also this is super depressing, yikes, sorry.
On that fateful day, there were three things you knew for certain.
The first, was that you were in love with Jughead Jones.
You really wish you could just say it was a stupid, teenage infatuation— a high school boyfriend that was nothing serious, but every time you looked at him you felt something that you couldn’t even place into words. Every time you saw his face in the hallways, pictures, down the street, in the distance, or up close— your heart would light up in some way. You remembered that looking at him when you first met felt like your heart was full of Christmas lights. You remembered very clearly, the feeling of sitting across from him at Pop’s, each of you doing your own thing, but sometimes you would look up at him and notice how beautiful he looked when he was concentrating: blue eyes reflecting computer screen colors, biting his soft lip harshly. Even worse, when he looked up at you and smiled.
You couldn’t help it: he was your first everything. Your first kiss, your first boyfriend, first everything. Sure, he was not the first person to call you beautiful, but he was the first person who made you believe it. He would often find you sitting on the roof of his tiny room at the drive-in, crying. You would always say it was because of the movie, but he would always know when it wasn’t. He would bring his hand up to your face, the pad of his thumb wiping a stray tear away. He gave you such a fierce look of sincerity in his eyes when he said it, “You’re so beautiful,” it was impossible not to believe him.
The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
I’m on the same page as everyone else with the “wouldn’t get rid of the Arms Outstretched scene for the whole world” because honestly, it was just… so good. It continues to be a huge, defining moment of the series, and I love the imagery of the three of them hanging onto each other in the face of incredible odds.
At the same time, though, I just keep imagining Magnus and Kravitz together in the Astral Plane. And Magnus is just regaining lost memories the entire time, getting distracted every two minutes because “I can’t believe I forgot about the Power Bear, the Power Bear was awesome!”
Kravitz just sighs and takes out another enemy. He’s not even going to ask. He asked about the judges and he almost got stabbed in the back because Magnus wouldn’t stop talking and cover him. Plus the idea of enormous judge-creatures looming overhead was frankly terrifying and Kravitz doesn’t need more terrifying things to think about.
Kravitz doesn’t listen to much more of what Magnus says until he overhears Taako’s name. Magnus is muttering about someone named Lup. “Did they ever find her? Fuck, I don’t think they ever found her. Taako’s gonna be so pissed.”
“Taako’s twin sister.”
And, well, okay. That sounds like the kind of thing that would’ve come up by now, they’d been on a few dates and Kravitz was pretty sure he could already see their relationship being something permanent –
“He doesn’t remember her.” A pause. “He’s gonna be so pissed.” Kravitz has to agree with that assessment.
Magnus suddenly stops talking at one point, and the attack has slowed a little, so Kravitz takes notice. Magnus is frowning, but before Kravitz can ask, Magnus is looking at him. “I know why our death counts were so high.” Kravitz waits for him to elaborate; Magnus explains, and it’s horrifying. It’s the apocalypse, it’s a different kind of death than the one that Kravitz knows, and it’s already here. And something else occurs to Kravitz.
“Taako’s out there.”
Magnus agrees. “Everyone’s out there.”
(Which might be the same thing, but now isn’t the time to think about that.)
Kravitz takes a deep breath and spins the scythe back in position for attack. Magnus echoes the movement with his lance. “Guess we’d better get back out there too, then.”