a good conscience

Ravenclaw Headcanons

• having a good conscience after finishing all of the work
• being so interested in something that their head and heart seem to burst in excitement when they start reading about it
• binding their hair back before starting work
• waking up early to go for a run
• ‘Look at the moon!’
• ‘You’re doing it wrong let me…oh now it’s too late you’ve ruined it…’
• they take birthdays too seriously and want the whole package (party, presents, wishes, …)
• patiently explaining their friends everything they didn’t understand during the school lesson
• being lazy when they aren’t interested in a certain topic
• procrastinating and then panicking
• asking too many questions
• being friends with pupils from every house
• they believe that everything had a reason
• sending and owl to their parents every week
• being way more rebellious than others might expect


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How in the FUCK can y'all in good conscience say you’re pro-black and not give a shit about black trans people or black disabled people or black women??

“Integrity, dignity, sense of duty, justice, humanity, honesty, straightness, and good conscience. Are certain qualities really affirmed for their own sake with these well-sounding words, or is it a case of being moved into a certain light in which they acquire value?”

—F. Nietzsche, The Will to Power, §353 (edited excerpt).

My letter to Marvel today

sent to mheroes@marvel.com:

Dear Marvel,

I think somehow, at some point, someone in change there forgot the entire point of superheroes.

Superheroes give us hope. They teach us how to be human; how to be our best selves; how to be brave and how to stick up for others and for what is right. They teach us that there is reason to believe in others, and in the innate goodness of people who will step up and do good when we need it. 

We need them. And Captain America has always been the pinnacle of that heroism in marvel’s canon, going back to when two jewish men created him for the explicit purpose of fighting fascism and standing up for everything good, and for everything America had the capacity to stand for and represent, in the best version of itself. 

I remember first falling in love with Captain America as a character and a hero when I was an anxious, self-destructive teenager. Depressed and struggling, superheroes gave me hope and strength then. More than a decade later, they still do. Or they should…

Back then Steve Rogers was a man who wouldn’t hurt me. A man who I could love and respect and trust. Someone who would stand up and protect me, and others I cared for, even if only on the pages of a flimsy comic book. Steve Rogers was hope, and strength, and moral fortitude. 

And now, according to you, Steve Rogers is and always was a nazi.
Recently Marvel decided that diverse books weren’t profitable. This is bull. If Marvel is failing to profit from diverse books, it’s because the people like me who love diverse characters and wish to support these books struggle to reconcile that desire with the disgust we feel at putting money in the pockets of an editorial giant that thinks it’s “cool” and “edgy” to promote fascism for profit, and who put the short-term benefit of shock value over a 75 year legacy of a character that has deep meaning to millions. 

Yesterday, at the store, I paused while looking at a pair of Captain America sandals I’d meant to buy for my four-year-old nephew. He loves Cap, you see, almost as much as I do. But if Marvel is doubling down on the idea that Cap is a fascist nazi-supporter, then how can I in good conscience deck him out in that symbolism? 

What’s next – Tony Stark, in a “gritty twist”, turns out to be a serial rapist? That will be great to explain to every child in a plastic iron man mask come halloween. 

Maybe this will be retconned or resolved in a year or two. But the stain is there. You took something good and pure and constant, and perverted it for the sake of an event no one wanted, because we’re all burned out on the constant events and gimmicky world-wide crossover plots that get in the way of actual interesting stories. 

I know this letter will probably be ignored and that no one will ever read it through. I know because you’ve already received a boatload of angry correspondence on this topic, and have made it clear that you don’t care; it’s obvious, when Ike Perlmutter supports fascist-populist rhetoric and Nick Spencer defends Nazis on twitter, and you insist on doubling down on this insulting, stomach-churning plotline. 

But I’m writing it anyway, because it’s the one means I have (besides cancelling my subscriptions and no longer giving you my money) of standing up and speaking out. And those are the values that the real Steve Rogers taught me:

You always stand up.

And maybe, just maybe, someone at Marvel will remember that. Will remember why people love superheroes; why we need them, and need their goodness. Why in a climate of hate and fear, where fascist nationalist groups are seizing more and more political power across the western world, we need someone who will punch Hitler on the jaw instead of giving a heil salute to “Hail Hydra.”

Please, remember.


         - Someone once saved by Captain America.


#SayNoToHydraCap

the blazing bombardier.

Idk, this is just a summery fluffball of a Sterek getting-together drabble because I’m tired of winter. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Derek fundamentally doesn’t understand people who like roller coasters.

He knows such people exist because he’s been standing in line with them for the Blazing Bombardier for half an hour now, but even when he’s looking right at them, it’s hard to believe. Seriously, why. The list of things to do on a Saturday afternoon that don’t involve screaming and trying not to hurl is literally infinite. He could be lounging around in his pjs in his dorm right now and rereading The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, just for example. Or working out, or going for a drive to the beach, or watching a movie with Boyd and Erica. (Boyd and Erica are officially his favorite people right now because, unlike his sisters, they understand the basic concept that friends don’t make their friends who lose bets ride the most terrifying invention since clown costumes.)

The line moves forward, and oh god, now Derek can actually see the loading station. The seats are wicked-looking hanging harnesses painted to look like flames. He’s going to be sick before he even sits down in the thing.

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anonymous asked:

Ship, your interactions with baby cousin are ADORABLE. do you ever want to be a parent?

Nah. I might do foster care someday, if possible. *Maybe* adoption in the right circumstance. I don’t see myself getting married, but stepchildren would be cool if they weren’t predispositioned to resent me. Ideally, I could just be an eccentric and devoted uncle, but that’s not gonna happen.

I just… can’t in good conscience cause a new person to be created into the world.

In an unprecedented first, the Congress of the American Wizarding Confederation unanimously voted today to support the decision of newly appointed President Marla Bolton not to meet with the newly elected President of the United States, Donald Trump. Since the inception of the AWC and its Muggle counterpart the USA, the President of the Wizarding Congress has met with every Muggle President to discuss the true nature of the magical world and reinforce certain pacts of secrecy and mutual cooperation between the two nations. While some of these meetings went more smoothly than others, the tradition has been a constant for over two hundred years.  

President Bolton released her decision last week in a press-conference that shook the magical world to its core: “After much deliberation and a careful observation of Muggle President Trump, my offices and I have decided that while the long-standing tradition of cooperation between the magical and mundane worlds is valuable one, we cannot in good conscience expose our world and the people and creatures in it to man such as President Trump. There are serious concerns not only about how Mr. Trump would take the news of a magical world existing alongside his own, but about his discretion in such matters. We will, of course, continue to provide protections for the Muggle leader in the form of highly trained Aurors and members of the DSO, but at this time and for the foreseeable future, we will not reveal ourselves to the current administration or any of its offices.”

Congress immediately entered into deliberations, but after numerous and lengthy meetings of the whole counsel, which included briefings from the Department-Heads of the nine governmental agencies and the Headmasters and Mistresses of the Seven Schools of Sorcery, it was clear that Madam President’s decision would stand. The leaders of our esteemed centers of education were especially vocal in their support of the President’s decision, with Headmistress Mariame Odinson of Black Gate delivering a pointed speech punctuated with ringing blows from her hammer, and Headmistress Theodora Dimon of the Laveau Academy showing how all divinations on the matter implied utter disaster if the President was ignored. The fact that the Laveau Headmistress’s dire proclamations seemed based at least in part on the fact that such an act would upset her, personally, as well as all of her staff and alumni, was not lost on members of the Congress.

“We have not always trusted or liked the leaders of the Muggle world,” said Headmaster Lanskey of the Salem Institute, who closed the comments section from the Seven School’s representatives, “And I am certain they would not always have approved of ours, had they been in a similar position to judge, but until today there has always been a sense that the Magical Congress could trust the motives and discretion of the Muggle President. Sadly that is not the case now. Though I do not agree with many of President Bolton’s views on the matters of Wizarding-Muggle relations, I think she has made a well reasoned decision to keep the Trump Administration in the dark concerning our existence. I can only pray that this particular period in our mutual history will be a short one, and no long lasting precedent will be set.”

-Charles Goodwin, The Boston Bibliomancer, March 1, 2017.

That was in 1942. Earlier that year, on February 19, 75 years ago this Sunday, President Franklin D. Roosevelt issued an executive order, No. 9066, which set the internment into motion. On its face, the order was “neutral,” authorizing the military to designate whole swaths of land as military zones, and evacuate any persons from it as they saw fit.

But behind that facade lay a much darker purpose: to tear 120,000 innocent Japanese-Americans from their homes along the West Coast and relocate them to 10 prison camps scattered throughout the United States.

It didn’t matter, back then, that most of us were US citizens and had never even been to Japan. We were presumed guilty, and held without charge for four years, simply because we happened to look like the people who had bombed Pearl Harbor. For that crime, we lost our homes, our livelihoods and our freedoms.

Every year, on February 19, we Japanese-Americans honor this day as Remembrance Day, and we renew our pledge to make sure what happened to us never happens again in America. I am always amazed, and saddened, that despite our decades long efforts, so many young people today are not even aware that such a tragedy and miscarriage of justice took place here.

[…]

We are an interdependent people, sharing a common bond of humanity. The most pernicious aspect of Trump’s policies is thus the denial of those basic bonds and that humanity. I will not stand for it, and no people of good conscience should.

The internment is not a ‘precedent,’ it is a stark and painful lesson. We will only learn from the past if we know, understand and remember it. For if we fail, we most assuredly are doomed to repeat it.

21. Staying cool during a heatwave (from this list)

It was well past thirty degrees out before Ladybug and Chat Noir finally stopped for a break in their weekly patrol.

“So, can we get an akuma that, like, turns off the sun or something next?” Chat groaned where he was sprawled out on the shady, lukewarm concrete under the rooftop overhang they’d discovered together. “Just for a day. One day.”

“But then we’d have to fight in the dark,” Ladybug mumbled back, trying not to whine as she leaned (melted) against the wall by his feet. “I hate fighting in the dark.”

Her eyes felt dry when she blinked and her tongue felt cool when she licked her lips and it was really much too hot out to be doing anything that didn’t involve copious amounts of cold water, but she and Chat had a duty to the city, so patrol they would, regardless of the danger of heatstroke.

Chat sighed gustily and flopped a hand in her general direction. “Imagine I just said something really great about holding your hand. It’s too hot to think up lines.”

Ladybug laughed through her groan despite herself. “It’s too hot for holding hands, too.”

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Beauty and the Beast: Stop your Bullshit Tumblr

I was wondering why Beauty and the Beast was so long (two hours and ten minutes exactly), and now that I’ve seen it, I know: they fixed all the plot holes. Which means it’s not carbon copy of the one from 1991; the story is quite the same of course, but they did try to put actual character development in here, and shed light on things we knew nothing about or had no explanation for until then. So yeah, if you finally want some answers, I recommend seeing it. Of course it doesn’t stray far from the animated movie, so yeah, you’ll have some of the same songs, the most iconic ones, not all of them, and some new, so I’m sorry if you’re allergic to all the singing, it stays a Disney movie…

As for the rest? You have POC characters, not a whole lot but there are here, and not in the background if you please, so that’s a yes as well.

Now, about Lefou.

I saw some very vindictive posts on this website about how his character was homophobic.

I disagree. You see, it’s true that he’s mannered, but it’s barely. It’s not exaggerated like I was expecting, it’s there but to be honest, every single character is exaggerating in their manners. He’s not more mannered than the others. Also, he’s not the mindless, stupid fool from the first movie anymore. He’s quite clever in fact, and is perfectly able to see when Gaston is doing something wrong, and he’s always trying to better his ways; he’s always suggesting another way to do things so Gaston changes his mind about doing what he was initially planning to do (which is like, always bad). When he does follow him in his bad ways, it’s because he’s pressured by Gaston and by his attraction to him, like we saw it a thousand times before when some character (mostly girls) help the villain despite being conflicted about it because they love him. Because Lefou is conflicted, he doesn’t want to displease Gaston because he doesn’t want him to hate him, but at the same time, he doesn’t like his actions and is always trying to stop him using subtlety and negotiation, because he knows it’s useless to disagree with him upfront, as Gaston doesn’t hesitate to get violent when things don’t go his way. Lefou is like the good conscience of Gaston, well he tries to be, and even better: he doesn’t fall with him at the end. He’s able to free himself from the toxic influence and person that is Gaston, he doesn’t cling to him until the very end like the cliché ending we saw far too much in this kind of relationship dynamics. And in that aspect, Lefou becomes his very own character.

So I’m sorry, but Lefou is a very well written character, with way more depth than those posts I’ve seen seemed to imply. As a matter of fact, none of these posts were explaining exactly why the depiction of Lefou was homophobic in this movie; they didn’t give even one precise example, which is very telling, really.

So be mindful of what you read, people, and go see things for yourselves, especially if you wanted to before seeing heinous posts like this.

OK SO YUURI SEEMS TO BE GETTING AN OFFICIAL BODY PILLOW (sound of me screaming my lungs out)

BUT WAIT

HE’S WEARING THE RING

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BUY THIS WITH A GOOD CONSCIENCE. THE GUY IS ENGAGED TO THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE. HE’S TAKEN. AM I A HOME WRECKER. I LOVE HIM AND WANT TO MARRY HIM BUT I ALSO WANT HIM TO MARRY VIKTOR. FUCK. 

I have canceled all my Marvel subscriptions.

I will not support flirtation with fascism and nazism in any form and I believe it is truly shameful that I held out as long as I did.

My comic reviews for the day are mostly written, so I will post them, but they will be the last of my Marvel comics for the foreseeable future. 

I will go more in depth later but yeah. Time to stand. Even books that aren’t a part of this event/universe I cannot in good conscience support anymore until Marvel apologizes for choosing these already dangerous times to fraternize with the side of history that should always inevitably lose. 

anonymous asked:

I am!! In Love!! With Truffle and her morph!! She's so cute!! And that morph is absolutely GORGEOUS. It's making it hard for me to decide what morph I want for my first ;w;

Thanks! She’s a good girl. However, I can’t in good conscience recommend supporting the continued breeding of her morph. 

She came from my very first clutch years ago. Though I lucked out and got healthy babies, I learned soon after that Super Cinnamons, Super Black Pastels, and related morphs are more likely to have spinal kinks and facial deformities. I plan to address this in Orochi High–it’s why the character Truffle has a kink in her tail. 

As attractive as the morph is, I haven’t bred for it since and won’t be breeding for it ever again. If you’re set on a solid-colored snake, consider the SUMA! It’s just as dark and beautiful as the Super Cinnamon without the associated problems.

- chapter one: part one -

“There’s a million reasons why this shouldn’t work…but there’s one reason why it should…”


7 Weeks

Two pink lines. What the fuck. No, this couldn’t be happening.

I shook the stick a few good times, knowing the box says you’re really not supposed to but I thought that maybe if I did it hard enough, maybe...just maybe, it would fix the error. Because this was clearly an error. This was clearly a manufacturing error. It was the test, it had to be. The test was defective, the test was clearly defective. Because there was no way this could be right, there was absolutely no way that this test could actually be positive, there was no way I could actually be…pregnant…

Oh God.

The air cinched from my lungs as I plopped down on the toilet seat of my bathroom, the test barely dangling between my loose fingertips over my bent kneecap. Shit. I flicked my head back and forth, shutting my eyes as the heat began to travel from the warped pit of my stomach up to my cheeks, filling them with a sickening flush. Shit, shit, shit. How could this have happened? How could I have let this happen?

My shaken thoughts quickly juggled between ‘what the fuck am I gonna do’ and ‘holy shit….I gotta tell him’. Him. Him being a guy that would probably want nothing to do with this, a guy that had a whole entire world of speculation and scrutiny to deal with considering he was…famous. Him being a guy that I didn’t even really know, a guy that I hadn’t even spoken to since the night he…well, apparently impregnated me. The mere thought of having to speak to him, to tell him this news when we literally didn’t know a lick about each other, made the nerves start to creep up my spine.

I popped my eyes open and tentatively peered down at the little stick of death that was in my hand. Maybe I don’t have to tell him, I innocently thought with a tiny shrug, the idea being swiftly washed away by my own good conscience.

Letting out a loud groan, my upper body tumbled over as I let my head hang down between my parted knees, my arms dramatically slumping to the floor.  

I had to tell him. I had to tell Niall.


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Mine Not His (Mark Ft. Donghyuck)

anon:  Hii could you do a fluffy scenario with Mark? Like you’re best friend with Donghyuck and you hang out a lot with him so he thinks you like him and he gets jealous? Sorry it’s so specific but anyway thanks love!!

author: admin momo (it’s my first one!!)

genre: fluffy love

word count: 873 (i hope its not too much)

a/n: i hope you all like it! i really hope its not too long and that you all like my first imagine! 

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Why She Chose Anora
  • Mama: You know what made me pick?
  • Me: What?
  • Mama: It's political so you probably shouldn't talk about this on your blog thingie... but people voted for Trump saying even though he had no experience, we should give him a chance. Seeing as how THAT's working out so well... I went the opposite.
  • Me: ...
  • Mama: Seriously. That's the main reason I chose Anora.
  • Me: So... you're saying Anora is Hillary Clinton?
  • Mama: Basically. I can't possibly say (in good conscience) that Trump shouldn't have been given a chance but Alistair should. That's hypocritical. I couldn't NOT pick Anora based on that thinking!
  • Me: I'm cracking up so hard right now.
Impressing Alice Cooper (Part 2 - Bughead Fanfiction)

The afternoon was just setting in as the two teenagers strolled to Betty’s house for their mother-approved hang out. Betty had been in such a chipper mood the whole day, so much more so than usual, that even Archie in all his obliviousness had noticed during lunch.

He’d nudged Betty with an elbow as she was humming to herself and jotting down newspaper article notes in her moleskin, and asked, “You’re extra cheerful today, Betty? Something good happen?”


She’d had to shake herself out of her thoughts and smiled up at Archie as Jughead chuckled softly in the background. “Oh, am I? It’s nothing huge, Jughead and I just had a nice morning together.” To Betty, her phrasing was perfectly innocent and vague enough to not elude to their team-sleuthing. However, to everyone else, her words took a completely different meaning.

Archie was half choking on his juice, while Veronica and Kevin were looking at each other with raised eyebrows and amazed expressions. Betty, who had quickly gone back to jotting down ideas for articles didn’t notice the near-explosion of questions that was about to be unleashed upon her, but luckily enough, Jughead wasn’t as preoccupied.

“Easy, guys. No hidden innuendos here. Keep eating your lunches.” Jughead said as calmly as possible, raising an eyebrow at the twin looks of disappointment on Veronica and Kevin’s faces.


At his voice, Betty looked up from her notebook. “What was that?” Archie was wiping juice off his chin while Kevin and Veronica very pointedly avoided eye contact with her. Jughead just raised an amused eyebrow and shrugged casually.  

The rest of the gang had an extra close watch on Jughead and Betty for the rest of the day, something that Jughead found increasingly annoying as the day wore on. This was compounded by the fact that he and Betty spent a lot of their time together being very close; whether it was being huddled in front of a single computer, walking almost shoulder to shoulder on the way to class or sitting close enough together at desks in class that their thighs touched. This had become normal to Jughead, comforting over the last few weeks of reconnecting with Betty. To the rest of the gang, this was a sign from above that something was happening between the two. Jughead had to hear insufferable whisperings from Veronica and Kevin, and feel ridiculous glares from Archie for the remainder of school, and by the time he and Betty were able to escape the confines of the school to walk home, he almost ran out the gate.

Betty was being drugged behind a rushing Jughead, as soon as the bell had rung. “Juggie. Juggie! Where’s the fire?” She was half-laughing as she jogged behind him, until he had enough sense to calm down and slow to a more normal pace.

He released her wrist and rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously, and kicked his boot over the pavement as he walked. “Sorry, Bets. The guys have just been getting to me all day.”

She shot him a confused look, straightening her backpack on her slim shoulders. “About?”

Jughead looked her in the eyes for a moment, and saw nothing there but pure curiosity. “You have no idea?”

Frowning at missing what was apparently important information, Betty shook her head firmly. “I really don’t. What’s going on Jug?”

Jughead sighed, almost glad for her ignorance, because the last way he wanted Betty to find out that he was almost certainly in love with her, was through their mutual friends gossiping about it to her. However, it was only a matter of time before Veronica spilled the beans, and Jughead needed to beat her to that punch. “I’ll tell you when we’re at your house with food and homework stretched in front of us, Bets. Promise.”

She smiled at him good-naturedly before a look of mischief crossed her face. “You know what my mother detests, Juggie?” There were a million answers to this question, so he simply shrugged and let her continue. “Food and boys, with the exception of Kevin because I suppose she’s determined that he’s safe, in my room.”

He looked at her quizzically, not entirely sure where she was going with this train of thought but getting unintentionally nervous anyway.

“She’s not gonna be home ‘til late, and my Dad’s away. I say we set up camp in my room and make all kinds of food. I feel like being at least a little rebellious today.” She smiled so genuinely that Jughead couldn’t in good conscience say no.

Instead he smiled back and said, “To hell with overload Cooper, let’s do this hang out properly.”

That’s how, an hour after getting home Jughead and Betty were set up on her bed with a veritable mountain of food between them. Popcorn, sandwiches, brownies and all kinds of chips were piled on a platter. Jughead was currently quizzing Betty on past presidents while throwing popcorn for her to catch in her mouth in between questions. If she caught the popcorn, the quiz questions got easier, if she missed, they got harder. And despite having missed 10 pieces in a row, Betty was still answering every question correctly.

Jughead gently threw the eleventh piece of popcorn towards Betty, which she missed again. “How am I so bad at this, Juggie?” She whined, resting her elbows on her crossed legs and looking dejected. Her pout was so sweet that Jughead felt an immediate impulse to kiss her, one that was so strong he had to dig his fingers into the material of his jeans to stop himself from moving.

Trying his best to be nonchalant and easy-going, Jughead cleared his throat. “It’s just practise, Bets. I’ve got many years and hundreds of pieces of popcorn up on you.” To illustrate, Jughead threw a piece in the air and caught it in his mouth effortlessly. Betty attempted to do the same trick a few more times before she finally slumped against her headboard, defeated and slightly salty.

“Okay, no more popcorn throwing.” Jughead smirked before nodding his consent. “What were you gonna tell me when we were walking home? You said you’d tell me once we were settled.”

All of the sudden Jugheads stomach was flipping and his heartbeat was drumming like a mockingbirds wings in his ribcage. He hadn’t expected her to remember; he hadn’t expected her to bring it up. He thought he had some more time to plan and figure his wording out. “Oh, that.

Betty laughed at his horror stricken expression, “Yes, that. C’mon Jug. What’s got your goat?”

He couldn’t think of a way to divert the blonde; not a single plan came to mind. So with a heavy heart, he decided to tell her the truth and let whatever happens, happen. “Veronica and Kevin have a new ship.”
Betty giggled, smiling at the familiarity of the duo’s antics. “Of course they do. Who is the lucky pair this time?”
Jughead rubbed the back of his neck roughly and took a breath. “Don’t laugh.”

It was Betty’s turn to look nervous, confusion making her eyebrows lower. “Oh, Jug. They’re shipping you with someone?” She scooted over next to him and rubbed her hand on his thigh gently, trying to comfort him. “No wonder you’ve been so on edge today.” The pained look in Jughead’s eyes made her continue. “Don’t worry, Juggie. I’ll sort it out. I’ll have a chat to Veronica and Kevin.” He, if it was possible, looked even more pained, and Betty wrapped her arms around him in a quick hug. “Oh, Jug, don’t look so worried. Talk to me.”

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his thumping heart and not focus on Betty’s soft fingers rubbing gently into his back. “They’re shipping you and I, Bets.”

Abruptly, Betty sat back and looked at Jughead directly. After a moment of silence she muttered an, “Oh.”

Awkward quiet filled the room, and Jughead waited for her to break it. He could see gears turning in her mind, but she wasn’t voicing anything, something that was very unlike Betty. After a few minutes of quiet, Jughead piped up. “Bets, Betty, you alright?”

She snapped out of her daze quickly, “Oh, yes, yeah, I’m fine. I’m sorry, Jug. This is all my fault. I’ll talk to them. They shouldn’t start rumours about you like that.” Betty looked so apologetic, so sincere that he had no choice but to come clean. You couldn’t look at those eyes and lie.

“That’s not why I was annoyed.”

For all the time that the two of them were on the same page, today Betty was completely on another wavelength. “I know that I’m no Cheryl, but that’s sort of mean, Juggie.”

He had no idea how she had jumped to that conclusion, the completely wrong conclusion, so quickly. “Oh, Bets, no. God, no. You could do so much better than me. I’m completely lucky that you even deign to hang out with me, and you’re so far above Cheryl that I can’t even see her when you’re in the room. Hell. You’re gorgeous, Bets.” He finished his rant, his eyes imploring her to believe him, while his hands knotted together with anxiety.

Betty’s face turned confused once more, her head cocking to the side adorably. “I-I don’t understand, then, Jug. If you don’t care about the rumours, and you’re not upset that it’s me and you the rumours are about, what is it?”

With a world-weary sigh Jughead took her jaw in his hands, cupping her face like she was the most delicate flower that had ever existed. “I was annoyed because I couldn’t stand it if you found out that I had feelings for you from Veronica or Kevin.”

Betty was searching his eyes, trying to find out if the remarkably kind words were the truth. Jughead surely had no reason to lie about this, there was nothing to gain by lying. “You… like me?”

She was so surprised, so utterly utterly surprised that Jughead had to chuckle, a smile breaking through his pent up nerves. “If I’m completely honest, I’ve completely adored you since we were about nine and you punched that kid in the nose for stealing my beanie.” He laughed at the memory of a delicate little girl standing up against a boy that was almost twice her size and lunging at him to get his beanie back. “You cleaned up my grazed elbow, dusted off my hat, and I think I fell in love with you there and then. It’s just taken me seven years to actually work up enough guts to tell you out loud.”

Her voice was a whisper. “Juggie…” His thumbs caressed her jawline, and her eyes fell closed, enjoying the sensations. After a moment she looked up at him again, “You’re not playing a joke, Jug? You really mean it?” His heart thudded in his chest as he looked upon her beautiful face, her eyes so hopeful and so scared. Had Archie really destroyed her self-confidence that much?

Jughead rested his forehead against hers, his nose rubbing hers lightly as he cupped her face. “I’m in love with you, Elizabeth Cooper.” From his vantage point he could see her mouth stretch upwards in a dazzling smile, and he took that as a very positive cue. “And if I don’t kiss you now, I think I’m going to implode.”

“We can’t have that, can we?” She whispered gently, as she tilted her face up to meet his waiting lips. It was perhaps the sweetest kiss Betty Cooper had ever had. Jughead cradled her face as if she was the most precious thing in the world, his lips the epitome of gentle as they moved against hers. She couldn’t control the sigh that escaped her lips, and she found herself reaching up to twist her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, curling her hands through it as if he were a lifeline. The quiet growl he let out made her heart race and her face redden, and she found that she liked that sound more than anything.

After what felt like a lifetime and a few seconds all at once, Jughead reluctantly pulled back fractionally, not letting go of her just yet. “If I knew that kissing you would be like that; I wouldn’t have wasted all these years.”

She chuckled warmly, curling her fingers around his ringlets. “Well, you’d better make up for lost time then, shouldn’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am.”