Both Tyr and Freyr appears to have been immensely important in Scandinavia because so many places are named after them. The only story we have left where Tyr plays a major part is how he lost his hand to the Fenrir wolf, and the only story that has Freyr as a main character is how he fell in love with the jotun woman Gerd.
It is however implied in the story Lokasenna that they are close friends. When Loki verbally attacks Freyr, Tyr jumps in basically saying “How can you hate on Freyr!? He is the most perfect and soft and gentle person who looks amazing and is a better man than any of us will ever be because he loves peace!!” Like damn Tyr, contain your boner.
Loki then says Tyr can only make humans fight, which seems to genuinely upset Tyr. It’s all kinds of sweet that a god of war would idolize the god of peace.
Then again, it does make some sense. Thor is god of brute battle in war, Odin is god of war tactics, Freya is goddess of war with compassion, and Tyr is god of lawful war. He’s the one to call upon if you want things to be fair and by the rules (That’s why he put his hand in Fenrir’s mouth. They made a contract, and when Fenrir realized it had been cheated it rightfully bit Tyr’s hand off) so of course he also loves peace.
“You’d think a bit of kissing would cheer her up,” said Ron, grinning. “Ron,” said Hermione in a dignified voice, dipping the point of her quill into her ink pot, “you are the most insensitive wart I have ever had the misfortune to meet.”
So when you say all's fair in love and prank wars except live spiders, I'm guessing someone has used live spriders against you before? Was Steve salty because he was losing?
between captain america, and black widow or spiderman, who the heck do you think is deploying live arachnids in a prank war??? it sure isnt steven ‘my superpower is breaking mirrors with my high-pitched screamin’ rogers, who can fight nazis but not the tiny clump of hair he thought was a spider in the shower
venus placements: where u go wrong in your love life (poem)
aries: you are bloodlust and explosive stardust, your need for raw emotion and high energy is more important to you than your need for genuine security and cozy duvet blanketed love that tucks you in every night.. you’re looking for fire when you only need heat
taurus: you are grandeur bogoise decadence in the form of a lavish meal at a five star restaurant, where you wear your finest jewels and gown, sit pretty and appear only mildly amused as your truest inner princess rightfully deserves to be pampered, it is typically you doing the pampering, quit kneeling to the feet of your lover and make them bow to you for a change
gemini: you are a hot miami summer’s night car chase, in the fastest sleekest brightest Lamborghini.. your lover is able to outsmart you only by a fifth of a millisecond, as they use the back alleyway to beat you at your own route, pulling up in tesla model you’ve yet to see – you are so enthralled by the chase you are blind to what is under the hood
cancer: you are disneyland fireworks, chocolate malt milkshakes in glass mason jars and pretty umbrella fixtures that peak out in an aesthetic that gives you hope for your future, you crave a love that nurtures and humbles you, you need so badly to feel wanted and find a love as authentic as the fairy tale you reread every night before bed, but you’ve never heard of grimm’s fairy tales and that’s a trouble in itself
leo: you want “you are the only person in this world i could ever imagine a life with, i want nothing but you, i need nothing but you” but you are willing to accept complete unadulterated adoration from anyone willing to drown you in it, even if your intuition usually screams that this line has been said before, it’s okay as long as you feel appreciated, but maybe you see appreciation in the form of danger and gifts, and there’s no love in that.
virgo: you are so in love with the idea of what you want and who you are that you don’t see what is actually happening in front of you, you play jester to your peers and yourself - more focused on the intellectual integrity of a person versus the morality and there is fault to that
libra: you give and you give and you give until there is nothing left for them to take from you and that is usually when you convince yourself that it is only fair you pour yourself into a cracked jar until all of your substance has leaked onto the counter, because there was something you saw in that person nobody else did, and you were promised they weren’t going to let you pour out but
scorpio: you are at war with your need to love so fiercely it could destroy you, and your need to guard yourself from the pain that your past lovers subjected you to and you carry all of them around like ghosts that won’t let you fully sleep at night, but this new person is better and more promising but every time they go to kiss you, you flinch because the only physical contact you’ve told yourself is possible is a fist
sagittarius: you are a train ride that lulls you into melancholy as the whirring and smoke engine relax you, taking you into unchartered territory, different shades of trees show through your window and you’re so fixed on the getting there, you never actually stop to exit the train, eventually try to get off and explore your new destination, versus anticipating your next.
capricorn: you need routine kisses on the cheek after breakfast, and mandatory phone call check ins in the afternoon, you need monetary insurance in the form of a ring that sits nice and pretty on your finger reminding you of how this is what you need and what you want – but you’re so skeptical if any of these things becomes irregular or unreliable you lose sight of what you love about a person if they can’t nullify the ocean of your insecurities, you must learn to trust in order to love.. you cannot let people into your bed, and mistake that for your heart.
aquarius: you need substance and raw agave sweet purity of a person’s soul, you are searching for an innocence you no longer can see in yourself, but you’re jaded and you wish on stars for people that will never love you instead of people that actually could
pisces: you need soft kisses and plush pillows and for someone to take you into the forest and host a picnic for two, where you can discuss your eclectic taste in indie records nobody else has discovered but the two of you, and you are so levelheaded and calm that you forget your anger is unforgiving and if they wrong you just once you cut their head off and leave them their on the checkered blanket in the woven straw basket, maybe try to be more patient
Long ago, when time was new and all of history was still a dream, the gods ruled the Earth. Zeus king among them. Zeus created beings over which the Gods would rule. Beings born in his image. Fair and good, strong and passionate. He called his creation Man and mankind was good. But Zeus’ son grew envious of mankind and sought to corrupt his father’s creation. This was Ares
– the God of War. Ares poisoned men’s hearts with jealousy and suspicion. He turned them against one another and war ravaged the Earth.
So the Gods created us, the Amazons, to influence men’s hearts with love and to restore peace to the Earth. And for a brief time, there was peace. But it did not last. Your mother, the Amazon Queen, led a revolt that freed us all from enslavement. When Zeus led the Gods to our defense, Ares killed them one by one, until only Zeus himself remained. Zeus used the last of his power to stop Ares
striking such a blow, the God of War was forced to retreat.
Louis is a riding instructor at a summer camp, and Harry is a fellow counselor who he’s been successfully managing his crush on for the last two summers. That is, until Harry shows up this year leveled up and lethal, and all Louis’s formerly perfected veneer of nonchalance melts like a Popsicle in the sun.
After completing his prestigious dance training overseas, Harry returns to England to begin teaching in one of London’s elite ballet schools. Only, certain dancers aren’t too happy to have him suddenly on board. Or his well-fitted lycra uniform. Throw in some unusual dynamics, tense elevation demonstrations and an unlikely dance partnership, and you’ve got yourself a pretty interesting edition of Matthew Bourne’s ‘Swan Lake’.
Or the one where Harry is the new ballet teacher, despite him being younger than everyone in his class, and Louis is less than impressed by his inescapable talent. They sort themselves out eventually.
**I am in love with this fic. Listen, even if you don’t love ballet, you will love this.
“Of course, the ONE time a ridiculously attractive man shows up at Louis’ home, butt naked, he turns out to be an arrogant love god. Not only that, but he’s an arrogant love god facing a multi-million pound lawsuit, possible banishment from Mount Olympus, and a shit ton of adjustment issues.”
Alternatively: Harry is Cupid, Louis and Liam own a law firm, and they’re all getting sued.
**HARRY CRIES GLITTER!! NEED I SAY MORE?!?! But in all seriousness, this fic is gold. Go read it!!
Harry knows, objectively, that he shouldn’t try to get his ghostwriter into bed. He knows. But…he finds it hard to resist temptation when Louis waltzes into his home and his life and turns everything upside down. And, as it turns out, Louis might just need a little turning upside down too.
**This fic was a treat to read. Harry is a troubled soul and Louis helps him figure himself out.
You Won’t Believe Who Was Spotted Leaving Harry Styles’ Primrose Hill Pad!
If Harry was being completely honest, it probably wasn’t the best idea to be a world-renowned popstar and an infamous vigilante.
(Especially when all the comic books said never reveal your secret identity to keep your loved ones safe – which was all well and good, until Louis.)
Or: Harry wants a lot of things – fame, glory, Louis – but that last one is particularly hard to get when everyone thinks you’re dating your secret superhero alter-ego and suddenly you’ve become your own worst cockblock.
**This is fucking hilarious!! A very funny twist to your vigilante fics!!
Louis is the father to the most brilliant little boy in the world who is all Louis really needs, or at least that’s what he tells himself. Harry is a gorgeous boybander fresh off a two year break and a massive scandal that’s left him a little broken and more than ready to move on.
They fall in love.
**I have been following this one since it had been a WIP. It is a good read.
For as long as anyone can remember, Old Hillsbridge Manor has always been believed to be haunted. Everyone in the village agrees and keeps a respectful, fearful, distance. New in town after a bad breakup and an internship that led to disappointment rather than a permanent job, Harry Styles figures taking pictures of the decrepit building could be a great new creative project. Or at least a much-needed distraction while he searches for a job and crashes at his parents’ new house. No one warned him about the apparitions though; about the music, the laughter, the people who flicker and vanish when you call after them, the echoes of a past that should be long gone… Harry has never believed in spirits but even he can admit that there’s something weird going on. What starts as mere curiosity evolves into a full-blown investigation and soon enough, Harry finds himself making friends with an aristocrat from the 1920s and struggling with finding the best way to tell him that he’s dead.
The Ghost Hunter AU where Niall lives to prove ghosts are real, Zayn is a skeptical librarian and Harry gets caught up in a century-old mystery and catches feeling in the process.
**This fic has probably been recced everywhere in every list as it should be. It is one of the most unique fics I have read. Also, the feels are real. Get ready to cry.
The Nanny AU in which Louis is the sassy gay Nanny-by-accident taking care of the kids of movie director Harry Styles. Also there’s Liam as the butler, Niall as Louis’ best friend, Zayn as the model/actor and Nick as Harry’s partner from work that maybe wants a bit more from Harry than cooperation.
**This is hilarious, Also, Nick is a dick. So, you know, a warning…
Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.
Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.
**This one was so good, guys. You will fall in love with Darcy, the parrot. And it got me looking into parrots and stuff. They are awesome!! But read this fic first!!! I am also quite curious about the writer. I really liked their writing style and would love to read more of their works!!
Harry has dreamed of a world outside the tiny village of Holmes Chapel for as long as he can remember… a world full of magic and adventure and true love. It was nothing but a childhood dream, however, until an old family friend comes bearing word of a plot against Harry’s life and a very dangerous truth: Harry is the rightful heir to the crown and must embark on a perilous quest to reclaim his throne from the ruthless would-be King Simon. But in the end Harry will find himself fighting for more than a crown, and on the verge of losing something much more precious than his sovereign power. Because magic might be real, but life is not a fairy tale, and Harry is a prince up against a very big dragon.
Or: a medieval fantasy AU in which Harry is a prince in disguise and Louis is the king of the faeries.
Harry has been alive for decades, and yet he’s never been as confused and dumbfounded. He’s a witch, for God’s sake. Can’t get much weirder than all the magical things he’s experienced throughout his lifetime. Never in a million years, however, would he have expected to be mere inches away from a hybrid.
Or: Harry is a witch who’s still working on developing his powers and Louis is a werecat who falls into his life and turns it upside down.
**I LOVED THIS FIC!!! I LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS FIC!! i WOULD GIVE MY LIFE FOR THIS FIC!! I mean, KittenHybrid!Louis, Witch!Harry, Matchmaker!Steve!!! What else do you need?!?! Go read this, right now!!
This week’s issue of Vanity Fair is one of the first times the press was actually allowed to go in depth into The Last Jedi. The hype train has officially started rolling, so let’s see what David Kamp and Annie Leibovitz have to say about Episode VIII, and how this measures up to what we know so far!
The ‘beehive huts’ on Dingle Peninsula are meant to be a “little Jedi village.” “Luke…has been living in this village among an indigenous race of caretaker creatures.” Of course, we know that these creatures are the birdlike beasts that I thought were Convorees. However, it turns out they’re actually called Porgs, and they’re a new creature in the Star Wars universe.
Poe and Paige
”Poe Dameron…[is] back in action, coaching a gunner named Paige, a new character played by a Vietnamese actress named Veronica Ngo.” Paige is, presumably, Paige Tico, since the article says she’s the sister of Kelly Marie Tran’s character Rose Tico.
(Also look at how mischievous Kelly Marie Tran looks in this photo. She’s ready to go Star Wars-in’ around the MF galaxy.)
First Order ship
As you can see, Phasma’s spear rumor came true. And it really does look killer.
There is a scene somewhere in the film where Hux, “played with spittle-flecked relish by Domhnall Gleeson” (I guess he spits a lot), looks out the window of a First Order starcraft.
Benicio Del Toro’s character is called DJ, but not in the film. Actually, he’s not called anything in the film. I wonder how that plays out. Rian Johnson said “you’ll see–there’s a reason why we call him DJ.” He is “a ‘shady character’ of unclear allegiances.”
Rose has a sister named Paige, who is a gunner in the Resistance. But she must leave Paige behind to go behind enemy lines on a mission with Finn. It looks like the rumors may be true, and Rose and Finn could sneak into the ‘Mega Destroyer’ yet.
Vice Admiral Amilyn Holdo
Look! At! That! Costume! Holdo was the one character that I had a lot of trouble visualizing in my head. I was so confused when I heard ‘pink hair’ in relation to her character but it looks awesome. Plus we have a full name and title for Laura Dern’s character: Vice Admiral Amilyn Holdo. It seems she is not at the top of the ranks, but if the rest of the rumors about her character are true, she will become the interim leader of the Resistance during the film. But that won’t be a good thing.
Rose and Finn also journey to Canto Bight. Here’s what Rian Johnson had to say: “A Star Wars Monte Carlo-type environment, a little James Bond-ish, a little To Catch a Thief. It was an interesting challenge, portraying luxury and wealth in this universe.” So much of Star Wars has been junkyards and deserts, so Johnson wanted to go the opposite direction. “I was thinking, O.K., let’s go ultra-glamour. Let’s create a playground, basically, for rich assholes.”
This wonderful mom ^^^ slapped the shit out of Oscar Isaac. “We did this scene where Carrie has to slap me. I think we did 27 takes in all, and Carrie leaned into it every time, man. She loved hitting me. Rian found such a wonderful way of working with her, and I think she really relished it.”
Some quotes from writer/director Rian Johnson on working on The Last Jedi.
To start working on VIII, Johnson wrote a list of the main characters’ names, then brainstormed ways in which each of their characters would be tested the most. “J.J. and Larry and Michael set everybody up in a really evocative way in VII and started them on a trajectory. I guess I saw it as the job of this middle chapter to challenge all of those characters—let’s see what happens if we knock the stool out from under them.”
Rian Johnson ”didn’t want this to be a dirge, a heavy-osity movie. So one thing I’ve tried really hard to do is keep the humor in there, to maintain the feeling, amid all the heavy operatic moments, that you’re on a fun ride.”
Johnson, “in preparation for Episode VIII, steeped himself in World War II movies like Henry King’s Twelve O’Clock High and ‘funky 60s samurai stuff’ like Kihachi Okamoto’s Kill! and Hideo Gosha’s Three Outlaw Samurai.”
But, as filmmaking is a collaborative effort, it wasn’t all Rian. He worked with Lucasfilm’s 11 person story group. Kiri Hart, a development executive, explains, “The whole team reads each draft of the screenplay as it evolves, and we try, as much as we can, to smooth out anything that isn’t connecting.”
Rian Johnson never felt suffocated by this group’s presence. In fact, he was surprised by how much leeway he was given. He even moved up to San Francisco for six weeks as he wrote so he could collaborate with them more. He met with the group twice a week during this time. But he also had another writing partner: the incomparable Carrie Fisher.
“After I had a draft, I would sit down with her [Fisher] when I was working on re-writing. Sitting with her on her bed, in her insane bedroom with all this crazy modern art around us, TCM on the TV, a constant stream of Coca-Cola, and Gary the dog slobbering at her feet.”
I absolutely loved Johnson’s past films like Looper and Brick, and I’m 100% on board with the approach that he’s taking with the next Star Wars film. Honestly, from a sheer filmmaking standpoint, Episode VIII is the Star Wars movie I’m most excited about (sorry Christopher Miller, Phil Lord, and Colin Trevorrow). If you haven’t yet, give the Vanity Fair article a peek to really get hyped for more Star Wars!
I suck at describing why I like a lot of these. Basically
they are all well written, diverse and exciting fics. They made me feel all of
my feelings, some are damn hot and will make you need Jesus, some will make you
yell at your screen and others will make you sad and in need of a cuddlebuddy.
9/10 times if I’m being too slow with updates it’s because
I’m busy reading or re-reading all of these.
@soobadnoonecanstopher - Honestly, read any of Lori’s work
because it’s all great. These 3 fics got me so hooked on her writing and I’m
@xiumin-on-this-shit - My guilty pleasure fics! There are so many chapters to keep you happy
and reading and I just fell into these and loved everything. Highkey want to
live in All My Idols. Like now.
Rian Johnson said there will be no romance that is central to the storyline in The Last Jedi – that doesn’t mean there won’t be one at all, and in fact we know a central romance was the plan from the get-go*. Johnson went on to specify the absence of a Han and Leia dynamic, and how there would be no relationship like that.
Reylo is fine.
The Vanity Fair writer name dropped two very popular ships, St//rmpilot, and of course Reylo, when quoting Johnson above. Most people are reading this to mean that these ships specifically won’t happen, when NO WHERE is that said. Period. Reading comprehension is fun!
[Note: St//rmpilot WAS actually debunked by John Boyega and Kathleen Kennedy/Lucasfilm, but Reylo has NEVER been discounted… quite the opposite].
Reylo is fine. 👍
JJ Abrams has said a central romance* was “no doubt” in the works since the beginning, and it has existed before Finn was created. Unlike Jedi Killer [Kylo Ren] and Kira [Rey] who both have been CENTRAL figures since conception.
[Note: F//nnrey was debunked before conception and again a few years later by John Boyega].
Reylo is fine.
The Databank and canon sources [novelizations and commentary] provide irrefutable statements that Rey and Kylo Ren share a mysterious connection, that their destinies are intertwined, that Kylo feels compassion for Rey, that she senses his vulnerabilities, and the hints at redemption keep coming … all of these facets exist to make their relationship THE MOST OPEN TO POSSIBILITIES, and nothing that was revealed in the VF article hinders their potential. They will continue to have “a very interesting relationship moving forward.”
The bar is
crowded and Stiles asks himself, not for the first time, why is he
still there. The drinks are fine and the music too, but he’s not in
the mood for this kind of place. He’s been looking for a relationship
not to just get laid, except that to Lydia
that doesn’t mean anything.
well, he drinks the rest of his beer and sighs. This is better than
watching CSI reruns, at least.
look so lonely.” This guys says, leaning against the bar next to
him. Stiles looks up and rolls his eyes. Nice kicks, kid.
you look underage.” Stiles says. “Go home before I call the cops.”
guy all but runs to the exit and Stiles muffles a laugh, asks for
another beer. Sneaking into bars are so much fun when you’re
eighteen and everything is new.
takes his phone out of his pocket to check the hour and realizes Lydia has
texted him three times. ’Don’t
be mad’, the
first text says, followed by ’but
I talked to a friend about you and he’s there’.
Stiles rolls his eyes, he just can’t win with her. ‘BE
the last text says.
nice.” Stiles mutters to himself and starts thinking about ordering
something stronger than a beer. The last time Lydia tried to set him
up, he spent three hours with a lawyer that couldn’t stop bragging
about himself and when Stiles dumped him at the end of the night, the
guy answered with 'Oh thank God, I didn’t wanna come but Lydia
didn’t talk for a month after that.
yeah. Thanks but no thanks, Lydia. He’d much rather stay at the bar
alone and pretending not to stare at the hot guy sitting on a table
with two equally hot friends. Black hair, blue eyes, leather jacket.
Hell, Stiles might be looking for a relationship, but he wouldn’t say
no to a one-night stand with a guy like that.
He’s only human.
he looks at the waitress. “Whiskey, please.” She smirks
understandingly and sets the glass in front of him. Plan B, then.
Let’s get drunk. He takes the glass and turns to sneak another glance
at the hot guy, shakes his head when he realizes the guy is not there
C. Let’s get really
don’t like this place, huh?” Someone says. Stiles turns around,
prepared to send the guy back to his place, and finds himself staring right
into hot guy’s eyes. Hot guy’s green
better. He swallows the whiskey and shrugs. “Am I that obvious?”
smiles. “You haven’t got up since you got here.”
blinks, feels his heart pounding. “You’ve been watching me?”
smile falters and he ducks his head, the tip of his ears going pink.
Oh my God,
Stiles thinks. How is he even real? “Well, yeah.” He answers and
swallows visibly. “You looked interesting.”
Once again, you guys amaze me with all the support for my latest Southside Serpent Jughead Au. Thankyou so much, your comments and reblogs mean the world to me. Thanks for being so amazing and liking my stories!
Betty pushed herself further into the side of the booth, inhaling the familiar scent of fake leather and French fries. Chucks arm was loose around her shoulders as he laughed obnoxiously at something one of the football players had said and stuffed a sandwhich into his mouth, every time the darkest skinned boy moved abruptly, Betty felt her heart stop. Running a finger over her sore thigh, she glanced down at the fingerprint shaped bruises beggining to form under the short cheerleading skirt she had on. This was a common occurrence for Chuck, if he felt that Betty was ordering too much or speaking too loudly he would squeeze her leg under the table, bruising her and instantly shutting her up. Feeling the onset of tears coming on, Betty squeezed her eyes shut and sunk further into the booth, further into herself.
The high pitched tinkling of the bells to the diner doors broke her out of her daze and her eyes widened at the sight, sure enough in walked the very boy who had been on her mind day in and day out.
Jughead Jones, snug in his Southside jacket while a cigarette dangled from his lips, was followed by almost all the boys Betty had seen that night at the bar, equally smug looks on their faces as they casually strolled into Pops. Jughead caught Her eyes and winked, his face darkening when he saw her teary eyes and the angry boy beside her.
Chuck and the football team all hopped up from the booth, rearing the corner and coming toe to toe with the Southside.
“What do you think you’re doing here, are you lost? This isn’t your side of town, you’ve got a lot of nerve showing up here especially after what you did to our trucks.” The quarterback growled in Jugheads face as he lazily stepped back
“Ah yes, the tire popping. A little juvenile I’ll admit but hey, alls fair in love and war.” Jughead allowed his eyes to stray to Betty for a bit too long as she made her way beside Chuck.
Chuck noticed the lingering looks between the pair and gripped Betty’s hand painfully tight, causing her to yelp slightly as he tugged her into his side.
Dean stepped forward followed by half the Serpents a low growl coming from the Southside, Jughead stood nose to nose with Chuck
“Let. her. go.” He hissed, his eyes looking absolutely lethal.
“She’s my girl, Southside trash.” Chuck smiled darkly, his hand moving to lewdly grip Betty’s ass as she squirmed underneath his arm, her eyes avoiding Jugheads.
That was the last straw, Jughead didn’t even realize he had launched himself at the bulky boy until his fists were covered in blood and the roaring of the brawl rang through his ears. He glanced up to see the Serpents versus Riverdale, dropping Chuck by the shirt he looked around frantically before finally finding what he was looking for.
Betty was being held by a dark haired girl in a similar uniform as Another Serpent, Adam, stood in front of them, shielding the pair from the onslaught of flying fists.
“Veronica, Betty!” A new voice called from the middle of the chaos, Out walked a red headed boy, his jersey ripped as he ran towards them and quickly ushered them outside. Jughead glanced up at his gang, a familiar voice shouted into his ear
“Go after her, we’ll be fine.” Keith mumbled, swinging his fist at a boy named Moose.
Jughead sprinted towards the door, he saw Betty talking intently with the red haired boy and the dark haired girl, he made his way over, sighing in relief as Betty dropped herself into his arms, he placed a hand on the back of her neck, tangling himself in her hair as he pushed her against his chest, she sobbed openly, the events of the day finally catching up to her.
“You’re okay.” She cried “I saw him go after you, I was so scared..” she trailed off as he shushed her and held her tight, his eyes closing at the familiar, comforting scent that invaded his nose.
“It’s okay.” He whispered against her forehead, pulling away to catch her eyes. She brought her fingers up to his cheek and brought them back to reveal a smudge of blood on her tiny fingers.
“You’re bleeding” her voice broke in unrestrained guilt
“This is not your fault.” He assured her “none of this is. This war that’s going on? It’s bigger than any of us, there’s nothing we can do but go along with it.” He dropped a kiss to her forehead as she nodded.
A very feminine cough brought them both out of their bubble, Jughead looking at the raven haired girl who was staring at them with confused eyes.
Betty blushed bright red and wiped her eyes.
“Verinca, Archie, this is Jughead, he’s a…friend” she smiled shyly.
Veronica raised a brow but smiled none the less
“Nice to meet you, Jughead…friend” the hesitance was in her eyes but she still extended her hand which he shook quickly.
Archie stepped forward his hand coming up to clap around Jughead shoulder
“Anyone who’s a friend of Betty’s is a friend of mine, now what do you say we get out of here, I think I hear police sirens” the red head scratched his neck nervously. “You coming?” He asked Betty who shook her head,
“I think I need to walk home. I need to clear my mind” she smiled gratefully at her neighbor and he nodded, throwing a wave to Jughead
“See you around pal”
Jughead walked beside Betty
“Is he always that friendly?” He asked confused
Betty smiled softly
“Always. There’s not a mean bone in his body.”
Jughead nodded silently, they hardly talked the entire walk home, the comfortable silence a welcome change. When they arrived at her front door, Betty turned to Jughead
“I’m done this time. I’m not going back with him, I can’t keep letting him treat me this way” there was a fire in her eyes and for the first time in Jugheads life he believed someone.
“You really think I would let you go back to him now? After that? Not that I’m trying to control your choices or anything, but you’ve officially left a stain on every Serpents heart. I’d be surprised if they didn’t follow you around everywhere from now on.” He teased lightly, Betty blushing and looking to her front door.
“I’ll see you tommorow right?” She asked hopefully.
Jughead leaned forward, dropping a slow kiss to her forehead
“You got it angel”
She closed her eyes for a second before quickly heading inside, her heart beating out of her chest.
Jughead made his way through the trailer park, stopping at everyone’s home to make sure all of his friends had made it out okay, the general consensus was that the Southside had won this battle but the fight was far from over.
Slamming the door to his own trailer, Jughead threw off his leather jacket and let the silly smile he had felt coming on all day, grace his face.
“Heard you started at a fight on the north side today?”
Jughead whipped around, sighing as he saw his father sat in the love seat, a beer bottle hanging loosely in his hand.
“Yeah..” he started as his father got up
“Good, it’s time we start fighting this war. I’m proud of you.” His father came over and ruffled Jugheads hair.
Jughead bit the inside of his cheek
“I’ll see you tomorrow at the snake bar, big news kid” he said before he walked out the door, slamming it so hard the walls shook.
“Thanks dad.” He whispered bitterly into the barren, lonely trailer