are you saying that you hate our country

You have blue hair. Someone else with blue hair commits a terrible atrocity. People are hurt and injured. You mourn with the people who have experienced a loss and you feel their pain and anger. Suddenly, people look at you differently. They assume that as you have blue hair you must be the same as the monster who hurt those people. People shout abuse at you, over and over again. Groups of people with blue hair all show their respect for the deceased, they help those in need, and are kind. However, the media continues to label you, people say you need to go back to where you came from, but you do not condone those who committed or support the attack. One is not all.

In light of the Manchester attack, I think it’s important we don’t fuel anything with hate. As a country we continue, we get up day after day and we carry on. Because that is what we do. We unite, against terrorism. Unity means all: Everyone. All religions, all nationalities, all ethnicity’s. They are part of our country and we unite with them too. It sounds stupid to compare something like religion with hair colour. But it isn’t. Yes, Islamic state is an extension of Islam. However, Islamic state is not Islam. It’s so important not to fight hate with hate. I can tell you over and over, but I don’t need to. You only need to see British Muslims uniting and providing support to see that. 

What happened on Tuesday 22nd May 2017 was a hate fuelled attack on innocent people, but the only way we can say fuck you to terrorism is to show that hate will not be tolerated.

I’ve seen so many posts about how latinxs that don’t know spanish are valid. And it’s true (even tho spanish is not the only language in latinoamerica) you don’t need to know spanish to be latinx! 

But, i want to make a post for the latinxs that are learning/had to learn english. Not because we really wanted, we HAD to. We don’t need to be in USA to be obligated to learn english, because we are used to hear “you are nothing if you don’t know english/you need to know english to be someone in life” in our own country. I know that it can be frustrating, even in your free time when you use tumblr, english is everywhere. Sometimes when i’m here, i have to talk to myself in spanish because my brain is tired of english. I know that i make mistakes all the time, i hate when i need to say something and i don’t know how, i don’t like being so insecure. I see you, i feel you, i’m proud of you. 

For the latines in USA that had to/are learning english, hold on. You are probably so tired, not only of english but also…people, the culture, the differences. Hold on, breath and remember your country…está en tu interior. In your memories, in your culture, in your language, in your accent. It’s hard, but don’t hate your accent, you need to love it. You’re taking english and mixing it with yourself, with your identity. That’s your accent, a beautiful thing that you created.

For the latines in USA that don’t know/are not confident in the ‘other language’, it’s okay. You don’t need to learn, but if you want to i know that every latine here that knows that language, would be so happy to teach you/talk to you to practice. We get it, we undestand how awkward it is, how insecure you can be but we already love you because you’re trying. 

Para todos aquellos latines que no están tan seguros de su inglés o directamente no saben, también quiero compartir este post. Tu validez como persona no pasa por el hecho de saber o no inglés, ni cuán perfecto es. Tu idioma, tu forma de hablar, las expresiones de tu país son hermosos, nunca lo olvides.

Para todos os latinos que não estão tão seguros com seu nível de inglês ou não entendem, também quero compartilhar esse post. Sua validez como pessoa não depende do fato de saber inglês ou não, nem quão perfeito é. Seu idioma, seu jeito de falar, as expressões do seus país são lindas, nunca se esqueça. (thank you @keith-koganes for the translation!)

pro tip for speakers at rallies:

stop saying “you and your children”. stop saying “our children”.

because you know who you’re explicitly not talking to when you do that? whose presence and right to be included in the conversation you’re ignoring? children.

include children in “you”.

include children in “us".

the young people of this country are not “the future” of this country. they’re not waiting at home for their parents to fight for their rights. they’re here with us, in this mess, now. they’re part of this country, not in the future, but now. they’re affected by policies, by ideologies, by the normalization of hate and violence, not in the future, but now.

and they’re acting now. they’re making signs. they’re marching. they’re staging walkouts. they’re working in their communities. they’re advocating. they’re volunteering. they’re organizing. they’re starting movements.

stop talking about them like absent third parties.

Sanctuary- Part 1

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary- You are a princess on the run from your cruel brother. Three men- Bruce (the court doctor), Tony (a weapons designer who worked for your father) and Clint (your most trusted guard) sneak you into enemy territory.  They bring you to the Winter Court where they ask King James for assistance in exchange for their skills and your hand in marriage. He agrees. Will this arrangement turn into love? Or will it always be political?

Message- Here’s the first part to a new fic I’m starting! Its a royalty AU. Sorry if it sucks!! 

Word count-1100 

WARNINGS- mentions of abuse, and torture.

“Y/N! Y/N! Can you hear me?” you groan in response. “She’s lost a lot of blood. She can’t take many more of these punishments from her brother, they keep getting worse. We need to get her out of the kingdom now.” Bruce says.

“Where will we go?” Clint asks as he dabs a wet rag on your forehead.

“I have a plan. I already packed some of her things, if we are going to leave we need to do it now while the King is distracted.” Tony says. You feel someone pick you up and then you feel as if you are flying. “Don’t worry Princess, we will keep you safe.” After you hear that you lose consciousness.

***

When you wake, your back is stinging from the lashes and your head is pounding. You were laying in a carriage. When you open your eyes you see Bruce and Tony.

“Where’s Clint?” You whisper.

“He’s playing coachman. How are you feeling, Princess?” Tony asks.

“Tony we are alone, call me Y/n. It hurts, but that’s nothing new. Where are we going? Asgard?”

“We are going to Winters Court. I am going to arrange a marriage between you and King James.” Tony says back. “We cannot go to any of our allies, they will simply return you to your brother.”

“We are not allies with Asgard, not since King Thor came into power.” You whisper. “King James is a cruel man, who hates our country and its people.”

“He cannot be any crueler than your brother. You need to marry, so your brother no longer has any power over you. King James is the only option.” Tony murmurs.

“If he is cruel we will protect you, Y/N.” Bruce adds. At that you nod. Tony does have a point, you needed to marry someone powerful so your brother would no longer have a claim to you.

“How long until we get there?” You ask.

“Two days. You have been asleep for a while.”

***

“It’s going to be okay, Y/N.” Tony says as the four of you walk into the throne room.  Tony was holding you up since you were still weak from the torture you had endured several days ago.

“Who are you, why do you seek an audience with King James.” A man standing off to the side says.

“My name is Anthony Stark, I have come to seek sanctuary for myself, Dr. Bruce Banner, Clint Barton and Princess Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

“Why should I give you sanctuary? What could you possibly offer me?” King James says.

“I am one of the best weapon designers there is, I also invent other things that could be useful to your country. Dr. Banner is an excellent physician and Clint is an amazing guard and soldier, he never misses with a bow and arrow.”

“And the Princess? What can she offer?” King James says as he looks you up and down.

“My hand.” You whisper.

“You would marry an enemy and a stranger? Why?”

“My brother is mad. He has been cruel and abusive for a long time. If these three men had not gotten me out when they did I would probably be dead now. Tony-I mean Anthony- said that if we went to an ally they would return me to him. He said that you were my best bet.” You say.

“Very well, we will marry. I am assuming you do not have a dowry, since you are on the run. That is fine, my country is prosperous and large enough.”

“Thank you, my lord.” You say as you curtsy.

“We will marry at the end of next month. I wish to get to know you before we are bound to one another, so we will spend time together every day, with a chaperone. Lady Natasha, bring our guests to the courters in the east wing please.” At that a red headed women nods and leads the four of you away. Once you are out of the room you turn to Tony.

“He doesn’t seem cruel.” At that Lady Natasha stops walking and turns to you.

“King James is an incredibly kind and compasionate man. You were prepared to tie yourself to a cruel stranger? Why?” She asks.

“We will show you when we get to the rooms.” Clint says. After you get to your room, you pull the pack of your dress down to show Lady Natasha the extent of the abuse you had endured at your brothers hand.

“I was willing to marry a cruel man because there is no way he could be crueler than my brother.” She has tears in her eyes as she excuses herself. But before she goes she asks if its only on your back.

“That the worst of it, I have many bruises scattered all over my body from different blows.” At that she runs out of the room.

“I should put more of the medicine on you back and then you need to rest, you still haven’t recovered fully.” Bruce says and you nod.

***

“King James! King James! Bucky!” Natasha calls as she enters his study.

“What’s wrong Natasha?” King James asks.

“The abuse she mentioned. It was to her, directly. Her back is covered with lash marks and she said she had bruises all over her body.” Natasha cried.

“So when she said she would be dead, she really meant it? She wasn’t being dramatic?” Steven asks.

“I don’t think so.” Natasha whispers.

“Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Natasha.” King James says. At that Natasha curtsies and leaves the room.

“So, what are you going to do?” Steven asks

“I’m going to marry her and then I’ll spend the rest of my life keeping her safe.” King James whispers.

“Do you think you will love each other?” Steven asks.

“I hope, you know I always wanted to marry for love.”

“I know, I always thought you were a romantic fool when you would speak of such things.” Steven says as he rolls his eyes.

“Didn’t stop you from saying the same things though, Punk.” The two men spent the rest of the day talking about what Bucky should do with you tomorrow. They decided on a stroll around the garden. “Make sure there are plenty of benches and tables to stop at, did you see how week Princess Y/N looked in the throne room?” Bucky says as he leaves the office to go to his bed chambers.

“I’ve got it covered. I’ll see you in the morning.” Steve says as he starts to walk in the opposite direction.

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Honestly Britain has gone to shit

-I once yelled cilit bang and got three people yell back ‘bang and the dirt is gone’
-The go compare adverts Still Exist
-You buy on you get one free. I saId yOU BUY oNE YOU GET ONE FREE
-fredos pal
-the dfs winter sales seem to.. always be… happening.. always
-Cheeky nandos is still something people say
-Oi oi lads
-Bus wankers
-Getting simultaneously offended when people say everyone in Britain likes tea and when you find a British person who doesn’t enjoy a good cuppa
-Apples and pears
-dum deedeedum deedeedededidydidydum
-autoglass repair auto glass replace
-hello all
-5p for a carrier bag like piss off with that shite
-hi iM BARRY SCOTT
-being upset that Barry Scott no longer shouts in the adverts
-*whispers* he fucked a pigs head… and we let him… run our country….
-Hating but being possessive over Jeremy Kyle
-Get the London look
-missing the pure gross comedy dick and Dom brought to your lives

Please just let us live

Their first kiss takes place at the bottom of the stairs, where their first laugh was. And, that’s where it starts, the ‘double-tap’, Sherlock calls it.

As John slowly separates their lips, he tugs Sherlock’s forehead down to his own and brings their temples gently together twice. Though Sherlock notices it happening, he has no urge at all to question it. Not when his mind is already spiraling after the first touch of John’s lips against his own. Foreheads be damned. 

But, Sherlock notices the double-tap again. This time at night, in their bed. John’s holding Sherlock from behind, arms secured around the detective’s waist. Sherlock is drifting off into the milky feeling of sleep, when he feels a small ‘bump-bump’ against the bare skin along his spine – followed by a small puff of warm air as John sighs contently.

What was it? Why does John do that?

Sherlock applies some rather embarrassing internet searches to the topic of forehead-bumping your partners…but comes up with nothing but juvenile sites for teens venturing off into the ‘Exciting World of Relationships’, as well as sites that gives tips on executing a successful headbutt that will knock out an attacker in one go.

Neither of those help. So, Sherlock assumes it’s just a John-thing. Which is fine, because that means it’s going to be easier to figure out. Sherlock just needs to focus on it better.

Two and a half weeks into the Bump Study, and Sherlock’s not really gotten anywhere.

What originally Sherlock thought was an action done after kissing, turns out to be an action done before falling asleep, after saying hello, before saying goodbye, after an argument, after tea, in the middle of watching a film, etc.

What does it mean??

One day, Sherlock gets fed up with not knowing. He hates not knowing.

“What is that?” Sherlock asks, and in confusion, John looks down at the only thing he has currently.

John waves a hand toward his plate. “Toast with peach jam…?”

“Damn the jam, John.” Sherlock rubs the heels of his palms against his eyes. “The head thing, what is it?”

“Your skull…?”

“Oh, John. I envy you.”

John rolls his eyes. “Yes, yes. I know.” He says. “Lucky John gets to be an idiot, while I, the Sherlock have to lug the weight of my big brain around.”

Sherlock peeks up from between his fingers. “You take that back.”

“You probably only have curls to hide the massiveness of your head that your brain causes.”

“I just. Want to know. Why you bump me with your forehead.” Sherlock can’t believe the conversation they’re having.

“Oh,” John’s frozen for a moment, then he’s shifting about. “It’s just…”

Sherlock is quite literally on the edge of his seat. “Yes??”

John is blushing. “I do it for a lot of reasons.”

Sherlock’s mouth falls open, then snaps shut. “Goodness, John. Your ability to specify leaves our country forever indebted.”

“Prick,” John dry-laughs. “Anyway, it’s words, Sherlock.”

“…Words?”

“Each tap is usually a word, and sometimes it’s a single word with two syllables.”

“Tell me. Which words?”

"Okay,” John says. “Warning though, this is very sappy.”

“So be it. Sap on.”

“The words are: ‘thank you’,” John gets out of his chair. “’Need you’, ‘want you’, ‘love you’, ‘hate you’…” He stops in front of Sherlock, leans down until he’s close enough to softly bring their foreheads together twice. “’Sher-Lock’.”

John breaks the name into its two separate sounds to show how it fits into the double-tap.

Sherlock doesn’t know why he feels so near tears.

                  Vikings; The Great Army sentence meme!

❛ That is my knife ❜
❛ You are crazy! ❜
❛ Father gave me this knife! ❜
❛ I will kill ___  with it. I will kill ___ with ___ knife ❜
❛ That’s enough! ❜
❛ Give it to me!  ❜
❛ We have important decisions to make ❜
❛ As usual you must tell us how to behave! ❜
❛ I wish ____  was here ❜
❛ Hopefully he will be home soon ❜
❛ I’m listening.  Say something .. interesting
❛ That is the message that he wanted me to bring to you ❜
❛ There he is .. the voice of reason. I hate reason ❜
❛ How do we overcome that when we have never attempted anything like that before? ❜
❛ We raise a great army. An army bigger than ever before ❜
❛ In the name of our dead father. In the name of ____  the greatest hero of our country. And in the name of ____ . We declare war on the whole world ❜
❛ When we return,  ___ and I, and our brothers. We will have to avenge our father’s death ❜
❛ You will not be welcomed for what you did to all of us, and I would have to kill you ❜
❛ Will you come with us? ❜
❛ I also have a reason to stay here ❜
❛ I know what your father would have wanted me to do ❜
❛ I do not trust him ❜
❛ You should look to improve your own security ❜
❛ If the Gods don’t protect me, then who can? ❜
❛ It’s good that we have met, ___, we need ambitious men ❜
❛ I still have a bone to pick with you ❜
❛ Why were you silent when I demanded justice from ___ ❜
❛ We have different memories of Mother ❜
❛ He/She had eyes only for you, and for ___. To me she/he was cold and distant ❜
❛ So you feel sorry for yourself? Poor, little ___ ❜
❛ I’m telling you the truth. I have a very good reason not to feel so angry with ___ ❜
❛ What kind of a son are you? ❜
❛ What does it matter what your ___ did to you? He/She was still your ___ ❜
❛ Are you just really sad she can’t breastfeed you anymore? ❜
❛ Whoever would have thought that you two are brothers? ❜
❛ I promise you, we are already well prepared for any incursions into our kingdom ❜
❛ I am not sure you realize the scale of their possible retribution ❜
❛ We are fully prepared ❜
❛ I have no wish or need to be allied to such a degenerate monarch ❜
❛ As for you, ___ , you may enjoy the aridities of heaven without my discomforting presence, and that of every woman whose only crime was a desire to be free ❜
❛ I know what I have to do ❜
❛ Us?  You are no longer a part of us, ___. ❜
❛ What is ‘us’ ___  is changing. Only you won’t accept it ❜
❛ Too much bad blood, ___ ❜
❛ Once a betrayer, always a betrayer ❜
❛ You came back to us. Thank God. Truly, thank God ❜
❛ You will have to be free in order to marry one of us ❜
❛ I can see that you are bored already ❜
❛ One day, you may be King. I hope so with all my heart ❜
❛ You need to drink more wine ❜
❛ Now, you keep saying you understand. But you obviously don’t ❜
❛ Don’t ever let yourself be influenced by other people. Specially people like me. Always have your own thoughts and act on them ❜

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Frenemies  (part 4)

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Description: Archie begs the reader to join his and Jugheads road trip, and then ditches last minute.

Word Count: 3184

A/N: Sorry this is so long! I wanted to wrap it up so this could be the end of Frenemies (But I can also do a part 5 of when Jughead and the reader go back home idk). 


The beach. You had been driving for two and a half days with Jughead to arrive at the beach. After the first night, you two didn’t know where you were supposed to be going or what you were supposed to be doing. Archie had only told you a little bit of information, wanting the three of you to take it day by day.

With that being said, you had secretly hoped for something with a little bit more…pizzazz. Maybe a big city, or a cheezie tourist attraction. But here you two were, on a beach, in a quiet little town with the population just hitting one thousand.

Now, you can’t deny that the past few days with Jughead had been absolutely amazing. After the initial struggle of having the two of you around each other, you both realized that the other wasn’t so bad after all.

You had ended up holding hands almost the whole drive to the beach.

In this quaint little town, the two of you had pulled into the parking lot of a tiny motel. The vacancy light was on, glowing red. You walk in, and request the double room (although, both you and Jughead had a strong feeling that one bed would go unused tonight).

When you walk in and see the window, with the view of the ocean below, you smiled softly.

“Want to go for a walk?” Jughead asks. You nod.

And there you were, the both of you walking down the small, narrow path to the unoccupied beach below. Taking your shoes off, you let your toes sink into the sand, feeling relaxed. The wind picked up, and your sundress blew around at the force of it.

He grabs your hand, a gesture that feels almost normal now, and you both begin to make your way down to the waters edge. You let the water hit your toes, loving the coolness. The both of you trek down the beach, taking a seat on a cluster of large rocks. The waves crash against the rocks, misting the both of you.

“You know,” you start out “This place is extremely beautiful. I wonder how no one knew about it before.”

It was silent for a second, and you look over at Jughead. There was a sort of sadness in his eyes. Before you have time to ask what was wrong, he explains.

“I actually did know about it,” he says, looking out at the horizon. “This would be the prime vacation spot for my family when Jellybean and I were little,” at this, you grab his hand. “We stopped coming a few years before my mom left. We actually stayed in that motel, we’d come down to this beach.”

“What else would you do?” you ask, slightly happy that he was able to confide in you.

He smiles at this, giving you a grateful look. “This is where I’d learn to love writing. I was only ten at the time but a ten-year-old has an active imagination. We’d also stop in at a little restaurant up the road, once on the way into town and once on the way out,” at this, his smile falters “I don’t even know if it’s still around, it’s been 4 years since we’ve been here. But my parents, they’d always get a slice of peach pie. They’d say it’s the best in the country. Jellybean and I would share an ice cream sundae. She hated the cherries so I’d always eat them all.”

There’s a silence between the two of you, and you assume he’s done.  You take a glance over at him, noticing his eyes becoming glassy with tears. He furiously blinks them away.

“There’s also a really cool camera shop here, we found it during our last year. I’d spent almost the whole vacation in that shop, getting the best tips from the guy that worked there. And the sweets shop, that was Jellybeans favorite. She loved their handmade gummy bears. Always would get some for the road.” He says. You nod, waiting for him to continue. When he doesn’t, you speak up.

“We could go to those places, if you want. Grab some dinner and then go look around in the shops and stuff. We could recreate it, kind of. I know it would be so much better with your family here but – “

“I am really thankful that you’re here, actually. I wouldn’t feel comfortable with anyone else. Even Archie.” He interrupts, and you blush. “Sorry for laying this on you, and sorry for not telling you what I had planned. I just felt like you wouldn’t have wanted to come. It was selfish.”

You laugh a little, “Jughead, I don’t think it’s selfish at all. I am really happy that we did this. There’s no better way I would’ve wanted to spend my road trip.” You say.

He wraps his arm around you, pulling you in for a little side hug. The both of you sit like that for a second, before he pulls away.

“So, wanna go get dinner?”


“This place is so cute,” you gush, walking into the little restaurant. You both stand at the podium, waiting to be seated.

“Well, bless my heart, its Jughead Jones in the flesh!” you hear being called across the room, and you both turn to see a short, chubby woman fast walking toward you. She had jet black hair that was pulled back in a bun, and a kind face that was void of any makeup. You look up at Jughead, to see him smiling. It was the widest you’ve ever seen on him, and it made you insanely happy.

“Pam!” he says, holding his arms out and pulling her in for a hug.

“It’s been too long! How have you been?” she asks, and then her eyes move from his and find their way to you. You blush softly. “Is this your girlfriend?” Pam asks quietly, but you could still hear her.

Jughead doesn’t answer for a few seconds. “No, we’re just friends.” He says, and quickly changes the subject. “But I’m good, how are you?”

They get into a conversation, but you can’t help but overthink things. Just friends? You thought. Maybe you were misreading signs and signals. You thought that Jughead had thought of you more than just a friend. You shouldn’t even be complaining. Three days ago you hated one another. At least it’s not hate.

“(Y/N), Jughead, lets find you a table yeah?” you hear your name being called, and snapped out of your thoughts. You nod.

Pam starts walking away, towards the corner booth. Jughead gestures for you to walk ahead of him, and when you look up at him you see him smiling at you, eyes filled with pure happiness.

Once you two sit down, Pam hands you the menus and grabs your drinks. You quietly look over the menu, scanning the items. It seems like these are the type of dinners your grandma would make, nice and warm and made with love. You decide on the pot roast and potatoes, and set the menu down. When you look up at Jughead, he’s already staring at you.

“Thank you for this.” He says quietly, a hint of a smile on his face.

“Why are you thanking me?” you ask, and he shrugs, grabbing your hand and playing with your fingers. He wouldn’t meet your eyes.

“Just for coming with me, for being so understanding. For just being there. Not many people are there for me. And today just…shows that you care.”

“I’ll always care, Jug. I mean, we may have hated each other less than a week ago,” you joke “But I’m not that heartless. I care.”

“Why didn’t we like one another, anyways?” he asks, and you gasp.

“You can’t tell me you don’t remember. You got upset at me for finding your name slightly amusing and decided to throw mud on me!” you say, jokingly.

“I threw mud on you? That seems like a stupid reason to hate me.”

“Jughead it was my absolute favorite shirt at the time! And you stained it! And embarrassed me in front of Archie!” you say in defense, and he laughs.

“And look, Archie is still your friend.” He says, and his eyes soften. “Me too?” he asks quietly.

Before you even have time to answer, Pam comes back over to take your order. You tell her what you want, and she rushes off in the back to put the order in.

You were about to answer Jughead’s question (one that you didn’t know how to answer, because your head and heart were battling against the other over your feelings), but your phone started ringing. When you looked at it, you groaned.

“It’s Archie.” You say, about to hit the red ‘decline’ button. Jughead stops you though.

“Answer it, (Y/N). You should just emphasize how great of a time we’re having without him.” He snickers, and you roll your eyes.

“You’re such a child,” you say, but hit the accept button anyways “Hello?” you say, and you can almost hear the red headed boy smiling into the phone.

“(Y/N)!” he yells, and you had to pull your phone away from your ear. “How are you? I’m so sorry about this whole situation, what did you two end up doing?”

“You’re an ass,” you say, but continue “We’re good, actually. We honestly are just hanging out. Grabbing some dinner.”

“Wait, you two didn’t kill each other yet?”

You sigh. “No, Archie. We didn’t kill each other.” Before you can hear Archie’s response, Jughead pulls the phone away from your ear.

“Yeah, we’re actually like, best friends now. Sorry man, you’ve been replaced.” He says into the phone, but after a few seconds his face turns beet red. “N-no.” he stutters, “Here’s (Y/N).”

You take the phone from him, sending him a confused look. “Hey Arch, gotta go. Our foods coming. Bye!” you make an excuse, hanging up the phone. “What did he say to you?” you snicker, motioning towards his face which was getting lighter.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He says, and you stick your tongue out at him.

By now, your food has arrived, and you both dig in, savoring every bite. There was almost no interaction between the both of you, the food too good to wait. Once you were both finished, Pam comes over, clearing the plates.

“So, any dessert for the two of you?” she asks, and you were shocked when Jughead said no.

“Actually,” you interrupt “Can we get an ice cream sundae? With two spoons?”

Pam nods and scurries away, and you look over at Jughead. He’s giving you a look, one you’ve never seen before.

“What?” you asked shyly, and he shakes his head.

“You’re great.” He says, and it’s your turn to blush. You both sit in silence, then, him still playing with your fingers, both of you staring into each others eyes.

Pam comes back, setting two spoons down and then the sundae. She gives you both a knowing look, before leaving.

The first thing Jughead does is pull the three cherries off the sundae, popping them in his mouth one by one. You watch, a small smile on your face. When he turns to look at you, his eyes widen.

“Did you want some?” he asks after swallowing “I’m sorry that was so ignorant of me. I’m just used to doing that first.”

You giggle, making him blush. “No, no. It’s fine. I’m not the biggest fan of cherries anyways.”

You both dig into the sundae, keeping your silent composure. Once you were done, Pam comes back over, handing a separate receipt to both of you. Before anything, Jughead immediately grabs yours. You frown.

“Jug, I can pay for my own dinner.” You say, and he shrugs.

“Yeah, but just let me do something nice for you, for once.” He says, and you can’t protest that. You just nod, as he grabs his wallet and stands up, walking to the front counter.

Pam walks over to you when Jughead was away, sitting down in his empty seat.

“So, (Y/N),” she begins “How long have you known Jughead?”

“Since the summer after third grade,” you say shyly, wondering where she was going with this.

“Okay, and how long have you liked him?” she asks, and you almost choked on air at the accusation.

“Sorry, what?” you ask, and she laughs.

“I can see the way you two look at each other. And you were holding hands the whole time. You can’t tell me that you two don’t feel that way for one another.”

Your face blushes red, and you can’t even think of a reply before Jughead comes back.

“What’re you two talking about?” he asks, giving each of you a look. Pam smiles, standing up.

“Oh honey, wouldn’t you like to know.” She said, patting him on the shoulder. “It was so nice to see you, Jughead. Come back soon!” she says, giving him a tight squeeze, knowing that we were ready to leave. He nods.

“Will do, Pam.” He says, and she walks off to go serve other customers. “Ready, (Y/N)?” he asks you, and you nod. He holds his hand out to you, helping you stand, but not letting go after you’re on your feet.

You both walk out of the restaurant, still hand in hand.

“So, what was Pam saying to you? Your face is still red.” He snickers, walking back in the direction of the motel.

“Wait, don’t you want to see if that camera shop is still open? We can go!” you say, avoiding the subject. After a second, Jughead sighs and turns around, walking the other direction.

“That isn’t getting you out of answering my question, nice avoidance though.” He says. You roll your eyes.

“She just thought we were in a relationship, or liked each other, or something crazy like that.” You say, trying to play it off as nothing.

“But you blushed when she said that, which means you must have to feel that way about me!” he teases, and you scoff.

“Yeah, you wish.” You say. You could’ve sworn you heard a small ‘maybe’ muttered under his breath, but you couldn’t be certain.

You walk the rest of the way in silence, the sidewalk transforming to a small board walk. There were different shops there, with a Ferris Wheel and neon lights – just like the carnival. You smile, but when you look up at Jughead he’s frowning.

You can see his reflection in the abandoned storefront window, the outline of stick-on letters spelling “New and Used Cameras!” on the dirty glass.

“Oh, Jug. I’m sorry.” You say, and he sighs.

“It’s fine, (Y/N). I wasn’t banking on it being open anyways. Just a little sad seeing it all…empty.” He says, pulling you away from it. You don’t say anything else, knowing that Jughead wouldn’t want to talk about it.

You two walk down the boardwalk, Jughead pointing to different stores and reminiscing about his memories. You don’t say anything, letting him explain every detail for you.

Suddenly, he’s pulling you in a different direction. “We didn’t get to go on the Ferris Wheel at the carnival so…” he trails off, stopping at the end of the short line for the ride.

You both wait in line, and when you’re about to get on, he asks the guy that runs the ride if our car could be stopped at the top.

“It’s one of the prettiest views I’ve ever seen.” He explains, and helps you into the ride car. You were the last two on, and once the seat is checked you are lifted into the air. The ride goes around twice, before slowing down and stopping, you two sitting at top.

Jughead was right. This view is breathtaking. The sun is setting, splaying pinks, purples, and oranges all over. The water is a deep shade of blue.

“You’re right, this is gorgeous,” you say, and sit for a few seconds more. Before the ride starts to go again, you turn to him “If this is one of the prettiest, what’s the absolute prettiest view you’ve ever seen?” you ask, and he looks away shyly, before answering.

“You.” He says, and your eyes widen. You definitely weren’t expecting that answer, and as the ride makes its descent, you try to think of something to say.

 Nothing was coming to mind, though, and as you both step off the ride, you awkwardly begin walking back towards the motel.

Your heart is beating fast, still in shock from the bluntness of his words. It can’t be true can it? Does Jughead really think I’m the prettiest view? Could that even be humanly possible? What’s even going through his mind right now?

You walked yourself through the past few days, the bickering in the beginning, followed by the fully intentional cuddle session last night and earlier this morning. All the sweet words, hand holding, truthfulness. Everything coming to mind bringing butterflies to your stomach.

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn’t realize you were already back at the motel, the sun just finished setting behind the horizon. Jughead uses the keycard to unlock the door, and you both walk in. The door shuts behind you, and he turns around.

“I’m sorry.” He said. You must’ve looked very confused, because Jughead continued “I shouldn’t have said that. I was so wrapped up in the moment, and just thinking back to the past few days, I dunno. I just don’t want my stupid, impulsive words to ruin whatever we have… or had.”

Your mouth opens and closes, almost fish-like, as you try to find the words to say. The only thing you wanted to do to the boy was kiss him.

So you did.

It was a sweet kiss, just a little peck, three seconds at most. The second your lips touched his you felt a shock, and when you pulled away its almost like your breath was pulled away too.

You both stare at each other, not making any type of sound, shocked at your bravery. And then, suddenly, Jugheads hands were on your face. They pulled you closer, his lips teasingly hovering just above yours.

When this kiss happens, it’s full of passion. It’s harsher than before, but you welcome it. Your heart was about to beat right out of your chest and your stomach wouldn’t stop doing flips. It was so blissful, so peaceful. Your heart was on Cloud Nine and you never wanted to come down.

You both pull away at the same time, the need for air a more pressing matter. He rests his forehead against yours, breathing deeply. It’s almost like this was how things were meant to be. You two, here, now.

And the rest of the night went on like that. Laying in bed watching cheezy movies, cuddling closer to one another and the occasional kiss (or make-out session) here and there. And in that moment everything felt perfect.


A/N: OK SO I can finish it here or I could make part 5, where Jughead and the reader go home & its just nothing but fluff. Let me know!! 

FOREVER TAGLIST: @superhero-lover101 @murderyoursoul @serpentqveen @lotte142 @gemmielii @zombiewerewolfqueen @tegan-and-or-sara @fandomlover03 @cassilynn16 

On Gal Gadot and Anti-Semitism AKA stop doing the thing internet

The new fun internet game of everybody suddenly gives a shit about anti-semitism until an Israeli woman is in a major Hollywood movie has been super fun for me. Like y’all care SO MUCH about Chris Evans playing an Israeli dude or Marvel’s shenanigans with Captain America and Magneto but jeez have an actual Israeli in a big movie and watch the shitheads crawl out of the wood work

(To some people who I discussed the matter with politely ur fine, this is not aimed at you I’m just getting pissed off)

So did you know Israel faces actual terrorist attacks kind of on the regular? I wish I had taken pictures of when I was last in Israel and you can be walking down a lovely little street and turn the corner and see literal fucking rubble? Like newsflash the IDF also fights actual terrorism because oh hey there are literal fucking terrorists in that region who attack them (Have you heard of ISIS or Hamas? Where do you think they live? And guess what they want to do with Jews?) I’m not saying every military action they are doing is good shit but there is a legit reason for their existence and for Israelis to support them. And btw every Israeli has to serve 2 years with the IDF in some fashion it’s a law there. She made some comments supporting actions against Hamas because oh hey they are literally terrorists. 

Another Newsflash: Israelis do not need to be held responsible for every action taken by a problematic government and holding them accountable makes you a piece of shit. 

By that logic I guess we gotta hold Jackie Chan accountable for that shit with Taiwan or hold actors from Africa responsible for the that shit with Rwanda. And now all German actors are responsible for the fucking Holocaust while we’re at it. And now All Americans Are Responsible for Trump. If that sounds unreasonable to you than shut the fuck up about Gal Gadot. Also, unless you’re Jewish or Muslim I really don’t think you have a right to an opinion on this matter.

Oh and here’s what she actually said “I am sending my love and prayers to my fellow Israeli citizens. Especially to all the boys and girls who are risking their lives protecting my country against the horrific acts conducted by Hamas, who are hiding like cowards behind women and children…We shall overcome!!! Shabbat Shalom! #weareright #freegazafromhamas #stopterror #coexistance #loveidf”” I highlighted some of it just so you actually look at what she’s saying. If it offends you when Gal Gadot talks about overcoming a terrorist group I hope you get real mad everytime somebody says fuck ISIS

And btw if you want to hold soldiers accountable for the actions of their organizers hey have you heard about EVERY SHITTY THING AMERICA HAS DONE SINCE 2001? Or how about just recently when the US bombed the shit out of Syria? I hope next memorial day you get mad at everybody who says they love our troops because that is about what her sentiments amount to. If you are only hating Israel for shit that other countries have done and worse you’re a piece of shit and antisemitic to boot. Also Gal Gadot wasn’t a soldier she served as a combat trainer.

I will say again if you are Muslim, a lot of this doesn’t apply to you because you are the one group that gets to be mad pretty much no matter what. There is some deeply ingrained islamaphobia in religious Jewish communities the way there is a lot of antisemitism in Muslim communities and we gotta work on our shit but if you want to hate the IDF over Gaza or whatever, you’re entitled.

I’m not gonna say Israel is great all the time but how dare you criticize a woman for loving her country if you’re running around saying god bless America right now. That is her home and it might have a fucked up government but with our current rotted pumpkin president I really don’t feel we are in a place to judge her for loving her country or her troops. I believe in America we would call that ‘patriotism’ and if you have a problem with that than you can go to hell. In the age of Neo Nazis being A Thing again, JCC’s getting bomb threats, Jewish cemeteries being desecrated, and swastikas being painted on synagogues you bet your ass I’m going to support this Jewish Israeli woman in this big budget film. I’m going to see Wonder Woman 30 times, and I hope it makes a trillion dollars.
Shalom motherfuckers.

  • Liechtenstein: Iceland, it’s nice to see you today~
  • Iceland: L-L-Liechtenstein! U-um, it’s nice to see you too… um.
  • Liechtenstein: ah, it’s Mister Puffin~ He looks super cute today~ Oh, I nearly forgot to ask, but are you coming to the meeting?
  • Iceland: um… I don’t think so…
  • Liechtenstein: hmm?
  • Iceland: there’s really no point for me to go. I mean, if I’m hardly on the European map, then I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t notice me not being there anyways-
  • Liechtenstein: Iceland, don’t say that! You’re a wonderful country; fun and friendly! It’s a mystery why they wouldn’t notice your wonderful presence~ oh, I know, why don’t we sit next to each other this time? And if the others do their usual loud ranting, we can do our own little rant together- Iceland?? Why are you steaming red? Are you okay??
  • Iceland: u-u-u-u-u-u-
  • Mr Puffin: ya probably broke him.
John Laurens and Francis Kinloch

This post is a compilation of the information I have gathered about the Laurens-Kinloch relationship, their subsequent “breakup,” and their post-breakup interactions.  This was honestly one of my favorite posts to research and write.  It’s a long one, but I promise you that it’s worth your time (there are some quotes that rival that Hamilton-Laurens correspondence in terms of affection).  Some of the quotes I have in this post are from transcripts sent to me by Massey and are generally not publicly accessible.  If anyone wants me to post the whole transcripts of the letters, just let me know, and I’d be happy to oblige.

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You can’t fucking hate people for their government, hate the government, not the people. It pisses me off when you say russians deserve something like what happened today just because they are russians. We all are people of our world, why cannot we support each other? I just can’t understand this world anymore. We all eat, breathe, we read books, we listen to music, we love art - why is that not enough to understand that we all are human beings and deserve a life? Fuck terrorism, fuck wars.
I hope everyone got home safely, St Petersburg, I am so sorry that happened to you.

ddlovato: With everything that’s going on, it’s so easy to look the other way and say “I don’t want to watch the news, it’s too negative” or dismiss what’s going on in our country because it’s too scary to actually be true. But it is. Violence and hate is overwhelming our country today and it’s time that this generation changes that. Black, Muslim, gay, bisexual, trans, etc. you are perfect the way you are and you ARE LOVED. Do not listen to evil no matter how loud it gets. I am with you during this time and things will change. #stopthehate#prayforpeace #prayforcharlottesville ✌🏼

GO TO THE BASEMENT TUMBLR

I’ve spent a lot of time deciding whether or not I should write this post now, when I’m upset and salty, but with every negative comment about Russia and Russian people I was growing more assured that you, guys, really should read this and fucking THINK.
Here’s the thing: I LOVE Sherlock fandom. I love the Russian part of it, full of incredibly talented people who literally make ART and I love this big English-speaking part, too, you’re fantastic. We don’t ALWAYS get along, there’s a bunch of really bad toxic people talking shit. These guys are everywhere. But the big question is: are those the ones talking right now or is the whole fandom full of shit?
You know what happened: Russian Federal Channel leaked the new episode before the actual air date. Let’s not talk about all the “fake ep” thing with multiple endings theory and whatever and focus on the part where SOMEONE. FROM THE TV. FUCKED UP. We don’t know and probably we’ll NEVER know if it was an accident or this certain someone did it on purpose, but RUSSIAN DUB OF TFP HAS ENDED UP SOMEWHERE WHERE IT SHOULDN’T BE.
We, Russians, all reacted differently. Some people stopped whatever they were doing and went to watch the episode (and I’m SURE that most of you would have probably done the same thing), some were very upset and quit all the social media to avoid spoilers, some started spreading these spoilers EVERYWHERE (who can judge them? It is Sherlock after all).
That’s it. That’s the whole story. We didn’t have a referendum on deciding should we leak TFP ep or not. We didn’t ask the channel to do this. We are probably even more surprised than you are, AND lots of people are not even going to watch the leaked episode.
When I logged into my tumblr account I EXPECTED something like this. You, guys, are not really fond of Russians or Russia in general, I understand that. It’s funny and upsetting and we just kinda accepted this shit. However, I never expected the amounts of HATE towards our nation and our country and WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?
I haven’t said anything to the yoi fandom, because, well, homophobia is smth we really are responsible for and I have nothing to say but THIS.
THIS IS BULLSHIT.
PULL YOUR HEADS OUT OF YOUR ASSES AND SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP.
STOP INSULTING US AND BLAMING US FOR THE SHIT WE HAD NO CONTROL OVER.
I really REALLY wanted to finish this with wishing you love and peace, but not this time, no.
YOU SHOULD GO TO THE BASEMENT, YOU, IDIOTS.
THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU’VE DONE. About all the people like me (angry, bitter and disappointed), or unlike me (probably REALLY upset and insulted). THINK AND
STOP.

Ok so i was thinking about this post by @newbads all day and specifically like. When and how did dennis start acting distant around Mac? but i kind of went off on a tangent not rly related to that post so heres on its own, like, sort of a timeline i guess, starting from mortgage crisis and ending with ddl

(i actually started this like a week ago and then got stuck halfway through and now school has started again so i wont probably have time to come back to it like i’d want, so i’m posting it as is and pls feel free to contribute later stuff if u want to :))))

Hypothesis: Dennis is super touchy and affectionate in season 5, freaks out after Break Up when he realises his feelings for mac, temporarily distances himself a little bit for a while (including marrying maureen), but mostly still pretty close. After Mac Day starts getting especially distant and it only gets worse over time, reaches a peak in s12 after Mac comes out in HoHC, and its evident by DDL that this is not sustainable and something drastic has to change.

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Meanwhile Back in Stark Tower
  • Tiny: "How dare that holier than you probably not even a real captain dare not tell me about my parents?!
  • FRIDAY: "If i recall correctly Boss, Natasha Romanoff dumped HYDRA intel on the internet a few years back. Maybe you would had found out if you looked? And Rogers is a real Captain"
  • Torky: "He tried to kill me and left to die alone and forgotten!"
  • FRIDAY: "But didn't you try to murder him and his friend when you knew that Barnes was innocent? And I personally had sent a suit come to pick you up. And wasn't King T'Challa there too?"
  • Tuna: "He didn't listen to me at all!"
  • Friday: "Didn't you not listen to him about the Five Winter Soldiers and Zemo?
  • Tortellini: "If i ever see him again, i'm sending him a bill and see how he likes paying for everything that broke ass hobo".
  • Friday: "Boss, you do realize that the government owns him a huge sum of money right? And that you didn't pay for everything and he had a home in DC".
  • Tonky: "117 countries and he says the safest hands are our own?"
  • Friday: "Well considering the UN's very spotty history and HYDRA was still active i can see wh-
  • Tinky: "He's the reason my dad hates me!1!"
  • Friday: "Wha? How is that even his fau-
  • Tinnitus: "Well at least that cute boy is still around."
  • Friday: .... "I'm calling the cops Boss."
  • Tooty: "You'd think Pepper will come back too me after this?"
  • Friday: "Still calling the cops."

Very easy to judge and hate, right?

Ok, gotta stick up for my Brazilian folks here. Its a lot easier to be mad at us instead of trying to understand, right? Studying law I learned that you have to considerate both parts of the case, so here’s ours. Its NOT just the fact that it’s his first time here, it’s also that GOD KNOWS when he’ll come back, he came only for the rock in rio show, not his tour. Artists when they come to South America, they go to like, two to three cities, most of the times, only in Brazil and Argentina, sometimes they go to Paraguay and Colômbia, but there are so many others. My “neighbors” here didn’t have their chance yet. I didn’t. I live far away from Rio, the tickets for the shows weren’t very affordable and on top of that I have college and work. When They come here, they go to: Rio and São Paulo, sometimes Curitiba. That’s it. Have you seen the size of this country? I gotta put it out there, we are a little bit more “excited” - I would say 😂😂 - than other countries, it’s the warmth inside of us… but, that doesn’t give you the right to come and talk shit about us, saying that we suck, that we don’t know how to behave like normal people (like I’ve seen people on Instagram say) AND THEN THROW A “BUT ITS JUST MY OPINION, I KNOW I’LL GET ATTACKED FOR IT” Dude, cmon, first of all, don’t worry about getting attacked, we are cool down here in the south, second of all, you desmorolized and belittled an entire nation, putting a “but it’s just my opinion” at the end doesn’t make your statement any better AND takes away the credibility of your arguments. Also, people were saying that those people followed him to the beach, it’s Brazil, its hot and on top of that it’s Ipanema beach, it’s ALWAYS full of people there, them being Brazilian people or “gringos”, when I go to see the pictures from the actual people there it’s always “when you go to the beach and see Shawn Mendes”, “casually meeting Shawn here in Copacabana”, dude, Rio is full of tourists during the entire year, do you think it would be different now? Specially with rock in rio. I am not saying that those people outside his hotel are right, for exemple. You guys are demanding for respect towards him and I am asking for respect towards us. I understand your point, and I agree until certain degree, he is just a human after all, but you guys should try to understand ours too. We are not US or Europe to have him all the time. Plus, we are a tropical,
Latin, whatever term you guys use, country, we are a little bit extra, but trust me when I say that it hurts when I see people saying that we are just another third world country. You don’t say that. You don’t belittle people. And I know that a few act like that, and they are most probably children, but seriously. Chill a bit with the hate. At the end, we are just happy to see him, we mean no harm. He said it, didn’t he? “It’s their one chance, their one day”, now imagine for us. I am just asking for respect from those who seem to lack of it. We are not in any way trying to take advantage of him, Jesus Christ, people are just happy, in their own way. But then again, I can’t change your minds, and I honestly don’t expect people to understand our side. See, it’s his FIRST time in his career that he goes to a Latin country (look how many there are and yet he haven’t added any to his tour) and you are already complaining 😂😂😂 but yeah. Good luck Shawn with your show, rock that.

Here’s the thing about the “ACLU supported Nazis!” shit that’s going around completely context-free on this website and other corners of the Leftist Internet, and that I’m now hearing “Woke People” use for why they no longer support them. (Under a cut, because long:)

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This is getting ridiculous.

Nazis are awful. But Antifa is being just as violent if not more. You can’t fight this violence with more violence. People are being stabbed by anti-fascists. Molotov cocktails are being thrown. This violence is never the answer. And the biggest problem is that no matter what you believe, if someone decides to label you a nazi – and today you don’t need any evidence to back you up if you yell loud enough – you’re now the enemy, and if you get stabbed you probably deserved it. People are bashing other people over the head over political beliefs. This has gone too far. I’m tired of violence, I’m tired of hate. There’s too much of it in our country and both sides need to calm down because no group is innocent. Stop trying to defend either side like they’re infallible. And don’t over look the flaws on your own side because “they cause more good than harm.”

 Educate yourself. Know what’s going on in the world, and look into it for yourself. Don’t just accept whatever anybody tells you if they say it passionately enough. Think for yourself. You’re not a member of a group, you’re an individual with the ability to judge for yourself from the facts. Please, think before you start yelling and stabbing people. 

We have so many resources today. Just a quick google search can give you answers, but don’t stop there. Research things you’re passionate about. Don’t just be passionate because you read false news and believe it. 

Look at both sides of the argument. We get no where with both sides just screaming at each other and no one bothering to listen. Listen to other people, and think about what they say. 

Personally, I believe in free speech. Yes, that includes hate speech. I’m not saying you should say hateful things, but it’s not the government’s role to force you to be polite. That’s on yourself. So stop being hateful. Stop being violent. It solves nothing.

So I was reading through the transcript of the Phoenix rally, and I reached  a point where I got really bothered:


The media can attack me. But where I draw the line is when they attack you, which is what they do. When they attack the decency of our supporters.

(APPLAUSE)

You are honest, hard-working, taxpaying – and by the way, you’re overtaxed, but we’re going to get your taxes down.

(APPLAUSE)

TRUMP: You’re taxpaying Americans who love our nation, obey our laws, and care for our people. It’s time to expose the crooked media deceptions, and to challenge the media for their role in fomenting divisions.

(APPLAUSE)

And yes, by the way – and yes, by the way, they are trying to take away our history and our heritage. You see that.

(BOOING)

TRUMP: And – and I say it, and you know, we’re all pros. We’re all, like, we have a certain sense. We’re smart people. These are truly dishonest people. And not all of them. Not all of them. You have some very good reporters. You have some very fair journalists. But for the most part, honestly, these are really, really dishonest people, and they’re bad people. And I really think they don’t like our country. I really believe that. And I don’t believe they’re going to change, and that’s why I do this. If they would change, I would never say it.

The only people giving a platform to these hate groups is the media itself, and the fake news.

This? Right here?

This was straight at the Neo-Nazis and the alt-right and the Sons of the Confederacy. This is why I always interpret his vague statements of “hate groups” as a reference to antifa and others who disagree with him. This is him rallying the loyalists, the racists, the supremacists to his side. This is him speaking not to America as a whole, but to the “forgotten white man”. 

This is the heart of his speech, and this is the voice of evil.