Hi, Barbara Gordon, new police commissioner. It’s my dream in the police force to team up with Batman- [What?!] Wouldn’t that be better? -(Commissioner) Barbara Gordon in The Lego Batman Movie (2017) (x)
Summary: Don’t let go of him. He needs you. He wants
you stay, but he doesn’t know how to say it.
Angst, all that good shit, it’ll end with a sort of cliffhanger idk i like to call it an interpretive ending but whatever floats your boat, also the obvious language warnings and mentions of baby buck not being okay :-(
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so, again, thank you to my inspo tag bc I saw this quote and it’s been churning
in my head for so long but I’ve never had the chance to actually sit down and
write it. This literally took me a full year to write so let’s see how it goes
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Also this could possibly go into a part two if you guys want it. I have an idea for it but if people want to use their imagination to create their own ending then by all means! Anyways, feedback is more
than welcome and please leave requests; I’d love to see what you guys want to
It’s funny how easily someone’s world can come crashing
down. How easily the bright colors that once painted your world turn to an
ashen gray within a few short minutes. It’s sickening that love can raise you
up to the sky and show you the world and the beautiful blues and golds of the
sky. It’s intoxicating how drunk you feel off of the beauty and the glory of
having it all, of seeing it all. How
warm you feel, how weightless and limitless, like you’re the air. Twisting and
turning, light and free. Young and spirited, wild and reckless and untamed.
Poets, authors and painters convey love with the prettiest
words and the lightest shades of pink and yellow and white. They romanticize
the fall, the moments before the leap and how wonderful it feels when you
So I guess the latest thing in the monosexual tag is someone made a comment about not understanding monosexuality? Or called it weird?
Well, I don’t understand monosexuality. Note, I don’t say “Gay sexuality” is weird, or “Straight Sexuality”. I say monosexual because - for me - being attracted to only one gender is a completely alien concept. I have no frame of reference for it, I have no idea what it feels like because I have had attractions to multiple genders for as long as I’ve been attracted to people. I, literally, do not understand what it is like to be monosexual. That is not a value statement (I am not disparaging being attracted to one gender) - it’s simply the truth.
I also do not understand what it’s like to be a woman. Or trans. Or an oppressed race.
Summary: Pidge goes hiking with the squad even though she’s not feeling well. Not one of her brightest ideas, but nobody really thinks coherently when they’ve got a raging fever. For @hastalalaterkeith7152 because it’s pretty much a given now I tag you in everything you wanted some sick Pidge and also you give me consistent feedback on all my writing. thank you friend. She/her pronouns are used for pidge in this fic.
“We’re here,” Lance announced, much too joyful for six o’clock in the morning and much too loudly for Pidge’s ears. What were her friends even doing here, anyway? Oh, right. The boys had planned a hiking trip. Lance, Hunk, Keith, and Shiro all filtered into her house.
“I’ve got food,” Hunk stated, setting a picnic basket on the kitchen table. He began to rummage through its contents, making sure he hadn’t forgotten anything. “Okay, let’ see, carrot sticks, celery, cheese, crackers, protein bars, juice boxes, and of course, peanut butter sandwiches.” He pumped a fist in the air.
“Hunk, this isn’t a fourth grade field trip,” Lance said, “we’re all grown–oohh, you didn’t tell me they’re animal crackers!”
“Moving on,” Shiro gave Lance an uncertain glance, “I’ve got plenty of water, a compass, first aid kit, extra band-aids, because Lance is a klutz–”
Betty and Jughead are out of college and rooming together and it
couldn’t have been a more self-destructive decision. They’re both in
love and best friends since the dawn of time. Jughead pining for Betty who has no idea, What could go wrong?
Hello all! This new chapter was already half finished by the time I finished chapter four so here it is! This chapter is more bughead-centric than the others and the whole thing (that is making you all cringe) is addressed ;) I am sorry to the person who recently sent me a request but I am starting it tomorrow I swear! All of the love you guys have been sending me in the comments has literally been breaking my heart! I have tagged the following who have asked to be tagged or are just being a damn sweet ass person!
Warnings: There is talk of alcoholism and suicide. If this triggering for you you might not want to continue
up baby, look at the stars
I’ll kiss you again between the bars
Where I’m seeing you there
With your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught
Drink up one more time
And I’ll make you mine
Keep you apart,
Deep in my heart
Separate from the rest.
A few weeks had passed since the incident and Jughead found
himself feeling a new emotion towards Betty.
Every smile, touch, every time she would play with her
ponytail, every look she gave him would make Jughead’s skin crawl. Every minute
they spent together ignoring the situation, every time she would act as if that
night in his room never happened, as if the moment they shared at Cheryl’s never
happened, anger would settle in his chest.
The things that he used to love about her, the little things
that would leave flutters in his stomach had now turned sour. They were tainted
with the taste of what he couldn’t have. Now knowing what her touch was like in
ways he’d never didn’t before had ignited a fire in him. One that Betty was
trying her best but was failing to distinguish.
Each moment felt like a chore and he was loosing his
patience. She didn’t tease him anymore and she filled their time doing small
favors, silently trying to ease the guilt that still lined her face. She kept
apologizing for little mistakes that she would make around the house. It was
like she was apologizing for everything except the actual problem at hand.
The change in dynamic didn’t go unnoticed by Archie. Every
time he was over it was like he was just there to be a buffer. Jughead would
snap at just the littlest things and his body would tense up every time Betty
would brush up against him. Every time Betty would laugh Jughead’s eyes would
send daggers his way. One time Betty tried to do the dishes and he practically
exploded. Something was very wrong.
Betty began to spend her nights out longer and she started
sleeping over at Veronica’s, at Cheryl’s, at Kevin’s, at Sabrina’s, even
sometimes she would show up at Archie’s.
The apartment became more of a common meeting place rather
than a home to the both of them. Jughead picked up more shifts at Pop’s, ones
particularly during the times he knew Betty would be home.
Betty’s thoughts began to become obsessive when it came to
Jughead. Every time she would sleep with someone his face would appear. She was
on thin ice with Veronica already, but one day enough was enough.
Betty tensed as she felt the nerves in between her legs
begin to pulse. Veronica continued as she followed Betty’s moans before it
Just as Betty’s head sunk further into the pillows and her
eyes rolled to the back of her head she uttered his name.
Veronica stopped in her tracks as she watched the girl let
go. Her eyes closed and her hands gripping onto the violet sheets. A tear fell
from Veronica’s eyes as she watched the girl before her in a possessed state.
Her face changed as her eyelids moved from side to side and her legs quivered.
Betty silenced herself as she had realized what she had just
moaned. Her body stilled and her throat closed up as she saw a tear stream down
“You know if that’s what you’re here for, then maybe we
shouldn’t be doing this anymore. I’m not someone you can just use to fuck away your
Veronica stood up from her spot and threw Betty’s dress in
“Even though this isn’t even anything, I don’t accept being
someone’s second choice.”
“Veronica that’s not what, that’s not-“
“Get over yourself Betty and cut the bullshit…God, for once
can’t you stop lying to yourself and everyone around you?”
Betty’s eyes froze as her mind went blank and her body went
“That’s what I thought.” Veronica stated as she walked out
her door into the bathroom down the hall.
Betty laid there as she stared at the empty door frame,
listening to the water run from Veronica’s shower.
The sound of people passing through the streets and cars
through New York’s roads filled Betty’s ears as she slipped into her dress. She
trotted out of the apartment into the night, finding the closest bar in sight.
Four hours and 5
tequila shots later:
“He-ey, hey, hey…Baby, c’mon let’s go home.” Jughead
whispered as she cried into his shoulder. He could feel her breath get caught
in her throat as she tried to hold back a sob. Her body was shaking and he
could smell tequila all over her. He pulled her up to carry her out of the
house. He opened the passenger door of his truck with his left hand, pulling
the car door ajar with his foot. He placed her carefully in the leather front
as he buckled her seat belt.
“Just stay her okay? I’ll be right back. I promise.” He
whispered against her cheek as he felt her nod her head under him. He closed
the door as he walked back into Archie’s house finding him in the kitchen.
Betty had showed up to Archie’s about an hour ago stinking
of alcohol. Stumbling all over the place forcing Archie catch her before she
tripped over the carpet.
“Do-on’t call Jug-gie.” Betty murmured as she lunged for the
“Betty what are you-“ Archie began before Betty cut him off.
Laughing dryly as her hands trailed over the bottles before finding the vodka.
“You know, my mom called me today! I was expecting a long
apology, a cry for forgiveness, maybe even a little groveling. But what does
she say? She starts lecturing me about my ‘lifestyle’.” Betty exclaimed rolling
her eyes unscrewing the cap on the bottle.
“She just doesn’t wanna call me a slut. But look at me! I am
the slut. I’m the biggest fucking slut there is!”
Betty laughed into the bottle as she smiled when the rush of
the drink went to her head. Archie
frowned at the sight.
“Mommy dearest didn’t think about that when she tried to
send me to camp to ‘pray the gay away’. She was a lot happier when she thought
she just had to worry about me getting pregnant.” Betty choked out as she held
a grin. Her eyes were red and wild. She staggered holding onto the table as she
gripped onto the bottle of vodka. Before she could take another shot Archie
grabbed the bottle from her, pulling her into the kitchen.
“You’re not any fun!” She protested as she tried to grab the
bottle from his grasp. Archie put the bottle away grabbing a glass of water as
he eyed her cautiously. His eyes trailed over her face trying to find the Betty
he knew. He had seen her drunk like this before but Jug was always there, there
to whisk her away. The fact that she wasn’t back at her own doorstep calling on
his friend was worrying. Why was she
avoiding Jughead? He asked himself.
He handed the glass of water to her as she slid down to the
“Drink this. You’ll thank me in the morning.” He said to her
as he stared her down. He knew she would follow his orders if he didn’t break
eye contact. Finally she broke, exasperated grabbing the glass from him in a
puff glaring at him.
Archie stood up from his crouched position and reached for
the phone. He knew that she would hate him if he called Jughead. But he was the
only one who knew how to handle this. This Betty. The Betty with mascara
running down her face and an empty grin on her face. The Betty with panic in
her eyes and limp limbs. She looked like a cautionary tale lying down on his
kitchen floor staring blankly in front of him. Her green eyes held nothing in
them, like she was somehow not there, not present. It was haunting watching her
lie there with her mouth parted sinking into the floor. The girl that was in
love with his best friend was breaking before him and there was only one person
to call. Archie dialed Jughead’s number and waited until he picked up after
“Archie it’s 3 in the morning what the fuck?” Jughead
groaned into the phone.
Archie moved away from the kitchen hoping Betty couldn’t
hear his words.
“Betty she…she’s here. And it’s bad, really bad. She might
be going full yellow wallpaper this
time.” Archie paused as he heard a shuffle over the phone and a door click.
Archie walked Jughead back outside to his truck, stopping
Jughead before he climbed inside.
“Jughead, we gotta do something.”
“Do what Archie?” Jughead yelled as his eyes trailed over
Betty’s passed out state.
“She’s getting worse…she keeps pulling this shit. Getting
drunk, going out constantly with people she doesn’t even know. And then as you
say, she doesn’t even acknowledge it in the morning. Like it never happens.”
“I’m handling it Archie.” Jughead stated as he folded his
arms leaning against the truck.
“Are you? Cause you carry her home and put her to bed just
like you did with FP. And it’s not working. She needs help. She needs a
professional. Maybe you can’t save her this time.”
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about Archie.
You don’t know her. I know her. And I know that she will be fine. She just is
going through a rough patch, that’s all.” Jughead insisted as tears started to
well up in his eyes.
“If she’s just going through a rough patch, then why is she
showing up at my place instead of her own? Why is she suddenly asking me not to
Jughead paused as he took in Archie’s words. But no amount
of truth could calm him down, he was breaking. The girl he loved was drinking
herself to death every night and he had no idea how to cope. It was déjà vu all
over again, and a little part of him resented her for it. His gut wrenched and
tightly coiled in his stomach as he looked at her, curled up in his truck.
“I-I don’t know. The past couple of weeks, things have
changed. I-I don’t know why.” He choked out.
“Look I know that you don’t want to force her into anything,
but maybe it’s time. Maybe it’s time to stage some sort of intervention.”
“An intervention? You think Betty Cooper is gonna react well
to an intervention?”
“It may be our only option left.” Archie said exasperated as
they both gazed upon the sunken blonde. Jughead cried at the thought of telling
her that something was wrong with her. He was always the one to reassure her
that she was beautiful and kind and smart and that not a damn thing was wrong
with her. Nothing at all. Was this
really his only option left? It seemed like some sort of betrayal.
“Okay, but just give me a week. Let me, I don’t know, figure
things out. See if I can get her to snap out of it.”
Jughead climbed into the truck, falling into the seat. His
head fell to the back of the leather and he turned his head to look at her. He
lifted his hand up to her face and pulled back a strand of her hair that had
fallen in her face. She stirred at his touch as she breathed out in
A moment passed before tears started to well up in Betty’s
“She didn’t even remember that it was his birthday today.”
In that moment Jughead realized that it was Betty’s dad’s
birthday and that he had been so wrapped up in his own problems that he had
forgotten. It had been eight years since he killed himself. Betty had found him
in the garage after he hung himself.
A laugh erupted from Betty’s chest as she shook her head as
the tears ran down her face.
“It’s like she didn’t even love him…maybe she never did.”
“She’s never loved me that’s for sure. At least not the real
Betty began to kick the dash as she started hitting any
surface around her. Jughead panicked at the sight, grabbing onto her wrists as
she squirmed under him. In her state she couldn’t fight him off for that long,
her head fell into his shoulder as she sighed.
“She may not know the real you or understand you. But she
loves you.” Jughead waited a beat as she lay in his arms.
“And I love you…you know the real you. And even though I haven’t acted like it lately, I do. I
Jughead ran his fingers through her golden hair as he pulled
himself from her grasp to put his keys into the ignition. Betty laid her legs
on top of Jughead’s lap as he drove out of Archie’s drive-way. Jughead turned
to the intoxicated girl next to him. Her eyes closed with her head leaned up
against the window. Her breath slowed and he could see the imprint that her heady
breaths left against the frigid car window. The yellow lights above flickered
over her, bathing her in light as the rest of the car was hidden in shadow. The
illusion was gone as his eyes drank up her soaken state against the passenger
cream colored leather.
Betty Cooper was broken, and for the first time, Jughead had
realized that maybe he couldn’t fix her.
yknow something i really love about flight rising and the community of it on here??
how often do you see posts from artists or writers or just anyone, wishing that oc’s were more celebrated and how getting 4 notes on a non-fandom work feels like gold
but thats what flight rising is? sure the dragon breeds arent our creations but look how different and original each persons lore and dragons are, they’re pretty much ocs in a way
and you see all the time, peoples ideas and stories and art getting 100 notes, if you think about it thats crazy? i have 2 bits of art with 100+ notes, and people reblogging and writing compliments about my art or my designs in the tags, thats literally the dream??
we’re just like, a whole community of people sharing ocs and paying attention to each other’s creations and celebrating them and??
- enjolras has super uncooperative hair when he wakes up (read: highkey hot as fuck)
- he sings under his breath while making coffee and often gets carried away and does this silly dancing thing that once combeferre walked in on with the most smug amused grin and enj just stopped dead in his tracks and then said “i still have that 2008 disco tape ;)) sweaty” yes in verbal convo fight me and ferre went almost pale and he’s got rlly dark skin so u can imagine what happened in 2008
- enjolras once got carpal tunnel from writing too much angry poetry
- enjolras won the literary award at his school every year and he actually went to the same hs as jehan and they weren’t friends yet, so once a desperate and raging jehan convinced montparnasse to climb into enj’s room and take a pic of the certificate bc they wanted to know what it looked like omfg
- they’re so pure they keep saying sorry for that
- enjolras plays the bass
- grantaire plays the lovestruck fool
- bahorel and enjolras deadass have an annulled marriage (viva las vegas)
- enjolras once cried mid-lecture because he was orating as vp of student council and he got SO EMO that he literally shook his head and kept apologising and asked ferre to take over
- ferre was shook
- enjolras hugs better than anyone it’s so warm in those gay arms
- enjolras can do a one-armed cartwheel and he and courf used to make cheerleading choreographies in their spare time in 6th grade
- jehan and courf dated in 6th grade oh my god enjolras kept their Special Love Notebook (™) (no seriously that’s what they called it) (it was a notebook they passed to each other during class & enj wasn’t allowed to look and he never did bc my baby’s honest n loyal) it’s still in his desk
- enjolras got arrested for stealing a frozen pizza once (maybe not SO honest)
- it was for the good of the people
- enjolras is a hoe for sam wilson he’s his fave mcu character
- enjolras once left late after school was dismissed and he started chatting w the janitor, phil, and managed to convince him to go after his dream and now Phil opened his first photography gallery if u don’t think enj has always been an angel ur wrong
- enj broke his ribs in a fist fight, he wasn’t very good at that kinda stuff so after he healed he legit took 4 different self defense classes because “i cannot cope with not being good at this” and ferre literally had a fit bc “enj whaT The Fucj you work a job and u have class every day are u srsly pulling this 9 hrs a week punching shit crap”
- no worries lols that’s where he met grantaire :)) he was his boxing instructor :)) need i say more
- ok sweaty shirtless r 👏👏👏👏👏👏👌👌👌👌 ya enj thinks so too
- enjolras is the BEST at naming things. courf once rolled out of bed at 4am just to text him: “mil dollar job idea: u should b professional gelato shop consultant and help them name their flavours i dk what m sayin” [sic]
welcome to our fourth year of codejuly, let’s go all out!!!!!, the reason i made this was to make the tag more active again after getting inspired with the Danny Phantom’s phanniemay calendar. Also i must apology for the delay, I been taking a summer class and working so I been to tired to work on it. So I commission the lovely @a-queenoffairys to draw these themes <3
The official tag is “#codejuly” also “#codejuly17” (no spaces or punctuation). Please use it so that people can block it if they don’t want to see it. If you are just talking about Code July, please do not tag your post with that tag
I don’t have time to do this in July?/Can i post it on another day? Even though the calender is for July, you don’t have to do them all in July. You can do them on whatever day seem best for you.
I don’t get the theme for some of these days?
You can go ask me on my ask box if you are confuse on a specific day. (btw each word is just an idea, so as long as you come up with something it doesn’t matter how far you stray from the literal meaning of the word)
Is this a drawing thing only?
No, you can do anything including fanfic, AMV, cosplay, 8tracks, and etc… the choice is yours
Do I have to do all the themes?
Nope, it’s your choice on what you want to do. If you don’t feel inspired by some you can skip them. (and if you get an idea later you can submit it late)
ONLY ENTRIES MAY BE POSTED IN THE CODEJULY TAG! NO TEXT POSTS (except for Fanfiction)!
i was scrolling through @periegesisvoid’s posts filtering for posts with the word “jew” in them looking to see if they were really converting. i didn’t find anything but honestly i don’t want to know, because i’d like to assume that one (1) thing is still pure. but anyway.
periejfgeuifhiisvoid has reblogged a lot of posts about antisemitism. this isn’t surprising, as antisemites like to cover their tracks in the sense that they’ll agree with the Good Jews and show their true colors to the Bad Jews. that was aggravating enough. but what was more annoying was that they felt the need to leave comments on these posts. here are some examples.
this is a post made by jews for non-jews to reblog as a source of information and to even check their own antisemitism. so why did perigoy feel the need to leave this unnecessary comment? there’s nothing antisemitic about it (although of course the fact that an antisemite is leaving it makes my blood boil) but it’s just… annoying? why would you come onto a Jew Post to make a Jew Joke while not being A Jew and having a track record of Not Caring About Jews? stay in your lane honey
this post is honest to god a jewish joke. i have literally no idea why they felt the need to reblog it. staying in your lane costs zero dollars and zero cents.
and here’s another post in that tag, where periegoyseisvoid is right back to antisemitism and calling us Bad Aphobic Jews Who Couldn’t Possibly Know What Nazi Symbols Look Like As Well As I, A White Goy Who Writes Tentacle Porn. as you can see, their “caring about jews” facade is very performative and holds literally no validity or action.
it infuriates me that inclusionists as a whole suck so fucking much that they would allow this antisemitic garbage to maintain popularity in their circles. and it double infuriates me that the antisemitic garbage in question has tricked people into thinking they aren’t antisemitic garbage.
non-jews are free to reblog this. but please don’t add unnecessary shit.