i live in the twilight zone

anonymous asked:

Hey I was wondering if you can do a prompt where Jughead left Betty for the serpents so Betty soon joins them but she acts like he doesn't exist because she is to heartbroken over the terrible break up. And the other serpents fall head over heels for her (that was long I'm sorry :( )

That’s awesome! I’ll do a quick one shot before I knock out!

The bags under his eyes were heavy and he Tasted blood in his mouth, tearing his teeth from inside his cheek, he shifted in his leather jacket and stared blankly at the pages of his book. It had been about a month since he had joined the Serpents, a month since he had broken things off with Betty, he could still remember that day so vividly.

“I don’t want to be with you? Don’t you get it?! Stay out of my life. I don’t have time for some spoiled princess to worry about me. Figure your own life out. Jesus Christ Betty, atleast try and get a life.” He had shouted, swallowing the sick that was threatening to rise in his throat, he hadn’t meant any of the things he said but he had no choice, he knew Betty and he knew she wouldn’t give up, not unless he crossed the line, not unless he broke her heart. It was too dangerous for her to be a part of this lifestyle and he had to do what he had to do. The image of her tear stained face and bloody palms still imprinted in his brain.

“Yo jones, you gonna get over here and welcome the new member? it was you not so long ago.” An older man smiled at him, smacking an arm to his shoulder and dragging him towards the pool table, the new members back was to Jughead but he could tell she was girl, the long blonde curls hanging down the familiar leather jacket were a dead give away. His heart nearly gave out when she turned around, bright green eyes and a heartbreakingly beautiful smile.

It was Betty Cooper. Betty Cooper was standing before about 40 men and women carrying guns and wearing leather jackets. Had he stepped into the twilight zone? Betty’s eyes caught his and they turned cold, she quickly turned her face back to the newest leader Viper and smiled up at him.

“This little lady is none other than Alice Coopers daughter. You may remember her as being one of the most badass Serpents to grace the grounds, unfortunately she got caught up in trying to live the upper class riverdale lifestyle. Fortunately for us though, our very own Mini Cooper has decided she’s sick of living that boring, stuck up lie. I want everyone to treat her with the utmost respect, after all she is a Serpent now.” He squeezed her shoulder as the bar erupted in cheers.

Jughead couldn’t get her alone, it seemed everyone was head over heels in love with Betty. She lit up the dirty old bar and her laughter was contagious leaving anyone she spoke to in good spirits. He finally got his chance at the end of the night when he caught her waving to an older woman as she headed outside.

“Betty!” He called after her, watching as her shoulders tightened but she continued walking, she was fast but he was faster, he gripped her arm gently, swinging her towards him.

“What do you want Jughead?” She asked stoically.

“What are you doing here Betty, what were they talking about in there? This isn’t your home, you have to..” he was cut off by her sharp words

“You don’t know me. You don’t know anything about me, maybe you don’t remember but you broke up with me, you left me standing alone in a booth at Pops Diner. I can make my own choices and I’m choosing this. We don’t even have to interact. I’ll go my way, you go yours. And hey.. stay out of my life” she hissed angrily, tearing her arm from Jugheads grasp, herblong legs practically running to a trailer as he stared after her in shock.

Oh Betty, what happened?

Anime Ratings
  • Berserk (the 90's one): Sometimes it's more slideshow than animation, but it's got an amazing ost and a story that stays with you (and makes you cry all the times) 9/10
  • Princess Tutu: Ballet, exploration of emotions, understanding the real meaning of love, Luci Christian says quack like five hundred times 10/10
  • Neon Genesis Evangelion: It's not as smart as it thinks it is, but it doesn't have to be. When the characters are acknowledging their own feelings without trying to psychoanalyze themselves, it's great. 8/10
  • The Rose of Versailles: Intrigue! Petals! Sword fights! France! 10/10
  • Rurouni Kenshin: Good stuff. I just realized that it's weirdly like Paranoia Agent in that people get blunt force trauma from a lil' dude and then their lives improve. 10/10
  • Yu Yu Hakusho: 112 episodes and, to my recollection, not one of them was filler 10/10
  • The Vision of Escaflowne: I have never seen any anime try to be so many things at once. I love this hot mess. 8/10
  • Mushishi: What if The Twilight Zone was a bedtime story? Mushishi has an answer 10/10
  • Death Note: Ya know that boy who thinks he's the only one that read the intro to philosophy textbook? What if he was given the power to kill people? 4/10

27 January, 1945 | The liberation of Auschwitz

Never shall I forget that smoke. … Never shall I forget those flames that consumed my faith forever. Never shall I forget the nocturnal silence that deprived me for all eternity of the desire to live. Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes. Never shall I forget these things, even if I were condemned to live as long as God himself.


Elie Wiesel, Night

All the Dachaus must remain standing. The Dachaus, the Belsens, the Buchenwalds, the Auschwitzes—all of them.  They must remain standing because they are a monument to a moment in time when some men decided to turn the earth into a graveyard. Into it they shoveled all of their reason, their logic, their knowledge, but worst of all, their conscience, and the moment we forget this, the moment we cease to be haunted by its remembrance, then we become the gravediggers. Something to dwell on and remember…

Rod Serling, The Twilight Zone, “Deaths-Head Revisited”

When Soviet troops arrived at the Auschwitz concentration camp on the 27th of January, 1945, they found roughly 7,500 living prisoners–most of whom were weak, ill, and starving–and hundreds of corpses. Though the camp remained largely in tact, the retreating S.S. had demolished several buildings, including the gas chambers, in an attempt to hide their crimes. Overall, an estimated 1.1 million people were murdered in Auschwitz between 1940 and 1945, making it the most deadly of all the Nazi concentration and extermination camps. The majority of the victims were Jews.

Auschwitz-Birkenau became a museum in 1947, and the UN appointed January 27th as International Holocaust Remembrance Day.  Seventy years after its liberation, Auschwitz remains the dominant symbol of the Holocaust

Fairy Tales, Gently Fractured
Audiobooks of Garth Nix’s “Frogkisser!” and Chris Colfer’s “The Treasury of Classic Fairy Tales” offer kids spit-shined versions of Grimm Brothers’ classics.
By A.j. Jacobs

A Treasury of Classic Fairy Tales
Written and read by Chris Colfer
4½ hours. Hachette Audio.
(Middle grade; ages 8 to 12)

“Frogkisser!” comes several years after the actor Chris Colfer started to publish his own fairy-tale-inspired books with a girl-power twist. Colfer’s series the Land of Stories follows a pair of 12-year-old twins who are magically sucked into a book of fairy tales. (My kids and I are on Vol. 3 of six of the hardcovers.) In Colfer’s books, damsels are rarely in distress. Goldilocks, for instance, is a sword-wielding warrior and Sleeping Beauty hasn’t slept in years because she’s working tirelessly to reform her kingdom.

Colfer’s new audiobook, “The Land of Stories: A Treasury of Classic Fairy Tales,” is related to the series, but also a departure. It doesn’t feature the adventuring twins, but instead is a straightforward collection of fairy tales. Twenty-five stories from the Grimm brothers, Hans Christian Andersen and others, are retold and tidied up a bit by Colfer.

I recommend it for three reasons. First, Colfer — an actor most famous for playing a countertenor teenager on “Glee” — is a wizard at voices. In “Henny Penny,” he gives distinct, birdlike cadences to a duck, a goose, hen, rooster and a turkey. His yawn from Goldilocks was convincing enough to make me yawn in the driver’s seat.

Second, I want my sons to know the original fairy tales, and not just get them filtered through reinterpretations. We live in a world where kids ingest the parodies before the real thing. My children have seen multiple “Twilight Zone” takeoffs (on “Futurama,” for instance), but have never watched an episode of Rod Serling’s show. I suffer from this too. I knew the Puss in Boots character from “Shrek,” but embarrassingly had no notion of the original tale. (Which contains another useful moral: Blatant lies and fraud are the key to success.)

Which brings me to my third reason, which is that fairy tales are great conversation starters. Not so much for the lessons they are trying to impart, which are often appalling, but as a way to spark interesting questions. When listening in the car, my kids and I talked about whether Jack is morally justified in stealing gold from the giant just because the giant is a terrible being. Also, does the maiden in “Rumpelstiltskin” owe nothing to the dwarf for his hard work? Perhaps not her firstborn, but at least a token?

As I mentioned, Colfer has cleaned up the tales a bit. In terms of rawness, they fall somewhere between the Grimm and Disney versions. For instance, in the Grimm version, Cinderella’s stepsisters chop off a toe and a slice of heel to fit in the slipper. Disney’s “Cinderella” has no gore at all. Colfer’s compromise: The stepsister “crammed her foot inside the slipper so tightly it started to bleed.”

Colfer has also, thankfully, left out the truly horrible Grimm stories, like their tale “The Jew in the Thorns,” about a miserly man who is sentenced to death. Not even Disney could make that palatable.

But even when softened and redacted, listening to fairy tales can be demented, disturbing fun.

theeverlastingdave  asked:

"What would you expect of an Egyptian-inspired world that Amonkhet doesn’t have?" Amonkhet hits a lot of great notes for me- the city by the river surrounded by wasteland, the gods, the Twilight Zone-ish story. The one thing I was expecting that we didn't get was a little bit of Zendikari "Traps and Treasures" action.

We made a conscious choice to do a bright and sunny living Egypt and not a dark and dusty, tomb raiding dead Egypt.

Fairy Tales, Gently Fractured
Audiobooks of Garth Nix’s “Frogkisser!” and Chris Colfer’s “The Treasury of Classic Fairy Tales” offer kids spit-shined versions of Grimm Brothers’ classics.
By A.j. Jacobs

You don’t have to own a knitted pink cap or the collected works of Roxane Gay to find the sexual politics of fairy tales troubling. Among the lessons fairy tales impart:

Upward mobility is possible — if you’re a ravishing beauty (“Cinderella”). Women don’t need to talk — or breathe, really — as long as they are physically attractive (“Snow White”). Abducting women is a viable path to romance (“Beauty and the Beast”). The nonconsensual kissing of coma victims is a great way to meet your mate (“Sleeping Beauty”).

Pretty retrograde, even in the post-Hillary era. Which is why recent retellings and mash-ups of fairy tales tend to give the Grimm brothers universe a feminist makeover, or at least a feminist sheen.

[…] “Frogkisser!” comes several years after the actor Chris Colfer started to publish his own fairy-tale-inspired books with a girl-power twist. Colfer’s series the Land of Stories follows a pair of 12-year-old twins who are magically sucked into a book of fairy tales. (My kids and I are on Vol. 3 of six of the hardcovers.) In Colfer’s books, damsels are rarely in distress. Goldilocks, for instance, is a sword-wielding warrior and Sleeping Beauty hasn’t slept in years because she’s working tirelessly to reform her kingdom.

Colfer’s new audiobook, “The Land of Stories: A Treasury of Classic Fairy Tales,” is related to the series, but also a departure. It doesn’t feature the adventuring twins, but instead is a straightforward collection of fairy tales. Twenty-five stories from the Grimm brothers, Hans Christian Andersen and others, are retold and tidied up a bit by Colfer.

I recommend it for three reasons. First, Colfer — an actor most famous for playing a countertenor teenager on “Glee” — is a wizard at voices. In “Henny Penny,” he gives distinct, birdlike cadences to a duck, a goose, hen, rooster and a turkey. His yawn from Goldilocks was convincing enough to make me yawn in the driver’s seat.

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anonymous asked:

I've lived in Newfoundland all my life and I couldn't tell you who John A Mcdonald is. I personally blame on that Newfoundland being a pile of shit.

newfoundland is definitely the twilight zone of canada

anonymous asked:

Riley J Dennis made a new video about "female and male brains" and I'm not ready to deal with A: The BS and B: the nagging doubt that will hang with me asking "could they be right?" until someone more learned explains just how much of the video is BS :(

WOah, she just admitted humans have low brain dimorphism (spelling?) meaning that human brains are largely similar regardless of sex or gender. I’m still waiting for the pin to drop…(2/5)

“You cannot have a female brain if there is no such thing as a female brain” I’m wheezing, what is happening. Where is the drop. I’m waiting for the drop (3/5)


aaaaaaaand there it is….we just can’t understand the brain enough to see how gender is biological. We just can’t say there’s any one gene but a complex arrangement of them all. And we can still fight for our rights “without having biological proof of a cause.” “We don’t need proof that people are trans to know they are trans. We can know because of their lived experiences.” “There is no such thing as a female brain” (5/5)

sorry it took so long to get back to this, I haven’t been on my laptop in a bit. why he’d make that video is beyond me, he singlehandedly shot his ideology through the foot when saying there is no such thing as a female or male brain. saying that gender isn’t real doesn’t violate anyone’s humans rights he’s so fucking melodramatic. thanks for updating me on garbage man’s videos so i don’t have to put myself through watching them

the whole fyre festival  thing sounds like it should be an episode of the twilight zone or some surreal alternate version of battle royale i can’t believe we live in a time where ja rule became relevant again bc he scammed some rich kids and ig models

The Gang’s Girl Part 2~The Date

A/N: Ahhh this took me  forever because I drew a blank on what to write so that’s why it probably sucks, but enjoyyy

Warnings: Mild swearing, name calling (to reader from Soc)~Could be triggering, so read at your own risk.

The boys have been acting unusual lately.Today’s Friday. The day James and I go out. Since Wednesday night, Darry has slept on the couch, and he hates sleeping on the couch.

Soda and Steve have barely talked to me. Two’s jokes just don’t seem as giddy. Pony is always in his room. Dallas is sleeping, more like partying, at Buck’s more often. The only person who will hold a civil conversation with me is Johnny.

I’m in the Curtis’ living room once again with Johnny. I turn to him when Twilight Zone goes off. “Johnny…” He turns and looks at me. “Why’s everyone acting so weird around me?”

“I’m not sure what you mean by that.” he states.

“You mean to tell me that you haven’t noticed one single, teensy tiny change in the boys since Wednesday.”

“Well….I don’t think I have.”

“Darry hasn’t slept in his bed since this Wednesday. I feel like I’m punishing him for something he hasn’t done.”

“Now that’s none of my business. But you should talk to him, he knows more about what he’s feeling than I do.”

“When I talk to him, he only mumbles and grunts.” Johnny suddenly stands up and with a soft-spoken goodbye, he leaves.

I sigh loudly. What the hell? Why would Johnny just leave like that? All I did was ask a simple question and he got all sassy.

“Ponyboy?” I yell, knowing he’s in his room either studying or reading.

“Yeah?” he shouts back.

“C’mere please!” He comes out of his room cautiously walking to me. He sits and says, “Whatcha need?”

I huff out a breath. Why would I call him all the way in here just to ask him a question about why everyone’s avoiding me? “I wanted to ask you a question…but never mind.” It’s kind of embarrassing to ask him why he’s not talking to me anymore.

“No, go ahead.”

“You notice how everyone’s not talking to me anymore.” He nods. “Why is that?”

“They’re jealous.” He says blandly. I give him a confused look. 

“Jealous of…James?”

“Jealous of anyone who grabs hold of your attention long enough to hear your laugh. God, (Y/N). Do you really not see it?” I shake my head slowly. “It’s hard to love someone who doesn’t even notice you.”

“What? Pony. You’re three years younger than me; I can’t date you. It’d never be a serious relationship.”

“Fine then. But what about the boys? You don’t see that either.”

“They’re the same?” He nods. “And me going on a date with James…”

“Hurts. It hurts everyone.” He gets up and goes back to his room without another word.


James comes to pick me up before Darry gets home. I don’t really want to see his expression anyways. As I get into James’ candy apple red Cadillac, he leans over and pecks me on the cheek. I jump back slightly in shock. What I want to say–Excuse me sir, did I give you permission to kiss me?–would make him push me out of the car. So instead, I smile like one of the Soc girls would do.

We drive along until we reach the Nightly Double. I see A LOT of Socs, but what else did I expect? He pulls into an empty spot, and unbuckles his seat belt. A group of Soc guys crowd around James’ car. 

“Um, are they your friends?” I ask, beginning to feel nervous.

“Yeah, they asked if they could come.” James replies, running a hand through his chestnut-colored hair. 

“But-It was supposed to be just us.”

“Don’t get your panties in a wad. They’re just my friends.” He acts like it’s no big deal whenever he said it was just going to be us. Okay then–Strike 1.

Before the movie starts, James makes me get out of the car and socialize with his friends. They laugh and talk about nonsense. They do. James completely ignores me while he’s with his friends, the gang never acts like that–Darry took me around some of his friends a couple of months ago, and never excluded me from a conversation. What’s James’ deal? Strike 2.

Everyone goes back to their vehicles to watch the movie, except for James’ friend Daniel. The kid sits in the backseat, but they still talk non-stop about useless shit. After a while, I just stop caring altogether. I sit back and try to watch the movie. 

When the movie ends, I tell James to drive me home. He offers to get me food, but I tell him firmly to take me back home. He drives, but soon I realize I don’t recognize the houses. These are…Soc houses. 

“James?” I ask, trying to steady my voice.

“Hmm?” he asks.

“This isn’t my street; I live closer than this.”

“You’re coming to my house.” he states, making it sound like I don’t have a choice. Boy, does he have another thing coming.

“I told you to take me home. I was done with this date when you told me to ‘not get my panties in a wad.’ Let me tell you something. You don’t talk to women like that. We deserve as much respect as you do. I may not be one of you Socs but I need the respect you’d give them.”

“Well, let me tell you something, you little slut. Greasers aren’t worthy of respect, especially not mine. And if you think I’m going to let some whore talk to me like I’m an underling, whenever you’re below me, then you must be as crazy as those greasers that you live with.” I open my mouth to yell something back, but he interrupts. “You’re probably fucking everyone and their brother too. The only reason I asked you out was because 1) it was a dare and 2) I wanted to see what hides behind your ugly ass clothes.” Strike 3.

“Stop the car.” I whisper angrily. 

“Excuse me?” 

Stop the damn car!” I shout. He screeches to a halt. I collect my things and leave. He drives off with a roar from the engine. I walk all the way to the Curtis house by myself. 


When I open the door, everyone’s in the living room watching a re-run of I Love Lucy. I’m shivering from the walk here. They look at me.

My voice croaks when I talk because I’m on the verge of tears. “I’m sorry.” I drop my things on the floor, and soon join them.

Dallas rushes over to me. “Did he touch you? Did he hurt you? What’s wrong, doll?” 

Steve says, “You have to tell us so we can make it better.”

My throat feels stuck. “He did touch you, didn’t he?” Two-bit says softly. I shake my head.

I take a deep breath and say, “No. But he said he was planning on it,” Once I started talking I couldn’t stop. “He said I was a slut and a whore. He said I don’t deserve his respect; I’m not ‘worthy’ of it. He asked me out on a dare, and he said–” I swallow hard. “That I was probably fucking everyone and their brother.”

“What the hell is that guy’s problem? He asked you out on a dare. Well I would have done it without it being a dare. Calling you a whore, that’s some real shit right there. Lies. All of it.” Johnny says. 

“I swear to God, if I see that asshole again I’m beating in his head. You don’t just say shit like that to a girl.” Darry says.

“Where’s this guy live?” Soda asks.

“The other side of town. I got out of the car before he forced me into his house.” 

“This guy really was planning, huh?” Pony says. I shrug. He crouches down, and takes my hand in his. “What movie did you watch?”

“Might have been Singing in the Rain.” 

“I haven’t seen that one in a while. Maybe we’ll take you to see it again sometime.”

“That’d be nice.” He nods and gives me a sad smile.

“You want something to eat (Y/N)? I made dinner.” Soda says. 

“No, I’m fine. I wanna go to bed.” I try to stand, but Darry comes and sweeps me into his arm–one hand under my legs, the other around my back. He walks into his bedroom and gently places me on the bed.

“You staying in here tonight?” I ask him.

“Why wouldn’t I?” he responds with a question of his own. He pulls back the covers and climbs in. “I’m sorry I let you go on that date.”

“I’m sorry I went on that date.”

“’S okay.” He rolls over onto his side and props his head in his hand. “Just for the record, he doesn’t deserve you if he doesn’t put you on a pedestal. You should be his queen, and he should treat you like one.” He leans over and kisses me on the tip of my nose. “Goodnight (Y/N).”


Character/pairing: Sam x reader
Book/song line: “I want to be drunk when I wake up on the right side of the wrong bed.”

Submitted by: anonymoose ;) ANNNNGGGGGSSSSTTTTTT

Your sister and Dean were arguing about who had won the last game of poker, a fairly frequent occurrence during your weekly game night. You were startled to find that Sam was already looking at you when you looked up from stacking the cards back into the game case. It sent a jolt like an electric-tinged chill up your spine. The best you could do back was to smile at him briefly and tear your eyes away.

“Well, I’m heading to bed I think,” your sister said, yawning and stretching. She stood and wrapped her arms around Sam’s neck from behind, leaning in close to give him a kiss. “Are you coming to bed?” she asked him pointedly. 

Your stomach tightened into a knot. “’Scuse me,” you said with a forced smile. You gathered a few empty bottles and glasses and exited for the kitchen abruptly. 

Once there all you could do was lean over the sink, white-knuckling the edge of the counter, trying to think of anything but what you actually were thinking of… Footsteps behind you jolted you into action. You blasted the water on and grabbed the soap and a sponge.

“Relax. It’s just me,” Dean said. 

You dropped the pretense of washing the dishes and spun to face him where he was leaning against the table giving you a knowing look. “Y/N…” he started.


He tightened his lips into a disappointed grimace. “Come on. You have to do something about this. I know it’s going to suck but–”

“But? But?! My sister, Dean! My sister! How could I do that to her?” you demanded. “I can’t. I can’t do that.” You couldn’t meet Dean’s eyes.

He let out a heavy sigh. “Then you’re going to be stuck just where you are now. Wouldn’t you rather regret going for it than sitting back and not trying?”

You glared at him. “I’d regret ruining my relationship with the one blood relative I have left that I actually care about.” There was a tense silence that stretched far longer than was comfortable before you finally broke it. “I’m going to bed. Tell them goodnight for me…”

“Wait,” Dean called after you.

“Goodnight, Dean.” You hugged him, long enough for him to sigh heavily again and plant a kiss on the top of your head. 

“Goodnight…” he murmured, and then you were gone with a soft padding of stocking feet.

Dean wandered back out into the library to find Sam still sitting at the table, a fresh glass of something in front of him. “Isn’t that like your fourth nightcap?” Dean asked.

Sam glowered at him momentarily. “Pot. Kettle. Black,” he said.

Dean pulled a face and shrugged. “Fair enough.” He poured himself a share of the amber liquid too and sat down across from his little brother. “Isn’t someone waiting for you?” Dean asked.

Sam’s jaw tensed. “Yeah, I–I told her I’d be in in a bit…” He hesitated. “Where’s Y/N?”

Dean was just about ready to scream. “Bed too. Told me to tell you ‘goodnight.’”

“Oh… okay.” Sam drank deeply from his glass, nearly draining it.

Dean raised his eyebrows at his little brother. “Something you want to share with the class? Thoughts, maybe?”

Sam shook his head. “No.”

Dean left a beat of silence. “You know, you’ve been putting kind of a dent in my whiskey lately. You think I haven’t noticed? Was I supposed to just pretend that new bottle I bought was 2/3 empty when I bought it.”

Sam shifted uncomfortably and gulped down the tightness in his throat to little effect. 

“Sammy… come on. Talk to me. What the hell is going on in long-maned head of yours?”

“I’m in love with Y/N,” he blurted out. “And it’s a mess. I’m with her sister. I’m dating her sister! And I’m love with Y/N.”

Dean stared across the table at Sam’s tortured expression. 

“So you know what? I’m taking a leaf out of your book and having a few nightcaps… that way when I wake up in the morning on the right side of the wrong bed, maybe I won’t fucking care so much.” He downed the little remaining in his glass. “And I really can’t deal with a lecture from you right now, Dean, so just–just don’t.”

Sam stalked out.

“Jesus fu–am I living in the goddamn Twilight zone or some shit? Didn’t I just have this conversation?!” Dean muttered aloud to himself. “There is not enough fucking whiskey in the world right now for this shit…” And with that he poured himself another.