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Riverdale Appreciation Week (And a half)

Day 4: Scene
The full RAW list can be found here!

I am choosing this scene in episode 3 because it is the first real interaction we get to see between Betty and Jughead.

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We get to see how comfortable they are in each other’s presence and get a glimpse at the fact that they have been friends for a while. Their conversation is so natural and honest and filled with chemistry.

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We get the iconic “Juggie” nickname!

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We get to see Betty choosing Jughead as someone to help her because she knows that he also has a thirst for the truth. They bond over this mutual desire to figure what happened in their town.

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We get to see Jughead pretend to give demands but end up agreeing anyways even though none of his demands were really met. (Because we all know that Betty is his weakness)

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And we get to see them already finishing each other’s sentences and being on the same wavelike!

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  • Me: I have so much that needs to get done.
  • Me: *Spends the next five hours looking at my favorite tag*
  • Me: *looks at the clock*
  • Me: I regret nothing.

I love when my girlfriend sends me selfies randomly because she’s so beautiful and cute. I love seeing her smile! It’s contagious 🙈

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I felt him approach before he spoke, keeping his voice quiet and soft. ‘I have been looking for you at the club. Why are you still here?’ 

‘Remembering,’ I mumbled, turning to look at him. He stopped next to me, gaze fixed on the vast gardens, the only thing left of the estate that lay in shambles behind us. ‘Is it bad that I did not feel anything? When she died? When I saw Sorcha… my heart broke and I cried for days, but for her I couldn’t shed a single tear. Is that bad? Am I evil?’ 

He sighed. ‘I never hated anyone in my life. It’s not the way of our people. But with your mother I have come very close.’ 

‘She was trying to protect her bloodline, I guess.’ 

‘And she was destroying everything that stood in her way in the process,’ he added. 

‘Is that not the way of every witch?’ 

‘Not your way. If it were, I would not be standing here.’ He turned, touching my cheek with cold fingertips. ‘It’s been a lifetime of darkness for us, Heda Wardwell, but now the witch is gone. For the first time in your life you get to really choose. And something tells me you will make the right choice.’ 

I grinned. ‘You’re only saying that because the right choice includes you.’ 

‘Not necessarily. But I would be honoured.’ I leaned against his side and we both looked back at the stony remains of the estate. ‘So?’ he asked after a moment, ‘What will it be?’ 

I sighed. The stones were still. There was a silence about them, lifeless and cold. The estate was truly gone. And we were standing in its ashes young and free. ‘We rebuild and we survive. Together.’ 

And for the moment, the dogs in the distance stopped barking. 


The End


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FeanorianWeek Day #4

·         Day 4- Caranthir - > Childhood, Betrayal, Lordship, Dwarves & Humans, Marriage, Appearance

 “You are a great champion of Men, are you not?” Maedhros does not even look up at him as he speaks, instead focusing on the papers strewn across his vast oak desk. Caranthir would suspect a deliberate slight if he did not know how utterly real – and really intolerable – his eldest brother’s concentration is.

Not to mention that if Maedhros glances up too quickly, his eyes look wrong in the light. And Caranthir has gone for his sword, instinctively, more than once.

 Maedhros takes care not to look at him much anymore.

But: “I am not,” Caranthir settles for saying. “I know nothing of Men, save Haleth and her kin.” 

If Curufin were here, he would make some snide remark about how well Caranthir must know Haleth. If Celegorm were here, he would laugh uproariously, jostling Caranthir in obvious collusion with his favored younger brother. If Maglor were here, he would toss up his hands and exclaim that he is done with the lot of them. If the Ambarussa were – well.

 But Caranthir’s brothers are not here, instead scattered to the corners of Beleriand on their own futile errands. And that is only if not dead, and doomed, and gone beyond reach…

“But you know them,” Maedhros says absently. “You have had dealings with them recently.” 

“Forty years ago!” Caranthir exclaims.

“As Arien goes, yes?” Maedhros waves a dismissive hand. “So, recently. And since when have you followed such a count of years, brother?”

Since we have lost any sense of how else time might be reckoned, Caranthir wants to say. Since the Trees that I barely remember and you cannot recall much better withered and died, and we are left at the mercy of Maiar and meteorology.

Since I realized I had no other option.  

Aloud, though, he only scoffs. “Since I first learned how, that is when, and by that accounting, forty years is a long time.”

“If so you claim,” Maedhros says, forgetting his company enough for long enough to look up. He must mean to show his skepticism but all Caranthir can see is the orc

 blood-red slit-eye monster-kind kin-killer

until, realizing his mistake – or the white-knuckled grip that Caranthir is keeping to the hilt at his side – Maedhros ducks his head back to his papers with a grunt.

 “But I will not believe, not for a heartbeat, that one of the Noldor can fall so far from our roots that he would actually hold to time kept by the Sun, of all things.”

 It matters not whether you believe it, and Caranthir knows this with all the surety of his bones. For we are all none of us the Noldor – the Eldar – the creatures – we once thought we were.  

 Aloud, though, he only scoffs, and idly wonders if this is the way that all their dealings must go from this day forward.

“Believe what you must to keep yourself functioning. And tell me more about this Ulfang you wish me to grant land in Lothlann.”

Life or Death (Hamilton x Male!Reader) 2

Words: 2200+

Warnings: blood, disapproval of same-sex relationships, sex mentions

A/N: by popular demand, i made a part two of this. i had no idea where the plot was going to go, but i guess this is okay? enjoy!

Part 1


You groaned, opening one eye. The sun was shining brightly down on you, burning your irises. You pulled yourself up off the fence, stretching your back from the awkward position that you were in all night. By the sun and the empty streets, it was probably around seven in the morning. You stumbled up, attempting to walk with your wobbly legs. You pulled your bag from the bench, and began proceeding in the direction of your house.

It took you a few minutes to get there, your grogginess getting the best of you. As you were walking down your block, you finally remembered why you were outside. โ€œHamilton!โ€ You yelled, widening your eyes. You quickly touched your neck, feeling nothing but smooth skin. You looked at your clothes, blood staining them. โ€œWhat the-ow!โ€ You touched your face, the skin tender.

Oh right. Bruises.

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I’m so sorry...

A while back (like a week or so) I asked for prompts because I didn’t have many fic ideas. Many of you sent in requests and I am so grateful!! However, lately I can’t seem to bring myself to sit down and write any of them. 

I feel so crappy about it, and I’m sure one day I’ll get slapped across the face with a way to write them but I just wanted to let you know why it’s taking me so long  to get them done. 

Hope you can deal with me and have patience about this. 

…on the plus side, I’m less than 10 away from my next 100. Which is crazy since I just hit 600 at the beginning of this month.. So thanks for liking my stuff and tolerating the swarm of emotions that has colonized in the creative parts of my mind. 

anonymous asked:

hi maddie i hope you're having a fabulous day! i was just curious as to whether or not iinyh will be up tomorrow or not? tbh i can't believe you jumped right into another multichap and understand if you need more time to write/edit lol

I hope you guys are having a fabulous day too <3 <3 <3 I’m afraid the first chapter of IINYH won’t be out tomorrow! I’ve written it but I think I’m going to rewrite it because there are some things I want to change!!

I’d give you an estimated date but I’m not quite sure – possibly Sunday or Monday! Busy weekend OTL