one of the swarm

I feel like Lance would be the one to propose but it’d in the worst possible situation.

Like, he doesn’t have a ring or a special night planned, it’s just a sudden thought he has when they’re in the middle of battle.

Keith and Lance have been dating for a while now (a year? Five? Idk, you decide) and one day when the team is separated and Keith and Lance are swarmed by Galra fleets. They’re standing back to back, covering each other.

And Lance just turns around and looks at Keith and all he thinks is

Holy shit I love this boy, I have to marry him.

So he’s trying to tell Keith but hey, these two are in the middle of battle they don’t have time to talk about marriage and a happily ever after.

But then they both manage to find cover. Lance is laying down defence fire before darting back down to where Keith is lying with his sword, trying to contact the others through the damaged comms and Lance just says over the sound of explosions and gun shots

“I want to marry you!”

And Keith is shocked at first, trying to process what his boyfriend just said and Lance repeats himself

“Lets get married!”

before Keith’s all like

“You’re proposing to me NOW?!”

And Lance tries to explain between attacks that he knows they’re at war and it’s the worst time to get married but he also knows that they could lose each other and at any moment and he wants to be able to call him his husband even if it’s just for one day.

And Keith just grabs his hand and runs through enemy lines, taking out Galra soldiers and telling him how much of an idiot he is.

But as they’re running away, Lance feels Keith’s hand tighten around his and he just says “yes”

And at first Lance is confused until Keith just glances back at him

“If we manage to get out of this alive, then yes, I will marry you.”

And Lance gets the biggest smile on his face because he has a fiance


Bonus:

Pidge over the comms: “Did my virgin ears just hear a marriage proposal”

Your friends all crushing on Damian Wayne

• You thought they were joking when they pointed to Damian.

•You gave him the nickname Double A.

•Arrogance and Animosity.

•They had a hard time trying to figure out how to get his attention.

•Once they tried just walking up to him to start a conversation.

•Instant fail, he ignored them all.

•He constantly glares at your group when they whisper about him.

•Once glared directly at you.

•You gave a sheepish smile and a slight wave.

•Valentines day was a disaster.

•So was Christmas.

•He dumped all the presents in the trash.

•"You still like Double A?“
•"Yes!, he’s just playing hard to get.”
•"Uh… I mean if you want to put it that way.“

•You once had to grab a book from the library a couple blocks away.

•Damian was walking in front of you.

•Both ended up waiting for the stop light.

•"Why are you following me Y/N?”

•How does he know your name????

•"Not following you, just trying to get to the library. My friends would be the one’s to follow you though.“

•Damian huffed
•"Which is quite the nuisance.”

•"Yeah… sorry about that.“

•You gave Damian a sympathetic smile.

•He turned his head to the other side pretending to look at the passing cars.

•Actually he just got flustered and had to calm himself down.

•Damian stuck his hand towards you.

•"Since your not following me I wish to become acquaintances.”

•You shook his hand.

•"Friends would also be nice too.“

•For some reason he really like touching your hand.

•It was warm and soft. He wanted to hold your hand again.

•3 months later and your friends still were in to Damian.

•You stopped calling him Double A since he sometimes… sometimes talks to you.

•One day he just walked up to your table.

•You friends flipped out and swarmed him.

•"What do you need Damian?” One of your friends ask twirling her hair.

•"Y/N.“

•Everyone froze.

•Your friends all looked at you.

•"Y/N?”

•"Yes Y/N.“

•He slightly nudged your friends out of the way.

•He stood there with a stoic expression, you had a nervous one.

•"Will you accompany me to a museum this Saturday?”

•You wordlessly nodded your head giving a slight grin seeing your friends expressions.

•Damian nodded and began to walk away.

•You saw his mouth curve into small smile as he sat back down.

Voyager was a show in which:


An alien from another galaxy died and became a rock.

“There’s coffee in that nebula.”

Harry Kim died twice in the first season alone; did not get a promotion.

Tom Paris avoided criminal punishment because of a dog.

The ship had to be submissive to a frustrated space fish-worm.

Torres literally had a split personality.

Kes ate dirt.

Kes happened at all.

Tuvok and Paris changed rank in the first season with no explanation.

Harry Kim traveled into an alternate time and space dimension; did not get promotion.

Neelix got into a food fight with Paris.

Q turned the ship into a Christmas tree ornament.

“Get the cheese to sickbay.”

The Doctor got beamed into space for five seconds.

Paris and Janeway turned into lizards.

Seven of Nine had nightmares about a bird.

Harry Kim built the Astrometrics Lab; did not get a promotion.

“You hit the wrong ship!” “It wasn’t my fault!” “Well then who’s fault was it, the torpedoe’s? You’re supposed to tell it what to do!”

Tuvok was stranded on a planet with small children.

The ship got transported back to 1996, and was not the weirdest thing around.

“Vulcans do not hydro-sail.”

Paris found a Hirogen head.

Harry Kim saved the ship from the future; did not get a promotion.

A dead crewmember changed species and briefly came back.

Seven had Borg multiple-personalities.

The Doctor had daydreams that threatened the ship.

Tuvok had a dream about walking naked around the ship.

“Alien bugs, or alien fisticuffs. Oooh that’s a tough one.”

“Very large germs” swarmed the ship.

The Doctor secretly impersonated half the crew.


Some kind of fantastic show!

When you’ve had a lot of exposure to the SJ side of Tumblr, you’ll start to pick up common abusive tactics they use to instill control over people who are unsure of what side they want to be on.

The most common type I’ve seen was projection. It’s when someone wants to remove all accountability from the actions resulting from bad traits they hold by attributing those bad traits onto you. And I’ve seen it in this form the most: Somebody could go into hysterics about the supposed ‘self-hate’ you have because of certain political views you hold (that don’t apparently “line up” with your minority status), but a quick scroll down through their blog would either reveal those typical self-depreciating posts, how much they hate/want to kill themselves, or how nobody else likes them.

They tell you not to talk to certain people they perceive to be bigoted based on their very broad definition of one. If that doesn’t work, they’ll resort to toying with your emotions. I’ve talked about this before, but they’ll insist that nobody else (outside of the minority group they’re apart of) cares about them. Basically it usually goes like: “If you associate with them, they’ll drop you in a heartbeat when you don’t become useful to them anymore, but since we’re the only people who supposedly care about you, you’re better off staying with us no matter how much abuse we throw at you.” They feel threatened when anyone, especially other minorities who are expected to have camaraderie with them at all costs, point out faults within their mindset so they resort to this particular tactic.

There’s also the “Preemptive Defense” strategy which a lot of narcissists love to use. I didn’t know there was an exact word for this, but I’ve seen this one play out way too often on here. It’s when someone says you should trust them right off the bat because they’re a “nice person”. But on here it comes in the form of trusting someone - especially believing whatever they say without question - because they’re a minority of some sorts. Because they’re a minority and therefore inevitably ‘oppressed’, everything they say, they say with good intentions (or everything they say is right) even if it comes in the form of overtly abusive language.

And you can’t really do shit about it cause, “You gotta listen to them or else you’re speaking over them and denying their right to a voice!”

Another attribute that narcissists share (and lots of people on here) are subjecting people to “smear campaigns”. They control how others see you by making themselves out to be the good person while you’re the toxic one. A smear campaign is a preemptive strike to sabotage your reputation and slander your name so that you won’t have a support network to fall back on lest you decide to detach and cut ties with this toxic person. They may even stalk and harass you or the people you know as a way to supposedly “expose” the truth about you; this exposure acts as a way to hide their own abusive behavior while projecting it onto you. I think I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve seen this happen here.

They deliberately misrepresent your thoughts and put words in your mouth too. They’ll try their damn hardest to rephrase whatever you say to make your opinions sound like garbage. This gives them a sense of power as everybody comes running to their side and away from yours because they purposely misinterpreted the core argument you made in your post. One of their favorite approaches is finding something slightly off with your wording and using that to twist the point you made while moving the goalposts at the same time. I made a post that said ‘Radfems will call a transwoman a man because they raped somebody as if men are the only ones capable of rape’ and I got swarms of replies talking about how I didn’t care about the rape victim affected (which they ironically proceeded to deny his identity by referring to him as a ‘’female’’ because he was a transman) because I happened to bring up a different issue at that time. Either that or I was a rape apologist.

Once they lose that sense of control – because you disagree with their thought process – they’ll either try to strip of you of your identity or use fear-tactics (i.e: nobody cares for you except for us) as a consequence of not conforming to their political views. “If someone’s reaction to you setting boundaries or having a differing opinion from your own is to threaten you into submission, whether it’s a thinly veiled threat or an overt admission of what they plan to do, this is a red flag of someone who has a high degree of entitlement and has no plans of compromising.”

Then comes the oversimplifications and generalizations of complicated matters. They’re left-wing versions of reactionaries, they don’t bother to look at things from different perspectives; they instead apply their own bias where they see fit. They have no concept of nuance and dismiss people who point this out.

“Home”

AN // 2 posts in 1 week? That’s probably a record and I wouldn’t get used to it my loves. Also this is full of cheese i’m sorry but also you’re welcome.

Requested? // Yes

Requests are open // request here

TW // none

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Based on Home By Michael Bublé

Home

Another summer day has come and gone away, in Paris and Rome but I wanna go home

The story goes on and the birds they chirp and the hearts they beat, the world keeps spinning when he’s without her, but time seems to stop. He’s constantly on the move, from planes to busses to the stage, his days are so full of a million different faces, all with eyes filled with adoration for him, but none of them are hers. These days made up of endless streams of love and scenery taken straight out of a movie scene should be flying by, but there’s this silent longing he has. Bone deep in homesickness, it’s making his days feel like months and it’s like time is taunting his loneliness. You see he’s not lonely for company, he can’t get a minute to himself, he’s lonely for home, he’s lonely for her.

I miss you, you know

She has a soul made from wildflowers and streetlights in her eyes and everything feels out of balance without her around. His world is covered by a sky of melancholy cloud lines and he knows it’s selfish but he hopes it’s cold wherever she is so she wants to be near him even that much more. It’s true what they say, that distance makes the heart grow fonder, because every second that he’s away from her his heart aches just that little bit more. 

I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you

He writes her every day, paper love confessions full of little conversations like the ones they’d have at 2am in bed when he’s with her but still stuck on a different timezone and she’s missed his voice where she’d ask how he was in a tired voice and he’d say simply with a half grin on his face ‘I’m fine baby, how are you?’. They’re full of everything he misses, her singing in the shower as he brushes his teeth, cooking together, whispered ‘I love you’s’ before they fall asleep, the little things. He would send them but they don’t feel like enough, like his words don’t mean enough, like they don’t reveal enough. He’d write her a novel if he could just to let her know that he’s thinking of her.

I’m lucky I know, but I wanna go home

Don’t get me wrong he loves his jobs, forever grateful for getting to do what he loves, but there’s this her shaped hole in his chest that becomes more obviously evident the longer he’s away from her. He craves the comfort, the off-white walls decorated with fairy lights and Polaroid pictures held up with string and pegs that show memories that make his heart swell. He longs for the feeling of a different scene, one full of warmth and love. He longs for home.

This was not your dream, but you always believed in me

He knew she couldn’t come with him this time. Knows she has dreams of her own and she refused to be bored, chiefly because she wasn’t boring. She wasn’t fulfilled, she had bigger dreams than to watch him live his. He knew that, knew she had to live for herself, knew she couldn’t be with him all the time, but that doesn’t make him any less desirous for her presence. He also knows she believes in him though, he can feel it even when she’s a thousand miles away. There’s always an overwhelming sense of pride in her smile when she watches him shine under the heat and glow of a spot light and it makes him feel safe in his ambitions. Witnessing so much love in one look almost brings him to his knees. She’s the reason he believes in a light at the end of the tunnel because he knows that after it all, the fame and fortune and Riviera views, he gets to go home to that smile that makes it all worth while. 

It’ll all be alright, I’ll be home tonight

His last night of tour is full of mixed drinks and mixed emotions. Never knowing how to feel when the lights dim and the songs have been sung for the last time in a while. It’s a bittersweet end to an era but he can’t wait to be in her arms again, or just even in her presence. Can’t wait to walk through the door and smell that faint smell of vanilla and honey and he knows she’ll be waiting to love every jet-lagged piece of him. The togetherness will feel like everything falling back into place and when he holds her for the first time in forever he’ll think back on all the beautiful places he’s been and how none of them compare to this. To her.

I’m coming back home

Flowers for my sister

A/N: So when I was in Jr/Sr high they had fundraisers where for a dollar someone could buy you a rose & have it sent to on Valentine’s day. Throughout the day people would go into the classroom & pass out the flowers. They had notes on it with who it was from & whatever message they wanted. So I’m sitting here going “what fic should I write for Valentine’s day & this popped into my head.” Reader is Dean’s twin. The ending is kinda rushed but that’s because it’s bedtime but I wanted to post this on actual Valentine’s Day. Enjoy my loves.

Dean x Sister!Reader    Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by queerevens

Originally posted by wincester-oops

You nearly collapsed as you set your lunch tray down at the same table that Dean was already sitting at. Dean quirked an eyebrow at you, “What’s up with you?” He questioned. You ignored him by pretending to be very interested in the disgusting lunch that was in front of you. “Aye,” Dean said while kicking your leg under the table.

“What?” You hissed at him.

“What’s going on? Why are you all, moody?” He asked.

“Nothing. Just drop it, okay?” You replied before taking a bite out of the lunch the school provided for you.

“It’s not nothing if you’re acting like a-” Dean began but was interrupted by Sam rushing over to the table.

“Y/N are you okay?” Sam asked, out of breath from running, “I heard what happened and ran ove-”

“I’m fine Sam. Just drop it. Both of you. Okay?” You told them.

“Sam. Spill. Now.” Dean demanded.

“Sam, you open your mouth and you’re gonna regret it.” You replied.

Sam looked between you and Dean; you were both his older siblings, both of you were his heroes, normally he did what you asked, but this time he couldn’t.

“It’s Valentine’s day right? So these guys-” Sam started.

“Seriously Sam. Drop. It.” You hissed at him.

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Why taking honey doesn't harm bees

Bees actually dont spend their entire lives collecting honey! Bees only collect honey for storing at the very end of their life. For most of their lives they are nurse bees, or collecting pollen and nectar for short term storage (like feeding their brood) Baby bees actually eat a mix of uncured nectar and pollen, not honey.

A bee colony in an area like texas will need about 50 pounds of honey to make it through winter with more to spare. Because these bees were bred to store more honey than they naturally need, colonies often produce upwards of 80 pounds of honey a year.
A good beekeeper will not harvest honey from a first year bee colony because they need a surplus to build comb with. After the first year the bees will produce very little, if any, brood comb as it is already large enough to sustain a good population. A second year bee colony will produce far more honey than necessary.

Lets say you were to just leave the bees alone, letting them build up honey.
Firstly, your bees would swarm. Swarming is a dangerous thing for bees, very few swarms survive. They risk being sprayed by humans or moving into bad places (such as inside someones house)
Another thing that can happen when youre colony swarms is small hive beetle. Small hive beetles take advantage of any unguarded honeycomb (after a swarm there will be less bees guarding the comb) and they will wreck havoc. I have seem this first hand and its is awful. Too much honey is not a good thing.
It’s irresponsible to let the bees run out of room like that, which is why taking honey is useful. You take a box of honey, and you put an empty one on. Now that the bees have more space to build comb, their swarming instict will be surpressed. A honeybound hive is easily at rist of collapse.
Although it sounds nice to “leave all the honey for the bees” it honestly is not helping them. They have absolutely no need for such a surplus they were bred to collect.
I know this sounds like a dumb human who acts like they know more than the bees, but its true.

Heat

Originally posted by hohbi

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: street racing au, smut, angst

word count: 23k

description: Street racing was your dirty little secret, you could never get enough of the thrill, of the adrenaline that pumped through your veins like a drug. You were used to being the best. The competition would all fall miles behind as you thundered down the empty streets. 

But then Jung Hoseok showed up in town, bringing with him an arrogant manner and cocky attitude and you’re soon forced to acknowledge that you aren’t as undefeatable as you’d once believed. 

warnings: mentions of alcoholism


For you, street racing had always been an addiction.

You had told yourself it would be a one off thing. After all, it was reckless, irresponsible, dangerous and so very unlike you. You who had been so studious and dedicated your entire life, you who rarely drank and had never even tasted the bitter smoke of a cigarette.

It was hard to remember the first time you did it, you’d been so high on adrenaline that the details of the night all seemed to melt together into a confusing smudge of events. All you knew was that when you had sat behind that wheel after finally being persuaded, when your foot pressed down hard on that accelerator and when you heard the tumultuous sound of the engines roaring, you felt more alive than you ever. Nothing else had mattered, handing in work before the deadlines, wondering how you were going to pay for dinner, fixing the leak in your roof, all those things became so laughably unimportant. Your only objective was to cross that finish line.

It felt better than getting good grades, better than alcohol, better than sex.

Of course, the next morning, like any student with a good reputation, you were desperate to sweep your temporary recklessness under the rug. More than reckless, street racing was completely illegal. You were aware of the risks, you could get fired and kicked out of university, you had already stepped far too close to treacherous territory.

But like all drugs, once you get hooked, despite your better judgement, you always keep coming back and back for more. You constantly chase that elusive feeling, the feeling you got the very first time. So you donned a biker helmet, the kind where even the eye screen was made of blacked out plastic, just to ensure no one would ever figure out who you were, and you gave into the addiction, you let it consume your very being.

And it couldn’t be denied, you were a fucking good racer.

So good in fact, that after about a year of racing, no one could beat you. No one, that is, until Jung Hoseok showed up in town.

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What happened at the Singapore airport

I went to the Jongin tag recently and saw many asks about this and some misunderstanding. I saw some people were saying he’s being ‘arrogant’ for asking why are people touching him at that time and I don’t understand how one can say that.

From this vid, you can hear he was asking “왜날만질까?” (why are they touching me?) and the wording ‘ㄹ까’ at the end that he used suggested that he was talking to himself, something like you say in your head or alone when you’re talking to yourself, so it wasn’t directed to the fans at all.

Another thing is that he said ‘만질까’. If in that situation where he’s touched by people he doesn’t know personally and if he used the word 만지다, it can’t be his arm or hand, it should be at least his butt or it wasn’t a simple touch. The word is very sexual. It should be considered a harassment and instead of flipping out and lashing on fans, all he did was talking to himself, ‘wait, why are people touching me’.. which showed how nice he was the way he just laughed it off and that’s why it hurts us fans who watched the video even more.

Even in that situation where he was the one swarmed by fans and got pushed, he saw a fan fell down and asked if she is okay. All he said the whole time was “wait/just a second..” repeatedly instead of getting mad or tell others to stop. He has been way too polite, he was too nice..

Feeling sorry for what happened, a fan brought a board to the concert saying “we are really sorry for yesterday at the airport”

He saw the board, took a time to read and with a smile he said, “ 괜찮아, 괜찮아” (it’s okay, it’s okay).

[source]

(also I gotta say don’t blame on the Singaporean fans, it’s mostly the fans who flew in from other countries and waited at the arrival area)

I’m just writing this just because I couldn’t stand people saying how he was being ‘arrogant’ or things like ‘just because he’s an idol doesn’t make him better than anyone else’ just because he was asking why people are touching him.. let me stress again, it wasn’t a normal touch and he wasn’t directing it to the fans. He said ‘it’s okay’ with a smile because Kim Jongin is that kind hearted but who knows whatever he felt at that time at the airport. So from my post I just hope people can see how the kind of person he is from this situation..

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“taken.” you stated, pushing the men away from you.

“oh yeah, by who?” the Men sneered.

Ivar watched from his throne, “me.” he said as you walked over and sat on his lap, his fingers toyed with the ax and the men quickly dispersed, Ivar turned to you, “what am i going to do with you?” he asked, “i look away for one second and men swarm on you,”

“you dont have to do anything with me.” you shrugged, “im yours. completely. now those men on the other hand…” you grinned.

Ivar gripped your waist tighter with one hand while the other swung his ax in the air, “i like the sound of that.” 

Secrets- Riverdale X Reader chapter 1- The rivers Edge ((Jughead Jones))

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

Fandom: riverdale

 Warnings: none

 Word count: lots

notes: let me know if you want more of this! is anyone actually interested?

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 You studied yourself in the bathroom mirror intently. You still looked the same.

Same (E/C) eyes, same (H/C) hair. But you weren’t the same, not after what had happened over the summer. 

After that summer, nothing could ever be the same.

 The girl in the mirror was you, but you had no idea who that was. On July 3rd of this year, your mother had told you a closely guarded secret about the circumstances surrounding your birth, the reason your mom had left riverdale, and who your father really was. She felt you finally needed to learn the truth.

You were a Blossom…well, sort of.

When Cheryl and Jason’s mother was pregnant with the twins, their Father, Clifford Blossom, had developed a wandering eye…and it had wandered straight to your mother. They had been together 2 months before your mother had found out she was pregnant. 

So, your father had taken immediate action. He had paid your mother two hundred thousand to take you and herself far away and to keep her mouth shut.
But when your Grandmother got sick, all bets were off. 

So your Mother had sat you down and told you everything. Including that you were moving back to Riverdale within the week, a town you had both left behind you, and for good reason.

The next day, Jason Blossom had gone missing.

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Nearly 3 months later and here you were, getting ready for your first day of school at Riverdale High. It was terrifying having this huge secret weighing you down, especially when your newly discovered half sister went to your school. 

You ruffled a shaky hand through your hair and walked out of the bathroom. The last thing you needed was added attention from being late on day one.

You left your house and stepped out into the warm September air.

You walked towards the school, the slight breeze making the residual summer heat a little more bearable.

When you got to the high school, it was swarming with teens. Each one in their own little world, greeting friends they haven’t seen in months with warm smiles and thankfully, ignoring you.

You wandered in to the school caught up in your thoughts and anxieties, before running smack into a blonde girl, her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.

You lost your balance and went tumbling, taking the blonde girl with you. You hit the ground with a thud and she landed next to you right after. Face flushed red in embarrassment, you jumped up and started apologizing rapidly “Oh crap are you okay? I’m so sorry!“ 

The girl just waved a hand, dismissing your frantic apologies, “It’s fine, I’m alright. Don’t worry about it.“ 

Even with her reassurances, you still stuck out a hand to help her up, which she took and got up on her feet. You knew you had to be somewhere, but you still felt kinda awful.                                                                                                 

"Hey, are you new?” the girl was looking at you with curiosity.

You shrugged, “Yeah I guess I am. My names (Y/N) (L/N)”                                       

The blondes face instantly lit up in recognition, “I’m Betty Cooper, your peer mentor!” Betty gave you a warm smile, which you hesitantly returned “Guess it’s a good thing I ran into you then, huh?” you laughed nervously.

 
Betty nodded at you with a smile. “I guess it is. Anyways, now that I have you, just follow me. I’m also mentoring another new student named Veronica Lodge.”

You knew that name, everyone did. Her father had been in the news for months, but you decided to keep your mouth shut. It wasn’t any of your business who Veronica’s father was or what he had done. You hoped the sentiment would be a two way street.

You caught up to a raven haired girl at the office. Her and Betty exchanged pleasantries. You didn’t really listen to the small talk but you figured this was Veronica. 

Betty and Veronica started walking. You quickly caught up and walked alongside them.

 "Soooo…I usually start off my tours with a little history and context” Betty began, “Riverdale High first opened its doors in 1941 and–”

Veronica cut Betty off mid sentence. “And hasn’t been redecorated since, apparently. Honestly, I feel like I’m wandering through the lost epilogue of our town.” you smiled at Veronica’s comment. The school seriously did have a ‘vintage’ sort of air.

Veronica was talking again, “So whats the social scene here like? Any nightclubs?”

Before Betty could answer, a new guy with brown hair and a green sweater came up beside you, before moving in front, walking backwards to be face to face with the 3 of you. “A strip club called the Ho Zone, and a tragic gay bar called Innuendo.” Your lips quirked up at the edges at the ridiculous club names.
Green sweater continued his list of social activities.

“Friday nights, football games. And then tailgate parties at the mal-mart parking lot. Saturday night is movie night, regardless of whats playing at the Bijou. And you better get there early because we don’t have reserved seating in Riverdale. And Sunday nights? Thank GOD for HBO.”

Betty smiled as the boy wrapped a friendly arm around her shoulder, “Veronica lodge, (Y/N) (L/N), Kevin Keller. Veronica and (Y/N) are new here, Kevin is–” Betty started to introduce the three of you but was once again cut off by Veronica, “Gay. Thank god. Let’s be best friends.” She stuck a hand out for him to shake. 

You gave him a smile and a polite “Hello” but Kevin’s attention was on Veronica.
Kevin took her hand and gave it a quick shake, before leaning in conspiratorially. 

“Is it true what they say about your dad?” he said in a semi hushed tone. Betty shot him a warning glare and you inhaled a sharp breath. But Veronica just took it in stride, a noticeably more guarded expression on her face. 

“That he’s the devil incarnate?…I stand by my father.“ 

She crossed her arms and gave Betty a pointed look, "Does everyone here know?” Betty and Kevin were silent, refusing to meet her gaze. “Judging by the looks you’ve been getting? I think so.” You blurted out before you could stop yourself.

Veronica gave an annoyed tight lipped smile, “Wonderful. Ten minutes in and I’m already the blue jasmine of riverdale high.”

Veronica stormed off and Betty gave Kevin another pointed look. Kevin shrugged and shook his head. 
"What?” Kevin asked, but instead of answering, Betty just followed Veronica. You followed Betty, Kevin close behind.

By the time you had caught up to Betty, she and Veronica were already back to chatting about Riverdale Highs social calendar. So you just fell into step beside them.

“So there’s everything Kevin already told you and- oh, of course, there’s the back to school semi-formal dance this weekend–” Betty was yet again cut off by Veronica who grabbed her arm and stopped Betty mid stride with a little gasp of excitement. “There’s the hottie you were with last night. The red-headed Ansel Elgort.”

You leaned over to Kevin “If the boys all look like that, I’m going to love Riverdale.” You joked, Kevin responded with an amused snort. 

Before you could continue your jokes about the attractive Riverdale male populace, Veronica was talking again. “Is he your boyfriend?” You were pretty sure the question was aimed at Betty but Kevin answered too,

“No we’re just friends” was Betty’s answer and "No, he’s straight.” was Kevins.
The three of you looked at Kevin, smiling in amusement at the mix up.

Veronica had an intrigued smile on her face as she watched Archie, “In that case, mind putting in a word? I’ve tried every flavour of boy but orange.”

By the look on Betty’s face you immediately knew that was a touchy subject.

“Actually, to clarify, Betty and Archie aren’t dating, but they are endgame.” Kevin informed Veronica, causing her to immediately switch gears and give Betty a matter-of-fact look. “You should ask him to the semi-formal then.”

“She should, but I heard it might be getting cancelled, because of what happened to Jason. They’re going to tell us at the assembly." 

Your breath caught at Jason’s name, a bit of paranoia gripping at you. Did he know? There was no way he knew, nobody did.
"Who’s Jason?” you rushed out in a slightly too high tone. You figured asking who he was would let you play dumb about the Blossom family as a whole. Veronica added on, “and what happened to him?" 

Betty and Kevin shared an awkward silent look, their mouths open like they were looking for the right words.

Betty was quiet as Kevin explained the July 4th incident, You knew already. You had googled the Blossoms two days after your mother had told you the truth of who you were. Just in time for you to learn of the fatal accident that took the life of an older brother you would never meet.

After Kevin was finished explaining, everyone was quiet as you walked to the gym to attend the assembly. A heavy silence hung over the four of you.
When you reached the gym you stopped dead.

 Cheryl Blossom would be in this room. As Kevin reached to pull open the doors you managed to speak. "It’s awful what happened to Jason. I hope Cheryl is going to be okay…” three pairs of eyes were immediately on you, “None of us mentioned Cheryl (y/n), how do you know who she is?” Kevin asked, his and Bettys expressions were confused and Veronicas was suspicious.

You swore internally. “I heard one of the students talking about her earlier, I just put two and two together at the name Blossom.” You lied with ease. You had always been quick at thinking on your feet…even if you hated lying.

Betty and Kevin nodded accepting your answer, but Veronicas suspicious gaze lingered on you. You were going to have to be a lot more careful around Veronica Lodge.

Your group filed into the crowded gym. Pretty much all the seats were taken except 3 near the left bottom corner and a few singles scattered around. The four of you eyed each other awkwardly.
“You guys go ahead, I’ll be fine by myself.” You smiled at them. Betty looked relieved, and then a little guilty, “Are you sure (y/n)?” You nodded “Totally sure.”

Kevin grinned. “Catch up with us after, I’ll continue to be your designated Riverdale guide.”
“See you after.” you replied, before wandering off to find a seat.

You ended up sitting next to a guy with black hair and an odd grey beanie up in the back corner. He made no acknowledgement of you when you sat down, typing away at his laptop. He was definitely interesting, you could tell that. But before you could say anything, a girl with striking red hair had begun talking.

What she said next was lost to you, all you could hear was blood rushing through your head and your pulse pounding. That was Cheryl. It was so surreal, her being 40 feet away from you, with no idea who you were. You were strangers to each other, but still siblings. Still family. But she would never know. No one could ever know. You registered her asking for a moment of silence to reflect on how Jason had touched each of the students lives, as you tried to push away the onslaught of new and powerful emotions.

The boy next to you was watching you intently, silently observing your odd reaction to Cheryls speech. The way you were gripping the seat so hard your knuckles were turning white. When you looked back and him he diverted his gaze and went back to typing.

You managed to get a grip on yourself and calm down, the earlier aura of panic, switching to bored and collected with practiced ease. You bottled stuff up, always had. That was something that hadn’t changed. 


Cheryl was speaking again and you immediately turned your focus to her.
“Thank you for that moment of silence. Many of you were lucky enough to have known my brother personally. Each and every one of you meant the world to Jason.”
Cheryls voice was calm and collected, which you thought was impressive for someone who had just lost her twin.”

But maybe Cheryl Blossom was just like that. You had no frame of reference.
“I loved my brother. He was, and always will be, my soulmate. So I speak with the confidence only a twin could have, Jason wouldn’t want us to spend the year mourning.”

The boy next to you fidgeted as Cheryl talked. You bounced your leg and tried to remain stone faced beside him. You glanced at him to see he was already looking at you. You figured it was just because you were the new girl. But his eyes seemed like he was seeing something more, trying to figure you out instead of just looking.

“Jason would want us to move on with our lives. Which is why I’ve asked the school board not to cancel the back to school semi-formal. but rather to let us use it as a way to heal collectively.–”

People all around you were cheering enthusiastically at the news about the semi-formal. Cheryl had a smile on her face that seemed genuinely warm and sincere.

“–and celebrate my brothers too, too short life on this mortal coil. Thank you all.” Cheryl walked off the small makeshift stage and exited the room.

You grabbed your bag and left through the side door as soon as the assembly was over. You had a spare block and decided to just get some air. You needed the distraction, the break.                                                                                   You sat down under a giant tree with, just enough shade to block you from the lingering summer heat. You grabbed your sketchbook and a pencil from your bag and flipped to a blank page.

You had no idea what you were drawing, you just let the pencil flick across the paper, creating lines. Pretty soon there was a familiar face staring back at you.

Cheryl.

Oaper Cheryl looked like she was scared and upset, angled away like she was running from something. You had no idea why you had drawn it.

You immediately ripped it out of your book and crumpled it up, setting it beside you to be thrown away later.
You had just started scribbling a quick sketch of a little bird that was flitting around on the ground in front of you when an unfamiliar voice startled you out of your bubble.

“So you’re an artist?”

You whipped your head around, looking at the boy from the assembly leaning against the tree.

You brought the sketchbook close to your chest defensively, “I’m drawing, so I guess I must be.” You eyed him apprehensively. “Who are you exactly?”

He shifted his laptop bag on his shoulder. “Jughead Jones. The Third. I sat next to you at the assembly.”

You raised an eyebrow in curiousity, “Jughead Jones the third. That’s…unique.”

He nodded once, looking at you expectantly.

“My names (Y/N) (L/N)–” you paused, a hint of a mischievous smile on your lips. “the first.”

Jugheads lips quirked up for a split second, before switching back to the calculating look he wore at the assembly.  

“So (Y/N), you had a pretty strong reaction to cheryls speech. Did you know Jason?”

You instantly went on the defense. Your arms crossed against your chest and your expression became guarded. “No. I didn’t know anything about him before today.” you lied.

Jughead looked like he didn’t quite believe you, his eyes searching your face for signs of deception, and his expression was hard to read. You can almost see a little press cap and vintage camera. He reminded you of a reporter and that put you more on guard. “I just lost my best friend who was part of a pair of twins. I guess it just hit home.”

Another lie.

Jughead still looked a bit suspicious, but seemed to accept your lie for now. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by Betty calling your name.

“Well, that’s my cue to leave.” Jughead remarked dryly before turning and heading in the other direction.

Betty walked over to you and greeted you with a smile. “Hey (Y/N), we didn’t see you after the assembly.”

“Yeah, sorry I just needed some air." 

Betty nodded, her ponytail swishing behind her. "Well, do you want to join us for lunch?”

You smiled, one of the few genuine smiles of that day, “I’d actually love that.”
You packed up your stuff and reached for the balled up sketch from earlier, but it was gone. You hadn’t thought the wind was enough to move it today, but you figured you had misjudged. Not that it really mattered, people didn’t exactly inspect trash. You grabbed your bag and stood up to follow the two teens.


Betty and Kevin made a Beeline for the Red-headed boy from earlier, who was sitting alone at one of the picnic tables scattered around the courtyard. When the three of you sat down he looked up and greeted Betty and Kevin with warm smiles. His eyes were filled with confusion when his gaze landed on you.

Betty quickly introduced you, “(Y/N) meet Archie Andrews.”
Archie gave you a nod of acknowledgment “Hey”

You gave him a small smile and short wave in greeting.

Archie turned his attention to Betty and pulled out a laptop. He started talking but you weren’t listening.

Jughead was staring at you from across the outdoor seating area. You ended up staring right back. His eyes were locked with yours, both of you daring the other to look away. After about a minute Betty’s voice snapped you out of your weirdly intense staring contest.

“(y/n) are you okay? You’re kinda spacing out.”

You blinked a few times to clear your head. “Yeah sorry. Just daydreaming, I guess” You glanced back over to where Jughead had been but he was gone.

Betty nodded and looked at Archie, “Alright, now that (Y/N) is paying attention, you HAVE to play your song for us.”

Archie looked a tiny bit apprehensive but you didn’t think that has anything to do with you. It was the same feeling you get when people ask to see your drawings.
Archie sighed in resignation and hit play, a soft melody pouring through his laptops speakers. it was actually really good, something you hadn’t been expecting.

The song had only been on for about 30 seconds when Veronica walked up to the table,

“Can I join?” Veronica asked with a polite smile.
Archie closed his laptop, and Betty smiled at her “yeah.”  

Veronica moved to sit down with the rest of you, “What are we doing?” Veronica asked.

A proud grin broke out onto Bettys face. “Listening to one of Archies songs.” She leaned closer to Archie.

“I thought we were gonna have to pretend to like it, but its actually really good.”
You grinned at Kevins comment. You actually had been dreading the possibility of pretending to like Archies song, you honestly didn’t have the energy.

“Yeah I actually really really liked it.” You smiled at Archie. You had really liked his song, and hoped one day you guys could actually hear the rest.

Veronica looked kind of confused as she shifted in her seat, “Wait, that was you singing something you wrote?”

Archie looked away “It’s rough.”
Betty, who was starting to sound like Archies personal cheerleader, contradicted him. “No, it’s great.” she said, that huge grin still on her face

You glanced away. Jeez, Betty had it bad for this guy.

“It’s incredible, actually. The little snippet I heard. Is that your thing? Music? Are you doing something with that?” Veronica asked Archie while Betty watched her with a weird expression.

Archie nodded and took a sip of his drink, “Yeah, that’s the plan.” He immediately changed the subject. “So, how’s your guys first day going? good?” this seemed to be directed at you and veronica. You didn’t really have an answer so you just let her answer as you shrugged.

“Not to be a complete narcissist, but I thought people would be more–”
Kevin cut her off, “Obsessed with you? Any other year you’d be trending number one for sure. This year though, its all about Cheryl trying to win the best supporting psycho Oscar for her role as Riverdale Highs bereaved red widow." 

You bristled at this,
"She just lost her twin brother, Kevin. I think you’d be a little messed up too, especially in an accident like that.” Your tone was cold and a switch from the tables previous friendly banter.


An awkward silence fell over the table. Everyone looked a little uncomfortable at your comment and gave you curious looks. After a few moments Archie grabbed his bag “I should go. Meeting with Grundy, then football tryouts.”

Veronica smiled “You play football too? What don’t you do?” she quipped as Archie walked away from the group.

As soon as he was out of earshot you wiggled your eyebrows at Betty, “That right there is a damn good pick Betty.” She ducked her head in embarrassment.
Kevin looked at Veronica and you, “Before you guys ask, no she has not invited-”

Betty suddenly looked kind of panicked and shot the three of you warning stares, “No, not yet. and don’t talk about Archie.” then she quickly went back to nonchalantly eating her food as Cheryl Blossom herself approached your table.

Cheryl walked up to the table and put her hands on her waist, a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. The shock and panic from earlier had worn off for you, now Cheryl’s presence was just a fact.

“Veronica Lodge. I’d heard whisperings– I’m Cheryl Blossom.” Cheryl had that off-putting smile on her face the whole time she spoke. “May I sit? Betty, would you mind?”

Without waiting for a response, she sat down as Betty frowned a bit and slid down to the seat directly across from you and Kevin. You shot Betty a sympathetic look as Cheryl turned her attention to the rest of you. You noted that she hadn’t bothered to introduce herself to you, even though you were new as well.
“So, what are you four hens gossiping about? Archies efron-esque emergence from the chrysalis of puberty?” Cheryl had a conspiratorial smile and Betty shook her head as a warning for you and Veronica.

“Extracurriculars. Weatherbee wants me and (y/n) to sign up for a few.” Veronica switched the focus off Archie. At the mention of your name Cheryl finally acknowledged you, looking you up and down with a judgmental stare. You shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. Cheryl seemed to deem you not totally offensive and flashed that fake smile at you as a way of acknowledging your existence.
“Cheer leading! You must. I am senior captain of the river vixens.” Cheryl moved her hair to her other shoulder and watched Veronicas reaction intently.
“Is cheer leading still a thing?” Kevin said before Veronica could answer. You stifled a laugh at the statement and the almost genuine look of confusion on his face.

Cheryl fixed him with a cold stare, annoyance lacing her tone. “Is being the gay best friend still a thing?” She then turned back to Veronica and switched back to cheer leading.“Some people say its retro. I say its eternal and iconic.” She wore a proud smirk.

“At Spence, I sat at the top of the elites pyramid. I’m in.” Veronica said, then looked at you and Betty. “Betty, (y/n) you’re trying out too.”
You just nodded, you had no intention of trying out for cheer leading but weren’t going to say anything in front of Cheryl.

Cheryl looked at you and Betty, once again with that judgy stare, “Of course! Anyone’s welcome to try out.” Cheryl looked down at Bettys plate of food with disdain, “But Betty’s already got so much on her plate right now…And being a vixen is kind of a full-time thing, but open to all!”

You clenched your fists at your sides, your temper getting the better of you. Any sympathy you may have felt for Cheryl was rapidly fading.

Cheryl got up from the table and addressed you and Veronica, “Follow me on Twitter and I’ll do the same. my handles @CherylBombshell” and with a smile she turned and walked away.

Veronica smiled in relief as soon as Cheryl was gone. “Okay go ahead and hate on cheer leading but if Hipster prince Harry–”
Betty interrupted veronica, “Oh, I’d love to be a cheerleader. It would look good on my college applications. But, last year when I tried out Cheryl said I was too fat.”

“Too season 5 Betty Draper. It was a great line.” Kevin the looked guilty and amended with “But not all all true.”

Immediately your already flaring temper got the best of you, “Seriously? Is that what that plate crack was about? that was so rude and uncalled for.”
Kevin hummed in agreement and Betty nodded sheepishly.

“I agree with (y/n), that was a total bitch move. But you’re a total smoke show now, I mean it. As hot and as smart as you are…you should be the Queen Bae of this Drab hive…look, if you want to be a River Vixen, I’ll help you prep. I have moves. You too (y/n), we can all tryout together.”

You vigorously shook your head, “Thanks for the offer, but cheer leading isn’t my scene. I’m going to have to pass. I’ll totally come and provide Moral support though.”
Veronica looked a tiny bit disappointed but nodded in acceptance, “Alright (y/n) is out, how about you Betty?”

Betty looked deep in thought for a few seconds before smiling broadly at Veronica, “Okay, you know what? Show me your moves.”
You grinned at Betty, “I bet it doesn’t hurt that Archie will get to see you at the game, in your cheerleader uniform.”
Betty flushed a deep red and Kevin and veronica both laughed light heartedly. The rest of lunch period was passed in good natured teasing and friendly banter. 


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On the day of the semi-formal you were a lot more adjusted to riverdale, Cheryl was just the schools resident mean girl and Jason was just some boy who had passed away over the summer essentially they were strangers to you. It didn’t matter that they shared a common parent anymore, It was a secret that would be kept, and hopefully completely ignored.

You were walking home from the nearby 7-11 when your phone chimed with an unread text notification. You unlocked your phone and a text from Betty filled your screen.

’(y/n) do you need a ride? we’re going to the dance at 7’
You grinned at your phone.

‘we? meaning you and Archie? ;)’
a few minutes passed with no response before Betty finally answered,

‘We meaning Veronica, Archie and me.’
You frowned at the message, Betty had apparently lost her nerve.

damn :( but no, I don’t need a ride I live like 2 blocks from the school.’
You waited for a response but Betty never answered, You figured she had been caught up in some pre-dance prep or something, and continued on your walk home.

You arrived at your house a few seconds later and unlocked the door. An empty silence greeted you, your mom was away on a business trip.  Your mother worked as a freelance consultant for big corporations and had to travel alot because of it, so you were usually alone in the house.

Growing up you had a housekeeper that would take care of you, but she had died a few years ago. And by that point you were old enough to take care of yourself, so most of the time it was just you.
When your mother was home she would generally be with your grandmother at the retirement home, your grandma had developed dementia and wasn’t usually lucid as of late. But you weren’t close to her so it was harder on your mother than on you.

You shook the depressing thoughts from your head and wandered into the kitchen and put your bag down. It was around three and you still needed to do some homework before getting ready for the dance.
You grabbed the books from your bag and plugged in your headphones, starting on your latest English assignment.

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Four hours later you were all dolled up and headed to the school, your heels clicked on the pavement as you walked, your hair was down and jostled lightly in the cool breeze.

You walked up to the schools front doors and could already hear music pouring from the gym. You walked in to see Betty standing alone.
“Hey, wheres Veronica and Archie? aren’t they your companions for the evening?”
Betty smiled a little sadly and opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by Kevin.

“Betty, (Y/n), You will not BELIEVE who just propositioned me in the bathroom. Give you a hint, his name may be moose…But I’d describe a certain appendage of his as as horse-like.”
You choked on a laugh at the description and put a hand over your mouth, “Oh man I knew one of the football players had to be gay, the small town gods demand it." 

Betty was just speechless her mouth open in shock.

Veronica showed up a few seconds later, "Hey (y/n) when did you get here?”
You shrugged, “A minute or so ago.”

She nodded in acknowledgement and turned to Kevin.
“I need a dance partner.” Veronica Grabbed Kevins hand with a grin and led him out to the dance floor. They passed Reggie and Moose on their way while the two boys were filling a flask with punch.

Kevin gave Moose an awestruck look as they passed and Moose quickly averted his gaze, which made you start laughing all over again. Your laughter caused Betty to start giggling too. But your laughter was cut short when Cheryls voice came through the loud speakers.

“Good evening, friends. are you all having a good time?”
The crowd around you clapped and cheered.

“As honorary chairperson and de facto Queen of tonights semi-formal…it is my great pleasure to introduce this evenings main entertainment. To know them is to be obsessed with them. Though they usually perform their own material– tonight they’re making an exception…And debuting a cover of the song my parents claim they were listening to the night Jason and I were conceived, this ones for you, JJ.”

You raised an eyebrow at the song choice, it was a little odd to pick something like that. But before you could comment Archie came up to you and Betty.“Sorry about that…oh hey (y/n)”

“I give you Josie and the pussycats!” Cheryl finished right after Archie spoke.
More cheering erupted around you at the mention of the bands name.
Music filled the gym as a slow song was played by the girls on the stage.

Archie turned to Betty, “Wanna dance?”
Betty broke out into a wide grin and happily accepted, leaving you standing alone at the edge of the room.

You watched with a happy grin on your face as Betty and Archie Danced, smiles on their faces. But your smile was quickly turned into a frown as Bettys face grew serious and she removed her arms from around Archies neck. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but you knew it couldn’t be good as Archie looked away from her uncomfortably.

Betty looked upset as the song came to an end and her and Archie stood stiffly beside each other.

You caught up to Kevin and Veronica by the snack table.
“did you guys see Archie and Betty? That really didn’t look good.”
Kevin and Veronica nodded and shared your worried look but before you three could discuss further one of Cheryls friends came up, and invited Veronica and you to an after party at Cheryls

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You were sitting on a couch next to Betty kind of uncomfortable and lost in your own thoughts as you stared intently at a picture of Clifford Blossom, yours and Cheryls father. It was surreal thinking about it, thinking about him, being in this house.

But Cheryls voice interrupted your thoughts.
“It’s game time at chez Blossom, kiddies. We’re going old school tonight Seven minutes in heaven. Who wants to tryst in the closet of love first? My vote is ‘A’ for Archie. Anyone care to second it?”

“Wait, actually–” Archie started to protest but Reggie cut him off.
YES! Andrews. yes.”

Cheryls smile was the sickeningly sweet one as she gestured for everyone to come closer. “All right, gather round kids. Lets see whos riding the ginger stallion tonight.”
She flicked her wrist expertly and the bottle began spinning, Betty and Veronica leaned in intently and you looked on gripped with fear for your friends, you knew Cheryl was up to something and it wasn’t going to be good.

The bottle came to a halt, pointing right between Betty and Veronica. You swore under your breath.
Oooh no way!” Reggie laughed, oblivious to the deeper problems at play.

Betty and Veronica shared an awkward look and Cheryl smirked triumphantly.
“Its clearing pointing to…the new girl. this should be fun.”

Veronica shifted uncomfortably in her seat, “Um, Im not doing this.”

“Thats up to you, but if you don’t…house rules decree the hostess gets to take your turn.” Cheryls tone was antagonistic, she knew exactly what she was doing to those three.

Instead of answering Veronica just looked defeated and Betty looked at Archie looking like she was about to cry.
They walked into the closet and shut the door, You put a hand on Betty’s shoulder and she just stared at the wall, her green eyes glistening.

10 minutes later they were still in the closet.

“Betty its okay, I’m sure Archie and Veronica would never do anything to hurt you.” You tried to reassure her.
Betty was silent and still.

Cheryl watched her with a predatory gaze, her tone was mocking and cruel “(y/n) is right Betty, I’m sure nothing is happening between them.” She smirked as a tear escaped Bettys eye and she ran from the room.

You glared at Cheryl. “Seriously?” your voice was sharp with anger, and you wanted to wipe that stupid triumphant smile off her face, but Betty was more important.

You ran out the front door into the cool night air, but Betty was nowhere in sight.
“Betty?”

No response.
You groaned in frustration and started searching for the blonde.

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Nearly half an hour later you were out of options and everything in this town was closed, except a diner called pop tates, with a resigned huff you decided to check here too as a last ditch effort.

You walked in the building and were instantly hit with the overwhelming smell of food cooking and something sweet. But food wasn’t why you were here.
You walked up to the counter and were greeted by an older man with kind eyes and a warm smile.
“Welcome to pop tates. you new in town?”

You nodded and your gaze darted around searching for Betty.
“Yeah I am listen, have you seen Betty Cooper?”

The man chuckled, “No, not tonight. but you are the second person to come in looking for her.” He gestured towards Archie who was sitting in a booth talking to Jughead. You stormed over to him.

“Archie Andrews I am going to kill you. Do you know how much you hurt Betty going into that closet? You could’ve refused! It’s not like Cheryl had a gun to your head! Or at the very least you could have have come out after the 7 minutes! You knew Betty liked you! You knew and I’m guessing those extra minutes in there weren’t filled with an innocent chat.”

Archie opened his mouth to respond but you cut him off.


“Betty doesn’t deserve this crap. And with Veronica!

way to rub salt in the–”

Archie cut your angry rant off.



“I know I messed up okay?” he looked defeated and heartbroken. “I’m going to go talk to her. I’m going to go fix this.”

“You better Andrews.” you crossed your arms and fixed him with a protective glare, but let him pass.

Jughead was staring at you with a peculiar expression on his face you couldn’t tell what was going on in his head, you didn’t care, not at the moment.

“What?” your tone wasn’t accusing or angry, just tired.

He stared at you like he was seeing you for the first time. 

“How long have you known Betty?”

You looked away and sighed, “I don’t know…a week?”


He nodded once and turned his focus back to his computer. You sat down in the seat across from him without asking and fixed him with a cryptic stare.



Jughead broke the silence, “Why?”

His question surprised you, and you just blinked.

“Why defend a girl you’ve only known for a week?” He pressed.


You sighed and looked down at your lap, your gaze refusing to meet Jugheads.

“I don’t know. people like Betty, she’s so kind and welcoming…Are so rare She accepted me and Veronica immediately. Even though Archie and Veronica had that spark, and she’s so head over heels for him…She still welcomed her welcomed us both treated us like friends. Then Veronica and Archie did what they did and hurt her so badly.”

You paused.



“This town already has enough hurting people.”

Jughead searched your face for a lie, or the hidden meaning behind your words. His Blue-green eyes met yours and you just stared right back, your face was neutral but there was a hint of sadness and Heaviness in your gaze.



You could tell he wanted you to explain further, and again you were reminded of a reporter. Digging at things that maybe should be left alone. And maybe you wanted to tell him…but you couldn’t.

You couldn’t tell anyone.



So, before Jughead had time to ask anything else, you stood up from the booth.

“I’ll see you around Jughead.”


And you left the diner, you walked home, and you went to bed.

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but for the town of Riverdale, the night was far from over.

Wizard Spells: From 4e to 5e

LEVEL 1

Arc Lightning

1st Level Evocation

Casting Time: 1 bonus action
Range: 100 feet
Components: V, S
Duration: Instantaneous

Lightning leaps from y our outstretched hand, weaving safely through your allies to slam into your foes.

You may use an action to cause lightning to arc out from you, strike a number of creatures equal to your Intelligence Modifier (Minimum of 1).

The Target must make a Dexterity Saving Throw (DC 11) or suffer 1d6 + your Intelligence Modifier in Lightning Damage. On a Successful Save, the Target takes half damage.


Chilling Cloud

1st Level Evocation

Casting Time: 1 action
Components: V, S
Duration: Instantaneous

A lingering swarm of ice crystals chills foes to the bone.

You create a 20-foot-radius circle of serrated, needle-like ice shards. Any enemy who attempts to move closer to you takes Your Intelligence Modifier in Cold Damage.

Additionally, until the end of your next turn, any enemy in a 20ft Radius takes Disadvantage to attack rolls.


Dread Presence

1st Level Necromancy

Casting Time: 1 bonus action
Range: Self
Components: V
Duration:  Concentration, up to 1 minute

Your shadow lengthens and grows, looming over your enemies and overcoming them with dread.

Each Target of Your choice that is within Line of Sight and aware of you must succeed on a DC 12 Wisdom saving throw or take 1d10 + Your Intelligence Modifier in Necrotic Damage, and the target is slowed until the end of your next turn.

Additionally, on each of your turns for the duration, you can use your bonus action to deal Necrotic Damage equal to your Wisdom Modifier to any Target already effected by the Spell.


Erupting Flare

1st Level Evocation

Casting Time: 1 bonus action
Range: Touch
Components: V
Duration: Concentration, up to 1 minute

You kindle a massive, sudden flame within your enemy. The fires burn your foe and spill out to singe any who are near it.

The Target takes 1d10 + Your Intelligence Modifier in Fire Damage, and any Creature that ends its turn adjacent to the Target before the end of the Target’s next turn takes Fire Damage equal to Your Intelligence Modifier.


Fountain of flame

1st Level Evocation

Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 50 feet 
Components: V, S
Duration: Concentration, up to 1 minute

You weave a fiery pillar that spins like a top. With each revolution, it douses your enemies with searing heat.

A burst of fire creates a 20ft. Radius zone that lasts until the end of the encounter. 

Any creature within the Radius of the burst must make a Dexterity Saving Throw (DC 13) or take 3d8 + Your Intelligence Modifier in Fire Damage.

Any enemy that enters the zone or ends its turn there takes 5 fire damage. An enemy can take this damage only once per turn.


Grasping shadows

1st Level Illusion

Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 50 feet
Components: V, S

At your command, shadows reach out, grab hold of your foes, and wreathe the area in darkness. 

A burst of darkness creates a 15ft. Radius zone of writhing shadows that lasts until the end of your next turn. 

Any creature within the Radius of the burst must make a Dexterity Saving Throw (DC 13) or take 1d8 + Your Intelligence Modifier in Psychic Damage, and be Slowed until the end of your next turn.

Each creature that enters the zone takes psychic damage equal to Your Intelligence Modifier and is Slowed until the end of its next turn. A creature can take this damage only once per turn. 


Illusory Ambush 

1st Level Illusion

Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 15 feet
Components: V, S

You create an illusion of swirling spectral assailants that swarm over your enemy.

You choose One Target within Range, the Target is then swarmed by swirling spectral shadows. 

The Target takes 1d6 Psychic Damage and the Target takes Disadvantage to Attack Rolls until the end of your next turn.


Rotting Doom

1st Level Necromancy

Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 50 feet
Components: V, S

You hold up your hand, palm out, and release pale wisps to infect your foes with horrid decay.

You choose a Single Target in Range. The Target must make a DC 13 Constitution Saving Throw. On a Failure, the Target takes 1d8 + Your Intelligence Modifier in Necrotic Damage, and the Target cannot regain hit points until the end of your next turn.

On a Success the Target takes half Damage.


Scare

1st Level Necromancy

Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 15 feet
Components: V, S

You blast an area, drawing resolve from your foes until they shrink back in abject terror.

You send out a blast with a 15ft. radius, centered on yourself, in all directions. Each Creature caught in the blast must make a DC 12 Wisdom Saving Throw or take 1d8 + Your Intelligence Modifier in Psychic Damage, or half as much on a Successful Save.

Additionally, any Creature which fails its Saving Throw cannot make opportunity attacks against you until the end of your next turn.


Staffstrike corrosion

1st Level Evocation

Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 50 feet
Components: V, S

You tap your staff on the ground, and Acid boils up to envelop your Target in a caustic haze.

You choose a Single Target in Range. The Target must make a DC 13 Dexterity Saving Throw or be enveloped by the boiling Acid at their feet.

On a Failure, the Target takes 1d6 + Your Intelligence Modifier in Acid Damage. Until the end of your next turn, Creatures more than 25ft away from the Target have Half Cover against it.


Stone Blood

1st Level Transmutation

Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 50 feet
Components: V, S
Duration: Concentration, up to 1 minute

Your enemy’s blood hardens, slowing its movement and causing excruciating pain.

You send out a blast with a 20ft. radius, centered on yourself, in all directions. Each Creature caught in the blast must make a DC 12 Constitution Saving Throw or take 1d6 + Your Intelligence Modifier in Damage, or half as much on a Successful Save. 

On a Failure, the Target is slowed until the end of your next turn.


Storm Pillar

1st Level Conjuration

Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 50 feet
Components: V, S

A crackling column of lightning appears amid your enemies, lashing out at any who move near it.

You conjure a pillar of crackling energy in an unoccupied square within range. 

The pillar occupies 1 Square and lasts until the end of your next turn.

Each enemy that moves into a square adjacent to the pillar takes 1d6 + your Intelligence Modifier in Lightning Damage. 


Unraveling Dart 

1st Level Necromancy

Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 50 feet
Components: V, S

Grey, smokey darts fly from your fingertips to strike at your foes where they are weakest.

You create two grey, smoking darts made of darkness and shadow. 

Each dart hits a creature of your choice that you can see within range.

A dart deals 1d4 + Your Intelligence Modifier in Piercing Damage. 

If the target has vulnerability to any damage types, the damage is of those types. 

If the target has no vulnerabilities, you gain a power bonus to the damage roll equal to Your Wisdom modifier. 

anonymous asked:

It irks me when people say that Dany is nothing without her dragons. GRRM described her as a warrior Queen some years ago. He compared her to Nymeria the warrior queen from Dorne. I can't find the source but I do remember reading it. I wonder how Martin feels when people try to deminish one of his favorite characters? He must take some offense or something.

Hey anon,

I’m sure GRRM is used to it by now, but I think he probably laughs to himself when people are so off about one of his characters. 

Regarding Dany, her dragons are in a way a symbolic representation of her own power. People who say she’s nothing without her dragons don’t understand the character and quite frankly have a really shitty memory. Her dragons did not make her strong enough to survive and get the respect of Drogo, or to cross the Red Waste, or to come up with the entire plan to sack Astapor without anyone’s help, or her plan to make Yunkai put down their swords with minimum bloodshed. He dragons are not what inspires her people or keeps them loyal to her, it’s her and fight to free the slaves and to treat them like people. 

It’s funny that you mentioned Nymeria because I was discussing with a friend the many similarities Dany shares with her. GRRM has compared Dany to Nymeria (who is Dany’s ancester from her great-great-grandfathers marriage to Mariah Martell) on a couple of occasions. Here is one

In particular, given that Nymeria was a warrior-queen, is there a certain amazon tradition?

“The Rhoynar did impact Dorne in a number of ways, some of which will be revealed in later books. Women definitely have more rights in Dorne, but I would not call it an “Amazon” tradition, necessarily. Nymeria had more in common with someone like Daenerys or Joan d'Arc than with Brienne or Xena the Warrior Princess.”

I found this fantastic comparison between Dany and Nymeria, I’ll quote my favorite parts but you can find the discussion here: (The bolded are quotes from the books.)

The refugee, the nomad, the woman wearing the literal skirt and metaphorical pants

“In the songs, Nymeria is said to have been a witch and a warrior; neither of these claims is true. Though she did not bear arms in battle, she led her soldiers on many battlefields, commanding them with cunning and skill.”

Dany is doing the exact same thing. She’s a warlord that’s not a warrior. And yes, you can be a warlord with absolutely no skill at arms, else Dany wouldn’t be called Aegon the Conqueror with teats.

Now let’s skim over Nymeria’s general history as it applies to Dany so far.

“Only Princess Nymeria of Ny Sar spoke against him. “This is a war we cannot hope to win,” she warned, but the other princes shouted her down and pledged their swords to Garin.”

In AGOT, Viserys is dreaming his fool dreams about re-taking Westeros with Dothraki. Dany knows better. She’s also somewhat skeptical of the Dothraki taking Westeros from the start, mostly thanks to Jorah Mormont educating her.

“The same fate awaited her own city, she saw.”

Nymeria runs for it after Valyria massacres the Rhoyanar men.After Drogo dies, Dany hatches her invaluable dragons. She’s also left with few Dothraki, and she has to flee from various Khals (on top of her constant running from Robert).

“Nymeria’s voyage was long and terrible.”

The difficulty of the Red Waste corresponds to this.Then, Nymeria had her Odyssey: Rhoyne -> Basilisk Isles -> jungles of Sothoryos -> Isle of Naath -> Summer Isles (Isle of Women).She couldn’t stay in any of these places, because~

“(…) arrived at Yeen to find that every man, woman, and child in that haunted, ruined city had vanished overnight.”

Haunted (to the eye) ruins, like the House of the Undying?

“The sullen wet heat oppressed their spirits, and swarms of stinging flies spread one disease after another (…)”

and

“On Naath, the Isle of Butterflies, the peaceful people gave them welcome, but the god that protects that strange land began to strike down the newcomers by the score with a nameless mortal illness”

Illness, like the Bloody Flux outbreak? Also, Missandei - one of Dany’s main helpers - is a friendly girl from Naath Dany finds somewhere at the halfway point of her journey.

“Basilisk Isles (…) only to fall afoul of the corsair kings (…) carrying off hundreds into slavery.”

and

“new towns on Basilisk Point were raided by slavers,”

Well, what do you know, Dany’s slave liberation campaign isn’t working out so well. In fact, seemingly half of the slaving Essos is sending armies against her in ADWD - Yunkai, Qarth, New Ghis, Tolos, Elyria, Volantis, the Harpies within Meereen itself.

“In the Summer Isles (…) its thin stony soil yielded little food, and many starved.”

As Dany approached Meereen, the slavers put the land around it to torch to starve her out. She still took the city, but many of her people are nonetheless starving.

“The battered, tattered remainder of the ten thousand ships sailed west with Princess Nymeria. This time she made for Westeros.”

Dany at the end of ADWD:

“Meereen was not her home, and never would be. It was a city of strange men with strange gods and stranger hair, of slavers wrapped in fringed tokars, where grace was earned through whoring, butchery was art, and dog was a delicacy. Meereen would always be the Harpy’s city, and Daenerys could not be a harpy.

Never, said the grass, in the gruff tones of Jorah Mormont. You were warned, Your Grace. Let this city be, I said. Your war is in Westeros, I told you.”

The once and future queen

Back to Nymeria and why I think Dany will do well in Westeros~

“Dry, desolate, and thinly peopled, Dorne at this time was a poor land where a score of quarrelsome lords and petty kings warred endlessly over every river, stream, well, and scrap of fertile land.”

Wet, desolate and overflowing with corpses, at the end of ADWD Westeros is a fucked-up continent where a score of quarrelsome lords and petty kings war endlessly over everything. Euron, Tommen, Aegon, Stannis, KINGINDANORF? are just the Kings we have. (Does the Night King count?)

“Most of these Dornish lords viewed the Rhoynar as unwelcome interlopers, invaders with queer foreign ways and strange gods, who should be driven back into the sea whence they’d come.”

Yeah, Dany will have barbarians, slaves (you think Westerosi can notice they have no collars?), the infamous Imp, dragons, a trail of burning enemies behind her. She won’t get warm reception from most.

And they lived happily ever after

Well, probably not. I don’t see how GRRM will keep Dany on Nymeria’s track without breaking his tone.

“Though she married twice more (first to the aged Lord Uller of Hellholt, and later to the dashing Ser Davos Dayne of Starfall, the Sword of the Morning), Nymeria herself remained the unquestioned ruler of Dorne for almost twenty-seven years, her husbands serving only as counselors and consorts.”

I suppose that in a certain way, Mors can also work as Drogo, old Lord Uller as lame King Hizdahr, and the Sword of the Morning as… Jon NOT DARKSTAR, because I refuse to contemplate the possibility of Darkstar (she already did Bad Boy Daario). The husbands as consorts works for Hizadhr, and whomever her prophesized 3rd husband is, Dany will be leading in her own right - Drogon, Dracarys! helps there.

“She survived a dozen attempts upon her life, put down two rebellions, and threw back two invasions by the Storm King Durran the Third and one by King Greydon of the Reach.”

Dany already survived at least 4-5 attempts on her life - AGOT wineseller, ACOK manticore and arguably Undying, ASOS Titan’s Bastard, ADWD Poizdar do Loqust. I also don’t see Stannis bending to Dany, same for Tyrells who’ll stay with Tommen Lannister. Other possibilities for revolting kingdoms are Dorne (the irony!) and Iron Islands.

That was pretty awesome, there are more quote at the link if you want to read all the parallels between these awesome women. 

I will add one thing regarding Nymeria’s 3 husbands vs. Dany’s 3 husbands.

Nymeria’s first husband (Mors Martell) came from a people who are famed for their horses (Dorne), Dany’s first husband came from a people famed for their horses (Dothraki). 

Nymeria’s second husband came from Hellholt (Lord Uller), which is symbolized by a sort of fiery yin-yang thing, it’s half this and half that, it’s divided basically. Dany’s second husband was symbolized by the Harpy, half woman, and half bird. 

Finally, Nymeria’s third and final husband was Ser Davos Dayne the Sword of the Morning, I do wonder if the Sword of the Morning will play a role in the books as it has been mentioned a lot. And whether Jon will use it or not. Jon does have a connection to an actual Sword of the Morning in Author Dayne. And of course, there is the whole War for Dawn thing going one. 

Sorry, I hijacked your asked but yeah, Dany doesn’t need to wield a sword to be kickass, just look at her very kickass ancestor Nymeris. 

TTFN

Newcomers Pt 8.2

Pt 8.2


Bento Pime was a dark, wet and horrible place, the constant smoke from their generators meant there was permanent smog in the air and dark clouds blocked out the sun and stars. Occasionally they would part and the natives could look up at the sky, but shunned it as natural UV rays were damaging to them. A consequence of generations of living under synthetic lights.

But they had their strengths and that was in war, they were bred for it, moulded by it longed for it. It was the reason why the Alliance accepted them into the fold so that they may direct their focus towards the Alliances enemies for there were many. The Benemar had defeated all of them say for the Gal who seemed to be an unending swarm. Then one can imagine their shame when a seemingly inferior race to them not only defeated their armies but besieged their home world. A shame they had never forgotten and they were now about to be reminded of it.


The Human fleet broke into realspace just outside the farthest planet and began their work of destroying their outposts they had set up, defence satellites, observations posts, garrisons and training grounds. Nearly all fell before they realised what was happening, their was a defence fleet was present but they reacted to slowly to answer the oncoming invasion so fell back to Bento Prime itself. Whereas Terra was often called a Death World this was a Fortress World with enough orbital gun platforms and defence stations as well as the defence fleet to repel any attack. They had been building this defence network since the last time the Humans were here, this time they were intent on keeping the Humans off Benemar soil.

Admiral Winston sat on his chair drinking his tea calmly waiting for his ships to get into position, he had placed his fleet outside weapons range while they readied themselves and the Benemar did the same. He smiled cheerfully to himself, during transit to this system he had received an interesting message from Terra’s President. It was sent to all Generals and Admirals with an interesting development, he was under orders not to tell anyone till it was the right time and he was looking forward to it.

“All ships are in position Admiral shall we order the attack?” reported his coms officer.

“No”

“No?” protested his deck officer.

“Have all ships placed on standby and await orders”

“Um…aye sir.


“What does he mean wait?!” Hesky shouted and froze when he noticed Depit stirring in his sleep.

“I don’t know” Hopkins whispered then suddenly let out an mute scream in pain looking down at his ankle “Dammit Sergeant Stabby!!” he whispered a bit louder.

“Actually it’s Lieutenant Stabby now”

“What? How did he get a promotion?” Hopkins asked.

“He stabbed the doctor back on the Alliance fleet”

“Good I hate that guy”

“I think everyone did” Hesky agreed

“Did? As in past tense?”

“Yeah well after he stabbed someone he ran into the doctor and…” Hesky made an cut quick cut throat gesture.

“Oh right, our body juices are deadly to him”

“Oh yes, I pissed on him once…he was not happy well after it melted one his arms was cut off” Hesky laughed.

“We shouldn’t really laugh” Hopkins said trying to suppress his own laughter.

“Why he was an arse” Hesky quickly got to his feet “Can you watch my little one I need to drain the sea monster”

“Why don’t you say toilet like everybody else?”


Hesky walked in and found Jenkins already at one of the urinals, he still had his beer in hand as he didn’t trust anyone not to steal it while he was gone, worse things had been done to those drinks that get left unattended. Hesky left his alone for only a moment and after drinking it again found himself with a boner for 3 days….its the reason he is now a father.

“Jenkins”

“Hesky” they greeted each other.

Hesky took the urinal next to him and began relieving himself, the silence was awkward so he decided to break it, He looked over his gaze still low. “I didn’t know you were Jewish”

Jenkins slowly turned his head to look at him his eyes wide and face that of confusion.

“And why are you looking?”

“Just making conversation”

“How is that a conversation starter?”

“How is it not?”

Jenkins went to argue but no words left his mouth before he finally said “Touché”

Then someone else entered.

“Hello boys” Karen greeted entering a stall

“Hey Karen” they both replied without turning.

Jenkins then noticed something, Hesky had suddenly stopped, he looked at him confused “Have you stopped mid piss?”

“I can’t go when she is around”

“Why?”

“…she scares me” he said straining.

“So much that instead of pissing yourself you stop pissing yourself, perfectly logical. Well to be honest Cathy scares me”

“Try being married to her”

“See you later boys” Karen said exiting and Hesky suddenly unleashed with a moan. He then turned to Jenkins.

“You’ve been pissing a long time”

“I never needed to go, I just come in here to be alone for a bit”

“Oh…I’ll leave you to it then”

Some hours later the order to attack had still not come through, the Admiral refused to tell anyone why or order the attack and Captain Clerk was getting annoyed and impatient. Could this be some sort of strategy like back on Terra? It was true that a number of fleets did not join them here and were redirected but still. Suddenly the bridge door opened and he turned to see Karen coming in with a large plate.

“I made chocolate chip cookies!!!” he announced and everyone rushed to get one.

“Umm….Karen?” Captain Clerk said biting into one “These aren’t chocolate are they”

“No…THEY’RE RAISINS MWHAHAHAH” she shouted dropping the plate and running out of the door “….Goodbye friends” she added before the doors closed.

“I hate that woman so much” said one of the officers.

“So do I” Sharn agreed making others look at her.

“Didn’t you two just get engaged?”

“……yes which gives me more reason than all of you”


“What are they waiting for?!” shouted High Chief Deeter

“They cannot break our defences maybe they are awaiting reinforcements?” High Chief Seewol suggested.

“No, if we do we will loose our advantage of the stations, they cannot attack us” High Chief Pepeel countered. He was the newest member of the Trinity of High Chiefs after Veetop was assumed dead “We should appeal to the Alliance High command for reinforcements”

“Those cowards will not get involved and besides our communications are being jammed we cannot call for aid from any of our other forces” Deeter said angrily.

“So we sit, and wait” Seewol stated.

“There is little else we can do”

“Should we not prepare out ground forces to intercept their armies?” Pepeel suggested.

“You think they will break our defences?” Seewol shot at him.

“No but preparation would put the warriors minds are ease”

Deeter considered this “Very well, but make sure our other assets are secure”

These assets that he spoke of were the millions of slaves that the Benemar had, although slavery was illegal under Alliance law the law itself does not mention forbidding the Benemar from having them. These were the descendants of the races they had conquered, who were enemies to the Alliance and were all that was left of their kind. They did not know what was happening as they were all suddenly rounded up and placed in cages underground, their masters were being unusually harsh like they were hurrying. Each cage held dozens of slaves with little room to move.

“We did not even finish our work today” said a Geter who were a tripod race and looked similar to insect but were fact reptiles.

“I’m not complaining” said another.

“There is something wrong though, they are worried” said a Fedeq a mole like race, he was the oldest.

“They should be” said a strange voice from the shadows.

They all looked around to find this voice and inside the cage a strange creature appeared that looked nothing like them, it’s armour seemed to let it faze in and out of sight at will and it approached unarmed.

“Who? What are you?” Geter asked, he was shocked by the sudden appearance of this thing even though he was far greater in size.

“Does anyone here now of the time Bento Prime came under siege?” the figure asked.

“Yes” said Fedeq “I remember it, my kind live long enough to remember such things, the Newcomers came and burned this world but did not free us”

“That is a story old man” Geter shouted “You only tell it so the little ones can fall asleep”

“Then explain this Newcomer” he pointed at the figure.

The figure took of her helmet and everyone stared “We are the Newcomers or you may call us Humans, our fleet is about the attack this world and will not stop until all of it lies in ruins. We are also here to give you your freedom”

Just then a number of other Newcomers appeared holding crates filled with weapons.

“If you want it that is”


The Human fleet had shifted it’s position, the Benemar thought that the time had come but still the Humans did not come, they had only change their potion so as not to collide with one of Bento’s moons. Admiral Winston though finally got confirmation on what he was waiting for and now came the time to tell the fleet. He was put on a fleet wide com channel so he may address everyone.

“This is Admiral Winston, what I am about to tell you will change everything, the Alliance high command were the ones who told the Benemar where our homeworld was and thus have betrayed us. As of this moment the high command should be receiving our resignation from the Alliance and expelling all officials from our boarders. But that is not all, the enemy of the Alliance we have been fighting we have been doing under false pretence”

He stopped as his scanner officer told him more ships were breaking warp right next to them, the fleet wide com was still active so those near windows quickly ran to see what was happening.

“Their timing is perfect, let me introduce our new allies, the Gal”

anonymous asked:

so it's more like a Harem verse, not actually poly?

If you want to think of it as “harem,” I’m not stopping you, but for me at least “harem” implies power imbalances between the person at the center and the people who love them, has some negative connotations, and invokes the idea of jealousy/competition among the “suitors.”

Polyamory, to my knowledge, does not necessarily need to mean equal romantic/sexual attraction among all parties involved, but it DOES imply that all parties are fully aware of what’s going on and consent to the relationship. Polyamory, for me, is associated with the image of a unconventional but functional and content family where everyone contributes in some way, which is what the relationship in this AU is supposed to be. (Polygamy, to my knowledge, refers strictly to the marriage and doesn’t have the same relationship connotations as polyamory)

Hope this explains my choice to label this as polyamory ^ ^