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5 New ideas for outlining stories

Maybe you are tired of all outlining techniques out there… the snowflake, the skeletal, the summary, the visual map, you’ve tried them all. And, although they are great, nothing works anymore. Or never worked in the first place. Maybe, when you outline, you feel like the magic is gone, the story has already been told, you don’t need to write it anymore. Outlining makes your bored.

Then, you try going pantser, but you get lost to where your story should be going soon after the first plot point. Not outlining makes you lost.

Originally posted by murallamuerta

We need to jump outside the box of plotter and pantser. No one is 100% plotter, or 100% pantser. We are neither. In truth, we are explores, travelers, discoverers of beautiful stories, sometimes we have maps, sometimes we are following the unknown.

If we outline with fear and/or severity, we are doomed. Outlining is supposed to be on the creative side of the brain. It’s the whole picture of a drawing. Or the sketch of a sculpture. So, let’s try an artistic approach to outlining. 

1. TV Series:

For a moment, pretend that you are not writing a book, but a 15-episodes TV series. Write down a small paragraph to what should happen in each episode. Don’t worry about details, make it general. With 15 episodes planned out, you’ll have a clear view of the story. As you write, use the episodes as guidance.

This exercise helps you explore plot details.

2. Hours:

Think of your story as the hand of a clock, it has to run through twelves parts to close the circle. Draw a clock, but, instead of hours, write down plot points. Every hour should change the story somehow and guide the characters to a conclusion.

This exercise helps you keep track with the main plot.  

3. Branches

Picture your story as the branches of a tree. Better yet, grab a paper and draw your tree trunk. The trunk is the beginning of the story. Part the trunk into two big branches. These two branches are two different turns your story could take. From two big branches, create four smaller ones. At each split, create a new course for your story. At the end of the exercise, you’ll have many outlines to choose from.

This exercise helps you discover new possibilities.

4. Mixing

Mix the outline of two existing stories from books, movies or games to create your own. Very simple and easy. Write down one or more paragraphs on how these two stories would merge into one completely new.

This exercise helps you unravel new angles to old ideas. 

5. Tags

Make a list of 10 to 50 words of objects, colors, places, animals or even feelings. Pick three words randomly and try to incorporate them into your story.

This exercise helps you think outside the box.

You can try your favorite exercise, or all of them.

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'Wonder Woman 2' Script Being 'Worked On Right Now'
With Wonder Woman continuing her assault on the box-office record books, it’s no surprise that the film’s brain trust is already cranking away on a sequel. Although no details have been announced yet — we expect some news at Saturday’s Warner Bros. panel at San Diego Comic-Con — director Patty Jenkins

With Wonder Woman continuing her assault on the box-office record books, it’s no surprise that the film’s brain trust is already cranking away on a sequel. Although no details have been announced yet — we expect some news at Saturday’s Warner Bros. panel at San Diego Comic-Con — director Patty Jenkins and DC’s Chief Creative Officer Geoff Johns are teaming up for the Amazon princess’ second solo outing.

“I’m working right now on the Wonder Woman 2 script,” Johns told Yahoo Movies. “I just started.”

Johns has huddled with Jenkins to hash out some story points, but he refused to divulge any details beyond the return of Gal Gadot in the title role.

Jenkins, meanwhile, tweeted back on June 30 that she was not officially signed for the sequel but “excited and hopeful” about her return.

A Dixon’s Mate

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Y/N is attracted to a certain blue eyed Alpha, but she thinks he doesn’t like her because of how much he avoids her. What she doesn’t know is that Daryl lives to protect that Omega. One night when Daryl doesn’t join everyone for a special dinner in the cellblock, she takes some dinner to share at his watch post, but what she finds will change everything between them.

Warnings: Unprotected sex (be safe when you get naughty), A/B/O Dynamics, knotting sex, a little fluff at the end, wee instance of Daddy kink, etc.

A/N: This took longer than expected for many reasons, but I’ll just leave it at that for now. This isn’t my best work, but I’ve been told it’s good for how rusty I am getting back behind the keyboard after a while. The style of this story is written in @kittenofdoomage‘s A/B/O universe. If you’d like to know more she has a link to the list of rules on her page. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it.

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10816410

Word Count: 2,356

Originally posted by findmeacurebae

The sun was already high above the prison when Y/N stepped out to the yard, loving the Georgia heat despite the humidity. It had been freezing inside the cell block with three straight days of rain, so the warmth of the sun’s rays soaking into her skin was a welcome change. A smile tugged at her lips as she watched the kids run out through the muddy grass, Rick and Hershel checking the crops, while Maggie and Glenn walked hand in hand to the fence to kill off some walkers. She was always so happy to see the sweet beta couple together, feeling the love they have for one another radiating from them every time they even look at each other. Poor Rick always smiled at the sight of them too, wishing he could go back to the days before he lost his omega, Lori. As if it wasn’t bad enough that he had to kill his best friend, Shane, another pig headed alpha pining over his omega. But he had Carl and sweet little Judith to keep him going. He also had his duty as leader of the group to make his days busy, caring for the people taken in after the fall of Woodbury and the Governor slaughtering some of his own people.

An all too familiar feeling pulled Y/N from her thoughts and made shivers run down her spine. Her teeth quickly sunk into her bottom lip to hold back a soft whimper that threatened to escape, loving the heat that spread through her body under the blue eyed gaze of the alpha staring at her from the nearest watch tower. Daryl watched her every chance he got, secretly admiring everything about her. He had been completely entranced with her since the group first found her outside Atlanta. He liked to believe that she had no idea, looking away to avoid meeting her eyes any time she’d look at him.

To Y/N’s dismay, he always kept his distance from her. Whenever she caught him looking, she wondered how it would feel to be close to him or how he would smell. She’d been told that alphas smell wonderful to omegas like her, but she’d never been around an unmated one before, aside from Shane but he acted like Lori was his, even when Rick came back. “Maybe he thinks I’m gross.” She mumbled and kicked a rock from under her foot before walking down the gentle slope to feed the pigs the group had raised.

Daryl kept his gaze locked on her every move, groaning at the sight of her hips swaying with each step. He wanted nothing more than to pull her against his chest and scent her properly, make her his mate. He always made sure she was safe when they were on the road, keeping his distance and watching from afar. It was dangerous enough for her to be an unmated omega in a world of zombies that half rely on the scent of living things to find their next meal, but it was worse when her scent intensified during her heat each month. Securing the prison had been like a God send to protect her. He’d stop outside her cell at night when everyone was a sleep just to check, inhaling deeply to take in her intoxicating scent while he peeked in on her sleeping form. He thought he’d heard her whimper his name in her sleep a few times, but it was too quiet to tell for sure. As much as he wanted to be hers, he never got too close. Daryl thought he wasn’t good enough for her. He thought she deserved better, but couldn’t stand the thought of anyone but him touching Y/N. He shook his head and turned his attention back out to the woods and fields surrounding the perimeter of the prison, fully prepared to stay there long into the night with his thoughts.


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On Bakugou’s Pride

I feel like Bakugou is definitely one of the more complex characters in BnHA, absolutely the one with the biggest personal arc, the typical ‘antagonist who is one of the good guys but also an asshole’.
It’s a trope, I’m sure.
My initial idea was to make a single profile for him, but something like that would quickly become a full length novel because there’s Way Too Much to unpack, so I'ma settle for a Whole Bunch of Smaller (but still Stupidly Long) meta’s.
Starting with: Bakugou’s Pride, and his self-image.
Also, since I’m far from the only person making BnHA analyses, shout-out to @saisai-chan  who has posted just… so much Bakugou meta, and who has been very helpful in inspiring some of these ideas.


Bakugou’s Perfect Origin Story

Let’s start with how stories work in the BnHA universe.
Horikoshi is writing a very self aware story. His universe is a modern one, in which marketing and imagery are important.
You can see it in All Might. This is a man that clearly gets his inspiration from American Silver Age comics. He’s flashy, just all-round GOOD and constantly spouting americanisms. And while he isn’t necessarily 'fake’ in the sense that Yagi’s personality definitely matches, it is also just that: a meticulously crafted image.
It even literally 'pops’ when he’s out of the limelight to reveal his true form.
In this world, heroes are celebrities, as such they project a certain image.
Even the kids know this. People like Kirishima are told that hero-ing is all about the ratings and the entertainment factor.
This is a world in which Stories matter.

 Bakugou knows this.
I truly believe that Bakugou, being the smart sort of fanboy he is, is pretty damn genre-savvy. He’s well aware of the importance of images and stories.
You see, he  had already decided upon his Perfect Origin Story, like, ages ago. From a very young age, he was destined for greatness.
Everyone kept telling him so, of course. He didn’t really have a reason to doubt this.
He’s shown as a kid sporting a bunch of yes-men and admirers. His teachers never seem inclined to curb that boastfulness. Before he arrives in UA, no one ever seems to try to take him down a peg. Like at all.
He can be blowing up Midoriya in a classroom with the teacher still present and no one even attempts to stop him.

This, incidentally, is a pretty unhealthy way to grow up, and it did little to curb the crueler sides of his personality.

But he still wants to be a hero. He wants the money, the fame. He wants to WIN.
Please note that right now, he wants to be a hero for all the wrong reasons. Where Midoriya has this compulsion to help, where Kirishima is looking for courage and some sense of manhood, Bakugou just wants  to be better than everyone else. Because, at this point in his development, he’s very much a selfish asshole.

And he’s determined to do be the best, by also crafting the Best Origin Story.
He’s even made these rules for himself. 'I have to be the only one from this small local school to make it into UA’, 'I have to be always on top, never be helped’.
He’s completely fixated on 'the right back story’ because the fucker is a hero fanboy and he wants to Live the Life like the big heroes do it.

And Deku, bless him, is Constantly Fucking up that Plan.
At least that’s what it must look like in Kacchan’s eyes.

But truth be told, Bakugou’s Perfect Hero Origin Story has been falling apart since the very start of the series.
BnHA may be the story of Midoriya becoming the strongest hero, but it is also very much the story of 'how Bakugou’s self image got smashed into the ground over and over again’.

Once he’s ready to enter UA, his Origin Story is already muddled. 
Instead of the right debut under the right circumstances, he’s Sludge Kid.
Instead of never being helped, being the only on in his class to go to UA, being destined to greatness, he finds himself, literally, a side character, an antagonist even, in Deku’s story.
And I honestly believe that Bakugou, at some point, realizes this. Everyone likes a good underdog story. Part of the reason Bakugou is so angry with Midoriya when he finds out about his quirk, is because he feels Betrayed. Like Midoriya hid his quirk all these years just to have a proper 'rise to power’ story.
It’s a first crack in the perfect façade that Bakugou has created for himself.
Right now, he still believes in his ‘destiny’, but it won’t be for long.


(this is 3.4k words long. I’m sorry)

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Please Update Your Facts On The Onew Case If You’re Going To Spam My Inbox With Anti-Onew Posts

I sometimes wonder if we live in a world where we only hear what we want to hear. See what we want to see and remember what we want to remember. Because there are still people spamming my feed and ask box with posts calling Onew a rapist.

For those of you who haven’t received the news:

THE GIRL/VICTIM HAS STATED THAT THE ENTIRE SITUATION WAS A MISUNDERSTANDING AND THAT ONEW WAS THE ONE THAT INSISTED ON THE INVESTIGATION ON HER PART EVEN WHEN SHE TOLD HIM IT WASN’T NECESSARY! ONEW STUMBLED IN THE CLUB IN HIS DRUNKEN STUPOR AND GRABBED ONTO HER LEG FOR SUPPORT. 

Not one of his fans have defended his drinking habits. In fact, if you actually read our posts…We’ve all asked him to work on it and reflect on what happened. None of us have pretended what happened was a joke or publicity stunt. NONE OF US.

All of you haters still going around and calling him a rapist are exactly like a newspaper running with a story that has already been proved to be false. And please stop asking his drama to remove him from the cast. He made a mistake, drinking himself into a stupor to the point he couldn’t walk without support. He didn’t rape anyone. Stop throwing around labels like that so casually please.

I don’t know if you didn’t receive the news or anything…But please do more research before going on bashing spree. Dispatch cleared up the situation with the girl’s help yesterday….And people are still getting their facts wrong. Please stop asking us not to support him.

Funny how everyone says they themselves don’t deserve to get hated on but those are the exact people hiding behind computers and spamming his drama’s website to get him kicked off.

Just please stop.

Kiss Me Slowly

pairing: peter parker x reader

word count: 1.5k

summary: based on the song “kiss me slowly” by parachute. peter parker really, really wants to kiss his girlfriend, but can’t seem to work up the courage to do so. this is cheesy as hell but i just needed to write it, okay.

Originally posted by clutterbucky


I can see you there with the city lights
Fourteenth floor, pale blue eyes.
I can breathe you in.
Two shadows standing by the bedroom door,
No, I could not want you more than I did right then,
As our heads leaned in.

Peter has never been one to make the first move. After all, it only took three long months of being constantly encouraged by Ned to finally approach you in your literature class. He’s shy, even more so when it comes to the pretty girl who sits in the row behind him, who always gives him a small smile when she caught his eye. He isn’t staring - at least that’s what Peter always tells himself.

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The SW Sequel Trilogy Trio - In all seriousness tho

I recently made a somewhat trash joke post about Rey/Finn/Ben Solo being the new trio to the Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, instead of the Rey/Finn/Poe idea, as seems to be the popular opinion in the fandom as of late.

I don’t want to write an essay so I’ll try to keep it concise (edit from future me: lol, too late, you’re in too deep now), but I do want to articulate why I legitimately believe Rey/Finn/Benny Boy are gonna be our main “trio” in the Sequel Trilogy.

So, to clarify, I think the trios established in the films are:
OT Trio: Luke (main protagonist), Leia, Han

PT Trio: Anakin (main), Obi-wan, Padme

ST: Rey (main), Finn, Ben Extra Solo


First, to clarify, many people seem to think the “trio” implies friendship, or that they gotta be around each other 24/7 for it to work. In my opinion though, the “trio” of Star Wars does not mean: “the characters who are best friends/warm and fuzzy by the end of it all.” The Prequels alone are enough to prove that…

Exhibit A:

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Exhibit B:

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Exhibit C:

Originally posted by traitortotheempire

…Yeah, things seem to have gone down the reeeeal “fuzzy feel good” route for this trio, right?


So what is the “trio,” exactly, then? What’s their function and purpose, if not to be bffs and braid each other’s hair at the next sleepover??


In my opinion and based on my observation from each movie up until this point, the “trio” of Star Wars are the three main character arcs that are meant to serve as some lesson and resonate with the audience at a deep emotional level. They are the three “protagonists” of the main story (with one “main” protagonist and two complementing protagonists). They are what drive the main story, the central conflicts and resolutions, and they are the lasting thread continuing beyond their initial stories and into the future of the saga.

It doesn’t really matter if they are “good guys” for the entire story…

Originally posted by insomniun

nor does it matter if they are together for the majority of the story…

Originally posted by ladyvxder

It doesn’t even matter if they live to tell the tale…

Originally posted by anakin-padme10

It’s about their personal melodrama conflicts, trials, and triumphs being front and center, and it’s about who and what drives the main story and resolution/results.


With that said, going back to the topic at hand regarding the ST, I don’t think anyone would argue against the fact that Rey and Finn are two out of the three.  


….So, then, that leaves us with Sad Boy Ben Solo… so, why do I think Ben is part of that trio, if all he does is be a dickwad to provoke our two heroes…?

Well, to be blunt, the most obvious answer to that is: BEN BOY IS EXTRA A SKYWALKER.

But beyond that - which tbh should be enough evidence in and of itself bc this is the SKYWALKER SAGA - there is reason to believe Benny Boy is being set up for a redemption arc and that the Sequel Trilogy is being set up as a mirror/inversion to the Prequel Trilogy.

If we look at it from a cyclical perspective (”Hello, this is Star Wars, have you two met, yet?” - how I feel if u don’t get that this shit is cyclical, yet) and see this as a reverse Prequel Trilogy of sorts we notice that…

The Prequels started off with two jedi (Ani and Old Ben) and one politically inclined person (Padme) tied to a stable Senate and Republic with relative “balance to the Force and peace, which all ended very badly with tragedy and an antagonistic relationship (and ultimately a villain) and rise of a great and evil empire.

With that in mind, I think it could be possible that (although, yes, this is speculation, so calm down) in the Sequel Trilogy, we start off with a trio of an antagonist/villain vs. two good guys, with a terribly dysfunctional political climate/ war and the Force all out of balance, but that eventually the trio end up on the same side in the end, with the mutual goal to destroy the damaging higher powers in place and restore the peace and balance to the Force. So, in other words, we end up with two jedi (Rey and Crylo Ben) to balance the Force, and one strongly tied to the politics (Cinnaroll Finnaroll, everyone’s favorite heart of gold) who will play an integral part in bringing that aspect back together.

See how that would mirror/invert the PT beautifully? It’s poetic, in fact. All of this can really only happen if Ben stops being an asshole evil and decides to do (at least some of) the right things. I’m not saying Anakin 2.0 Ben Solo is gonna be a warm and fuzzy character who ends up BFF ALWAYS AND 4EVR to both Rey and Finn necessarily (although I am personally of the opinion he and Rey gonna date will form a close bond somehow), but for this trilogy to end in any satisfactory way, we can’t just end THE Trilogy of Trilogies - the SKYWALKER SAGA - with the Skywalkers falling to complete darkness and despair.

We’ve already told that story… for proof, see previous Anakin, “I HATE YOU” gif above for reference.

So, if my prediction that Kylo Ren comes back to being Ben Solo once again so that he can restore the Skywalker name and help Rey “find the Force or whatever” with balancing the Force and defeating Snoke, then he has to be one of the Main Three. Such an integral part to the plot demands it.

And, sorry Ben haters, but that’s not to mention that his character arc has ALREADY been so vital to the story and central conflict. Just because he’s a total dickhead villain right now, doesn’t mean his story isn’t central and vital to the main plot. In fact, that’s going to sort of be the point. Rey is going to have to whip his ass into shape convince him that they need each other to fix everything - and that he ultimately, deep down isn’t the Vader fanboy evil persona he pretends to be.

Much like Anakin who was also an asshole in the PT, this new story couldn’t exist without Kylo Ren/Ben Solo. Like Kylo Ren or not, that’s the way it is.

And I think by the end of it all, maybe the haters will be able to come around with Ben. Because, in truth, his full story hasn’t even really been told yet. Who knows what the next two movies will reveal to us?

Be patient, and trust the story tellers to give us something awesome and epic. They want us to love this story and these characters as much as they do. Let’s trust them to do just that.

But anyway, if you’re still skeptical, beyond even all of that word vomit discourse, we have one pretty huge visual clue STARING US RIGHT IN THE FACE from TFA.

To all you naysayers who ask for CANONICAL EVIDENCE and shout about interpretation of literary themes not being “enough” (in a saga that literally follows Joseph Campbell’s Hero’s Journey step by f*cking STEP in the OT - stop invaliding literary analysis in a franchise that takes every page out of the literary trope/theme/motif book)…

…here are some VISUAL CLUES from a VISUAL MEDIA to tip you off about these three and their roles/connections in the story.

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Originally posted by morganella-morganii

If you think JJ my man doesn’t know what he is doing here, you’re a fool. That is intentional visual story telling if I ever saw it right there.

By putting them in masks, JJ is telling us, “these are the characters we are meant to discover,” the ones we are to come to identify with. They are the ones with the central journeys, the most growth, the real stories to tell. We learn our lessons from them, and the other characters support and inform their arc. Poe, Leia, Luke, Rose, etc. are of course vital to the story, but they are there to support and inform these three character arcs, which lie at the center of it all.


Anyway, that’s my opinion on the matter, based on thoughtful observation and consideration, as well as some background in literary analysis.


Thoughts/Additions/Disagreements welcome. It’s ok to be wrong (<THAT IS A JOKE CALM DOWN STANLEY) disagree.

iman meskini is an angel. this season hasn’t been perfect and there are valid critiques, but do not forget how incredible iman has been. the fact that some people have undermined her season because they don’t like it is so frustrating. it’s not that people can’t discuss their criticism, but do people really need to send this negativity to iman? could you not have held off your recriminations for 2 weeks? is it her fault if your favorite character hasn’t received the treatment they deserve? or if the story hasn’t been told the way you want it to be? whether it’s your intention or not, iman already has the weight of this season on her shoulders… do you have to punish her too?

That really is the saddest part to me. So many girls are entering sexual situations with very little objective knowledge of sex - how to be safe or even how their own genitalia and organs actually WORK - and they’re being introduced to it, with no prior education, by boys whose only “education” has already been years of watching pornography. It’s so unfair to me, the stories of young girls who are nervous and excited about just fucking french kissing for the first time and these boys are already expecting them to be some kind of fantasy. and they’re being told “everyone does it, you’ll like it, this is how YOUR body is supposed to work, slapping is normal, choking is normal, you never ever having any kind of real pleasure while you’re expected to get me off is normal”. we grew up disgusted by porn, never would have dreamed of watching it, yet it’s the primary formative factor of our early sexual experiences whether we like it or not.

I Will Not Let You Fly Away From Me...(James March X Fem!Reader)

a|n: so guys, I am back on track! I used to run “@imagineslut33″, but upon an ufortunate sequence of events, my account got hacked and deleted…Sad, I know. But meh, I created this blog and I will be posting on it. I missed you all. Honestly, I hope you guys haven’t forgotten me, and still enjoy my writing! 

summary: After finding out what James had done in the past to his Holden, John Lowe kidnaps the reader, and tortures her. At Devil’s Night, he finally decides to kill her…But what he wasn’t expecting, was that March would rather miss his glorious dinner to save his beloved wife…

trigger warning: contais gore, torture and swearing. 

recommended song during your reading: skinny love by birdy


Originally posted by evanpeterscharacters


Darkness…

My name is (Y/N). Yes, (Y/N) March, the wife of the successful businessman James P. March, owner of the Cortez, a hotel in Los Angeles. I was abducted. I think I’ve been here for about seven days, but this isn’t an exact projection. I might be here much longer or even less. I don’t know, I’ve lost track of time down here. All I have left is the darkness and dripping wetness of this nightmare that I am at. My head hurts. I feel very cold. I’m here, trapped, inside this dark, filthy , tight, stifling hole … I know I’m here because of James.


I have never done bad, evil things. I have always helped people, close or far, I have participated in charity events, I donate a lot of money to the poor, I finance works of art and academics from those who could not, I have always acted with fairness and ethics at work, and especially in the family. I don’t deserve this… I’m stunned. I don’t wanna credit someone to whom I have done good, this cruel, violent and inhuman act of putting an individual under these conditions in which I find myself at.

I believe that I’ve done something wrong, involuntarily.- I think it would be a horrible punishment, an unacceptable torture even for the worst criminal. And yet, here I am. In a hole about half a meter in diameter and ten deep. Walls of a black smelly land, as if it were sewage. Yeah, maybe that’s right: given the depth of where I am and the poorly finished walls of the place.

My head seems to want to explode. Darkness obviously affects my visual perception of things, my reasoning, my ability to disagree…I have not eaten well for a long time. Before, they’d throw pieces of bread, some fruits already eaten or rotted… water? Only when it comes from some corner of this hole, and then I have to lean my tongue against the wall to suck the black cauldron that flows, with putrid taste and bitter as gall. But this is what is keeping me alive in these days (or hours?).

I don’t remember how I ended up down here…

The last thing I remember, before waking up in this fucking chamber of terror, is to be crossing the street to get into the Cortez, and hearing someone calling me by my name. As I turned around, I felt someone gripping my arm and the blow made me faint. Thick ropes tie my wrists and ankles, and however great my efforts, the most I can do is getting hurt. 

Impossible to escape from this trap. Brilliant and sadistic! I’m not gagged. So I scream! I scream for hours. Every now and then, I hear laughter, far away. Pure mockery of my meager efforts. I’m tired, hungry, weak, almost ragged. I can’t take it anymore. 

I’m going to faint right here…

*

Hours Later…

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I feel my body shaking, which makes me wake up startled. I cannot see. I guess I’m blindfolded. By the continuous swing, I am able to deduce that I am sitting in the backseat of some car.

“I am glad you’re awake, little one.”

The voice that I hear gives me shivers. A knot begins to form in my throat and my skin acquires an even paler tone.

“John?” I am able to whisper with a shaky voice. The gag doesn’t allow me to yell, though.

“I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through, (Y/N). It kills me to know it had to be you. But you know your husband destroyed my life…Unstructured my entire family. I need to get my revenge, (Y/N). I know, I know! You’ve always supported me, heard me when I needed to rent, were my shoulder to cry on…” John stayed in silence for a few, it seemed as if he was trying not to cry. “You have to forgive me. I really thought about killing Elizabeth instead, but it wouldn’t work out. It would never work out. You are March’s newest obssession, the only light that shine through the darkness of his pathetic post-death immortal life.” 

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“GOD DAMN IT! COULD YOU PLEASE STOP CRYING, (Y/N)?” John yelled, making me cry harder. God, I wanna stop, but I can’t…I am too weak…

I feel the car braking abruptly…

“I am so sorry…but I can’t stand seeing you in that way…I love you…” John says before opening the door, closing it with certain violence. Then, I hear him opening the trunk, and the silence prevails for about twenty minutes, I am not sure about the exact time. 

Moments later, the door next to me is open and John roughly pulls me out by my arm. A muffled scream escapes my throat as I’m dragged to god knows where. It rains a lot, and the mud dirties my bare feet. John whispers a few words sweetly, wrapping me in a tight hug. So he pushes me. I fall backwards into a deep hole.

  Judging by the soft earth and the tight environment, it is a grave. I despair. I feel the earth hitting my skin. I’m being buried alive. I begin to consider a faster death, like a shot in the head. This is macabre stuff… 

And suddenly, all the unforgettable memories with James come flashing into my disturbed mind. How cruel he could be with other people, but how kind and romantic he was with me. James was the first man who gave me flowers, who besides telling me, show me and make me feel how beautiful I am. He made me feel a strong, sensual, independent woman. Many consider him a monster, but I knew his innocent side. A path with no return. Because a villain, is nothing but a victim whose story has never been told.” 

John keeps throwing down the earth, and eventually I stop struggling. Soon, the mud is already hitting my face. Yup, I’m going to die right here…

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“You traitorous bastard!”

I hear the piercing voice and my husband’s striking accent echoing through the thunders that cut through LA’s nightly sky. His words are filled with hatred, and the weight of betrayal seems to weigh on his shoulders. John Lowe. The man who James trusted, now stabbed him on the back. He was a perfect illusion. 

Punching, growling, jerking and shrieking can be heard from within the grave, and my heart races,violently hammering my chest. 

Finally, I feel a gentle, kind of desperate touch gripping my arm, gently pulling me into a man’s lap. My man. My James. 


Originally posted by softlysaygoodbye

The blindfold that is tied around my eyes is ripped off, along with the gag. Tears fall from my eyes, trickling down my face, my skin dirty from lack of hygiene. A relieved scream escapes my throat as I feel James’s strong arms being tightly wrapped around my waist.

“Darling, I am right here. I am so sorry I ever let this happen to you.” He says softly, pulling my face to press against his chest, probably being shameful of his tears.  

“James…It’s Halloween, what about Devil’s Night?” I ask through my tears, slightly shaking. 

“I couldn’t care less about Devil’s Night, my dear!” James mutters, a tone of disbelief in his voice. “You are far more important than anything else, (Y/N). I promise that he will never harm you again. Do not worry your pretty head about that, sweetheart.” 

“I love you, James. So much…” 

James gently scoops me up, bridal style. He kisses my forehead, starting to slowly walk away from that horrible place. 

“Come, darling. It is time for you to go home.”

Kelly had never experienced the feeling of the world falling out beneath her feet— and she sincerely wished that it had stayed that way.

“Y-You bet me?” she choked out, hands clenched over her heart as if she could stop it from falling out of her chest.

Walker frowned, gaze wavering somewhere between her head and the mirror behind them. His eyes had the haze of glitter in them, and Kelly knew that whatever he was looking at, it certainly wasn’t her.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it handled,” he slurred, the right side of his mouth upturning crookedly in a way that she used to find cute. “I’ll just try again tomorrow, you’ll see. I’ll win this time for sure!”

“It doesn’t work that way!” Kelly cried out, and now her breath was beginning to hitch in a way that warned of incoming tears. Furiously, she scrubbed at her eyes, trying to hold them back.

Walker stepped forwards, hands outstretched as if he wanted to comfort her.  But all she could see was the glimmer of shine in his eyes and the pallid texture to his face, and she couldn’t stand it.

“Don’t!” she ordered, stepping out of his grasp, anger overcoming her fear. “Don’t you dare try to touch me!”

He stopped, thankfully, but now an ugly sneer was painting his face.

“I said that I have it handled!” he snarled, hands curling into fists. “Why are you being such a bitch about this?”

Kelly was torn between wanting to cry or wanting to punch him in the face, but before she could decide, the choice was taken from her.

An arm settled casually across her shoulders, freezing her into place.

“Yo,” said the man who had his torso protruding halfway out of the mirror. “I’m here to collect.”

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Payback

First Part: Brave

Second Part: Breathing Space                                                        

Third Part: Plotting                                                                      

Fourth Part: New Arrangement                                                

Fifth Part: Spinning                                                                        

Sixth Part: Distraction                                                            

Seventh Part: Interlude                                                                

Eight Part: Duet                                                                      

Ninth Part: Pep Talk

Tenth Part: Break A Leg

Eleventh Part: Lights Up

Twelfth Part: Overheard

Thirteenth Part: Curtain Call

Fourteenth Part: Dutch Courage

Fifteenth Part: The Good Kind

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They stay sitting there, just the two of them, and it feels like the moment could last forever. Until, that is, a biting night-time wind passes through and Roman undeniably shivers. It’s only then that Virgil realises he’s not even wearing a jacket- still just the crumpled white tshirt he’d hastily thrown on in the interval. Virgil puts one hand on Roman’s forearm, and hisses at how cold it is, the goosebumps prominent. 

“God, you’re freezing,” he says, already taking off his own jacket.

Roman tries to stop him. “No, then you’ll be cold!”

“Yeah, I’m not the one who ran all the way here.” Virgil gets him into the jacket, and zips it up firmly. 

Roman gives another shiver, but Virgil can see some tension in his shoulders relaxing as he adjusts to the warmth of the jacket. “Sorry, I wasn’t exactly thinking straight.” He starts giggling again. “Ever.”

Virgil rolls his eyes, and smiles. “Don’t, I’ve already heard that one b-” He breaks off, remembering. “Oh, God, yeah. That happened.”

Roman tilts his head in confusion. “Huh?”

Virgil pauses, considering how to best to put it. “Uh, well, long story short- Logan’s wasted.”

Roman looks like he’s just been told Christmas has come early. “No. Shut up, no he isn’t.” Then, before Virgil can say anything else, he asks eagerly, “Did you film it?”

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First Crush (part 5/Final)

Originally posted by hardyness

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Tony Stark (dad) x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Reader (platonic)

Summary: After being home schooled your whole life, it’s finally your first day in high school. You are so excited to finally have a chance to live a normal teenage life. Well as normal as you could get.

Word count: 758

A/N: This is the last part that I have written in this series. Hope you enjoyed it!

I just want to thank everyone that has liked and reblogged this series! I can’t believe how much you have loved it. I was so nervous to post anything here and was expecting that maybe two people are going to like it. Before posting this last part the series had almost thousand notes combined, that is unbelievable! Thank you so much, I’m so grateful! 

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“Wait, you two know each other?” your dad asked confused but you couldn’t get a word out of your mouth. “Wait the Peter?” Bucky asked grinning. You ignored his comment and tried to compose yourself. “Um, yeah Peter goes to my school” you finally answered and your dad introduced him to the rest of the team.

After the introductions, the party continued normally and you went to Peter. You grabbed his hand and led him someplace quieter. “So, you are Spider-Man?” you asked. You still couldn’t believe it. “Yeah. And I’m guessing that you are in fact Tony Stark’s daughter.” Peter answered and you two looked at each other quietly. “Well I guess there is no point getting mad at each other for not telling the other.” you said with a nervous laughter. “Yeah I guess both of our secrets are out now” he joined your laughter. “So… How long have you been Spider-Man?” you asked him and you spent an hour talking about your now exposed identities. That was until Bucky and Steve interrupted you. “So, you are the famous Peter that Y/N won’t stop talking about” Bucky starts and you felt the blush creep on your face. You could feel Peter staring at you and you looked the other way hoping that he wouldn’t see how red your face was. “I mean I feel like I already know you from all the stories that Y/N has told me” Bucky continued. 

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You cursed him in your mind and gave him the death glare. You were going to have your revenge tomorrow. You couldn’t think of anything to say to save the situation. You just sat there silently staring at the grin on Bucky’s face. “Yeah, it’s nice to meet you all. I have been so nervous the whole day. I was kind of glad to see a familiar face when I got here” Peter answered looking at you, gladfully ignoring the awkwardness. You finally turned your head and smiled at him.

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Cure (4)

Bucky x reader

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst, smut.

A/N: Part four! Bucky goes to see Banner and finds out more about his past with Y/N, while they find out about that something in his head. 

Oh, and things get sexy. 

Originally posted by nerdyfandomimagines

Banner is nice enough. He keeps calling me James, though, and it’s a little confusing. Everyone here keeps calling me Bucky, and getting used to that one name was tough enough as it is. Now that I remember.. some difficult times, it’s a little exhausting to remind myself to answer to ‘James’ as well.

But he’s nice and lets me know what everything he’s using is for, so I decide to keep my trap shut and just roll with it. They’re trying to help me, after all. See how long it’ll take before I regain all of my memories, and I can’t wait for that to finally fucking happen. 

A voice from the ceiling startles the living shit out of me when Doctor Banner asks some one called Friday what my brain-scan tells her.

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6

This is going to be such a long post….

What to say about Jack’s show…

It’s weird. You watch someone on YouTube for so long and somehow, they don’t seem like a real person anymore, even though you keep telling yourself that they are. It just becomes routine to watch someone on a daily basis, it becomes the “norm” to you… To forget about all the shit you’re going through, to listen to what feels like a friend, or just to have someone talking while you’re busy doing something. It maybe the only bright part about your day, week, month, or even year. Hell, it’s probably been the only bright thing about my life since my brother died almost 4 years ago. To know that each day, you’ll have a reason to forget about everything bothering you, to smile, and to laugh. Even though these people you watch may not seem real anymore, it’s comforting to watch them. When I get in a dark mental space, I just watch YouTube, which has replaced my TV, and these YouTubers pull you out of that dark place, and you feel, well, sort of normal.

It’s not until you see someone live that all these feelings and emotions come flooding to you. Your mind knows they’re real, but when you see them live for the first time, your brain starts to believe it as well. Personally, only when you meet them, does everything ‘click’. That’s the only downside about these types of shows. I feel the exact same way when I see a band live… I can’t really explain how my brain works…

Anyways, going to see Jack, and it being his first solo tour date, was nothing more than astonishing, an honor, and a huge pleasure. No one has ever seen this show before, and to be at the very first show is something that I will never forget.

I personally feel like Jack is the most personable YouTuber there is. He seems absolutely and 100% genuine in everything he says, and to him saying it’s not about the fame, popularity, number of subscribers, or money, I truly and honestly believe him when he says that. And to hear him tell the story of, pretty much his life, growing up, starting on YouTube, to where he is now, is again, an honor.

Listening to Jack tell these stories of key parts of his life was just incredible. Everyone calls him the “loud Irish YouTuber”, and I can confirm that that is a perfect description of him. He’s so bombastic and talks to the crowd like he’s talking to each individual person in the audience. You feel, well, special.

Going back to the stories he told, it’s so different hearing these stories in real life than through a YouTube video… This was so much more intimate, and you learned so much more about him… What makes him tick, what he’s gone through to get to this point, and you can see why he is such a genuine person.

—–

It’s 2:30am, and my sister and I just got back from Jack’s Milwaukee show… And wow… I don’t even know where to begin. My mind is going a million miles an hour, and I want to say so much, and am speechless at the same time. My mind won’t let me process what just happened… So, I’ll just start at the beginning.

Coming up to Jack’s shows, I was beyond excited because we had 2 chances to see him live, something that most likely won’t happen again. After the Chicago show, I was still happy because we still had the Milwaukee show. Going to the Milwaukee show had me feeling a lot of different things. I was so excited to see how he was on stage compared to his first show.

During the show, you can tell how much more confident he was, that he wasn’t as nervous for the first show, but Jack, you looked pretty damn tired. Even though we had heard the stories from the Chicago show, my sister and I were still laughing so hard. Jack just has a way with words and how he tells stories. You can listen to him say the same thing, but the way he says it was just a little bit different, and it felt like I was hearing the story for the first time. The show was again, amazing.

After the show, my sister and I already said that we would try to meet Jack because, well, he has never been here and we know we would never have the chance again. There was so many people waiting with us. The security guard told us that Jack wouldn’t be coming out until 2am, that he will ignore everyone, and he will be surrounded by cops, and will not talk to anyone. Everyone but about 20 people left. So, we sat and stood around for hours… Probably about 3 hours. It was a little after midnight and there was 6 people left, and everyone was saying how it was probably time to leave.

We then spotted a group of people walking from the front of the building, and I instantly spotted Jack, and jumped up. We all looked at each other and stood in a line for some reason. Jack came up and said we were crazy for waiting this long, and I was the first one to ask him for a hug. Let me tell you something, Jack’s hugs are the absolute best. He just kept hugging tighter and tighter, and wow, writing this is making me tear up, something I have only done twice since.

He turned to my sister and I and we got to thank him. I told him about my brother, and a few other things. I didn’t say everything I wanted to say, but I said the important things. I’m so happy I got to tell him that he’s helped me out so much ever since my brother passed.

It’s been a very rough almost 4 years with really bad depression and PTSD, and constantly reliving the day I couldn’t save him, so to meet the guy that has helped me so much, helped me even more. He talked to us for almost 10 minutes and I cannot believe how sweet the guy is. He actually seemed to want to learn more and cared about everything my sister and I were telling him. Now I can say with 100% certainty that Jack is such a genuine and humble person.

We wanted the other 4 girls to have a chance to talk to Jack so we talked to Arin for almost another 10 minutes… I’ll write about that in a different post.

Vernon told us that they had to go, but before they left, Jack ran up to my sister and I and gave us such a big hug. I’m still at a loss for words right now…

I’m happy… I haven’t been this happy in the almost 4 years since my brother died. It’s just such a weird feeling… But I’m also sad at the same time, emotional too. I’m happy because I met one of the main people that I have looked up to, and someone who has helped me overcome some really rough shit. I’m also sad. Sad because those 15-20 minutes went by extremely fast. Sad that I know he will forget about my sister and I. Sad that I’m positive we’ll never meet him again. Sad that we can’t just sit down with him for a little, and just talk, and fully explain how thankful I am. There’s just so many conflicting emotions going through my head right now.

I think I’ve written more than enough, and it’s a few days later… I’m just going to end this with one last thing:
@therealjacksepticeye, I know I said this already, but I really just want to reiterate it. You have helped my sister and I so much more than you will ever know. We lost our brother on October 31st, 2013, when he was only 18. My brother and I played video games together all the time. We had the same exact hobbies. We did so much together. When he passed, it felt like my life was over. Then I found you. I found the loud Irish YouTuber, and at that point, I didn’t realize just how much you would help me down the road. You make me laugh, but most importantly, you make me smile at least twice a day, no matter how shitty I feel, or how bad my depression or PTSD is. You’re videos are sometimes the only good part about my day, and other times, they help make my day so much better.

Now, I really don’t have anyone to play games with, so my sister watches me play games. Not as much as I would like, but she used to always watch my brother and I play. I wish I could play video games like I used to when my brother was here.

Anyways, I just want to thank you again. You do not know how much you have helped my sister and I out, and I don’t think I will ever find the right words to explain.

We both really hope you come back to Chicago/Milwaukee again because we would love to see your show again, and see how it’s changed from the “test run”. (It would be lovely if you came back!)

We will never forget Sunday night. We still can’t process that we met you… Our minds still think it was all just a great dream. We really do hope we get the honor of meeting you again.

Thank you from the bottom our our hearts, and keep doing what you’re doing, because you have helped countless people. We love you! ❤️

P.S. My sister wants to ask you to a drum off. She’s been playing for almost a decade. 😊
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I just wrote to the four people listed in this post about the cancellation of Sense8 and I thought I’d post what I said in case anyone wants a bit of an outline for what to write. Don’t write exactly what I said, obviously, or they’ll just be more likely to dismiss us all, but feel free to use this as a loose template for your own complaints.

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Nobody Needs to Know || Pt. 4

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request: @imissmystery “Heyyyy I totally fell in love with “Nobody Needs To Know” and I was wondering if you maybe could do a part 4 to it with the prompt “You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!” but like Archie or one of the girls say that to Jughead referring to how he rejected the reader??? Sorry if I’m being annoying haha I just cried so much reading this story I need to have a new chapter…”

Prompts:
#76 “You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?”
#4 "You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!“

Warnings: I think there’s more than once swear this time

A/N: the penultimate part of NNtK. Also the last part is a bit wordy, I apologize, but the last part will have all of the resolution!

My requests are always open!

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You didn’t come home until late last night. You knew obsessively checking your phone would do nothing to help your fragile emotions, and Pop’s wasn’t exactly an option. Instead, you walked around town until the wee hours of the night, never stopping for too long in any one place, which means that Sunday is a beautiful day of rest for your weary legs.

And still, Jughead hasn’t called. The rest of the group has texted you, and someone must have filled Kevin in because your correspondence with him thus far has been texts about how stupid Jug is being and about the level of mediocrity he reaches while you are far out of his league, anyway.

You’re not inclined to agree, but the sentiment is the same.

Once 11 am rolls around, you schlep yourself into the kitchen for a bagel and orange juice. It’s no breakfast burger at Pop’s, but it’ll do.

By the time you’ve finished, you decide to just talk to Jug first. Make the first move, and maybe he’ll come around.


“You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?”

Jughead slams his locker closed Monday morning as he finally acknowledges you. “And you know me not answering means I probably can’t talk, right?” He shoots back, but there is a playfulness you can see in his eyes. This is good, you can work with this.

“Walk me to class?”

As the two of you head down the hallway, you ease into a comfortable silence. But silence is all you’ve had this weekend, and you’re not about to let it continue.

“Listen, Jug. I miss you. You’re my best friend. Please, can we just do this again?” You gesture between you and Jughead, indicating the natural way it felt to be walking with each other. “I don’t see why, if I can put aside my feelings, we can’t just continue on as if nothing went wrong.”

You see his face drop a bit as you say that, and you hope you haven’t said the wrong thing again. But before you can express that concern, he perks up slightly. 

“That would be… Good, I think. We can pick up from where we left off?”

And, although it still hurt to know he didn’t feel the same, you agree.


Everyone meets at Pop’s after school, the usual routine, but you see the confusion on Betty, Kevin, and Archie’s face as they walk in to see Jughead at the booth. You hadn’t yet had the time to tell them your conversation with Jug.

“Hey, guys,” you greet as they get to the booth. Archie slides in next to Jug and Betty and Kevin fall in next to you. Avoiding the obvious and trying to not bring any more awkwardness, you ask, “Where’s Veronica?”

“She’ll be in right after us,” Betty answers, smiling tentatively at Jughead to acknowledge him before turning back to you. “She said she was going to check in with her mom befo-”

The door to Pop’s swings open and V walks in, smiling softly at the group until her eyes fall onto Jug. She speeds up her walk to the booth, stalking over angrily.

She moves her arm past Archie to grab at the soft collar of Jughead’s shirt. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Archie, alarmed, pushes her back a bit and she lets go of Jug. Also angry now, but more indignant than raging, Jughead jumps over the back of the booth the confront her. “Whoa, V, what was that for?”

You get up, hoping to explain that everything was fine, but Jughead pushes you slightly to the side as Veronica gets a hard look in her eye, her jaw setting in a hard line. “Don’t push her to the side, you’ve done that enough! You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did! She deserves better than someone who breaks his best friend’s heart and then shuts her out just because he’s a loner that doesn’t want to confront his feelings!”

You look between your friends, more confused than ever about her strong reaction and the sudden bashful look on your beanied best friend. “V, what are you going on about? Jug and I talked, it’s okay. Everything is back to normal.”

The three still seated have also stood up by now, painting a very unusual picture as the group stands around the booth without actually sitting in it.

Betty softly grabs at Veronica’s arm, looking at the other staring patrons of Pop’s. “C’mon, V, we’re making a commotion. Let’s just get out of here, go somewhere more private, and all of us can have a conversation.” Betty pointedly looks at your face, crumpled in concentration as you try to understand the situation. Ronnie softens, placing her own hand onto Betty’s and giving you an apologetic look.

“Fine,” she concedes, sighing. “We’ll go to my house. My mom said she’s on her way here to start her shift, anyway.”

The others agree, and although you are still utterly lost you allow Kevin to escort you out of the diner behind B and V, Jughead and Archie trailing behind.


The walk to Ronnie’s house had been awkward to say the least, with you trying to alleviate the tension.

Once inside of the house and settled in the living room, you are about ready to burst with curiosity. However, no one seems inclined to start the conversation, with all of you sat in a circle waiting for the first word from anyone.

You take it upon yourself once again. “So, would anyone like to explain exactly what went on at Pop’s?” You ask innocently.

Jughead sighs. “Well, yesterday, I get a call from Veronica. I thought that it was about the two of us, and so I didn’t answer. Next thing I know, Veronica is outside of my house screaming bloody murder and-”

“Oh, as if you didn’t deserve it,” Veronica interjects from where she sits leaning against Betty, arms crossed. “And don’t pretend that’s the start of the story.” She turns towards you now, arms uncrossing in favor of playing with the hem of her sleeve. “After we all split on Saturday morning, Betty and I took a shower and about an hour after Jughead called us. Not the other way around. We answered, wanting to know how he felt about the big blow-out.”

“Yeah,” Betty chimes in. “We didn’t blame him exactly, not after the conversation we had with you that night. We knew it would have been hard for him to hurt you that way, too, and we all know you can’t force feelings.”

“And we figured he could use a friend. Not as much as you needed us, but still. So when he asked us to come over, Betty and I went to his house. Then he started talking to us about how he felt really bad, and that he just wanted to know if you were okay but that he didn’t want to ask you himself because he didn’t want to mess with your emotions.” Veronica glares at Jughead with the last statement, and you wait for her to continue but she doesn’t.

“Okay, but I still don’t see the problem here?”

Archie reluctantly cuts in, sitting up slightly as he cracked his back. “Well, then I get a call from Veronica as she leaves, telling me that I needed to talk to Jughead because he was acting suspicious. So I headed over after practice, hoping it wouldn’t take to long because, uh, well honestly I feel like I shouldn’t be in the middle of a lonely Jug feeling feelings for the first time.”

“Meanwhile,” Kevin interjects, “I get a surprise visit from B and V and they explain what had gone down the day before. Geez, I go to the next town over once and I miss your declaration of love!” You give shoot an apologetic look to Jughead, but he shakes his head. “So then I text you, but don’t get a reply until the next morning.”

“Wait, what happened at Jug’s house though?” you inquire. This tale gets more confusing, and V’s rage still makes absolutely no sense.

Archie continues. “I go over to Jug and, well, he tells me how he’s feeling and then I tell V because honestly it’s pretty messed up to hurt you like that?”

“Actually, you only told her when we said that she hadn’t answered Kevin’s texts yet,” Betty reminds him.

“And once she knew, she went ballistic, tried calling him first to no answer and so she goes and bangs on his door,” Kevin picks up the story seamlessly. “And that’s what he was referring to by her ‘screaming bloody murder’,” he finishes off with finger quotes.

Jughead, finally annoyed at being talked over, goes back to the story he started. “Yeah, so she’s yelling for all of holy hell to hear and comes in telling me I have no right to talk to you after what I did, which made no difference because we already weren’t talking.” He looks into your eyes, and you hate the little flutter you still feel there despite it being unreciprocated. “But it turns out that Archie,” he throws a glare the red-head’s way, “has no code of honor whatsoever and told her everything I confessed the previous night.”

You start to put it together. All of the phrases they’d been using, ‘everything I confessed’, ‘tells me how he’s feeling’, ‘a loner that doesn’t want to confront his feelings’.

You look at Jughead, and although you can hear Veronica once again getting angry on your behalf, you can’t distinguish between the words. Your focus is Jug.

“You like me,” you whisper, and you see him still. The others stop their conversation.

“Oh,” Kevin says, “I thought we mentioned that part. Had we not gotten there yet?”

Everyone is silent once more. “Y-You like me, Jughead.” It’s not a question. It’s not even a statement. It’s an accusation, and everyone knows it.

Ways comics history is inaccurate (according to fans who were there)

Most of history is only obvious after the fact, so it’s interesting to talk to people who were there and find out that our image of the era doesn’t match the narratives we project. 

  • At the time, nobody cared about Crisis on Infinite Earths because almost everyone was too busy paying attention to Secret Wars. The importance of Crisis was entirely in retrospect.
  • X-Men is considered to be THE fan comic of the 70s-80s, but that isn’t completely true. X-Men only became a phenomenon after word of mouth about the Dark Phoenix Saga spread, and by that point, a large number of the crucial classic X-Storylines had already been told. Also, while X-Men was a top seller, that is not the whole story. For most of the late 1970s, Marvel’s top selling comic (and therefore the top selling comic) was Star Wars, which literally saved Marvel from bankruptcy. In the 1980s, different comics were top sellers in different ways. Amazing Spider-Man was the top seller at newsstands, X-Men was the top seller at comic stores, and GI Joe was the top seller via subscriptions.
  • History has really been rewritten about Jack Kirby after he died in 1993. Jack Kirby was kind of like Michael Jackson: when Kirby died, he became a god, but before then, people felt he was a diminished has-been who hadn’t done anything good in 20 years. It makes me very curious about what will happen when (God forbid) George Lucas dies, actually. Our culture treats people terribly when alive and idolizes them when dead. Around the Marvel offices in the 70s, Jack Kirby was called “Jack the Hack” and lettercols were often just plain confused when Kirby took over titles like Captain America and Black Panther. This is a shame, as so much of what Kirby did then had creative power…but it is unquestionably true Kirby did his best work with a plotter.
  • In particular, a lot of history was rewritten around Kirby’s Lord of Light inspired New Gods comics at DC. I’d compare the reaction at the time to Episode I: expectations around these books were insane, they were called, before they came out, “Marvel Killers.” Instead, most of them were canceled in the first 12 issues. At the time, they were considered a disappointment, creatively and in sales. Someone, I think it was Mark Evanier, said with a totally straight face that the DC Zelazny-inspired Space God Comics were “the great unfinished symphony of comics.” That’s even funnier when you consider that they actually were finished – not in an act of vandalism by some philistine, but by Kirby himself in the Hunger Dogs series everyone pretends didn’t happen. If it was Mark Evanier, that’d be even more amazing, because I do believe Evanier worked on Hunger Dogs.
  • Who was the most admired Marvel creator by comic fans in the early to late 1970s? Two names you seldom hear passed around today: Don MacGregor and Barry Windsor-Smith. Don MacGregor made a name for himself on the Black Panther revival series Jungle Action, and the adventures of the Beast in Amazing Adventures. Barry Windsor-Smith was the artist on Conan the Barbarian before John Buscema. The two didn’t get as much work as fans liked, because they were in the last decade when it was possible to be a fan-favorite creator and still be low-sellers, since it was kids, not fandom, who bought most comics. 

anonymous asked:

what would utena be like, if it had been told from Akio's warped perspective? Well, your opinion on it, at least.

It already is, dude.  All the pomp and circumstance lavished on the dueling game by the camera/score/pacing - that’s all him.  All the artsy camera shit that obfuscates the rape/incest is him.  The priorities of the plot are his.  The mythology that underpins it is his.  That’s why people can and do watch the whole thing and not get that he’s the bad guy.  That’s why the win condition is escaping the story itself.  That’s why nobody can remember anyone who has.