Co-worker Kim Bryant shared these photos of her recent trip
to Hay-on-Wye, Wales, aka “The Town of Books”. According to Kim, there are so many bookstores in Hay-on-Wye that “you can literally stand
in the doorway of one and see nothing but more everywhere you look. … And yet,
we were told by the Tourist Info Centre that there are fewer bookstores than
there used to be.”
2009 his relationship with the town’s booksellers had soured to the point of symbolic regicide. That’s the year Booth’s unhappy subjects beheaded an effigy of their king and declared that the (self-proclaimed) independent kingdom of Hay was now
an independent commonwealth.
Sounds like the makings of a good book. Anyone here down to write it?
Imagine if the mortal instruments gang all went to the carnival after cohf.
Isabelle and Jace would insist on going on all the craziest rides
Simon goes along with it, hoping he’ll get to do the whole “you can hold me if you’re scared” thing that he’s seen in rom coms but ends up clinging to Izzy for dear life during most of them.
Jace is the holds his hands up in the air and screams during drops kind of guy
Clary’s the close your eyes and switches between laugh and screaming type
Alec holds on to Magnus’s hand right before the drop
Alec asks about the booths and he and Magnus temporary leave the group for some carnival games
Alec does pretty well at balloon darts, and the “knouck em down cans”but just can’t land anything at ring toss
“By the Angel Magnus its some sort of mudane toture device!”
Eventually magnus feels bad and magically moves one onto the poles
The gang show up
Jace and Alec immediatly go against each other in
“knouck em down cans” and arguing over who won
“I’m just saying I won” “Jace you hit the guy on your last throw” “Hey it wasn’t my fault my ball ricocheted into his face. That’s actually more impressive than hitting a stack a cans if you ask me. That’s probably worth 3 points at least!!”
Clary decides to get her face painted with Izzy
Clary gets a small but intricate design of stars while Izzy goes for a butterfly
They convince Simon to get vampire face paint, with fangs and blood and everything
He’s not amused
Clary and Jace go ride the Ferris Wheel together and Clary looks a lot more flushed and blushy when they come down, leading to magnus making a comment about teenagers
Simon manages to win a small stuffed teddy bear and gives it to Isabelle
She wins him a gaint stuffed animal in return
Alec and Magnus try out those photo booth things and have a blast
Alec wins a goldfish and has no idea what to do with it
Magnus jokingly dubbs it Magnus the fish jr.
Simon gets to the karoke booth and everyone joins in, even alec hums and sings the chorus
Clary feels so happy she can burst, all the people she holds close have all come together to have fun and its everything she could ask for
can you do a jughead/riverdale imagine where
jughead breaks up with the reader, and the whole “squad” leaves the
reader, so in despair she goes to the river to kill herself ( like what Cheryl
did ) and Jughead saves her?
Warnings: Attempted Suicide, Swearing, sad
A/N: If you ever feel like self-harming or
think suicide is the answer, please, talk to me or someone. There are so many
people going through this, and I’d hate for anyone to feel this way. x
“I’m breaking up with you.”
Those five words had
basically killed you. You knew you’d hear those words, but you didn’t expect
them right now, after dating Jughead Jones for a year and three months. You
hadn’t expected the words to come tumbling from his mouth. They were like
bullets, each word hitting you in the heart. You had looked at the raven haired
boy, who sat across from you. You were both in a booth, where you spent your
time together. You had a sudden chill come over your body, the thick, khaki jacket
couldn’t even keep you warm. You looked outside, the neon sign reflecting onto
the window, but the thick, white snow still fell outside.
“How long?” You asked, looking
back at the boy who sat in front of you. He looked emotionless, whereas you, on
the other hand had tears welling up in your eyes and your hands were shaking a
little bit. You bit your lip, looking around the diner. So many memories were
made in this diner for you and Jughead. You had met him in this diner, along
with Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge. You had spent countless
nights with him, curled up in the booth, a book in your hands as he typed away
on his laptop.
“A few weeks,” Jughead
said softly. He could see how broken you were right now, but he swore he didn’t
feel the same. After a very intense conversation with Betty about her feelings
for him, he thought he didn’t love (Y/N) anymore, but deep down, he still loved
her. He was just too caught up in everything, and with Veronica pushing him to
love Betty, he got confused.
You couldn’t handle
seeing his face anymore. His beautiful, pale face. You looked down at your lap,
hand covering your mouth as you let out a sob. ‘Don’t cry, (Y/N)…’ Jughead’s words went straight through you as
you stood up, collecting your phone and book, shoving them in your bag and
quickly making your way out of the diner, walking in the snow, making your way
home and ending up on your bed, a sobbing mess.
None of them had talked
to you in three weeks. They all sided with Jughead and immediately left you.
Archie, Betty, Veronica, Kevin, even Cheryl had started befriending them all
and she was giving you a few side eyes and glares.
You walked into the
student lounge, one earphone in your ear as you listened to your Spotify
playlist. You had left your book and water bottle on the table in the lounge.
As you looked up from your phone, you saw a certain pair of blue eyes meet
yours. Along with your ex-friends. Goose bumps appearing on your skin as you
walked to the table, picking up the two objects you had to collect and shoving
them in your bag, you looked over your shoulder, all six pairs of eyes on you.
Your breathing had quickened, and you knew they all hated you. All because
Jughead broke up with you. You could feel it in the atmosphere and see the look
in their eyes. Running your fingers through your hair, you quickly left the
student lounge and made your way out of the building, wanting to get home as soon
Another two weeks had
passed and they were all still being so petty about Jughead breaking up with
you and they were still taking it out on you. It had been over five weeks and
they were still being so dramatic about this whole thing, but you just couldn’t
handle it anymore. You closed your locker gently, looking down at your Converse
clad feet and slinging your bad over your shoulder. You headed towards the
doors that you walked through every morning, the ‘Core Four’ as your peers
called the group that you had once been a part of, were walking straight
towards you, but you were not moving out of their way. Your shoulder had grazed
Jughead’s, and you looked over your shoulder, his blue eyes coming in contact
with yours. He had a slight look of confusion in his features, wondering why
you weren’t going the way he was going, since you both had English together.
You wanted to say ‘I’m sorry’. You wanted to apologise and have him hold you,
but you knew that wasn’t going to happen.
You had left the
boundaries of the school, the snow falling and creating a crisp, white layer on
the ground. You had taken a different route today. You weren’t going home. No.
You were going somewhere that meant a lot to you, and you wanted to make sure
that no one knew where to find you. The snow had gotten thicker, it reaching
above your ankles at this moment, and it was getting deeper. You trudged
through the snow, seeing Sweetwater River covered by a thick layer of the snow,
and also a layer of ice had been hidden underneath the snow.
Your hair rested over
your shoulders as you dropped your bag, letting it fall onto a log that was
peeking out of the snow. You took your phone from your back pocket, staring at
it for a few seconds before typing in your password and going to your messages.
You clicked on Jughead’s name and started to compose a text message.
‘i don’t know why everyone hated me so much
after you broke up with me. but now i understand, because i’m hating me too.
Jughead didn’t know why
he suddenly got a text message from you, but as soon as he saw what you had
written, he was on his feet, collecting his stuff and rushing out of the
student lounge. So many thoughts were running through his head. Where were you?
He tried calling you, but you didn’t answer, you were immediately declining his
“Juggie!” Betty had
called out to him, Archie, Kevin and Veronica also following the blonde, who
was following the raven haired boy. “What happened? Is it your dad?” She
continued, trying to catch up to him, but he was already out of the school
doors and jogging down the stairs. “Jughead, please!”
Jughead turned around,
his phone still clutched in his hand. “You! You’re all the goddamn problem! You
wanted me to break up with her. You all egged me on to do it! Putting into my
head that I’d be so much better with Betty! Well, no. I just wanted (Y/N) and
now she fucking hates herself and I have no idea where she is, but she probably
has one motive at this point and I think you all know what it is!” Jughead
looked at his group of friends, his face was red, but he was almost crying.
You had managed to make
it out to the middle of Sweetwater River, taking in a deep breath as the snow
fell, and snowflakes had landed in your hair and on your eyelashes. It was a
beautiful feeling, and you wanted it to be the last feeling you had.
Your clothes were a
strong contrast against the pure white snow, and anyone could possibly see you
amongst this blanket of white, but no one was around to see you disappear
within the snow, so it would be like you dropped off the face of the earth.
You took a deep breath,
the cold air feeling refreshing as you looked around one last time. You gripped
the sharp rock that was in your hand, looking down at the snow and dropping to
your knees. You pushed the snow, piling it up so you could see the ice. You
raised your hands above your head, the rock still grasped in your hands. A rush
of adrenaline had overcome you and you swung your hands down, hitting the rock
onto the ice. A small chip had been made, but bringing the rock down onto the
ice over and over again had started to show a result in what you were looking
“(Y/N!)” You heard a
voice shout across from the shore of the river. You stood still, but looked
over your shoulder. Seeing 6 people across the river, standing safely on the
shore, whereas you were stood in the middle, hearing the ice creak the
slightest bit made your heart beat faster. All 6 of your friends that had left
you were standing there. Archie, Betty, Veronica, Kevin. Even Cheryl was stood
there. But the last one, his signature denim jacket with a fleece collar and
his beanie, was stood at the very edge. His eyes were wide and he was paler
than usual. He was just hoping that the ice wouldn’t crack before he could talk
“(Y/N), please! Just,
come to the shore. We can talk through this. We’re so sorry!” Betty shouted,
and Jughead gave her a side glance. Betty and Cheryl were standing behind
Archie, and Veronica and Kevin were standing next to Archie. The boy that loved
you so much watched as you turned around, fully facing the group of teenagers
that had left you in a time of need. Jughead started forward, taking one step
onto the ice. Slowly walking towards you, he told the others to not follow,
because the weight of them all will surely pull them under.
“(Y/N). Come closer,
please. We’re going to talk through this. It’s freezing and you’re going blue.”
Jughead continued to walk towards you, but you stood exactly where you needed
to. The ice was starting to crack a bit more, and you wished it would hurry up
and pull you under the surface. “You know I love you and I care about you. I
don’t want you to do this. I’m sorry that I was so pathetic. I should’ve known
to stay with you. (Y/N), I love y-“
Betty Cooper stood
there, watching the boy she had probably the slightest feelings for, confess
his love to someone else. She wasn’t sure how to feel, but you loved him first,
and she went out and ruined that. She felt like shit, putting it bluntly, but
she would eventually get over it.
“You know I love you and
I care about you. I don’t want you to do this. I’m sorry that I was so
pathetic. I should’ve known to stay with you. (Y/N), I love y-“. Betty watched
as Jughead’s face dropped and went pale. He stood there as his girlfriend
disappeared below the surface. Archie was the first to move, bolting across the
icy surface in attempt to save his best friend’s love.
“Jughead! Come on!”
Veronica pushed him slightly, and Jughead realised that his girlfriend had
disappeared. Archie was almost at where she had just been standing. The ginger
dropped to his knees, seeing that the current had pulled her somewhere
underneath the ice, which was acting like a glass floor. Jughead hand scrambled
next to Archie, panting and looking at his best friend.
“Current’s pulled her
under somewhere, spread out and look for her,” Archie spoke to Jughead,
nodding. He watched the raven haired boy followed the way the current was going
and started pushing snow from the icy floor. Archie repeated the same words he
had just said to Jughead, in a louder tone. Everyone had started looking for
her. Cheryl was stood at the shore, a phone to her ear. She was wearing a pair
of heels, so Kevin had decided to give her is phone to call someone to get
“Found her!” Veronica
yelled as she pushed more snow away from the ice. Jughead looked up, his hair
dishevelled and his beanie was crooked on his head. He scrambled over to where
Veronica was and saw the body of his girlfriend starting to disappear deeper
into the water. He looked around, in hopes to find something to break the ice
with, but there was no luck. He looked at his hands, starting to beat at the
ice. He groaned, his knuckles could definitely not take this type of beating,
and Archie saw his best friend’s pain. Despite the words that Jughead would say
to him after, he pushed him aside and started to hit the ice. So far, Archie
was just cutting and breaking his knuckles, and blood was going everywhere, but
he had eventually started to break the ice. His blood was mixing in with the
water from the river. As soon as Archie had broken the ice, he and Jughead both
reached in, grabbing onto either of your arms, pulling you onto the snowy
Jughead took one look at
you as he moved you away from the hole that had been created in the ice. Your
skin was paler than usual, and your lips had gone blue. Your clothes stuck to
your skin and you were colder than the water that was trapped under the layer
of ice. “She isn’t breating,” he murmured, laying you on your back. He pumped
at your chest, hoping that it would start to pump some blood into your system.
Jughead shivered when he pressed his mouth against yours. It took him about
three minutes to get you back, but as soon as you spluttered the water from
your lungs, gasping for air, he pulled you into his chest, holding you so close
Archie had given up his
letterman jacket, since Jughead’s had become drenched somehow. You were in
Jughead’s arms, shivering and shaken up from the events that just happened. You
had realised in that very moment. As soon as your body went underneath that ice
and you couldn’t pull yourself up. You actually thought you’d end up dead, and
you definitely regretted putting Jughead, and everyone else through that.
“Juggie?” You whispered
as you sat up in your bed. Everyone agreed to not mention anything, so Jughead
took you home. You both got into the house just fine, since your parents were
out of state for the week. He let you take a hot shower, got you changed into warm
clothes (both you and him) and he let you sleep, while he took a shower, the
scene of you dropping into the water playing over and over in your head.
Jughead looked at you.
He hadn’t spoken much, because he didn’t know if he was going to burst out crying.
He had just brought you back from basically dying, and he was still shaking up.
“I’m so sorry,” you spoke
softly. Your skin was still crawling with goosebumps. Your room was probably as
warm as a sauna or something. The heater was on, you had two blankets on, a
pair of pyjama pants on, a hoodie and a fuzzy pair of socks, but you still felt
cold. You felt so cold and heartless for attempting to do that, especially in
front of Jughead.
“For what? If I hadn’t
had arrived when I had, you’d probably be at the bottom of Sweetwater River
right now, dead. And no one would probably know until summer, and that’s what
scared me so much. I love you and I don’t want you to go anywhere right now.
It’s tough for both of us, I know. And I am the worst person for pulling that
on you, and being so pathetic about it.” He sat on the edge of your bed,
looking at you. “Please, please. Don’t leave me,” Jughead’s voice broke as he
leant forward, head resting on your shoulder. Small sobs could be heard, and
your heart shattered into a million pieces. It was you that broke Jughead
Jones. And you’d have to live with that for the rest of your life.
I don’t post a lot on social media these days and I rarely if ever post anything personal. But I have two personal stories that I’ve never really told publicly that I feel I need to tell today.
About seven years ago there was a letter in my mailbox from the White House. To be clear, not just the White House, but from the newly elected President Of The United States. Wow, maybe this had something to do with his appearance in an issue of Amazing Spider-Man, but oddly enough it was addressed to my then 8 year old daughter. It seems that unbeknownst to her parents, my little girl mailed a letter to President Obama wishing him well and offering him advice as only an 8 year old could.
And he wrote back.
In the letter he thanked and commending her for passing along her thoughts and engaging in this wonderful thing we call Democracy. To this day I still tear up remembering the look on her face as she read that letter realizing that not only did the President Of The United States write back, but that she lived in a country in which this was possible.
Two years later I was sitting in my office at Marvel when my phone rings and a gentlemen claiming to be an assistant to the President Of The United States tells me that the POTUS would like to commission me to do a piece of art for him. Thinking it was a prank I told him I’d love to discuss it further but I was rushing off to a meeting and would gladly call him back. I took down his info, did a quick Google search and confirmed that the number on my caller I.D. was indeed coming from an office in the White House. Wait, what?!?
As it turned out a close friend of the President, Patrick Gaspard, who was the Director of the White House Office of Political Affairs, was leaving to take on his new role as the Director of the Democratic National Committee. Mr. Gaspard happened to be a HUGE Marvel Comics fan. We’re talking a full on True Believer since childhood, and President Obama thought that a perfect parting gift for his service to the administration would be a custom piece of art featuring Mr. Gaspard, himself and several Marvel heroes standing in front of the White House and for some godforsaken reason he was asking me to draw it. I of course had to get approval from the highest levels of Marvel where it was met with nothing but enthusiasm and a big thumbs up.
Now as unlikely as all of this sounds, nothing was more surreal than when I was sending off rough sketches to White House for the President’s approval and getting back notes. I’d never been more thrilled to get art revisions in my life! Once the piece was finished inked and colored by Danny Miki and Richard Isanove respectfully, I received word that the President was thrilled with the results and Mr. Gaspard was over the moon with the final framed surprise gift.
Admittedly, for those close to me that knew about the assignment, I’d make it a point to boast as often as I could that I was now officially the very first United States Sequential Artist Laureate. Quite frankly, I don’t see why that shouldn’t be a thing.
A short time later I was at San Diego Comicon signing books at the Marvel booth when someone extended a hand for me to shake. I looked up and the gentlemen said, “Do you recognize me?” How could I not, I had spent a week drawing him. It was of course Mr. Gaspard and he wanted to thank me personally for the art and to express how much Marvel had meant to him growing up and still means to him today. Patrick and I have kept in touch ever since and while his current tenure as Ambassador to South Africa is coming to an end, I’m looking forward to catching up with him when he’s back in the States and making good on my promise to bring him on to the set of Defenders or taking him to a Mets game.
And yes, I was lucky enough to meet President Obama. like I said, I don’t usually like to post things of a personal nature, but today I feel compelled to simply convey my own humble experience of having the great honor of meeting the most powerful man on the planet when he was in office. A man who was nothing but kind, appreciative and generous to me, who demonstrating a genuine love for the medium of comics and took more time than he ever needed to to express his appreciation for the work I created and the medium of comics itself. The same man who also took time to write a simple yet eloquent response in 2009 to a little girl who express love and hope, not for herself, but for her President and his future.
Godspeed President Obama, thank you for your service. I have no doubt and look forward to how you will continue to serve and change our world for the better.