the drown town

if time was a colour
i would call it blue
it’s been without kindness
and empty of you

winter came fast
taught me never to forget
left me locked in the past
stole the remainder of breath

there’s too much lost
and not enough found
got drenched in the storms
submerged and drowned

i’ve travelled long
on a ghost town road
your love right now
is all i need to know
your love darling
is the afterglow

I haven’t written a rhyming poem for… long time.  So out of practice!  This reads more like a song lyric than poetry to me.

The Only Movie Theatre ~ Jughead Jones

Request: Jughead and (Y/N) meeting in the diner
Y/N=Your Name
Y/E/C=Your Eye Color

The small bell above the door jingled as I entered the small 80’s themed diner, Pop’s, also known as the only diner in Riverdale, which was a very big fall from the largeness of New York I was used to.

I had just moved here with my fraternal twin-sister, Veronica and our mother after the man I refuse to call my father had done some very stupid things, forcing us to flee our home and move to possibly the most boring town in the world.

As my shoes clicked against the tiled floor I looked down to see that I was still in my party attire from the homecoming dance, though I had left early to take Betty home as she wasn’t in the best of terms with my sister at the moment.

I walked up to the register, ordering a milkshake and paying. As the worker moved to the back to start on my shake, I saw a mysterious looking guy around my age sitting not to far away in a booth by the window, typing at a computer.

As confidence was something known to run in the Lodge family, in a few steps I stood in front of the table where the boy sat, hoping that he wasn’t a serial killer and I could possibly make another friend.

It took a few moments but the boy slowly looked up from his screen, his green eyes landing on me, “Can I help you?” He asked dryly, my smile faltered for a second at the annoyance in his voice, before picking it back up again.

“What are you writing about?” I questioned, looking down as his fingers typed rapidly on the keyboard of his silver laptop.

He responded almost immediately, “Its my novel, about this town.”

I frowned at his answer as he began typing, “Why would you want to write about this town? No offense, but it’s no big apple.”

The boy looked up from his screen for a split second, before beginning to type again, “Does the big apple have a Jason Blossom?”

The name sounded familiar to me, and I had to rack my brain fir a few seconds before remembering I had seen a poster of him at the front of school on the first day, “You mean the boy that drowned? I’m pretty positive that people have drowned in bigger towns than Riverdale, it’s actually quite a common way to go.”

“Yes, but in a town like Riverdale, nothing ever happens here-”

“Obviously.” I cut in, absentmindedly playing with the menu that was by the edge of the table. “You guys have, what? One movie theatre?”

The boy ignored my comment and continued writing his novel, “And when something like the death of the son of the richest family in town happens, people want to hear about it. As a city person I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

I opened my mouth slightly at what the boy had just muttered, should I have been offended?

“How did you know I’m from the city?” I questioned carefully, seriously wondering if this guy was done kind of crazed stalker.

The boy just shrugged, “This town is small, so when things happen, like the very rich sand famous Lodge family moving in unexpectedly from New York, people talk.” The boy looked up at me once more, “And you, (Y/N) Lodge, seem to be the talk of the town.”

I looked at the boy for a minute, studying him, “If you know my name, I feel obligated to know yours as well. Or is remaining nameless part of the antisocial all-knowing hipster thing you got going on?”

If may have just been my imagination but I swore I saw the corner’s of the boy’s lips turn up slightly at my sarcastic comment, “It’s Jughead. Jughead Jones.”

I thanked the diner employee as they handed me my milkshake and I took a sip of it, enjoying the smooth and refreshing drink, “Well, Jughead Jones. Tell me about this novel.” I requested, sliding into the booth across from the dark-haired boy, watching with curious eyes as he faintly chuckled, but went into detail about his book nonetheless.


After speaking with Jughead for what only seemed like mere minutes, a text from my sister reveled that I had been sitting with him the diner for three hours!

Veronica: Where r you?

(Y/N): Sorry, lost track if time. On the way now.

“Looks like its time for me to head home.” I told the boy in front of me, standing up and sighing lightly when I felt something pop after sitting in the same position for the last few hours.

I was surprised when Jughead stood up as well, “I’ll walk you out.”

Jughead and I awkwardly stood outside of the entrance to Pop’s, looking anywhere but each other’s eyes.

“I had fun tonight.” Jughead and I both said at the same time, causing each other to burst into laughter, after a few seconds of recovering I spoke up.

“You go first.”

Jughead nodded, pushing his hands into the pickets if his jacket, “I had a lot of fun tonight, (Y/N). You’re something different.”

“Good different?” I questioned, moving a stray piece if hair from my face.

The Jones boy nodded, “A very good different.” It was silently for a moment as he kicked a rock with his shoe before speaking up again, “So if you, I don’t know, like ever want to hang out or something-”

I cut off his awkward, but somewhat cute rambling, “I’ve been dying to check out the movie theatre here. You know, the only one?“

He nodded and chuckled a bit, "So it’s a date?”

I smiled at him, “If that’s what you want to call it.” We stared at each-other for a few seconds, his green eyes meeting my (Y/E/C) ones. I broke the eye contact by looking at my phone to see it was 1:14. “I better get going, but I had fun tonight Jughead, really.”

The Jones boy nodded, “So, did I.”

Another spur of confidence made me push on the tops of my toes, and plant a kiss on his cheek, causing a blush to spread across his face.

“See you around, Jughead Jones.” I said in a final goodbye, before turning around and walking into the parking lot.

As I got into my car, I looked to see that Jughead was still standing outside of Pop’s, and this time I was more than sure that the corners of his mouth had turned up into a smirk.

Wild thoughts on season 13

I’m so psyched that we might get a really huge subversion of season 1 in season 13…

With Mary as the missing mother to find and John as the long dead parent?

With Cas as Jess, one of the brothers just brutally killed lovers? Maybe Dean has nightmares about him? Can’t sleep? Sam KNOWS? He openly empathises?

With Sam now in Dean’s position and Dean in Sam’s?

With no bunker (at least for a short time or having left the bunker for a long while, but imo the bunker should go in the end and they find a middle ground home, above ground part mol/part hunter, so this is a great opportunity to cut ties with an explosion, just like Bobby’s place, two extremes leading to the perfect home that’s half/half) so them both on the road again in the impala?

Trying to get Mary back, trying to track Jack but a ton of MotW episodes to mirror s1 maybe wendigos, shapeshifters etc? Meeting kids like in 1x18 but this time Sam’s reaction to the kids’ dynamic, acknowledging Dean as his parent and now brother who needs support himself.

But as opposed to season 1 NOW with a real support network? Found family? Being more open with each other? A healthier relationship between them? Dean accepting himself more and Sam not wanting to escape?

Maybe Dean regressing to exaggerated coping mechanisms to start with, town after town drowning himself in booze and women, until he realises through said support network and his new positive relationship with Sam that this is not working and starts to come round to a healthier attitude towards himself that he had JUST gotten to before Cas died and Mary was ripped away…

The regression as an exposition to the GA that this is what that’s ALWAYS been when it happened before, then with Dean finally moving forwards from it? Thanks to his recent emotional growth?

I don’t know I just have feelings about all this…

Konstantin Gorbatov - The drown town

Kitezh grad, legendary city, drown in the lake Svetloyar during Batu’s invasion of Russia. According to the legend, popular among old-belivers, only a person with sincere heart and pure soul can find the way to Kitezh.
The image of Kitezh is rather popular in Russian culture - the best known example is Rimsky-Korsakov’s famous opera “The Legend of the Invisible City of Kitezh and the Maiden Fevroniya”.

Reblog if you are a Creepypasta RP Blog!

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  • *i found this sitting in my hard drive. credit to Epic Rap Battle Parodies*
  • Stories Featured
  • Slender man
  • Jeff The Killer
  • Hoody
  • Masky
  • Eyeless Jack
  • Smile.jpg
  • SCP-173
  • BEN Drowned
  • Lavender Town
  • Zalgo
  • Narrator: Epic Rap Battle Parodies. Slender man versus Jeff The Killer. Begin.
  • Slender: Prepare for the arrival of the faceless king of horror. I'll knock you harder than when you fell on the bathroom floor. You're just a prepubescent child who has no meaning of fright. I scare all who happen to spot me in the night. Nothing can match my length. I spit diminishing and dark. I got swarms of arms coming at you prepared to leave a mark. Emo hair and white hoodie? No class to be found. Were your talents scarred as well? Because your rhymes are profound.
  • Jeff: You're a pedophile chasing little kids through town. Legend says you kill but I'm the best killer around. What's with those tentacles? Ha! You're like a living hentai. A photobomb whose only popularity comes from PewDiePie. You're known from fake document, just look at Marble Hornets. Driving people crazy, no wonder you've never had a duet. You may be called a man, but I'm more killer than you. As for your face, I'll bleach it, ignite it, and give it a redo.
  • Slender: They call me "Slender man" because I get all them bitches. See, I'm a man, you're a kid who can't write any disses. You're a rip-off of Dahmer, and he's more effective. Your ass got burnt, bitch. You're literally defective. How the hell are you considered scary? Your balls haven't dropped. And the most action you've ever had, was at a bus stop. I don't need to try against you, you wouldn't last in my mane. You must be getting claustrophobic, now taste my static haze.
  • Jeff: I can see right through you. You're not scary at all. You may be slender, but I'm the one who's standing tall. I'll choke you with your black tie, no lie, then beat your faceless ass until you finally die. Ahahahaha! You won't put up a fight. I'll make you need Hospice. Come at me, and I'll rip off your Slender dick. Don't give me your crap, bitch. You're done, you're old news. How sad, they made a Teletubby scarier than you.
  • Hoody: Now hold on a second. It's Hoody and Masky. We bring horror you won't believe.
  • Masky: Ain't no cameras here, so that means you better leave.
  • Hoody: We'll rip up your pages then leave you in flames.
  • Masky: You both have no family, now it's your turn to get maimed.
  • Hoody: You've got long arms, and you've got no eyelids.
  • Masky: And both of you freaks always go after kids.
  • Hoody: What a lame excuse, no eyes you can still see
  • Masky: That we will kill you just like your whole family.
  • Jack: Hahahahaha! It's Eyeless Jack here! So get ready for your doom. You know your death is ready when I sneak into your room. Rip out your liver, you won't be needing this in your grave. Walking around the woods at night, you think you're so brave. Slender Man, you don't scare me. Jeff, you're just a bitch. I'll make Hoody and Masky my death slaves like my buddy Mitch. I'm the Creepypasta king. You'll feel a loss to the Boss. I don't even need eyes to see that you lost.
  • Smile: Spread the word, you bitches lost to this number one dog. You pussies are only scary because you hide in the fog. Meanwhile, I'll restyle you hostile pedophiles to jump miles. Get ready, cause you assholes are gonna see a hell of a smile. I can't understand how you pussies are considered horror. A twig, a child, pathetic twins, and a sightless explorer. You can't beat me, I'm more badass than all of you combined. All five of you could never handle this demonic canine.
  • Intercom: SCP-173 has escaped we're putting the foundation on lockdown.
  • SCP: You D-class losers wipe away that smile. I'm SCP-173 animate and hostile. I'm a class Keter threat you're all Euclid at best. Special Victory Procedures: beating you all to death. No use containing or protecting your insecurities. Blink once and you're dead, I'm like an angel that weeps. Neck snap, get back I'm having too much fun. Soon as I'm in the arena you'll all be (DATA EXPUNGED)
  • BEN: You shouldn't have done that time to give you a frown. I'm back for good, bitches. And this time I won't drown. I go by the name of Ben, I'm everyone's thriller. I've come to this battle to destroy, you pathetic excuse for killers. You all will suffer and I'll make sure the media will see. I'll record your deaths, then upload it as a .wmv . Half of you are just pussies who can't handle a face revealing. Now let me conclude this battle, with the Song of Unhealing.
  • M: Back from the island it's MissingNo, here to fight. I'm the bitchin' glitchin' witch who will show you true fright. I'll crunch you, prisoner, 128 times. And Smile, I'll crush your floppy disk with my glitching rhymes. Hoody, Masky and Slendy I can't make your stories worse. And Jack and Jeff? Ha! Sounds like a Mother Goose verse. You all need to watch out for when M truly arrives. You'll be destroyed like a Marowak as I corrupt your lives!
  • Zalgo: Wahahahaha! Enough with your petty rhymes, It's time for you all to suffer. My presence is so purely evil, the thought of my rhymes (incoherent words). You're hiding in your forest so no one sees you cry. And you, I'll spit bleach at and burn your insides. Hoody and Masky, you two are just assholes dressing up like little faggots as I steal your souls. And Jacky Boy, I think it's time for you to see, that nobody gives a shit about your crappy story. Smile Dog you're a puppy. I'm the mad dog of madness. You bring suicidal thoughts, but I'll bring you to sadness. SCP nobody knows what you are. Some experiment covered in feces and scars. Ben, you shouldn't have done that. I'll diss you to death. You're a statue of Link who won't take another breath. Hell no, MissingNo. You're just a little bitch. Call yourself the master of corruption, but you're nothing but a glitch. Nine lives taken at my demonic laughter. You're in my realm, bow down to Zalgo, your master.
  • Narrator: Who won? Who's next? You decide! Epic rap battle parodies!
  • (incoherent groans)
  • (corrupted screams)
  • (more screams)

I super love the idea of Jake becoming the new leader of the Felt and Crowbar being his new mentor though. And I love the idea of the Felt teaching him about their “quadrants” and how they sort their very complicated relationships in easy-to-understand terms. 

I want it to help Jake understand his feelings for others in ways he wasn’t able to express before. Like “By Jove! I get it now! My feelings for Dirk were always more Stars and Balloons! Not so much Horseshoes and definitely not Clovers. But Roxy seems like a Clovers kind of gal…” And you get the gist. 

And I really want Jake to accidentally call Crowbar “dad” every now and then. And Jake is super embarrassed every time and Crowbar feels kind of weird about it but it’s a good kind of weird. And maybe he ends up becoming extra protective of Jake because of it. And it’s just great to think about Jake going from no family and complete isolation to having Jade and HUMONGOUS GREEN MOB FAMILY and everything is chaos but it’s a whole new adventure for him and he loves it. 

anonymous asked:

Parallels between Hama and Jet?

Hama and Jet are both trapped by memories of past trauma to the point of not being able to move on from them.

In terms of characters paths, Hama and Jet are Katara and Zuko’s “what could have been,” respectively. Hama’s imprisonment led her to see all firebenders as evil, even though they were innocent; Katara starts to veer in that direction with Zuko in “The Crossroads of Destiny” and “The Southern Raiders,” but is ultimately able to work her way past the all-consuming anger and begin seeing firebenders as people. Hama is a mirror of both the strength of Katara and how bitter she could have become, had she chosen it.

Jet has a similar problem to Hama, but his character path actually parallels Zuko more closely (and I don’t think the visual resemblance is coincidental). Jet thinks he has changed (he even tells Katara that he has changed when Katara runs into him) and for a while, it really does seem as if he will redeem himself the way Zuko ultimately does. 

The problem is that he doesn’t quite get there. We could say, “Oh, that’s because of his untimely demise,” but consider that the reason he was even down in Lake Laogai in the first place is because of his inability to move on from spotting Iroh with a hot cup of tea. He challenges an old man working in a tea shop to a duel, and then fights the man’s nephew in broad daylight. Jet may have repented of his idea to drown an entire town to get rid of the Fire Nation soldiers, but he never got over the idea that he had to expose and fight The Eeeevil Firebenders wherever they were. Zuko, on the other hand, was able to let go of the destructive ideology that had influenced his childhood and heal from the trauma he had experienced at the hands of his father. Jet pursued firebenders the way Zuko pursued the Avatar, and in the end, only Zuko was able to overcome his conditioning to give up the chase.

But the most important part of both characters is that they don’t only exist to serve as examples to the protagonists. Hama and Jet are their own people. Jet is a parallel and a contrast to Zuko, but he also has his own life. He has the Freedom Fighters, whom he looks after and who see him as a surrogate father. And Hama was portrayed as quite heroic in the beginning, fighting raid after raid, watching her fellow waterbenders being taken away one by one and yet still not bowing her head when she’s captured. It’s even implied that Hama was a friend of Katara’s grandmother (which makes me want a scene in which Kanna helps Hama to heal but also lays the smackdown on her for trying to manipulate Katara). 

This makes them superior to characters like Hahn from “The Siege of the North.” Hahn, the sexist idiot who vies with Sokka for Yue’s hand, is a caricature of the kind of person Sokka could have been if he hadn’t learned and grown throughout season 1. Hahn is too full of himself and rigid in his perception of societal roles, the way Sokka was in the beginning of the show, but whereas Sokka learned from Suki, Katara, and his own mistakes along the way, Hahn never even considered changing his viewpoints. Thus in the end, he gets consigned to what Sokka would otherwise have been: comic relief.

Hahn is a valuable narrative tool (and for all his exaggeration, it’s really quite subtle in that few pick up on what he represents), but that’s really all he is. Hama and Jet’s positive traits make them characters we want to see grow, even though we know they most likely won’t or can’t. It makes their stories both sadder and more touching.

Little makes me happier than thinking about the adventures the Origin chars probably had with their friends/temp companions when they were a lot younger.

Cousland following around Fergus, or off playing knighys with their puppy mabari and Ser Gilmore or whichever nobles kids were visiting, Bryce and Eleanor smiling under their weak calls for civility.

Tabris with Shianni and Soris climbing the Vhenadahl or sneaking through the alleys of Denerim, lost and bright in a world where they could almost pretend away the Alienage.

Amell and/or Surana, with Jowan and Anders and all the other apprentices, gossiping, sneaking sweets from the kitchen and wine when they get older. Laughing during lessons about various tales they’d made up about the Enchanters.

Brosca with their sister, and ever sarcastic but ever trustworthy Leske learning to find humor and even entertainment in skill and survival, take precious time to play games and sing songs to drown out Dust Town.

Mahariel, Tamlen and Merril, running through the forests, ever being guided by the halla and the whispered figments of a dreams song. Doing everything from searching for lore to making flowercrowns to experiencing the beginings of magic with Merrill.

Aeducan, the adored of Endrin’s three, and their best friend in Gorim snealing into Provings, gently mocking Trian, Gorim always needing to reel Aeducan in if their plan becomes too much.

Two things I learned while playing KH: COM with headphones on:
  • Halloweentown has the most UNSETTLING fucking ambient noise I’ve ever heard
  • David Gallagher wasn’t exaggerating about Riku’s sexy voice…