white-fly

Portlanders who want to stand up against racism in a very direct fashion, look no further:

PDX - “Based Spartan,” “Based Stickman,” “Baked Alaska,” and a cadre of assorted white nationalist goons are flying in from all over the country on 6/4 to converge on Portland. Some of these folks call themselves ‘The Proud Boys’ and are completely dedicated to physically fighting for alt-right / white nationalist causes. If you’re unaware, there’s already a fairly large white supremacist presence in Portland, too. They’re all masquerading as “free speech” proponents and using Trump’s name as a not-that-far-from-the-truth shield.

Don’t know if any of y'all are familiar with what happened in Berkeley, but they’re trying to outdo themselves here in Portland.

If this event goes unchallenged, it normalizes and legitimizes white nationalist demonstration in a city, state, region of the country that is inherently and intentionally white supremacist.

I will remind you that the last rally organized by these SAME PEOPLE had yesterday’s murderer/terrorist in attendance. We need numbers. We need everyday people to stand up in opposition. Allowing this to go unchecked is exactly why people died yesterday

A clearer photo of my pocket altar.
I added some more to it and I am fairly confident that it’s finished.
My pocket altar includes:
- jar of protection salt
- jar of dried lavender
- jar of Flying Devil oil
- tealight candle
- white sage incense cone
- matches wrapped in enough hemp twine for knot magic
- match striker
- clear quartz point
- small piece of black tourmaline
- sprig of wormwood
- wooden yes/no coin
- banishment talisman/sigil to banish negative spirits ward off black magic
I am hoping I can get or make a little altar cloth to put in there too, which will double as a bit of padding for the contents so no damage comes to the little glass jars.

  • Tracer: (Presenting a dropship to the new members of the Overwatch team) Well folks, here she is, the Orca!
  • Symmetra: Why’s it called that?
  • Tracer: Well, because it’s big and kind of round?
  • Symmetra: But it looks nothing like an Orca. Orca are not white and they don’t fly.
  • Lucio: Really it ought to be named after a bird.
  • D.VA: Yeah, if anything it’s more like a pelican. They’re big and white.
  • Tracer: We can’t call the dropship a pelican, there are laws! And it looks nothing like one!
  • Symmetra: Against calling a dropship a pelican?
  • D.VA: Pretty sure those copyrights have expired by now.
  • Tracer: Look, it’s not a pelican, okay? It’s an Orca!
  • Symmetra: It still doesn’t look like an Orca.
  • D.VA: And that was copyrighted too, by the way.
  • Tracer: It's not a pelican!
  • Reaper: What are they doing?
  • Widowmaker: They’re having an argument, in front of a dropship. It’s big and white.
  • Reaper: Like a pelican?
  • Widowmaker: Yes, exactly.
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from a comrade

Me: *posts about someone flying neo-Nazi flag in Memphis*

Comments: “that’s not a Nazi symbol! It’s German Army!”

Friends: “It was co-opted by neo-nazis. Here’s a link.” (x5)

Comments: “Maybe he doesn’t know! We don’t know him! Maybe he’s celebrating heritage!”

Neo-Nazi resident: *creates fake profile* “ARYAN GODDESSES! JEWS ARE ONLY USEFUL WHEN THEYRE KILLING PALESTINIANS! COME FIGHT ME! DEATH TO COMMUNISTS!”

Me: “Clearly this is a Nazi, and he’s hiding behind a fake profile and threatening people. Here’s the landlord’s phone number if anyone wants to inform him that the resident flying the white supremacist flag is inciting violence.”

Comments: “Stop hate mongering! Freedom of speech! Go back to Nashville where you came from! Fucking commie!”

Meanwhile

Trump imposes a temporary ban on refugees. Many are arriving at the airport, having already been en route to the U.S., thinking they had escaped the horror of war, only to be told they have to return to a place where everyone will know they tried to flee.

If you’re seriously going to stand up for freedom of speech for fascists right now, at a time when their freedom extends so far that they have the president of the United States acting on their behalf and condemning refugee families to violence and death, I have no time for you. Not for your shitty memes, not for the exhaustion of attempting to educate you, not for “just getting along”, nothing. You know what you’re doing. You know whose side you’re on. You either stand up to fascism, or you foster a climate in which it can thrive.

Because it’s coming out like weeds, and weeds don’t stay under control when you “don’t give them attention.” They don’t balance out and live quietly. If you don’t act against them, they spread until all the good things are choked out by the result of your indifference.

Now is not the time to be indifferent. We have to be intentional.

Dean glanced at you out of the corner of his eye before moving to remove a layer from his suit. His jaw was set tight as he turned away from you, focusing on the work at hand. He had no idea the effect that he was having on you. 

It should have been illegal for him to look that good, you thought to yourself as you watched him shrug off his suit jacket and move to throw it over the chair he moved to sit in.

When you caught a glimpse of the vest underneath it, your breath caught in your throat. The way it hugged his torso made every muscle in your body go rigid. You stared at his shoulders, broad and muscular, and wondered what would happen if you ran your hand across them. 

Would Dean turn and look at you like you were crazy? Would his muscles twitch in response, causing him to shiver underneath you? Would the gesture go unnoticed as he focused on the research and case in front of him?

You’d never crossed that boundary with Dean, but you had come close on multiple occasions. The two of you always had the worst timing, inevitably you were interrupted in one way or another, nine times out of ten by Sam. 

You watched as Dean moved to sit in the chair, scooting himself to the edge of the chair so that he could focus on the task at hand. Sam was out wrapping up interviews with witnesses. If ever you had an opportunity to make a move, now was the time. 

You stepped behind Dean and carefully placed your hands on his shoulders, digging your fingers into his muscles, ever so lightly. He was tight and wound up, and he groaned in response. 

“What the hell,” he muttered, rolling his neck involuntarily as your fingers danced along his shoulder muscles, working to loosen the taut, overworked muscles. “Damn, that feels amazing,” he breathed, his head rolling forward as your fingers moved to his neck, working out the knots. 

“What about that?” you leaned over, whispering in his ear, your chest purposefully pressed against his back, your fingers massaging his thick neck. You could feel goosebumps break out along his skin, and you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips. You let your mouth graze his ear lightly as you pulled away. 

Dean turned his head and looked at you, his eyes full of questions and lust blown all at the same time. 

You smiled down at him, cupped his face and went for it. You pressed your lips to his. Electricity shot through your body and you gripped Dean’s face with both hands, holding to you as you deepend the kiss. 

He turned in his seat and pulled you into his lap, forcing you to straddle him. You gasped against his mouth as he pulled you down onto his growing erection, and you couldn’t help but roll your hips against his. He ran his hands up under your dress shirt and his fingers danced along your bare back as you continued to kiss him. 

You began to loosen his tie, pulling away from his swollen lips and ripping the off his neck.

“Eager?” he smiled at you, his fingers digging into your hips as you moved to unbutton his shirt. You kissed him again. Hungry and needy. 

Suddenly the door swung open. 

“So, guys, get this,” Sam started before his eyes fell on you. “Oh, god. Seriously guys?” he sighed, clearly exasperated. You could hear a hint of something in his voice, but couldn’t quite make it out. 

You and Dean turned to him simultaneously and spoke at the same time. 

“Get out, Sam!” you both practically yelled. 

You looked at each other and couldn’t help but laugh, Dean practically tearing open your dress shirt, little white buttons flying across the room. 

Sam’s eyes widened. He grabbed his bag and darted out the door. “I’ll get my own room,” he mumbled with a laugh. 

Dean kissed you again, a trail of kisses running down the column of your neck. “I’m not letting anything get in the way this time, sweetheart,” he growled against your neck, pushing your bra strap off your shoulder. “This is happening right now. Tell me if you don’t want this as bad as I do,” he said, pulling away and looking into your eyes. 

“I want this, Dean,” you whispered, your hands coming together at the base of his neck. His eyes darted back and forth between yours. He must have found the answer he was looking for because he stood and moved to the bed, gently laying you down, watching with a smile as you bounced lightly. 

“It’s about damn time,” he moaned, removing your skirt. 

You tossed your head back with a laugh. That damn suit made all the difference, and you growing a pair and making the final move. This was going to be a night you remembered for a long, long time. 

2

I wanted to write just a couple key moments in bugheads life! Enjoy guys! It’s a long one, better grab some popcorn!
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“I have no idea.” F.P said defeated, throwing his hands in the air and looking helplessly at his son, who was staring at himself in the mirror with the same confused look in his eyes.

“It’s impossible. This is not humanly possible.” Jughead Mumbled as his fingers toyed with his shirt collar and he tugged restlessly.

“It’s satans work is what it is.” F.P growled pulling the offending object from his neck and chucking it at the door, unfortunately Betty chose that moment to walk in and was hit square in the face by the dark blue silk tie.

“Oh!” She said surprised, holding the garment in her hand and smiling at the boys in front of her. “Thankyou?” She asked.

“Sorry Betty Blue Eyes, you got caught up in the middle of a fight between me and that jerk.” F.p grabbed the tie from her hands and squeezed her shoulder smiling warmly at his favorite little lady.

“No problem.” She laughed “having a little trouble?” She glanced behind F.P at Jughead and he smiled shyly, putting his hands up and shrugging as his tie lay limp around his neck

“This is not a simple tie Ms.Cooper, it is the tie to end all ties” he held it out to her and she rolled her eyes
“My apologies, here let me help”

Betty’s hands expertly twisted around F.Ps neck and within seconds his tie was perfectly done and she was moving to stand by Jughead as F.P stared at her in amazement
“You are a lifesaver little one” he plopped down on the couch and stared at the two teens before him.

Betty was standing before Jughead as Jughead leaned into the blondes hands and took up her space

“How are you feeling?” She whispered as she tugged on his shirt collar, her fingers gently passing his neck. Today was F.Ps final court appearance and the judge would decide if he had jail time or just community service

“Nervous. Nervous but ready.” He said, his hands moving to gently rest on her waist. Betty had been there through all of it, she had sat beside him at every court date, held his hand as he visited his father, and she had been in the passenger seat the day they had made bail, now she was here for the end and he didn’t think he could do it without her.

“I’ve got faith.” She smiled and gently tugged his tie straight. He looked down at her and prayed that she could read his mind, that she could tell just how much her being there meant to him, just how grateful he was for her. He dropped a kiss to her lips but quickly pulled back when he saw the bright flash go off beside him.

“Dad!”

“What?” The older man held up the Polaroid proudly “its for the grandchildren. You’ll thank me when you’re older.”

Betty shook her head and giggled, grabbing the truck keys and smiling

“Alright boys, onward and upward and into the jaws of death.”

The two Jones boys shook their heads and smiled. Betty Cooper was something else.
****

“It doesn’t matter mom, it wasn’t meant to last, you knew it, I knew it, he knew it. We were just fooling ourselves. If Veronica stops by tell her I’ll be over tonight. I just… I need..” as Betty’s eyes filled with tears, she shook her head quickly and ran up the stairs, slamming her door as she collapsed into sobs on her bedroom floor.

Alice placed a hand to her heart, her daughter was in pain and it physically hurt her to see the normally bubbly blonde revert back to her old ways. She hadn’t seen Betty this upset since sophomore year. Taking a deep breathe she moved to start up the stairs when a pounding on her front door stopped her in her tracks

“Ms. Cooper! Please! Ms. Cooper, you have to let me in! Please let me explain! Please!” Jughead was pleading with her from the opposite side of the door, opening it slowly she was met face to face with her daughters absolutely frazzled boyfriend. Jughead beanie was missing and the flannel he wore was buttoned completely wrong, while his suspenders hung unclipped at his side, his dark waves were a mess.

“Oh thank god” he mumbled, rushing into the household “she doesn’t understand that she’s all i want, she doesn’t know how much she means to me, I don’t care about any of those fancy names or big places, all I want is her, I shouldn’t have said some of the things I said but she’s just so stubborn ya know? I mean I…” he was cut off by the quick and heavy footsteps sprinting down the stairs

“Stubborn?! I’m stubborn?! Have you looked in the mirror recently? I’m just trying to stop you from making the biggest mistake of your life! I’m so sorry for trying to help you!” She shouted in his face, pushing past her mother and standing toe to toe. Alice Cooper stood frozen in her spot.

“Don’t you get it?! You are my life! You’re everything to me. I don’t care about any stupid acceptance letters or big name schools, I want to be wherever you are! My publicist doesn’t care where I’m located, I can write my books from anywhere!” He was begging her but she shook her head.

“I’m not leaving Riverdale Jughead, my family is here, pollys here, baby jayjay is here. They have a great elementary education program at Riverdale Community. I’m staying here. But you! There’s a whole world for you to see out there! I love you and I’ll miss you so much but I cannot be the reason you miss out on seeing the world!” Tears were falling freely down her cheeks now and he placed his palms on either side of her face

“You are my world! Everything I want is right here. I love you. I love Riverdale, if this is where you want to stay, this is where we’ll stay. My dads here, and Jellybean comes here every summer, this is my home too. My home is wherever you are! My first book is already doing so well I can afford to get us an apartment! Don’t you want to be with me?” He wiped at her tears as his own built in his eyes

“Of course I do! I love you. I just don’t… I don’t want you to hate me.. to resent me with time.” Her eyes dropped and he shook his head

“I love you. I could never hate you. I would follow you anywhere, you’re just saving me a trip.” He smiled when he heard her quietly giggle and he pressed his lips to hers
“Wherever you go I’m right beside you okay?” He asked as she nodded

Suddenly the couple was blinded by a bright light and looked up find Alice Cooper standing before them with a digital camera in her hands

“Mom!”

“That was beautiful! I’m an old woman let me live vicariously through your love” she snapped a few more as Betty and Jughead rolled their eyes before both posing goofily for the camera.
***

She laughed as F.P swung her around the dance floor, sending her poofy white dress flying as he lifted her off her feet before placing her back on the ground and holding her by the waist.

“So how does it feel to officially be a jones?” He asked as they slow danced to the familiar father daughter track.

“Long overdue I’d say” she giggled as he puffed his chest out proudly. “Thank you for walking me down the aisle, I invited my dad to the reception but…” she trailed off looking around sadly.

F.p shook his head, Hal Cooper was an absolute idiot, that he was certain of.
“No Betty, Thankyou. You saved my life. You saved my sons life and I can’t repay you for that, you stuck by him through it all, and I know what a tough son of a bitch he can be.” Betty giggled

“Hey that’s my husband you’re talking about!” She smiled brightly.

“You’re decision not mine” the older man teased, spinning Betty around “anyway. I couldn’t ask for a better daughter in law, so thank you for saving both of us.” Betty wiped at her tears as F.P let his freely fall

“Are you making my wife cry on our wedding day?” The familiar timber of Jugheads voice caused them both to smile. F.p gently shoved Betty into his sons arms and took Alice by the hand

“We’re bonding.” He shrugged before moving to the center of the dance floor, Alice laughing the whole way.

“What was that all about Mrs.Jones?” Jughead asked slightly concerned at her tears.

Looking up at her husband, Betty smiled happily
“Nothing at all Mr. Jones.” He beamed as he dropped a kiss to her lips

“This way you two!”

Veronica called from beside them, she held her camera up and motioned for them to smile as she snapped the picture. Veronica took photos fro fashion magazines all over the world and as Betty’s bridesmaid she demanded she also be the Wedding photographer. Looking up at Jughead as he stared lovingly down at her, she ignored the bright flash of the camera and stared deep into her brand new husbands eyes.
****

“Oh no.” She stood in front of the mirror.

Jughead came running out of the bathroom
“Oh no what?!” He asked frantically, reaching for the bag by the bed.

“I look like a whale.” Betty said blandly, still staring at her reflection in the mirror “might as well call sea world, who needs a book launch, I’ll just start a new career as the first pregnant whale to speak English.” She pouted as she tugged on the skin tight black dress, pulling her nude heel over her foot.

Jughead bit his lip to keep from laughing, tonight was the launch of their very first book as co authors, it had gone over so well that they were already number five on the New York Times Best Seller List. Apparently the concept of a couple writing a book together did very well for sales and they were already sky rocketing, Us Weekly had actually written a two page spread on the “Small Town Star Crossed lovers.” Unfortunately Betty was six months Pregnant and all belly, she seemed to gain no weight anywhere else and as a first grade teacher she was used to flowy sundresses and flats. The stylist had picked out a tight dress and high heels, she looked absolutely amazing to Jughead but apparently the mirror said something else.

“You look beautiful. Too beautiful to even argue” he wrapped his hands around her waist and rubbed her baby belly.

“Really?” She wasn’t one to be vain but hey, pregnancy really does things to your self confidence.

“ absolutely.” He pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear and felt her shudder. Oh yes.

“Alright who’s ready for pictures!” Kevin came into the room and waved his tablet around. Oh did I mention? Kevin was the Jones family manager.

Jughead rolled his eyes and smiled goofily at Kevin as Betty stuck her tongue out

Kevin snapped the picture and in a dull, unamused voice exclaimed

“Charming”

Jughead smiled down at his wife and bent down to press a kiss to her tummy for good luck

“Ready mama?”

“You got it daddy.” She giggled.

****

“Ma! Come here!”

Betty came barreling down the stairs, her ten month old daughter , Lila, snuggled against her chest

“What’s the matter Cody?!” She looked him up and down for any damage

“Chill mom, I just wanted to know what this was.” The nine year old boy held up the dark blue album and handed it to her, gently taking Lila in his arms and pressing a kiss to her forehead. Betty smiled at the scene in front of her as she ruffled her sons dark waves.

“This is Mine and your dads, it’s our memories.” She opened the album and began flipping through the pages, pointing out pictures and telling the story that went along with each one, Cody was in hysterics and Lila had fallen back asleep.

“Dad really wore that beanie everyday?” He asked, wiping his eyes from laughter

“Yeah well you wear your burger boxers everyday to school.”

Both Betty and Cody turned around at the familiar voice, Jughead stood against the door frame, arms crossed and grinning.

“It’s different! Not everyone can see them! How did you even land mom! She was like… well.. no offense mom but you were a babe and dad… not so much!”

Jughead snorted
“Oh no offense mom? What about no offense dad?” He walked forward and started tickling his son who began laughing like crazy and grabbing at his dads hands, Lila woke up and stirred reaching her arms out for her older brother

“I’ll go feed her! Then I’m going to go play basketball with Jason Andrews, next door.” Cody gently grabbed his baby sister and led her to the kitchen.

Jughead plopped down beside his wife and draped an arm over her shoulders, staring down at the album

“How did I land you?” He asked, gently nuzzling her neck as she stretched.

“Right back at you Romeo.” She dropped her lips to his.

3

Hey guys this is based loosely off of the movie Practical Magic, if you haven’t seen it, please please watch it. It’s ahmazziinnnggggg.
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They had been locked away, kept hidden in the large, old mansion since they had discovered the gifts each girl held. Watched over by the two older woman they called their aunts, it was safe here, no one could get in, the house was charmed and barricaded.

They weren’t alone. No, they would never be alone, they had each other. Each girl carrying a vastly different personality,

There was Josie, fiery and determined. She loved to sing and would often use her powers to put on elaborate shows in the attic, her aunts and sisters, her always captive audience. Josie was African American but it made no difference to the other two little girls, she was their sister. Her mother had practically thrown her to the witches when she discovered her daughters unusual gift.

“You’re gonna be famous one day Josie, and I’m gonna create all of your costumes, you don’t even have to pay me!”

Veronica, classy and composed but also the silliest of the three, she was constantly playing pranks on the other girls with her powers, flying coffee cups, slamming doors. She was fun but she could be brutal when necessary. Her story was actually the most normal of the three, her mother and her had had an emotional goodbye when she was dropped off, it was for the best, hermione couldn’t handle her, but she never stopped loving her.

And than there was Betty, the beautiful blonde witch with the piercing green eyes. She was sweet and good, only using her powers for good, hardly ever for fun. She helped the animals outside, grew bountiful gardens in the green house and made potions for healing. Her story was probably the saddest. Alice cooper was her mother and she had died when Betty was six, she was the only mother who shared the wicka gene, rumors flew that she had died of a broken heart.

When Betty and the girls were twelve, Betty had vowed to never fall in love. As they stood in the attic, flowers and potions surrounding them, Betty brewed together a spell.

“I’ll never fall in love. I’ll never die like my mother, girls. I won’t do it.”

She chanted something slowly, as a spark lifted in the air.

Veronica and Josie came around and wrapped their arms around the watery eyed blonde.

While the girls weren’t permitted to leave the grounds, it didn’t stop them from sneaking out and finding solace in a back booth at Pops Diner. Giggling over burgers and milkshakes as they tried to hide from the other customers. The little witches weren’t welcome in the town and if anyone spotted them they wouldn’t be treated quite so simply.

They did this every week on Saturday’s while their aunts were out at solstice. The third week in, a group of three boys strolled to a stop in front of their table. Veronica was quick to turn on the defensive.
“Can we help you.” She said sassily.

All three girls were on edge, fingers sparking ready to fight.

The redheaded boy smiled
“I’m Archie, this is Reggie and this is Jughead, they’re my best friends.”

Reggie nodded his head

“We know you, you’re the witch girls who live in that huge mansion.”

Betty’s eyes caught onto the dark haired boy, behind the other two, his ears were bright red because of the bitter cold and she caught herself giggling at his messy hair. as josie, Reggie, Veronica and Archie conversed, she smiled softly at the nervous looking boy.

His eyes widened at her smile, but he returned it , a little shyly.

“Why don’t you sit with us? We don’t get a lot of visitors and we have like no friends” josie giggled.

The boys slid in, Jughead squeezing next to Betty.

The group talked and laughed, sharing stories and eating fries, until it was time to go. Promising to return next weekend.

Betty walked beside Jughead and smiled
“I’ll see you next weekend?”

He nodded smiling
“You got it bets.”

She giggled, turning to catch up with her sisters before turning back to him and smiling
“Oh and jughead?” He turned her way and smiled raising an eye brow.

Suddenly her hand was moving in the air and he was holding a dark grey beanie shaped like a crown.

“Stay warm, Jughead Jones”

And then she was off, skipping next to her sisters, her long, white skirt flying behind her.

He swore he fell in love with her in that instant.

Unfortunately for the three boys who had become smitten with the girls just after one short meeting, they never saw them again. The girls had been caught sneaking back in and were never allowed out again. Leaving three heartsick twelve year olds.

Years passed and the six children grew older, each bond growing stronger and stronger.

Every night Betty would stare at the flowers littering her bedroom, her room almost flooded with flowers, it seemed to be all she could do with her powers now, she always thought of the handsome boy she had met years ago. What was he doing now? Did he think of her often?

He did. Jughead thought of her almost all the time, no girl had ever had an impact on him. No girl ever made his heart flutter the way she did. They three boys had gone up to the old mansion so many times but it was impossible to get in.

Now they were eighteen , The tradition of going to pops on saturdays still rang true, and he caught himself staring at the back booth every time.

“I think about it too.” Reggie said, settling next to him. “The way they talk about them, the horrible things they say. None of its true, we know that. But we seem to be the only ones.”

Jughead nodded slowly, sinking into the booth and adjusting his beanie.

Something was different in the air tonight, everyone felt it, it was obvious. The tension seemed to grow thicker and Archie rubbed at his neck.
“It’s weird man, I just feel like something big is about to happen ya know?”

Both boys nodded as Jughead but into his burger.

Suddenly the chime of the doors rang and Archie’s dropped jaw caused him to turn around.

Oh.

There they were, the three witches of riverdale. Standing in the doorway of pops.

They were beautiful, enchantingly so. It was almost unreal how gorgeous they were. They swept past them, taking the familiar booth they had sat in years ago. All three boys eyes were glued to that table.

It was deja vu in the best way, closing his eyes he could almost see the three tiny girls they once were, now replaced by beautiful women dressed in gorgeous gowns, clearly having come from somewhere not in riverdale.

Suddenly her sparkling green eyes caught on to his and realization lit them up, as she motioned to her other friends.

The three girls stood up and made there way over to the table Veronica smiling

“I’m Veronica, this is Josie and Betty, they’re my best friends.”

He caught her eyes one more time and she smiled.