why is jason not more known

After Party // Jughead

Prompt #20: Let’s have a some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anyone.

Summary: Reader got ready for the dance with Veronica and Betty but when the party at Cheryl’s happened she didn’t expect a suprise. The surprise in the form of Jughead Jones and getting dared to play seven minutes in heaven with the boy.

Character: Reader x Jughead Jones, Veronica, Betty, Archie, Cheryl, and Reggie Mantle (mentioned)

Words: 1017

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. Also to clarify in the tv series Jughead is NOT asexual and this is not based on the comics.

Warnings: Make out session, swearing, alcohol, fluff and a party

Author: Caitsy

Requested: Yes. Anon

Tagging: At the bottom

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Originally posted by stydiaislove

If you had to answer someone on what was the most surprisingly thing the first week of school you could answer. After the school dance everyone went to Cheryl’s place for a party. It didn’t matter if you hated her guts everyone went, either for the alcohol, the drama or just to see the castle of a home the popular girl lived in.

The most surprising thing was when you noticed that Jughead Jones was lounging around the room where everyone was. You couldn’t believe he had made an appearance at this party because majority of the popular kids were rude to him. You noticed that Archie was even surprised at Jughead.

“Jughead what are you doing here?” You asked. He had opened his mouth before Cheryl interrupted.

“Let’s have some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anyone.” Cheryl smiled, “Well maybe once but they moved away.”

You rolled your eyes at her words because she would have been the reason that person fled town. The girl pouted her plump lips before calling everyone to circle up.

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Secrets- Riverdale X Reader Chapter 2- A Touch of Evil ((Jughead Jones))

Originally posted by aestheticsprouse

part 1: http://fanfictionandstuff.tumblr.com/post/157068434249/secrets-riverdale-x-reader-chapter-1-the-rivers 

 Fandom: riverdale 


 Word count: somewhere over 3000


You woke up in a cold sweat on Monday morning. You knew something was wrong from the second you opened your eyes. You turned on your phone, using it as a light source in your pitch black room. 

Immediately you froze, your fingering hovering over the unlock button. You had a ridiculous amount of missed calls and texts from Betty, Veronica, and Kevin. You glanced at the time, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion. It was 3:30am. What could they want this late?

You opened your texts and were flooded with information.
Kevin was going to the river with Moose, Kevin and Moose had been caught at the river.
Veronica was wondering if you had seen Betty.
Betty was letting you know she was okay
And finally, all three had messaged you the exact same thing, in almost uniform wording. five words that explained your feeling of dread.

They found Jason Blossom’s body. He was shot.


You knew Jason was dead…but it was still like a punch to the stomach. Maybe a little part of you hadn’t believed it. Maybe a little part of you hoped your half brother was just…missing. But a corpse was irrefutable. Final.
And more importantly…someone had killed him.


After a restless four hours of attempting to sleep, your alarm saved you from your thoughts. Every time you closed your eyes you saw Jason staring back at you, his eyes dead, hair dripping with water, a bullet wound through his head.
You couldn’t shake it from your head, you had no idea why you even cared that Jason was dead. You hadn’t known him.

You reached onto your nightstand and silenced your alarm. You threw the quilt off you and onto the floor, climbing out of your bed. You walked across your carpeted floor into the bathroom. You splashed cold water onto your face and then ran a damp hand through your hair to calm down.

You stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash away the dark thoughts and fears plaguing you.

You got out of the shower and finished getting ready. You glanced at your phone after pulling on your shirt and groaned, you had taken longer in the shower than usual and had no time to eat breakfast. With a resigned huff, you pulled on your shoes and walked out the front door.

When you got to riverdale high, Betty’s name was called over the announcements to come to the office. You decided to go to the office. You wanted to check on Betty after the shit storm that was the weekend.

You got to the office at the same time as Betty and Kevin. They smiled at you in greeting before Kevin caught sight of the mysterious yellow roses on the desk.
“Oh, my god, those are gorgeous*. Are those for Betty, Mrs. Phillips?” Kevin said, walking closer to the flowers.

The decrepit old woman behind the desk gave Kevin a harsh stare. “That’s why I called her.”

Kevin snatched a white card from the center of the bouquet, “Dear Betty, please forgive me. XOXO, V?’ Who the hell is V?”

“Veronica.” Betty and Veronica said at the same time. Veronica stepped through the door from the hallway, holding a white box.
“The yellow’s for friendship, I also had magnolia cupcakes flown in from New York…because, as my mom likes to say, there’s no wrong the right cupcake cannot fix.” Veronica took a tentative few steps towards Betty. “Also I- I booked us for hers-and-hers Mani-pedis at Chez Salon…blowouts too. I am so, so sorry, Betty. I don’t know what happened to me that night…It was such a basic bitch move. It- it was like I was possessed by-”

Kevin interrupted her, “Madame Satan?”* he asked snarkily.

“The old Veronica.” Veronica finished, looking down in shame. “And I will never, ever, do anything like that to you again. I swear on my mothers pearls. Just…can you please* give me one more chance?” Her eyes were pleading.
Betty smiled and shrugged, “Okay.”

You, Veronica, and Kevin all spoke at the same time, “What?”
“Really?!” Veronica’s words were excited, a huge grin on her face. Your’s and Kevin’s were shocked, his also accusing. You weren’t the hurt party here so you had decided to follow Betty’s example on the whole Veronica thing…but you honestly hadn’t expected that.

“Awesome! I’ll take it. And you won’t regret it!” Veronicas grin got wider.
“Okay.” Betty said again, so quietly you almost hadn’t heard her.

“I’ll bring these to lunch so we can celebrate.” and with one last grin Veronica walked out of the Office as the Bell for class rang.

As soon as she was gone you and Kevin stared at Betty in shock, “It’s the path of least resistance guys. A week ago Veronica and I weren’t friends… Next week, we’ll nod to each other as we pass in the hall, but that’s it. In two weeks, she won’t even remember my name. And in three, she’ll have latched on to some other girl to destroy.”
You and Kevin frowned. You didn’t think Veronica was out to destroy Betty…and you were positive that Betty wouldn’t get rid of Veronica that easily. But you kept quiet, not wanting to get on Betty’s already crowded bad side.

So you just nodded awkwardly and walked with them to class.
The speakers crackled on and Weatherbee began the morning announcements before you could say anything more to Betty.

“There have been many inquiries about the upcoming pep rally. So let me state clearly…it is happening as scheduled. Now, on a less felicitous note…if you could give your attention to Sheriff Keller.”
Another man’s voice came over the announcements, who you assumed was Kevin’s dad. “Most of you already know the details, but your classmate Jason Blossoms body was found late Saturday night. So as of this weekend…Jason’s death is now being treated as a homicide. It is an open and ongoing investigation.”

The entire school was silent. Everyone was staring at the speakers. Your fingers clutched at the necklace you were wearing, your knuckles going white. You were the only one not staring at the speakers. You were staring down, your face emotionless.

Cheryl’s voice crackled over the speakers. “And may I interject? Neither I nor my parents will rest until Jason’s death is avenged, and his cold-hearted killer is walking the green mile to sit in old sparky and fry. I for one, have my suspicions. hashtag “riverdale strong.”

Kevins father’s voice came back on, “If you know anything that could help us find and apprehend jason’s killer, or anything about what happened to him on july 4th, I strongly urge you to come forward immediately. You can speak with me or principal Weatherbee. A death like this wounds us all. Let’s not let Jason down.“


Your first class was biology. As you walked in you instantly regretted it, there were dead frogs splayed on trays at each work station.
It wasn’t that you were afraid of blood or anything, you just didn’t like…dissecting things.

Betty and Kevin had taken their seats at a desk by the window and all the other seats were taken… except for the one next to Jughead.
“Hey…this seat taken?” You smiled hopefully at him.
Jughead didn’t answer and just gestured for you to sit down. You smiled and took a seat next to him, setting your bag down on the floor.
“You look moodier than usual…you okay?”

Before he could answer or you could press further, the teacher came in.
“Seats everyone! Pair off, gloves on, scalpels up!”
Your friends quickly paired off leaving you with no partner for the dissection.

Heyyyyyy…so how are you with a scalpel?” You asked Jughead who, you assumed, also had no partner. considering he was still sitting next to you.

“Is that your way of asking me to be your partner?” Jughead raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yes?” you grinned sheepishly
He just rolled his eyes. It wasn’t with annoyance though, it was more on the side of amusement. Jughead took out a pen and filled out your names on the top of the assignment paper.

Two of Cheryls cronies leaned on the desk you were both sitting at, completely ignoring you and Jughead and whispering nasty things about Cheryl. You were quickly becoming annoyed with them, but before your anger could get the best of you there was a sickening squelching sound of a scalpel being stabbed into one of the frogs. The girls jumped, you and Jughead whipping around to see Cheryl with her hand tightly gripping the scalpel. Her face was neutral but there was a definite murderous glare directed at the girls.
You and Jughead stared for a few seconds more as the girls turned and fled from Cheryl’s eye line. You hadn’t known Cheryl Blossom that long but that had been extremely unsettling.

The rest of class passed by in a blur. You tried making jokes to cover your squeamishness and Jughead mostly ignored you, occasionally smirking or doing that eye roll thing again, but most of the class was passed in silence. Something was definitely off with jughead…but you couldn’t ask him what.


Later that day at lunch you, Kevin, Betty, and Veronica were walking across the field, trays of food in hand.
“sooo…” Veronica started, a playfulness in her voice, “what did Moose want?”

“Oh, my god. I don’t even think he knows. I mean, I am devastatingly handsome in that classic pre-accident Montgomery Clift kind of way, and sexuality is fluid, but can someone named ‘Moose’ actually be that fluid?” Kevin ranted.

Veronica laughed, “Okay, well I ship it.”
“I ship it too! You deserve pretty things, Kev.” You grinned.

“Well of course you guys would! You’re big city girls with loose morals.” Kevins tone was teasing, but his joke wasn’t well received, given what had went down just two days earlier. “I just meant…that Moose has an official girlfriend. Midge. Anyway, it’s terrible to say, but part of me wishes he would just stay in the darn closet.” Kevin finished as you approached the blue picnic table where Archie was already sitting.
Archie shot the four of you a confused and concerned look.
“Obviously, I didn’t mean literal closet…” Kevin corrected.

“Comfy.” you said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Archie! Any new material you wanna try out on a very forgiving audience?” Veronica expertly changed the topic.
“I–” Archie trailed off.

“Please?” she said, her eyebrows raised in plea.
“Yeah, please Archie? you didn’t even let us hear the end of the last song!” You added.

“Would you? I’d love the hear it.” Betty said, a soft smile on her face.

That did it.

Archie sighed in resignation and reached for his guitar. “I’m still working on the lyrics, so…okay…”
Archie sang the first few lines while the four of you watched him. It was actually amazing and you freaking loved Archies songs, even if you were a little unsure on how much you liked him as a person.
Before he could get far into it, Betty looked like she was about to cry and he stopped.

You Kevin and Veronica applauded quietly.
“Betty?” Archie’s voice was laced with concern, “You okay?”
Betty had a distant and sad smile on her face as she looked away from the group. “I’m supposed to say yes. That’s what the nice girl always says, but…No, I’m not. I-I want to be. I thought I could be, but it’s too much, too fast. Archie…” Betty turned and walked away crying.

Archie bolted up, “Betty–Betty, wait!” Archie ran off, leaving you, Kevin, and Veronica watching in stunned silence, none of you knowing what to say.
You watched as Betty and Archie had a pretty intense conversation. You, Kevin, and Veronica all sat with baited breath. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but it didn’t look good. Finally it ended, Betty walking off about to cry and Weatherbee calling Archie to see him. The three of you shared a stunned look, Kevin’s mouth open in shock and Veronica at a loss for words.


The next day you caught up to Betty and Veronica at their lockers, both locked in an intense conversation. When you approached they stopped talking and smiled at you. “Hey (y/n)!” Betty greeted you. You waved awkwardly, feeling like you had just intruded in on a relatively intense moment.
“Hey guys, sorry can’t actually stay to talk I haven’t eaten yet and I’m freaking starving. There’s a vending machine in the lounge thingy right?” Betty nodded and pointed in the direction of the vending machines, You smiled gratefully and took off.

You walked through double doors into a room filled with couches and loud-mouthed jocks. You navigated your way to the back of the room. Betty, Veronica, and Kevin arrived in the room soon after, but quickly split off into different places, Veronica began talking to resident playboy (and suspected dickwad) Chuck Clayton, and Kevin and Betty took a seat at the edge of the room to do some homework.  

You walked over to the vending machines and contemplated the machines contents, There were mostly off brand chips and overly processed suspicious looking packets of jerky. You groaned in frustration, “I think I’d rather starve to death than attempt to eat anything in here…” you muttered to yourself.

“I think eating anything in there would kill you a lot faster than starvation.” You jumped slightly, startled at the sound of Jughead’s voice.

“Jesus! Don’t you know its not polite to sneak up on people?” You accused.
“I didn’t sneak up on you.” Jugheads lips were curled into the faintest of smirks.

You were about to argue back that he had, in fact, snuck up on you, when Reggie’s voice cut you off. 

“If a kid at Riverdale killed Jason, it’s not gonna be a jock, right? No, let’s be honest. isn’t it always some spooky, scrawny, internet troll, too busy writing his manifestos to get laid? Some smug, moody, serial-killer-fanboy freak. Like Jughead!” You rolled your eyes at Reggie, his loud-mouthing was getting old real fast.

“What was it like, suicide squad? When you shot Jason? You didn’t do stuff to the body, did you? Like, after.”
Jughead closed his eyes in annoyance and then lazily turned his gaze to Reggie, his arms crossed. “It’s called necrophilia, Reggie. Can you spell it?”
You grinned at Jugheads retort, Reggie however, found it less amusing.

“Come here you little–!” Reggie leaped over the back of the couch he was sitting on, towards you and Jughead. But before you could blink Archie had shoved in front of the two of you, pushing Reggie back.
“Hey, shut the hell up, Reggie.” Archie shoved Reggie away. You took the opportunity to get out of the way before things got ugly.

Veronica stood up, “Boys?” her face plastered with concern.
Reggie looked Archie up and down, “What do you care, Andrews?”
“Nothing, just leave him alone.”

Holy crap. Did you and Donnie Darko kill him together? Was it some sort of pervy blood brothers thing?”
You snorted in amusement. This kid was a special kind of stupid.

Archie didn’t answer and shoved Reggie forcefully, Jughead shouted but it was lost in the chaos as Reggie and Archie slammed into the vending machine, shattering the glass. Jughead tried to pull Reggie off of Archie but one of the Jocks pulled him off. Reggie punched Archie, knocking him out.
You didn’t know what to do, but it looked like Reggie was going to punch him again. You did the only thing you could think of…and hit him with your backpack. 

The bag made contact with Reggie’s back and he stopped mid swing. He got up and stared at you, rage in his eyes. You were a little terrified but Archie was your friend…kind of. And Reggie was a massive dick.
Everyone’s eyes were on you as you spoke, a false confidence making your words sound steady.
“That’s enough, Mantle. He’s unconscious.*”

He grinned, “Oh, so Andrews gets his girlfriend to rescue him now? Can’t fight his own battles?”

“Im not Archie’s girlfriend. What I am is someone who doesn’t like loud mouthed jocks that pick on everybody to hide their own insecurities and issues.”  your tone was cold and biting.

Reggie was pissed, his hand curled into a fist, but you weren’t done.
“You, reggie mantle, are just a highschool has-been waiting to happen.”
He actually looked like he was going to hit you, but you knew better. Hitting a girl is a big no-no, even among the jocks. He walked up to you and towered over you, trying to be intimidating.
“What are you gonna do, Reg? Hit a girl?

You sidestepped him casually and knelt down next to Archie, motioning for some of the guys to help carry him to the nurse’s office. You walked out alongside the people carrying the unconscious red-head and your friends followed you out.
Kevin and Veronica cornered you as soon as you were clear of the room.

“Holy crap (y/n)! Where did that come from?” Kevin grinned at you, a flicker of what seemed to be pride in his voice.
“Yeah girl, that was AMAZING!” Veronica added. 

You smiled wearily, “Yeah, well, can it be amazing in the bathroom? Because I think I might puke. That was straight up terrifying.”
The night of the pep rally you were running to the football field. You were already late, and you and you had promised Betty and Veronica that you were going to watch their cheer performance. Your shirt had been buttoned in a hurry and you had forgotten your jacket,  but you were sure as hell not going to break a promise to your friends.

You got there as the game was just starting and you swore, You spotted Jughead and jogged over to him. “Any chance in hell I didn’t miss the cheerleaders performance?” Jughead furrowed his eyebrows at your weird question and disheveled performance.
“I promised Betty I’d come out and support them…and then I kind of lost track of time…” you offered as explanation.
Jughead nodded with a faint smile on face.

“Is that a real smile on your face, Jones? Wow that’s gotta be like, the seventh sign of the apocalypse, right?…So what brought that on?”
Jughead rolled his eyes, but, like always, there was a warmth behind it. “Just had a good chat with an old friend.”

You grinned playfully, “Well, I like it. Looks good on you.” You suddenly looked semi-concerned. “Hey do you think they noticed I was missing? Probably not, right? Jeez, if I had known I was going to miss it anyways I would’ve grabbed my sweater. It’s freaking freezing.”
Warm fabric was gently draped around your shoulders. You looked up in confusion to see Jughead’s jacket on your shoulders.

“Just to be clear, this isn’t a boy giving his coat to a girl he likes. This is a friend lending another friend his jacket because she tore a new one in Reggie Mantle to stop him from further beating up the first friends other friend.” Jughead was staring at the football field, turned completely away from you.
“You lost me at the third friend, but thanks for the jacket.” You smiled softly and turned to the game.

You passed the next few hours in comfortable silence, just watching the game surrounded by noise and people and the rain. But it all just kind of blurred as you stood next to Jughead.


After the game, Archie had invited Jughead and you to Pop’s, which you had happily accepted. Any excuse to go to a place with food was good with you.
When the three of you walked in the door, Betty and Veronica were already in a booth. The five of you stared at eachother and betty smiled. “Do you guys wanna join us?”

Jughead smirked. “Yes, but only if you’re treating.” You nodded in agreement as the two girls laughed.
“Veronica Lodge.” Veronica introduced herself.
“Jughead Jones, the Third” Jughead answered, climbing into the seat next to the window.

“Jughead Jones the Third.” Veronica echoed, her eyes narrowing a bit and a smile on her face.
You laughed and pulled up a chair rather than squeezing into the booth. “He really likes the ‘the Third’ bit.”

Everybody was laughing and smiling as you all sat there around the booth at Pops. 

And for one shining moment, you were all just kids.

anonymous asked:

Could you do a story with a very hurt Jason getting dragged back to the cave by a freaked out dami. Who's worried about his brother then maybe Bruce and the other siblings come in and yah does that make any sense. 🍊🍊🍊#i get bored and read tags #yah

THANK YOU. Wow I didn’t think anyone would read through all those tags lol. I hope you enjoy what I came up with. : )

Also @dove-among-bats this is what I was talking about.

Title: If I Live to See the Dawn

Rating: General

Warnings: Blood

Words: 3,700

AO3 link

Jason’s night had not gone as planned. He’d been halfway across the city, ready to drop in on an unsuspecting group of drug dealers when he’d gotten the call from Bruce. I need your help.

Bruce didn’t call him often and he never asked for help. Jason’s first thought had been that Batman was in trouble, but his voice hadn’t sounded strained. His tentative response of With what? was answered with a request to watch Damian. More precisely Bruce asked Jason if he would “Take care of Robin tonight.”

Damian was the last person Jason expected to be babysitting that night. Dick maybe. Tim probably at some point. But Damian? Jason hadn’t been able to wrap his mind around it. His youngest sibling was headstrong and far too similar to Jason himself for Bruce to approve of their spending a lot of time together.

Which meant that Jason was the last choice. He’d scowled, despite Bruce and anyone else who cared to look being unable to see it. It felt good to turn his mouth down in a grimace. “No.” He’d answered.

Except Bruce had asked him. And Bruce never asked him for anything. The request alone tempted something warm to bubble up in Jason, but he pushed it down as fast at the thought of being the last to be asked.

He didn’t mind spending time with Damian. The kid wasn’t so bad when you pushed past his prickly exterior, and he had a sense of humor that Jason found endearing. Especially when it involved dragging Tim for his lack of self-care. Jason simply refused to be Bruce’s last choice in the matter. He understood it, but that didn’t mean he had to be happy about it.

The other side of the comm was silent as his father considered the answer and tried to come up with one of his own. The silence dragged out longer than it should have and Jason started to wonder if Bruce had closed the connection.

“I’ll send him home then.”

That was it. The comm clicked off and Jason swore. Damian wouldn’t go home. Even if Bruce marched him back to the manor the boy would be back on Gotham’s streets in half an hour. Damian was many things: highly trained, able, and smart, but Jason couldn’t see himself letting a child, because that was something else Damian was, out patrolling Gotham’s streets alone.

Jason had been Robin. He’d been the kid to do things on his own. To be assured in his abilities. Batman had trained him after all. He’d failed more times than he cared to count. Wanted a partner more than that. No Jason wasn’t going to let Damian patrol alone, neither was he going to call Bruce back and tell him that.

It took Jason longer than he cared to admit to find Damian. He refused to call for help early on, for fear of Bruce overhearing before he’d left. Thankfully his youngest brother had a tendency to follow his father’s example and follow pre-planned patrols unless something caught his attention.

As Jason moved on to the third area he figured Damian would be he was ready with a snappy comment to give his little brother the moment he found him. Something about sneaking out being not DaddyBats approved, but the words died on his lips the moment he parked his motorcycle and cut the engine. Shouts filled the air followed by the cough of gunfire.

Jason was off his bike, the vehicle crashing to the ground behind him, and halfway down the street before his head caught up with his feet. The source of the sounds had to be close, his eyes grazing each alleyway he passed before moving on to the next.

A little over a block away he finally found the right one. He couldn’t see Robin through the press of men, but he could hear the kid through the roars and grunts of whoever he was fighting. Jason didn’t hesitate to throw himself into the fray, working his way towards his brother.  He lost himself in the steady, practiced actions of find the biggest threat and take them out. His brain a few steps ahead of his guns, a part of his attention on Damian.

All Jason could think of during the fight was the words Bruce had used earlier: take care of Robin. They were what pushed him to his limit during the fight, and what propelled him into Damian, shoving the boy out of danger as a stray bullet caught the side of an unprotected water heater and causing it to explode. 

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anonymous asked:

An imagine where your childhood best friend/also secretly love of your life Jason tells you his secret about him being a power ranger plus a time where you don't see him much anymore

This was so fun to write! I hope you enjoy! <3

Originally posted by togetherwearemore

You frowned, throwing yourself onto your bed with a sigh.

 Looking over at your clock, you locked your eyes on the frame, the picture inside showcasing you and Jason: around 5 years old with wide toothless grins. 

You were both halfway up a rather large tree with curling branches low to the ground and you smiled at the memory.

“Ready or not!” A young Jason spun around, scanning the campsite in front of him. 

Giggling, you placed a hand over your mouth trying to quiet yourself. He would never find you up here. 

“I’m gonna find you (Y/N)!” He called and you ducked farther up into the leaves of the tree you had scaled. 

After he had wandered around for quite a while, he finally leaned up against the very tree you were in. 

“Whatever! I give up!” He huffed angrily, throwing his hands in the air. 

You finally let your laughter be heard, and he wrinkled his nose as he glared up into the tree. 

“That’s cheating! You can’t climb up there! Besides, you know that I can’t do that.” He whined and you giggled even more.  

“Aw Jason, it’s'not cheatin. I got up here all by myself. And why couldn’t you come up?” You dangled your legs as he groaned. 

“(Y/N)! I can’t climb trees.” He stated this as if were a well-known fact. 

“Are you scared?” You mocked, “Jason’s a great big scaredy-cat!" 

"I’m no scaredy-cat! Just cause I don’t wanna fall doesn’t mean I’m a chicken!” He stomped his foot and placed his hand on the nearest branch. 

“You aren’t gonna fall,” you insisted, holding out your hand. 

“Do you trust me?” Shaking it slightly Jason gulped, reaching up to pull himself into the tree. 

“You know I do.”

You placed the frame back down, rolling over onto your back. You had always been best friends, you’re parents were great friends and so were you. 

But as you had grown and matured your feelings developed into something more. Maybe you loved him, but you never planned on letting him know that. 

However, recently Jason had been pulling away and you had no idea why. He always canceled last minute, or simply made an excuse why he couldn’t do anything. 

Today had been planned forever- the new movie both of you had been wanting to see for forever just hit theaters. 

Almost predictably, he had called 

A few hours ago, apologizing profusely and repeating something had come up. And like always, you had played it off like it was no big deal.

 Since you couldn’t go to the movies, you decided to go to the hills above the mines. It was always a great place to go to relax and get your mind off things. 

Parking your car, you stuck your keys in the muffler, knowing you’d drop ‘em after climbing around for a perfect spot. Sure, stupid idea around town, but it worked here. 

Plugging in your headphones, you wandered around until you reached the spot overlooking all of angel grove. You settled down and pulled out some homework: chemistry, aka the worst class in existence. 

Nevertheless, you fiddled with your pencil, wondering when on gods earth you were going to need to know Avogradro’s law. 

Your water bottle was next to you, and you turned down to grab it when you noticed something. 

The water… was moving, like it does in the movies. 

Hesitantly, you reached out to grab it, and felt the ground lurch slightly underneath you. 

Only making things worse, a large shadow passed over you, and (lord help you you were that person in the horror movie), you turned around slowly. 

Blinking a few times, your brain took a while to process the sight in front of you: the red rangers T-Rex robot was standing right in front of you. Before you blinked you could have sworn that it was Jason.

You shrieked and stumbled to your feet, it couldn’t be Jason. The ranger had somehow covered his face with his mask again, and before you knew it was standing in front of you. 

“What are you doing up here?” He demanded and you stepped slightly away from him. “You shouldn’t be here!”

“Look, I appreciate you saving the world and all, but unless there’s imminent danger I think I’m allowed to be here." 

He crossed his arms and you gulped. Maybe you should speak more carefully.
"It says no trespassing.” He insisted and The voice clicked. 

Testing your theory, you hesitantly reached into your pocket, clicking Jason’s contact. 

A loud buzzing came from the ranger, and he immediately stepped backwards, his mask retreating back to reveal Jason’s shocked face. 

Besides the situation, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. 

“Dude… you keep your phone on you?" 

He flushed and laughed slightly. 

"Look, you can’t know! You shouldn’t… oh damn. I’m probably gonna have to tell this to Zordon.”

However, you ignored him and just began to realize the depth of the situation. Jason, your best friend, was the red ranger. 

Stepping forward you shoved him backward harshly. 

“You’re a ranger and you didn’t tell me? What the hell?!" 

He extended his hands in surrender, moving one to rub the back of his neck like he always did when he was nervous.

"How about… you just take a few deep breaths,” he reasoned. 

“I’m perfectly calm… oh my god. When your dad said the Red ranger saved him… that was you! Oh my god Jason you could have died! You could have died and you wouldn’t have known-” you abruptly shut your mouth, your cheeks turning a furious red. 

“Known what, (Y/N)?” He grabbed your shoulders lightly and you gulped, looking up at him. 

“You’re my best friend right? And this totally might screw things up. God this could ruin everything…. but I think I care for you more than a friend?" 

He furrowed his brows, until it finally clicked. 

”(Y/N)… I feel the same way, I really do. But I can’t. I can’t risk you getting hurt because of me. You could be leverage if anyone found out- or they could-“

"Jason, you feel the same?” Your breath hitched and he nodded, tipping his forehead against yours. 

“Of course." 

"Then just… do you trust me?” you reached up and placed your hand on his cheek, the stubble he had yet to shave slightly prickling your hand. 

He took a deep breath and pulled you even closer to him. 

“You know I do.”

That was all you needed to hear, for the next moment you had surged forward, your lips meeting his and suddenly everything fell into perfect place.

Unknown Territory // Jughead

Summary: Reader is Riverdale’s mysterious teenager. Jughead and the reader share a lot of firsts and she’s going to be his first time until feelings are said and plans change. How will everyone react when sophomore starts with a new couple.

Characters: Jughead x Reader, Archie Andrews, Kevin Keller, and Archie Andrews

Words: 1212

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters that appear in this story.

Warnings: Allusion to sex, swearing, and fluff

Author: Caitsy

Requested: No.

Tagging: At the bottom.

A/N Popped into my head. This is set in the summer before sophomore and Jason is not mentioned what so ever in this.

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Originally posted by juptern

Jughead Jones, little was known when it came to the strange but real teen that was almost always alone. Everybody knew that Jughead and Archie Andrews were best friends; after a short period no one knew why they didn’t hang together anymore.

There was one person that was the true mysterious teen. You were the girl with the trademark dark eyeliner and computer. It wasn’t known what you did on it but the hint was the large studio headphones that more than likely covered your ears.

Last year was when you caught the attention of Jughead more than any other year. He craved mystery but he craved you more.

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Request: Can I have an Jason Todd imagine where The reader has a fear the Jason will turn into her abusive ex
  Requested by @wierd-sad-crazy-girl

Jason was violent. Not necessarily with you but surely with those criminals out there. This didn’t mean he didn’t scare you.

   When you met him, and didn’t know of his double life, you thought he was just a very angry person. Jason soon gave out his secret to you and you started fearing for your life.

Intentionally, you didn’t share this with anyone. It was already humiliating for you that the world knew of your ex abusive partner and you couldn’t stand it if they knew about your new one too. Sure, Jason hadn’t reached that point. He had never laid a hand on you and you continually asked yourself if you deserved this. Nonetheless you could always remember yourself in a corner of your ex’s apartment, being kicked and slapped to the point of fainting.
    Or the times he banned food in the house. You could remember living with water for weeks. If it wasn’t for his friends to give him in to thw police, you’d probably still be there, being hit and starved to death.

   Some nights, while Jason was on patrol, you cried yourself to sleep. You were sure that he would eventually hit you, with his raw fists and his well built legs or anything he could find. Or maybe that he’d curse you too. These were the things you were used to for more than two years at least.

    So you were left to wonder, why, he hadn’t done anything yet. Why were you still safe and sound.

You had always tried not to initiate fights with him. In contrast to your ex, Jason was able to kill you anytime, if he wanted to. So tonight, when Jason started swearing to himself for what seemed because he couldn’t find his helmet and his left boot, you hesitated to speak.
  That until he was facing you.

“I have to go to an emergency mission (y/n)! Tell me where the fuck my stuff are!” He screamed.

“I swear I don’t know Jay. I swear.”

“But how can you not (y/n)? You’re the one that stays in home all day moving all fucking stuff around.”

“Well I’m sorry that I’m trying to keep your freaking apartment clean and tidy, like I’m your fucking cleaning lady.” You snapped at him as your lips pursed in anger.

  You lost it the moment he lifted his hand and took it closer to your face. You covered yourself defensively and prayed inside you that he’d stop, you prayed that he wouldn’t hit you.
      Nevertheless, you were ready for a hit that never came. When you lowered your hands you saw Jason’s confused face, his blue- green eyes starting at you in disbelief.

His hand, went to do what it was intended to before. He cupped your face and pulled you closer by your waist, to plant a tender kiss on your forehead.

“Y-y-you’re not going to hit me?” You stuttered at the sight of his orbs starting directly into yours with much adoration.

“Why would I ever do that baby girl?” He sounded worried, angry, hurt even guilty. In his mind he repeated yours words again and again, though the truth was right in front of him.

“Because…b-because my ex…” You needn’t say more. Neither did Jason need to hear more to crush you into his arms and let you pour yourself onto his chest.

  He realised, almost instantly, that you were afraid of him, and as he thiught, maybe it was his fault. All he seemed to do lately was scream and yell for nothing in particular.
   He should have known better. He should have pushed you to tell him what was the reason you had a pair of your ribs surgically removed, because as you had told him you “fell if the stairs”. He should have realised it back then, when you were dating with that bastard whose name he couldn’t recall.

“Shhh” he muttered into your hair and placed a kiss at the top of it. “I’m here and it’s okay. No one is going to hurt you baby girl!”

   Jason let you cry a little more. He knew, better than anyone, that sometimes a person had to have a breakdown. That once a should reaches its lowest point, the only thing it can do right after was to go up.

  With that said, he was already planning how to cheer you up, even if it was momentarily.

“Please remember I love you… I’ll never hurt you!” Jason whispered once again, this time feeling a cold tear slipping down his cheek as you nodded against his chest. He felt his heart break by your sobs. He knew this kind of sobs. They were filled with pain and disappointment maybe even some self-hatred.

From now on, Jason’s goal was to make you forget, he wanted to numb your pain. He needed to heal was had been broken, to fill your scared heart with love. Not only because you didn’t deserve this as a human, but because he was in love with you. For a long time now, and he wouldn’t let an abusive bastard destroy his beloved’s soul.

kawaii-kyky  asked:

I don't know if this has already been suggested but I have this headcannon that after Thalia became human again she had a very, very, very, strong bond with all pine trees. So one year after the whole Kronos and Gaia wars Jason invited her over for a Christmas party where he had a real tree and she just walked out the door yelling "Why Jason!" and "You should have known better!" and just random stuff about how young the tree was and how that the tree should have lived longer than he did.

Hmm… see personally I don’t see Thalia been sympathetic to trees, more than she literally cannot stand seeing them because they just remind her of the years she spent as a tree. I know this isn’t what you were exactly looking for, but sometimes I have a tough time envisioning some headcanons


DreamWorks animator imagines the “Rejected Princesses” Hollywood would never touch 

While fans have taken to creating their own “racebent” versions of classic Disney characters, the question still remains: Given how many great female characters there are in history and in literature, why is Disney not willing to look outside the box?

That was the question on former DreamWorks animator Jason Porath’s mind when he launched his project “Rejected Princesses.” Describing himself as “a guy who likes interesting, lesser-known women and would like for them to get their time in the sun,” Porath decided to create Disneyfied versions of female characters who would have a hard time receiving the green light from the studio.

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Summary: Tim and Jason go undercover as a just-married couple celebrating their honeymoon in order to catch a high-profile drug lord. Hand-holding, kissing, secret rendezvous and bed sharing ahead.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 15K 


“Will that be all, Mr. Drake-Wayne?”

Tim’s eyes snapped back to the pretty woman standing behind the concierge desk.

“Umm?” Tim blinked, catching the glare off the golden name tag pinned to her floral dress. He thought, vaguely, that it was almost the same shade as his wedding ring. “What?”

“She asked if we needed anything else, babe,” Jason said suddenly, leaning into the space between Tim’s neck and shoulder and planting a quick, chaste kiss. “Jetlag already?”

It was only a quick brush of skin against skin, hardly anything; and yet, Tim felt almost too big for his body, fighting a sudden urgency to sink into the depth of some unnameable feeling that pulsed hotly just beneath his skin.

The woman laughed and slid over two sleek hotel card keys, rattling off several free amenities, pool hours and how to book a couple’s massage at the spa.

“Thank you,” Jason said, somewhere next to Tim’s ear. When he reached from behind Tim to grab the card keys off the polished marble, his chest pressed against Tim’s back in a wall of sudden warmth. Jason was a wall of sunlight against Tim’s back, and he smelt better than any person had a right to after flying so many hours on a stuffy plane.

When Tim didn’t move quickly enough, Jason brushed Tim’s hand away from his suitcase. “Come on,” he said, pulling it behind with his own as he moved away from the concierge desk.

The unexpected gesture caught Tim off guard, but Jason looked calm and unconcerned as they dodged a sea of incoming tourists all donning different versions of the same floral shirts and sundresses. The resort was both stunningly beautiful and modern, a place that looked as if it were made for granting wishes for nothing more than a quick slide of a plastic.

As they waited for the elevators to ping to the lobby floor, Tim tried to process the madness of the past four days.

The case.

The feel of Jason standing so close next to him.

It was only another moment before the doors opened, and they moved to stand in the center of the empty elevator. Jason winked at the attendant and wrapped a strong arm around Tim’s waist.

“Honeymoon suite,” Jason said.

His grip made Tim’s adrenaline spike, and if his voice was the sound of a motorcycle’s engine revving as the doors shut, his touch felt like racing through sloping hills in the middle of the night with the lights off, the pavement rushing up to meet the raw burn of tire.

The attendant gave a tired smile, but paid them no special interest nor sympathy for Tim’s personal crisis. He probably heard nothing but excited, trivial chatter from couples and families visiting the resort from all over the world.

It should not have been so difficult for Tim to slip into his character for this mission, but he found himself feeling awkward and unsure standing next to his partner. The dreamlike daze he’d been stuck in all morning was quickly fading away, leaving him restless and distracted. The gentle flux of the elevator did little to ease his nerves.

“Well, look,” Jason said into Tim’s ear, his lips almost brushing against his skin. “Isn’t that interesting?”

Tim stiffened, but turned his head to stare out the elevator’s back wall, which was made of strong plexiglass. He watched their target guide two men through the white, marble lobby below. They were well-dressed in expensive suits that stood out in the sea of Hawaiian florals, and each carried two leather duffel bags.

Mr. Javier Bello, The Shark.

He was the owner of the resort property they were currently staying and leader of an organized crime ring importing drugs into Gotham. Dick had been tracking him for the last six months, building a case backwards from Bludhaven and tracing crates back to this hotel. Red Hood worked in tandem, terrorizing the docks and blowing up every unreported shipment until one of Enrico Inzerillo’s men confirmed the connection.

And then Dick got caught up in something bigger than this with Damian, and despite the months of prep work and planning, Tim found himself thrown into the middle of the case, playing catch up and house with Jason, of all people.

Bello and his men disappeared from view, and Tim was left to ponder the negative space between his body and Jason’s, who hadn’t moved away after bending down to whisper into his ear.

Intimacy wasn’t a foreign concept to Tim, despite his track record. Affected intimacy was even less-so, as he’d played dozens of roles while on the job, including a hopelessly clueless boyfriend to an overzealous honeypot. It was something he’d trained for, something they’d all been exposed to at one time or another while working for Bruce.

But Tim had never had to work with someone he liked.

When the elevator dinged at their floor, the attendant offered to help with their luggage. Jason responded with a few words in Spanish, too quick and low for Tim to decipher the meaning. Whatever he’d said had made the older man laugh, his tired gaze sliding from beneath wrinkled eyelids to study Tim.

Jason was charming, but Tim had already known that. All of Bruce’s wardens knew how to turn it on and off; it was a practiced skill, like most things in their line of work. But Jason wore it almost too well, like a perfectly tailored suit or an expensive haircut. His playfulness went deeper, felt more natural, and Tim remembered why he’d never gotten into bed with Jason on something like this before.

It was too dangerous, how desperately Tim wanted all of it to be real. Wanted all of Jason’s warmth and his bitterness, his rage and his humor — even the slanted edge of his wolfish smile — all for himself.

When he pushed open the hotel door that led to their suite, Jason whistled. “Remind me to get hitched more often.”

A large, white bed sat at the center of the room, and Tim’s eyes skated past it with a sense of impending dread. Shiny wooden floors gave way to three floor-to-ceiling panes of glass leading out to a balcony that overlooked a small stretch of beach and miles of blue-green ocean.

A spacious, open bathroom rested to the right of the bed, separated by bamboo slats that made the room feel larger. Behind the divider was a porcelain bathtub, large enough to easily fit two people, and behind that, a small tiled shower. An unopened bottle of champagne chilled in a wooden bucket near the tub, two empty glasses waiting for them to toast to their eternal happiness.

Tim ignored it all.

Denial, at least, was something that he was infinitely good at practicing.

When he re-entered the main room, Jason was running his fingers through a line of red and pink rose petals that the hotel staff had arranged into a heart on their bed. The sight of such a cliched welcoming made Tim want to run and take the next flight out back to Gotham. But the way Jason pinched a soft, red petal between his fingers stirred every midnight thought that Tim had locked in the back of his mind, a warning breeze slipping between guilty pleasures that refused to wilt.

When Jason realized Tim was standing behind him, he lifted his head and grinned. “I think they want us to have sex,” he said, throwing a handful of flower petals at Tim’s head.

“Just check for bugs,” Tim ordered, hastily brushing the petals from where they had settled in his hair. He made a beeline for the balcony, and the sound of Jason’s warm laughter followed.

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I Love You {Jason Smut}

word count: 2.4k (because I love Jason and oh well.)
**Rated MA for mature audiences only!**
Notes: Smut / Fluff! I fell in LOVE with Jason Crouse while watching The Good Wife, JDM is such an amazing actor AND ALL THOSE UNF scenes with him in it, my heart! @ladylorelitany and @may85 fics gave me the inspiration to share my love for this man. Tagging you in it because thank you!! Hope you like mine ;o; 
Gifs are not mine.
Summary: Jason comes over to get his mind off Alicia and (Y/N) was always the perfect distraction but after a month of silence, he has some explaining to do.

I have known Jason for a while, being one of the first few people he met coming to the state and he just stuck around my life after that like some magical spell I couldn’t wake up from, he always told me it was because I knew how to brew a great cup of coffee. In all fairness, that really could honestly be why he stuck around, but as we talked more and started to hang around together, we realized we just clicked.

I always made sure I was there for him whenever he was having a rough day, I wanted to be his backbone, I wanted him to know I was there. That I loved him.

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Today’s the day! Our third annual Halloween spookfest is here, with even fewer cumbersome fleshy bits than ever. Cuz they’re all skeletons and shit! And you better believe they’re aping other successful career skeletons! HAPPY HALLOWEEN

  1. HELL BIKER: Hey. You know it. We know it. Hell Biker is just Ghost Rider. It’s shameless, but we don’t need to spend a minute more of our lives ruminating on it once we nod in its general direction with the acknowledgement that, yes, it is indeed something that happened over two decades ago now. There, that wasn’t so bad.
  2. SPARTOI: Sown from dragon’s teeth in Greek myth, the Spartoi were known as fierce warriors. However, they tended to be of the fleshy type. So why is Kaneko’s a skeleton? One need look no further than what is probably the most famous appearance of the Spartoi in pop culture, the Ray Harryhausen stop-motion skeletons from 1963’s Jason and the Argonauts.
  3. GASHADOKURO: He may be sporting a bit of a dye-job in his SH design, but otherwise we’re looking at some prime Gashadokuro here, right down to the obscured lower section. He’s even got a friendly reminder on his forehead in case he forgets!

Halloween ‘14: (1) Betelgeuse (2) Baphomet 

Halloween ‘15: (1) Season of the Crib, (2) Arachne 

The future of Black Veil Brides and Andy Black with their label

I have seen various opinions and theories about Andy Black and Black Veil Brides future in the record industry. I thought I would shed some light on it. As of right now, the reality is they do not have a future with their label , Lava Records. Black Veil Brides recording contract as a band is set to expire and may or may not be picked up by Lava. They would have the option to shop around a bit but the likelihood any major label would be interested is slim. Andy Black’s recording contract was based on several key factors. One, the success of BVB and the then assumed reason that Andy was the real star of the group and therefore fans would follow his solo work. Secondly how well his solo album did once released.
Well as we all know The Shadow Side failed and did not meet the labels hope what so ever. If Andy had planned to push away from BVB after their next album and be full fledge solo artist, this is no longer an option. A lot of money was spent, strings were pulled via Lava and Feldman to get as many guest stars as possible on his debut solo album. Again assuming this would make it sell like crazy and be a huge crossover hit. Well it wasn’t. Black Veil Brides fans may have acted excited for his album but once it was released they simply did not pay for his solo music. They did not truly support it. This is more than likely why you may notice Mr Andy Biersack aka Andy Black acting a bit off these days. Not only did this jepordize his future as a solo artist but is has hurt Black Veil Brides position as well. Black Veil Brides when first signed with Lava were suppose to be this larger than life over the top American rock band that would break into the mainstream. This is what Jason Flom is known for and what he wants, mainstream number one album talent. This is why Set The World On Fire had a top music video director handle Fallen Angels instead of Fogarty, they had a mainstream record producer do the album etc. Why they even looked over the top more than ever because Andy and the rest if the guys were convinced all these things would lead to number one album success. That is why BlackVeilBrides for the only time in their careers even do this day and so many single releases for that album, why they were suddenly on every magazine cover and why they were even invited to traditionally pop based award shows. Which of course has NEVER occurred again. Now why is that you might ask yourself? Because the label is no longer pushing them the way they did in 2011. The album though a small success did no where near as well as it was expected to. So a change in branding took place off came the makeup because they knew that would be a controversy amongst fans and it would get plenty of attention on the small rock scene. Then Wretched and Divine. They got John Feldman because he is a hit maker, they fired the lesser known producer that had been hired to do their third album because again Feldman was the man to take them to number one. Wretched and Divine was a very expensive project again over the top selling a certain kind of branding to you. Yet still although the album was their most successful debut on the Billboard 200, still no number one album and In The End failed in the end…as even a rock radio single. Although still their most successful to date . Then Bob Rock mastermind behind Metallica as the label tried to change what kind of fans would be drawn towards BVB. Doing a more hard rock , masculine album. Hoping to draw in male fans as girls are considered fickle by record labels. They have posters of a guy on a wall one year and are so in love… A couple of years later those girls grow up or become disappointed with their poster boy idols and move past them. Another reason why you may notice Biersacks distane for fans that feel like he’s changed or have disappointed them in some way or another. He is a smart business man. He knows the end of BVB’s scene popularity is coming soon. Then Andy Black project was suppose to do two things for Mr. Biersack. First give him an extra strategy in the event BVB went under, then prove he was the most important aka powerful member of the band, giving him leverage with the band, last the success of a solo album to a mainstream audience was suppose to then transfer back to BVB giving it new fans and another chance at number one. Although Biersack may want to save BVB as he created it he isn’t willing to go down with the ship.
So here we are The Shadow Side failed both recording contracts in question but to make matters worse Lava Records is not doing well. See last year right before Andy began truly recording the Shadow Side, Jason Flom founder of Lava records made a horrible mistake. He tried to screw over Universal Music and leave to join Warner Music Group. Lavas contract with Universal was up and Flom was out spoken about his desire to go somewhere else. He wanted around 100 million for Lava. Making him a truly rich man, well a problem. See Warner Music Group wanted Lorde who is under Lava Records but her contract is owned by Universal. So no Lorde no deal. None of the other artists interested Warner. Not Jessie J to Black Veil Brides. Lorde was the only reason they would pay for Lava. So the deal fell through then Sony didn’t bite. Flom messed up and had to renew with Universal without getting more money or better terms. Meaning he will not have a bigger budget for artists and all he can do is drop artists and redirect capital to specific artists. So who do you think might be on the chopping block. BVB is their only artist signed for half a decade to them, soon to be four albums in and no success to meets what the label thought they were purchasing when they bought out BVBS contract from StandBy Records. It wasn’t cheap and Standy By still got cuts of those sales. Andy Black was suppose to be the saving grace it wasn’t. How do you think Biersacks and Ms. Simms marriage was leaked to TMZ? Flom was invited to the wedding. Tmz had never done a story on either one of them until that day. Yet they knew they are getting married and wrote not one but two stories about it. Even though no one knew who they were? Then once the album comes out and fails they are never talked about again. It is a common misconception you are only marketed single when in fact labels can also market you as married. They can sell that story book romance just to wait till t falls apart and then they will make sure that story is sold too. Biersack,Simms and family would be unaware how the leak happened. Lava wanted Andy to be a popstar because that is what Flom knows how to sell. He’s responsible for artists like Katy Perry and quite proud of it. Andy Black should have sold and it didn’t. So now Biersack and Black Veil will be under extreme pressure for the next BVB album it has to be a success or that’s possibly it for them . Biersack is frustrated with his fans because they failed him by not buying his album or at least that is how any good label will spin it to him. That he doesn’t need those fans so if he is moving away from the core that is why. This is why you will notice an artist that use to claim is band would take over the world something Flom sold him on now states he’s just happy to still be in the industry at all and making music. The one change fans should have noticed they didn’t. Biersack is trying to push his wife’s career as some of you have claimed so much the past couple of years because his not so certain anymore. There have been attempts to sign her to Lava. Flom isn’t interested but Biersack keeps trying. The John Feldman album is suppose to make or break Juliet’s career but it may just break both of theirs. Andy doesn’t have many favors or strikes left. He already messed up recently. The sudden perfect happy married couple with a more mainstream look is a calculated choice on both their parts. Both are trying to please the industry and the powers that be. Because both are running out of time . You will see this pattern continue if not worsen. Personally I think marketing discussions are being made and have been made incorrectly. The concept of know your audience is key in the biz and Flom really messed up with Andy Black. Feldman doesn’t really get it either. If he had had it his way the album would be called Homecoming King and would have been even more poprock and less new wave. The reason that album didn’t work Feldman had his own agendas to shove the Andy Black in one direction without Andy noticing it didn’t work and the label didn’t get what they were promised. The next Black Veil Brides album determines everything not because Andy wants to be a solo popstar but because he is close to having everything drop out from under him. This is why he doesn’t like simple criticisms of even his hair. Which was also a calculated move by the way. He will likely remain prickly until either project performs or he gets a new recording contract. In the mean time he is going to must likely take it out on random people. Like that little issue with the airline. He was told he was a big star he believed it then it fell through. He is told by those in the business it wasn’t his fault and of course he wants to believe it. So he will blame you . Juliet was fed the same thing during and after her time on the voice. Both of them have become mainstream in appearance when neither of them began that way. Both are just trying to hang on and buying whatever anyone tells them. For the humble expression of I’m just happy to be here aka I can still pay my rent to their selling of personal items of fans. This is like a liquidation sale of their careers while you will still by it. They know if things don’t change soon you won’t . Notice they started to sale much more once Andy’s album failed ? It’s connected. His temper and attitude. Hers. There is a lot of pressure on them right now both individually and as a couple. Not an excuse but it’s an explanation. Thought I would share I hope it was helpful.
An anonymous intern…….


Originally posted by nesoxochi

… If it’s true, of course. Am I saying it is? No. It was submitted, as you can see. I claim no veracity of the content therein.  

Still, such an interesting story. 

Either way, as I’ve said before, I would not be surprised if this was BVB’s last album, and I suspect they are indeed at the end of their contract just as this little submission says. 

Again, we here at the blog make no assumptions/certification of the truth of this submission. 

-A I would like proof from everything stated in this please, otherwise I will just brand it as rumour and nothing more. -L

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Tagged by @royalrowena @v-club-mega-coven thank you!

Nickname: I have like a million so…*spins wheel* today I shall be known as Shortstack™
Zodiac sign: Sagittarius and proud 
Height: 5'3 (why y'all so tall?!)
Last Thing You Googled: Can a hangover kill you 
Favorite music artist: Halsey, slipknot, tyga
Song stuck in my head: Swalla by Jason Derulo, Nicki Minaj and Ty Dolla sign
Last movie you watched: Get Out
What are you wearing right now: adidas shorts, adidas shirt and adidas shoes, I’m the definition of product endorsement at the moment
Why did you choose your URL: Sean’s love of pie, nothing more to be said
What Did Your Last Relationship Teach You: If they ever lays a hand on you without consent, get the fuck outta there, don’t stick with them
Religious Or Spiritual: Religious, but not overly, just kinda acknowledging the God'™ presence 
Favorite Color: Black, green, blue 
Average Hours Of Sleep: 3-6
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How Many Blankets Do You Sleep With: one 
Dream Job: Forensic psychologist

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anonymous asked:

Can you write more for the witch/warlock jaydick au? I'm a bit in love with au's where dick has magic of any sort, and you have such a beautiful style of writing it!

YES I CAN. I really like both verses I have with magical!Dick and I’m always so excited to write them both. 

Part One

The Fire of My Yearning pt. 2

Jason looked at the forest around him, sun shining through the leaves of the trees and onto his skin. He took a deep breath and a breeze moved through the trees, cool in the warm air. It ruffled his hair and made his skin tingle. Jason reached a hand out and the wind swirled through his fingers, he looked at a spot on the ground and the wind swirled around it. 

Jason opened his eyes and he was back in the dim cabin with Dick, who was grinning at him from where he was sitting. 

“Did I do it?” Jason asked. 

“Look for yourself,” Dick said. 

Jason turned and looked at the candle they’d set on the table next to Jason. The wick was bare and the wax was just starting to harden. 

“I did it,” Jason said, breathless as he sat up. 

“I told you,” Dick said with a smirk as he pulled Jason into a kiss. “The wind likes you, and once you master the wind, the other elements come with so much more ease.”

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oh k. just a rant for myself. am i the only one who dislikes jercy and all this ‘bro’ stuff? it’s very ooc of percy because if you think about it, a lot of who we think percy is is based off of stuff from the first series, and a lot of that is from his thoughts, not what he says out loud. sure, he’s a snarky bich with a load of humor, but not all BROOOOO!!1!! especially not with jason! he’s known jason for like what? a month? less than a month? why is he so drastically different in this series? hullo? GROVER??????? grover literally has been there for the entirety of the series, even BEFORE he knew he was a demigod. if you think jason is more bro to bro to percy than grover is to percy, i don’t even know what to think.

reasons to go watch batman vs. superman and suicide squad

batman vs. superman:

  • doesn’t ignore superman’s undeniable immigrant status and shows us prejudice against immigrants i.e. when the crowd is chanting “go home, go home” in the trailer
  • explores themes such as power corrupting and the idea that superman can be both a hero and a villain
  • the cinematography
  • possible aquaman cameo
  • possible justice league cameo, as batman and superman may assemble the justice league at the end of the film
  • batman will see superman as more of a threat than an ally, as will lex luthor, but unlike luthor batman will eventually come to trust superman.
  • basically if you ship superbat this movie is for you 
  • wonder woman will not be a rival of lois lane

suicide squad:

  • more PoCs in this movie than in all 10 of Marvel’s films (on your right, i guess)
  • live-action harley quinn
  • this movie has 4 lead women, 2 of which are women of colour
  • adewale akinnuoye-agbaje (who is playing killer croc) did not spend what is probably several hours in make-up (it’s the worst thing ever) for you to not go see this movie
  • will smith in a DC movie. will. freakin’. smith. 
  • we get to see harley’s growth in the film. she starts off ‘property of the joker’ and becomes her own person by the movie’s end
  • viola davis will be playing amanda waller who is a tough, no nonsense WoC anti-hero who not only manages to ralley a bunch of supervillains into action but has been known to intimidate even batman in the past. she was also an early example of body positivity in comics (despite that being epically derailed in the comics nowadays)
  • the cast is a mix of seasoned actors and fresh talent, providing an opportunity for a variety of people to shine
  • could possibly explore the reason why harley is estranged from the joker (jason todd’s death) that will both humanize harley and set up events in future DC films (iNCLUDING A POSSIBLE RED HOOD MOVIE GET WRECKED)
  • did i mention live-action harley quinn?
  • edit:  of suicide squad’s 14 actors, more than half aren’t white men. also, includes little seen diversity on screen, with latino actor (jay hernandez), a native american actor (adam beach), and a japanese actress (karen fukuhara)

anonymous asked:

Trans (ftm) Jay telling his crush, being scared to do so, that he's trans? ♡

i wrote him as robin?? bc he’s a cute little bean Just Wait (still using ‘they/them’ for the reader bc i don’t want to assume pronouns, but jason uses he/him!)

Alfred’s the one to call him out on his sappy behavior, the fact that he keeps knotting his fingers together and smiling. He’s doing his homework at the table and he’s careless and scribbling away at basic algebra when Alfred comes up behind him to serve him a PB&J and sees the margins of his paper. “Not too old yet for schoolyard crushes, young master Jason?” 

Jason freezes, his breath caught in his throat, and he covers the edge of his paper with his hand. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But his straight face falters, and he has to bite down on his bottom lip to keep from smiling guiltily. His fingers hide doodles of your initials paired with his (some in big, gooey hearts), and he spreads them to hide them completely, looking away. 

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