(bc i’m slightly tipsy and there’s already ppl shooting fireworks outside) (under a read more bc i have no control and must be stopped)
wears bright red lipstick and blue eyeshadow bc she’s feelin p a t r i o ti c
is in charge of the food
her apron says “quit bitchin’ in my kitchen”
actually the kitchen is strictly off-limits while she’s cooking get the fuck outta here
seriously one time she threw a knife at ryan’s head when he tried to grab a potato chip
goes all out for the fourth of july y’all. we’re talking buttery corn on the cob, fresh guac, fried green tomatoes, salted watermelon, mac n cheese, apple pie mmmmMMMMM
follows an old patillo family recipe to make the best goddamn potato salad this side of the mississippi river holy shit like,,, it’s so fucking good god bless the patillos
uses a secret ingredient in her potato salad that she’ll take to her grave don’t even bother asking buddy she’ll laugh in your face
(jeremy thinks it’s white wine)
(gavin thinks its cocaine)
wears leather sandals and american flag-printed board shorts why geoffrey why
is in charge of drinks
imports single malt whisky straight from scotland
then steals 2 dozen crates of bud light from the 24/7 supermarket down the street
geoff there’s literally only 15 people at this party do you really need 10 bottles of tequila
likes making mixed drinks for people who didn’t order them
his “signature drink” is called The Firecracker™
everyone’s pretty sure it’s just fireball and actual gasoline
always ends up ranting about how fucked up the american founding fathers were
“guys thomas jefferson was such a dick i fucking hate that dude”
“we know geoff”
shifts into Ultimate Dad Mode™ on the fourth of july bless his heart
unironically wears USA t-shirts from old navy and a backwards baseball cap
it makes him look * c o o l *
is in charge of the grill
looks way too comfortable using a meat cleaver and a butcher knife
ryan that’s just *beef* in those burgers right?
has an AK-47 strapped to his back just in case they come
“just in case who comes?”
likes to sing 80’s rock music while grilling
there’s a video of him belting jessie’s girl into his spatula
ryan is not aware of this video
it’s saved on jack’s laptop (encrypted and password protected)
is in charge of the music
turns into the biggest Dudebro™ on the fourth
yells ‘merica before doing anything
uses red white n blue spray-on hair color and completely fucks up the bathroom sink with it
his playlist is called “'freedom muthafukaaaas”
songs include: bruce springsteen’s “born to run”, warrant’s “cherry pie”, ELO’s “mr. blue sky” and abba’s “dancing queen”
insists on being called DJ rimmy tim for the whole day
keeps trying to get people to play pool volleyball with him
drinks anything geoff puts in front of him
he and jack end up trying to parachute from the cargobob into the pool
is in charge of the fireworks
doesn’t buy fireworks tho are you kidding me fuck that this isn’t amateur hour sON
spends all of april/may developing homemade fireworks with trevor and matt
has almost lost multiple fingers while testing their creations
also nearly blinded himself while trying to modify a bottle rocket
tbh this is the most dangerous thing he does all year and he’s a Professional Criminal for a living
created a firework that explodes in bright red brocades and makes the air smell like roses
he calls it “the lindsay”
every year there’s an illegal massive fireworks show on mt. haan that gets set up anonymously and is electronically detonated
everyone knows its the fakes but literally every person in town comes out to watch it and it’s basically a los santos tradition so the LSPD are like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
they get a tupperware of potato salad for their troubles
(it’s the best goddamn potato salad they’ve ever had)
likes to remind everyone that’s he’s british and that he’s offended by their patriotism
“congrats on your bad healthcare and shite chocolate”
paints a lil british flag on his cheek bc fuck u guys
but then #brexit rip
has the most insane shit delivered to the penthouse for Funsies™
last year it was a massive bouncy castle that blocked off the whole street
the year before he brought five thousand water ballons filled with ice, blood, flour, and some weird goo he somehow smuggled in from china
jeremy almost had to go to the hospital
geoff was not a fan
literally no one has a clue what gavin has planned for this year and they’re not sure if they should be terrified or excited
(it’s actually a lads vs gents nerf battle with tranquilizer-loaded darts)
(geoff will not be a fan)
just bc it’s a national holiday doesn’t mean they’re not heisting
jack wears his gaudiest hawaiian print
ryan switches his black face paint for blue (sometimes he’ll even add stars)
the lads load up on homemade grenades and bombs that sparkle and whizz as they detonate
they hit every major bank and big business within the city limits as the los santos sky explodes with color
on july 5th, planned parenthood, greenpeace, the national immigration law center, the trevor project, the ACLU and countless other NGOs get their annual summer donation - always impressive, always anonymous
bc the fakes know that they’re country is no longer truly the land of the free
and they may be criminals but goddamnit they’ll do their best to fix it
bc who better than america’s most wanted can give america what it needs the most?
Here it is!! The list I have been talking about, these are the albums that I have listened to so far this year. I am slowly making my way through an annotated version so that you can know my feelings on each record. That will be on here shortly enough. But for now, here’s the list as of the 18th of June. Check them out!!
Alphabetical Order: As of 6/18
Actress - AZD
Anderson .Paak - Malibu
America - America
Angel Olsen - Half Way Home
Animal Collective - Marriweather Post Pavilion
The Avalanches - Since I Left You
BADBADNOTGOOD - BBNG
Beach House - Depression Cherry
Blank Banshee - Mega
Big L - Lifestylez ov da Poor & Dangerous
Big L - The Big Picture
Bob Dylan - Empire Burlesque
Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded
Capital STEEZ - AmeriKKKan Korruption
Carly Rae Jepsen - E•MO•TION
Chance the Rapper - 10 Day
Chance the Rapper - Acid Rap
Chance the Rapper - Coloring Book
Charles Mingus - Mingus Ah Um
Childish Gambino - Because the Internet
Childish Gambino - Awaken, My Love
Clarence Clarity - No Now
Crosby, Stills, & Nash - Crosby, Stills, & Nash
Crywank - Tomorrow is Nearly Yesterday and Everyday is Stupid
Danny Brown - The Hybrid
Danny Brown - XXX
Danny Brown - Old
Danny Brown - Atrocity Exhibition
Death Cab for Cutie - Transatlanticism
Death Cab for Cutie - Narrow Stairs
Death Grips - Exmilitary
Death Grips - The Money Store
Death Grips - No Love Deep Web
Death Grips - Government Plates
Death Grips - Fashion Week
Death Grips - The Powers That B
Death Grips - Interview 2016 EP
Death Grips - Bottomless Pit
Denzel Curry - Nostalgic 64
Denzel Curry - Imperial
Earl Sweatshirt - Earl
Earl Sweatshirt - Doris
Earl Sweatshirt - I Don’t Like Shit, I Don’t Go Outside
Eric Clapton - Eric Clapton
Everything Everything - Get to Heaven
Father John Misty - Fear Fun
Father John Misty - I Love You, Honeybear
Father John Misty - Pure Comedy
Feist - Let It Die
Fleet Foxes - Sun Giant EP
Fleet Foxes - Fleet Foxes
Fleet Foxes - Helplessness Blues
Fleet Foxes - Crack-Up
Flying Lotus - 1984
Flying Lotus - Cosmogramma
Frank Ocean - Nostalgia, Ultra
Frank Ocean - channel Orange
Frank Ocean - Blonde
Freddie Gibbs - Shadow of a Doubt
Freddie Gibbs - You Only Live 2wice
Freddie Gibbs & Madlib - Piñata
Godspeed You! Black Emperor - Life Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven
Grizzly Bear - Horn of Plenty
Grizzly Bear - Yellow House
Grizzly Bear - Veckatimest
Harry Styles - Harry Styles
Ice Cube - AmeriKKKa’s Most Wanted
Ice Cube - Death Certificate
Isaiah Rashad - Cilvia Demo EP
Isaiah Rashad - The Sun’s Tirade
J Dilla - Donuts
J. Cole - 2014 Forest Hills Drive
J. Cole - 4 Your Eyes Only
Joey Bada$$ - 1999
Joey Bada$$ - B4.Da.$$
Joey Bada$$ - All-AmeriKKKan Badass
John Coltrane - A Love Supreme
Joni Mitchell - Ladies of the Canyon
Joni Mitchell - Blue
Joni Mitchell - Court and Spark
Ka - The Knight’s Gamble
Ka - Honor Killed the Samurai
Kamasi Washington - The Epic
Karriem Riggins - Alone Together
Kendrick Lamar - Section.80
Kendrick Lamar - Good Kid, m.A.A.d City
Kendrick Lamar - To Pimp a Butterfly
Kendrick Lamar - DAMN.
Killer Mike - R.A.P. Music
The Long Winters - Putting the Days to Bed
Lorde - Pure Heroine
Lorde - Melodrama
Madvillain - Madvillainy
Marvin Gaye - What’s Going On?
MF Doom - Mm.. Food
Mick Jenkins - The Water[s]
The Microphones - Don’t Wake Me Up
The Microphones - It Was Hot, We Stayed in the Water
The Microphones - The Glow Pt. 2
The Microphones - Mount Eerie
Miles Davis - Kind of Blue
Miles Davis - Bitches Brew
Mount Eerie - “No Flashlight” Songs of the Fulfilled Night
Mount Eerie - Lost Wisdom
Mount Eerie - Dawn
Mount Eerie - Wind’s Poem
Mount Eerie - Clear Moon
Mount Eerie - Ocean Roar
Mount Eerie - Sauna
Mount Eerie - A Crow Looked At Me
M83. - Dead Cities, Red Seas & Lost Ghosts
NAO - So Good EP
NAO - For All We Know
Nick Murphy - Missing Link EP
Nas - Illmatic
The National - The National
The National - Sad Songs for Dirty Lovers
The National - Alligator
The National - Boxer
Neon Indian - Psychic Chasms
Neon Indian - VEGA INTL. Night School
Neutral Milk Hotel - On Avery Island
Neutral Milk Hotel - In the Aeroplane Over the Sea
Noname - Telefone
Notorious B.I.G. - Life After Death
Oddisee - The Iceberg
The Pablo Collective - The Death of Pablo
Perfume Genius - Put Your Back N 2 It
Perfume Genius - Too Bright
Perfume Genius - No Shape
Phoenix - Ti Amo
The Postal Service - Give Up
Quelle Chris - Being You is Great, I Wish I Could Be You More Often
Quasimoto - The Unseen
Radiohead - Pablo Honey
Radiohead - The Bends
Radiohead - Kid A
Radiohead - A Moon Shaped Pool
Ratt - Out of the Cellar
Red House Painters - Down Colorful Hill
Run the Jewels - RTJ3
Sampha - Process
(Sandy) Alex G - Rocket
Shabazz Palaces - Black Up
The Shouting Matches - Grownass Man
Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret
Spoon - Hot Thoughts
Squarepusher - Feed Me Weird Things
Squarepusher - Music is Rotted One Note
Squarepusher - Go Plastic
Substantial - The Past is Always Present in The Future
“The company responsible for managing Grenfell Tower has changed the locks on a community centre used to provide art therapy for children affected by the tragedy, stranding parents and children outside in the street when they came to seek help.
“Therapists had been running the club for a week, but when they turned up on Tuesday to find their keys no longer worked.”
bawled at both sasha performances. B A W L E D. CAPITAL C CRIED CAPITAL B BAWLED CAPITAL S SHOOKETH. i can only dream that my performance skills are that incredible one day jesus christ she fucking KILLED IT. When that shit gets uploaded I will be reblogging it SO FAST so those who don’t watch drag race can edjamacate thineselves and bless ur eyes by watching it cause that shit MOVED ME to another damn plane of existence
They had topped a low ridge now, and below them the whole scene suddenly opened out; a little, many-towered castle with its gate towards them. No moat, unfortunately, but of course the gate was shut and the portcullis down. On the walls they could see, like little white dots, the faces of the defenders.
Since I began reading Jungkook/Jimin stories early last year, I’ve tried to keep track of all the ones that left a lasting impression. Unfortunately, I most definitely have missed out on other amazing stories that I have either not read or have not been able to recall (a lot of the ones on Tumblr I’ve unfortunately got no way of digging out of my 20,000+ likes). Regardless, I hope you find something in this list :) (List is in no particular order, and I’ve tried to include summaries as provided by the authors themselves. Also, please read the tags accordingly, as the list includes stories covering a wide array of topics)
- Jeongguk and Jimin have been at this for a long time. The only difference now is that Jimin has grown up and Jeongguk sees no reason why he shouldn’t have what he has wanted since a long damned time.
Y’all I almost started crying at the end of Thomas’ pride video because I haven’t heard someone say “I love you” to me for about two years and it just… it really meant a lot. I know it was just a thing at the end of a video, but hearing someone say it, especially in regards to sexuality/gender id, was something I really needed to hear. So yeah.
A broad river divided itself into two streams and on the island between them there stood the city of Tashbaan, one of the wonders of the world. Round the very edge of the island, so that the water lapped against the stone, ran high walls strengthened with so many towers that he soon gave up trying to count them. Inside the walls the island rose in a hill and every bit of that hill, up to the Tisroc’s palace and the great temple of Tash at the top, was completely covered in buildings—terrace above terrace, street above street, zigzag roads or huge flights of steps bordered with orange trees and lemon trees, roof-gardens, balconies, deep archways, pillared colonnades, spires, battlements, minarets, pinnacles. And when at last the sun rose out of the sea and the great silver-plated dome of the temple flashed back its light, he was almost dazzled.
also, this imagine was pretty crap but I’m a little rusty and wanted to get something out for this blog :)
When you first arrived at riverdale, it seemed like Cheryl Blossom had it out for you. You had no clue why, you had just moved in two weeks before her brothers death, from a small town a couple hours away. Your father had gotten a new job with the sheriff’s deputy.
Your first day at Riverdale was worse. You hadn’t met anyone besides Cheryl, and when you talked to her she picked you out from the beginning.
“Hello, “ You smiled at the man behind the counter, “Two chocolate milkshakes please, to go”
The man smiled back, of course my dear. Are you knew to town?”
“Yeah..” You sighed, “Came from Capital Heights.”
A girl snickered behind you. You turned your head around to see a rouge-headed female sitting in a booth with an equally rouge-headed boy.
“Capital Heights. Just sounds like a pretty fancy place for some…”
She paused and looked up and down at your sweater layered with an old jacket your mom’s and some leggings. Old converse were splayed on your feet.
You ignored her comment, and turned to grab your milkshakes.
“See you at Riverdale High, C-Hoe” her smile hid something behind it, as her presumed brother smirked too.
You didn’t see her again until it was at the crime scene. Your father and sheriff Keller had to be on scene, so you got dragged into it. Cheryl stared at you when your father car pulled up, you stood nearby a tree, awaiting until your father allowed you to leave.
Her eyes were coated in thick mascara that ran down her cheeks. Her lipstick was smudged. She had a glint of something in her eyes, but all of the whirl around it you couldn’t decipher what it was.
Her grin was displayed on her face while you walked into math. Your hands absentmindedly curled around the sleeves of your jacket. You picked a seat where no one was, and set your books down. First day, new people. this was going to be shit.
“So…” Cheryl slid next to you, pulling her hair to one side. “Capital Heights girl, right? C-Hoe?”
People around snickered at the oh-so-polite nickname.
“what?” Cheryl bat her eyelashes, “My name’s Y/n” You grumbled.
“Ouch” She faked, “Seems like you have a grouch to your tone..You know..My brother and I saw you..Could you have taken vengeance on him?” Cheryl raised an eyebrow.
“I’ve been in this town for two weeks Cheryl. I haven’t talked to your brother before. So vengeance? No.”
You stopped talking to her and continued on while class started. The teacher started to drone on as you tried to avoid Cheryl’s eyes while peering around the room. You looked at all the math related posters on the wall, and overlooked some of your classmates. There were some jocks around with the blue and gold jackets. A raven haired boy caught you attention. He had a grey beanie on, slouched slightly. His face rested on the side of the desk as his eyes looked extremely weary.
“Hi. I’m Betty! Sorry I didn’t get to you this morning, It’s been pretty hectic around here.”
A blond, high ponytailed girl stood next to you.
“That’s fine.” You smiled, “I’m Y-”
“Y/n..yeah” She smiled.
“Yep..That’s me” You shuffled your feet awkwardly.
“Say…” Betty looked at you, ‘Would you want to go to Pop’s? It’s a diner not far away from here. Some of my friends’ll be there, it would be fun”
You could tell Betty felt guilty for not showing you around earlier.
“sure..could I meet you there? I just want to drop my stuff off and let my dad know”
After you exchanged your number with Betty, you dropped your bag off. You brushed your hair quickly, grabbing a warmer jean jacket to wear, and left a note for your dad so he could know where you were.
The walk to pops wasn’t too long, you listened to music as you went, bobbing your head slightly. Your hands were stuffed into the pockets of your jacket.
“Know she’s knew, but heck, V, you were new”
“Wheres she from?”
You stepped it the diner, a small bell dangling above your head signalling that you were there. Your eyes peered around for Betty. At first, you couldn’t see her over the fair amount of people around.
“Y/n! Over here” Betty waved you over as you slowly walked over to the booth.
There were four people in the booth, though it looked like they had moved to accommodate you.
Betty sat on the end of the booth, while a brunette with very arched eyebrows, and pearls around her neck, sat next to her. Next to the brunette sat a boy, with brown hair as well.
To the opposite of the booth sat the boy you had seen in your math class. His beanie was still adorned on his head, as was the same expression he had on earlier.
You sat, unsure if that was okay, next to the boy, awkwardly smiling.
“So…Guys..” Betty smiled, “This is Y/n” She gestured to you as you gave a little wave, “This is Veronica,” The Brunette girl next to Betty smiled, she was definitely brought up in a wealthy family.
“This is Kevin” She gestured to the boy next to Veronica, who gave a little wave.
“And this Is Jughead” She pointed to the boy next to you. He didn’t smiles but only responded to the acknowledgement by speaking.
“Oh yeah. Sorry. I always forget, he likes to add that”
Betty and Veronica started to talk again, while Kevin sat texted on his phone.
You looked over to the boy beside you, enjoying his second milkshake.
“Yep. Jughead Jones the third”
“Soo….I think I saw you in math today”
You nodded again, clearly he didn’t want to talk.
You tapped on the table awkwardly.
“You from Capital Heights?”
You looked over at the boy again.
“yeah..” Your eyes narrowed, “why?”
“dunno. Just seems odd that you arrived before Jason’s death”
“Oh god” You groaned, “please don’t tell me you think I did this. I didn’t even talk to the boy. Sure Cheryl’s a bitch, but aren’t we all?”
He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing about the subject.
“Okay well. I better go. I guess I’ll se you tomorrow Y/n”
Betty got up, gave you all a smiler, and left with Veronica. Kevin slid over to the end of the booth. “I better go too, nice meeting you Y/n”
Great. Now were left with this robot.
He taped on his laptop quickly, hiding it from your view.
“What are you working on?”
“Nothing. You know, you should probably go too. It’s getting late. See you in Math, Y/n”
Honestly “hegemonic power is great in my cyberpunk world” became inevitable when we stopped caring about “-punk” meaning anything.
Like I’m sorry but calling Girl Genius “steampunk” is ludicrous given that all its main characters are FUCKING ROYALTY. For example.
But this has happened across the board. A Solarpunk dude told me a while back that farmers markets proved “small capitalism” can work.
Nazi “-punk"s fuck off. If it’s not about on some level being mad as hell about capitalism, imperialism, &c, it’s just a costume party.
A broad definition of a nature faker was someone who ascribed human thoughts and emotions to animals, or exaggerated physical abilities to animals which they did not possess. Novels about animals (The Call of the Wild, White Fang, Black Beauty), were becoming extremely popular around 1900. In this genre animals were portrayed as not just having human emotions and human goals, but achieving extreme human ideals. This was nothing new (think
Aesop’s Fables), but soon journalists began writing papers and essays describing their experiences with animals in the wild, where they assigned human motives to the animals they claimed they watched.
This made other authors, like John Burroughs, very frustrated. John Burroughs, a strict naturalist, didn’t think that these novelists - and more especially these journalists - had a right to “take liberties with facts”. He called these essayists the “yellow journalists of the woods”. The anti-fakers were angry because they believed these nature fakers weren’t just making mistakes, they were purposely inventing facts to pass off as truths.
Around 1905 President Roosevelt, whose love of hunting and the outdoors was notorious, began to weigh in on the debate. He became fast friends with Burroughs and began to write his own articles to discredit the “nature fakers”. He described one story, purported by it’s author to be true, where a wolf leads two children through the woods and back to their home “in a spirit of thoughtful kindness” as preposterous, and scoffed at another story where a hunted fox left a bribe for the hunters.
Jack London and other popular authors of the time like Richard Harding Davis, Rudyard Kipling, Mrs. Humphrey Ward and Rex Beach came under fire for being “Canada fakers”. Arthur Stringer, a Canadian novelist, accused these authors of sentimentalizing and sensationalizing the Canadian wilderness and touting fiction as fact. He took issue with their descriptions of the Native Americans, the RCMP and the state of the law (most authors described Canada as being one huge wild west where witnessing vengeance shootings and vigilante justice were humdrum daily experiences for the average Canadian), the Hudson’s Bay company employees (depicted as wearing head to toe furs), the weather (“Jack London in his resolve to give us goose-flesh while dwelling on the awfulness of the Northern Cold - it must always be spelled with a capital C”, most authors depicted Canada was a barren frozen wasteland, while in real life these same locations were extremely lush or filled with wheat and barley fields as far as the eye could see), the geography (Mrs. Humphrey Ward had one scene where a character stood at Lake Superior and could see the St Lawrence river, although it’s roughly 895 km away), and, of course, the animals, especially sled dogs. Stringer said that these novelists would spend a couple weeks or possibly a month vacationing in Canada and came back believing they were experts on the country.
Jughead felt the cold air against his stomach as he stretched. It took him a moment to realize where he was - once he did, he looked at the empty space beside him.
He yawned, then sat up. Music was coming from downstairs. He scratched the back of his head and looked around for his beanie, swinging his legs off the bed. His beanie was nowhere to be seen. He groaned and padded out of the room, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
As he padded quietly down the stairs, he could he the music getting louder and louder.
What the hell was she listening to?
Jughead ran his fingers through his hair as he yawned again, his socked feet making no noise as he spotted Betty in the kitchen.
She was facing away from him, bunny slippers on her feet, blue cotton panties clinging to her, legs bare. Her hair was damp, leaving wet impressions on her white tank top. Jughead’s beanie was on her head.
She had a bowl under her arm and she was singing into a wooden spoon, batter dripping off the tip. There was coffee pouring slowly into the pot and bacon sizzling on the stove.
Betty swayed her hips along to the music. “-Just like animals…” She broke off to howl, tilting her head up towards the ceiling. “… baby, I’m preying on you tonight, hunt you down, eat you alive…” Betty continued, stirring the batter.
Jughead bit back a laugh, smiling to himself. He couldn’t help but notice her hair had soaked through the material of her tank top - it was obvious there wasn’t anything under her tank top, sending his mind racing.
She set the bowl on the counter and opened the cupboard above her and pulled out a bag of chocolate chips. She ripped open the bag and emptied half of it into the bowl.
The song changed to something Jughead recognized - one of his favorite songs, in fact.
“Bum-bum-bah-da-da,” Betty sang along.
“Start spreadin’ the news,” Jughead sang in a baritone voice. “I’m leavin’ today,” He continued.
Betty practically jumped out of her skin. “Jesus, shit, Jughead!”
He chuckled and waltzed into the room. “Sorry. You’re in a good mood for someone who wants to die.” He wiggled his eyebrows and walked past her, opening cupboard doors, looking for a coffee mug.
“I was going to bring you breakfast in bed,” Betty murmured, a smile playing on her lips. She reached past Jughead and grabbed two coffee mugs, her chest brushing his shoulder.
Jughead’s breath hitched as Betty grazed him. “Here,” She murmured, handing him a coffee mug.
Betty poured herself a mug of coffee, pouring milk and sugar into her cup before passing Jughead the coffee pot.
“You’re up pretty early.”
“I have trouble sleeping.” Betty murmured. “I can always fall asleep just fine, but I wake up a lot. I have bad dreams.”
“I sleep too much,” Jughead yawned. “Sleeping is the best part of my day.”
Betty smiled sadly at him as she poured the pancake batter into the skillet on the stove. She plated the bacon and took a bowl of fruit salad out of the fridge, telling Jughead to have a seat in the other room.
She set a plate with four pancakes in front of him a few minutes later and set her own plate on the table. Frank Sinatra was still playing loudly in the kitchen.
Jughead spooned fruit salad onto his plate with some bacon strips and drizzled syrup onto his pancake stack.
Betty watched him with a smile on her face as he cut into his pancakes with the side of his fork and shoved them in his mouth.
“What?” He said, covering his mouth as he chewed. “It’s really good.”
Betty smiled again. “I’m glad. I love cooking.”
“No one’s ever made me breakfast before,”Jughead murmured once he swallowed.
Betty took a sip of her coffee. “What?”
Jughead shrugged. “I mean, my mom poured cereal in a bowl for me or tossed me a banana when I was a kid, and I’ve ordered pancakes at Pop’s but nobody has ever made me a hot, delicious breakfast like this.” He shoved another bite in his mouth and washed it down with a swig of coffee.
“Oh…” Betty murmured. “Well, I’m glad you like it. Do you want more coffee?”
Jughead nodded. “I can get it though, finish your pancakes.” He pushed his chair back. “You want more? Milk and sugar, right?”
Betty nodded, cutting into her pancake and shoving it into her mouth. She finished as Jughead returned with their coffees.
“I’m going to want my hat back, by the way,” Jughead smirked.
Betty’s cheeks flushed with heat. “Oh my god,” She reached up, plucking the beanie off her head and dragging it down. “I forgot I was wearing it.” She placed it on the table between them. “I’m sorry.”
Jughead shook his head slowly. “It’s okay.” He smiled. “It looked good on you.”
Jughead padded into Betty’s room dressed in his clothes from yesterday. His hair was still wet, so his beanie was tucked under his elbow.
“Do you have a computer I could use?” He mumbled quietly.
Betty looked up from her journal. “Yeah, you can use my laptop.” She jutted her chin toward her desk. “Why, what’s up?”
“I just need to check on something,” Jughead murmured. He opened the laptop on her desk and clicked on the power button. “What’s your password?”
“Caramelkitten1, capital C.”
Jughead nodded, smiling as he typed in the password, then turned back to Betty. She was reading a Jodi Picoult book.
“Is it okay if I put music on? Will that disturb you?”
Betty smiled and shook her head. “No, go ahead.”
Jughead powered up YouTube and turned on a Manchester Orchestra song before he opened his email.
“I love this song,” Betty murmured.
“You do?” Jughead asked, his eyebrows knitting together. “What about that pop crap you were listening to in the kitchen?”
Betty shrugged. “I like everything. I have more songs of theirs in my iTunes library.” She gave him a small half smile.
Jughead nodded. He clicked through his emails before opening the one he was looking for.
What was with that voicemail you left me? I tried to call you back but I guess Dad didn’t pay the bill again.
School’s going OK. I hate my teacher this year but I’m taking the creative writing class like you suggested. I love it.
I wanted to tell you something a while ago, but I never worked up the courage to tell you on the phone. Writing it is easier, so here goes: Billy hit me. I showed Mom the bruise, and she kicked him out right away, but she didn’t want me to tell anyone. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I’m OK, but I thought you should know.
Email me soon, Jug, I love you.
Jughead didn’t realize tears were rolling down his face until Betty brushed one off his cheek.
“Are you okay?” She asked sadly. Her thumb brushed his jaw until his eyes focused on her. “Jughead?”
He nodded and bit his lip. “Can I be alone, please?” He murmured.
Betty nodded and stood up, faltering towards her door. “Hey, Jughead? You can talk to me if you need to.” She said quietly.
“Thanks,” He bit out.
She left him in the room as she padded down the hallway and sat on the top step of the staircase.
For a moment, it was silent. She couldn’t hear the typing of keys or music playing or even a creak in the floorboards. Then, suddenly, she heard Jughead scream. It was muffled, like he was screaming into a pillow, but it sent shivers down her spine.
Her eyes pricked, tears pooling.
“Fuck!” She heard Jughead scream from her bedroom.
Betty stood back up and paced back to her bedroom. Jughead was sitting on her bedroom floor, his knees tucked up to his chest. Sobs were wracking his body.
“Jughead?” Betty murmured quietly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Please talk to me.”
Jughead didn’t say anything, but his sobs seemed to subside. She sat down next to him and rubbed his back.
He looked up at her, his big blue eyes filled with tears. “I was supposed to protect her,” He choked out.
“My little sister,” He murmured. “I-I’m supposed to protect her, and I wasn’t there and I’m a fucking failure just like they said.” A fresh wave of tears rolled down his cheeks.
Jughead motioned toward Betty’s laptop, the page still open. She got up and quickly read through it. She turned, her face serious, and sat down next to Jughead once more.
“You didn’t know, Jughead. You can’t protect someone from something you don’t know is happening.”
Jughead shook his head. “She’s the only reason I’m still here and I let her down.”
“Shh,” Betty murmured. She placed her hand against his cheek and rubbed her thumb against his tears. “It’s not your fault.”
Jughead clutched Betty’s arm, his chin wavering. He collapsed against Betty’s body, curling himself into her tiny lap.
She could feel warm tears against her thighs, his body shaking with the immensity of his sadness. She leaned forward, wrapping her body as best she could around him, trying to hold him together.
“I’m sorry, Jughead, it’ll be okay,” She murmured. She found his hand and gathered it in her own. “It’ll be okay,” She repeated.
They stayed on the floor until Jughead’s tears subsided. Eventually, his breathing evened out and his chest started to rise and fall rhythmically.