Yall i just got an email from tumblr saying I interacted with accounts made by the IRA …… is this even real????
The internet is wild
Im literally imagining some government worker in russia logging onto tumblr.edu and thinking to themselves “better change my url to ‘black-galaxy-magic’ to stay young n hip and relevant with the youth of america”
sooooo let’s break it down then because the fact that tumblr sent this email is mega important
if yall haven’t been living under a rock for the last year and a half, you may have heard that trump won the election. and you may have also heard that trump was helped out by russia in a ton of ways. one of those ways was by the russian troll farm, the internet research agency (IRA). there were 84 accounts on tumblr spreading anti-hillary propaganda and general discontent, mainly targeting POC and “socially aware” youth. some of those accounts were HUGELY influential, “4mysquad” being one of the top ones with tons of followers and popular posts.
a lot of them started with relatively innocent, pro-POC posts to gain a following, before moving on to anti-police, anti-hillary, and general anti-establishment to create distrust in the only major-party candidate against trump. like I said, many of the accounts were hugely influential so their posts spread FAR. all that visibility led to increased voter apathy, meaning less voter turnout and fewer people voting against trump. and tumblr was silent on this after the official indictment of the IRA, until literally just yesterday.
so to sum up, the email you and a ton of other people got is saying that you were following and sharing posts from russian pro-trump propaganda blogs. i’d ask that you PLEASE reblog this, because it’s super important that everyone who got this email knows why they got it, knows what it means, and hopefully knows what they might be able to do better in the future
So I just got this email today… WTF?
hi! i would love to see you interpret the “ i haven’t showered in 4 days” prompt, much love xx
It had seemed like a good idea, simple enough to execute and over all a fairly fun task.
Babysit her twin niece and nephew during spring break while Alice and Polly went to some mother daughter repair retreat in Tulsa for the entire week. Seven days of cuddly babies and bedtime stories, the babies were so well behaved it was sure to be a breeze, not to mention the fact that Jughead had happily agreed to spend the week at her house to help out. She had been looking forward to it, excited even.
The first day had gone amazing, bottles were given, diapers were changed and the sight of her incredibly handsome boyfriend holding her nephew against his chest and blowing raspberries on his stomach was enough to have her pushing him down on her lilac sheets and ripping his clothes off of his body. There was something ridiculously sexy about Jughead with a baby and the thought of spending an entire week watching him snuggle them did funny things to her chest.
To say the second day had been… different, would be a drastic understatement. Something shifted In those babies something… demonic. They cried, they screamed, they wouldn’t eat, the peed all over Jughead and refused to sleep, ear piercing screams shaking the entire Cooper home. The first night Jughead had tumbled out of the bed, completely shaken, hair stuck up in every direction as he popped up from the ground
“What’s happening?!” He cupped his hands over his ears, eyes comically wide.
“I don’t know! They’re probably just fussy!” Betty practically sprinted to the nursery, Jughead stumbling behind her, each holding a baby in their arms, rocking for what felt like hours.
They were both exhausted, grumpy and anxious. The sour mood they shared was stale and they were snapping at each other, impatience and frustration building.
On day four The couple had taken to sleeping in the makeshift nursery, curled on the ground and squished together, Jugheads face pressed into the cribs bars as he watched the babies sleep peacefully at around two in the morning.
“How do they do that? How is that even possible?” He whispered, hand pressed against Betty’s thigh as she rolled an empty bottle across the room.
“Do what?” She yawned
“Just sleep, two minutes ago they were close to blowing their lungs out with all that screaming and now they’re just laying their sleeping and looking like something out of a Babies R Us magazine. I don’t get it.”
The beautiful blonde leaned against him, curling into his chest as he leaned back and tugged her closer into his body, burying his nose in her golden hair.
“Babies are a mystery Juggie, an exhaustingly beautiful mystery.”
Jughead nodded slowly, eyes slipping closed when Betty’s fingers began to run through his unruly raven locks.
“I never thanked you for doing this with me, there’s no way I could do this on my own. You’re a life saver Jug, so Thankyou.”
“Mmm” He hummed, half asleep as he mumbled “It’s just practice for the future.”
Betty’s eyebrows raised, a goofy tired smile lighting her features, sure he was pretty much asleep and probably had no idea what he was saying but still.. it made her heart swell and her stomach flip.
On the fifth day of playing mom and dad, Betty was in the baby food aisle of the super store, Junie giggling from her place in the stroller as Betty pulled funny faces and handed her her pacifier.
“Betty Cooper?”
Betty glanced up, Veronica Lodge was standing in front of her, hands on her hips and her appearance perfectly put together.
“Ronnie..” Betty smiled
“So now I see what’s had you so preoccupied this entire Spring break.. oh she’s beautiful!” Her best friend cooed, tweaking the babies nose. She turned to Betty lookin her up and down “You look….”
Betty grinned “I haven’t showered in four days.”
Veronica scrunched her nose “Oh Betty.. if you need help I can send over a nanny.. you shouldn’t have to be doing this all by yourself.. it’s really not…”
“ Betts? Does Dag like that organic formula or is that Junie?” Jughead came around the corner wearing one of those baby back packs around his front, Her nephew sitting on his chest. “Oh hey Ronnie.”
Veronica stared in surprise at the couple, eyes shifting from Jughead to Betty’s smiling face“I seee.”
“We’re doing just fine Ronnie but thanks for the offer.” She rolled the stroller over to Jughead and Veronica couldn’t help but chuckle at the picture those two painted.
“I can see that… I can definitely see that.” She smirked.
Willow Jones
Shes a summer baby, sapphire eyes that match her fathers and strawberry blonde curls that look especially cute in the little fountain ponytail Betty ties with lilac ribbons. She laughs almost non stop, an echoey giggle that lights up the room and fills her nursery, it matches her mothers infamous laugh, scrunched up button nose and shiny eyes. Fp Adores his first granddaughter, a tiny pink leather jacket hangs behind her rocking chair and the older Serpents take turns feeding the baby and rocking her to sleep in the crowded bar, shushing anyone who dares raise their voice above reasonable baby volumes. She doesn’t cry, never screams or throws things, just simply stares, a calculated bored look that Betty swears she gets from Jughead. She loves sweets like her mother and has an appetite like her father, cut up burgers from Pops in her high chair and spoons filled with vanilla milkshake smeared all over her smiling face.
There’s an undeniable connection between Jughead and Willow, a desperate kind of love that warms Betty’s heart. He’s protective, obsessively so and when he starts forcing everyone to put on the hand sanitizer he keeps on a chain hanging from his pocket before holding the baby Betty can’t help but laugh. She learns to walk earlier than any of the others babies and when she tumbles into Jugheads arms for the first time he doesn’t even try to wipe the tears of unparalleled pride that leak from his eyes. He makes up stories of princesses and peasants, some strikingly similar to the stories of their past, holds her in his arms as he whispers them late at night one arm swing around Betty and the other tucking Willow to his chest.
Alice comes over three times a week, piles and piles of baby clothes and toys pulled from the trunk of her mini van and carried in by Fp, she practically sprints to scoop up the little angel every time. Polly’s twins are older now and Alice never got the chance to see them grow, she refuses to miss this one. Veronica and Archie are Willows god parents and the raven haired Beauty fills her nursery with the most high tech baby monitoring devices and rents out a circus for Willows first birthday, Archie buys her her first football jersey for Super Bowl Sunday.
She’s raised by two parents who found ultimate love within each other, a real love, a pure love. Willow Jones has absolutely no idea what she’s in for.
Poppy Andrews
Olive skin and Bambi eyes, she’s loud, alarming so at times. She cry’s and laughs and sings and babbles, anything to get attention. Its impossible to figure out what she wants, Archie says she gets that from her mother but Veronica claims the indecision? Wanting to have it all? Well that’s all her father. She loves tugging on her mothers pearls and getting her tiny purple painted finger nails tangled in her mom’s raven locks, her dimples match her fathers and when it rains she can only be soothed by the soft strings of his guitar. She runs around Andrews construction site nearly everyday, a crooked orange hard hat hanging in her eyes as her father chases her through the piles of brick and machinery, she nearly gives him a heart attack when she stumbles into a pile of mulch or runs into the wheel of a tractor but she pops back up and continues the chase every time.
Hiram has a doll house built in the Andrews backyard for his only grandchild, it’s almost bigger than Archie’s childhood home and when he’s caught staring at it awestruck Hiram simply drops a hand to his son in laws shoulder, a satisfied smile on his lips. Betty is her god mother and she teaches Poppy how to bake and sews the buttons back on her winter coats, Veronica forces Betty to help her with the preschool bake sale and the two cry in each others arms when Willow and Poppy walk into school holding hands and declaring themselves best friends. Jughead and Archie carpool to dance class and fight over whether their daughters ballet slippers should be spray painted silver or gold for the recital.
Hermione Lodge And Mary Andrews rekindle the friendship they had in High school and soon enough they’re a grandmother duo scary enough to frighten even the scariest of PTA grandmas.
Archie and Veronica fought for the love they earned, affection comes in bundles as it always has and they’re beautiful daughter is a perfect example of what love really can create.
Theo Blossom-Topaz
Cheryl chooses to carry the baby, hours and hours of applications and photographs to find the perfect IVF partner. Toni is pickier than expected and Cheryl’s constant need for perfection make for a difficult process. Ultimately Toni makes the decision, a doctor from Tulsa with a bachelors in Art education, brown eyes that are strikingly similair to her own and a wife and four kids. Before long Theo Blossom Topaz comes screaming into the world with a shock of red hair and the softest skin either of the mothers have ever felt. Cheryl cries when they bring their son home for the first time, the bedroom painted a soft shade of snake scale green and Toni’s photographs of the couple lining the walls, gaps and empty frames left open for photos of the newest member of their tiny family. Theo is a happy baby, grabby and fun, he leaves sloppy kisses on everyone he meets and smears his mothers bright red lip stick with his pudgy fingers.
Toni brings her son everywhere, a baby backpack strapped to her front as she parades her son through the Southside, the picture of pride,leather jacket still snug on her back and a bottle strapped to her hip. Cheryl owns the Blossom Maple Syrup Enterprise and with the money she brings in Theo never wants for anything, Toni keeps him humbled on the Southside while Cheryl spoils the hell out of her son. Penelope Blossom is out of the picture and Toni’s never really had a family, Betty designates herself as the fill in grandma, Sweet Pea laughs and pulls on the blondes ponytail as he dubs himself “kickass uncle Pea.” Fangs just wants to hold the baby any chance he can get.
It hadn’t been easy, falling in love.. staying in love, but it had happened by the grace of god and staring down at their baby tucked away in the wooden crib, arms wrapped around each other, that really was all that mattered.
1. We would miss you. 2. It’s not worth the regret. Either by yourself if you failed or just simply left scars, or the regret everyone else feels by not doing enough to help you. 3. It does get better. Believe it or not it will eventually get better. Sometimes you have to go through the storm to get to the rainbow. 4. There’s so much you would miss out on doing. 5. There is always a reason to live. It might not be clear right now, but it is always there. 6. So many people care, and it would hurt them if you hurt yourself. 7. You ARE worth it. Don’t let anyone, especially yourself, tell you otherwise. 8. You are amazing. 9. A time will come, once you’ve battled the toughest times of your life and are in ease once again, where you will be so glad that you decided to keep on living. You will emerge stronger from this all, and won’t regret your choice to carry on with life. Because things always get better. 10. What about all the things you’ve always wanted to do? What about the things you’ve planned, but never got around to doing? You can’t do them when you’re dead. 11. I love you. Even if only one person loves you, that’s still a reason to stay alive. 12. You won’t be able to listen to music if you die. 13. Killing yourself is never worth it. You’ll hurt both yourself and all the people you care about. 14. There are so many people that would miss you, including me. 15. You’re preventing a future generation, YOUR KIDS, from even being born. 16. How do you think your family would feel? Would it improve their lives if you died? 17. You’re gorgeous, amazing, and to someone you are perfect. 18. Think about your favourite music artist, you’ll never hear their voice again… 19. You’ll never have the feeling of walking into a warm building on a cold day 20. Listening to incredibly loud music 21. Being alive is just really good. 22. Not being alive is really bad. 23. Finding your soulmate. 24. Red pandas 25. Going to diners at three in the morning. 26. Really soft pillows. 27. Eating pizza in New York City. 28. Proving people wrong with your success. 29. Watching the jerks that doubted you fail at life. 30. Seeing someone trip over a garbage can. 31. Being able to help other people. 32. Bonfires. 33. Sitting on rooftops. 34. Seeing every single country in the world. 35. Going on roadtrips. 36. You might win the lottery someday. 37. Listening to music on a record player. 38. Going to the top of the Eiffel Tower. 39. Taking really cool pictures. 40. Literally meeting thousands of new people. 41. Hearing crazy stories. 42. Telling crazy stories. 43. Eating ice cream on a hot day. 44. More Harry Potter books could come out, you never know. 45. Travelling to another planet someday. 46. Having an underwater house. 47. Randomly running into your hero on the street. 48. Having your own room at a fancy hotel. 49. Trampolines. 50. Think about your favourite movie, you’ll never watch it again. 51. Think about the feeling of laughing out loud in a public place because your best friend has just sent you an inside joke, 52. Your survival will make the world better, even if it’s for just one person or 20 or 100 or more. 53. People do care. 54. Treehouses 55. Hanging out with your soul mate in a treehouse 55. Snorting when you laugh and not caring who sees 56. I don’t even know you and I love you. 57. I don’t even know you and I care about you. 58. Because nobody is going to be like you ever, so embrace your uniqueness! 59. You won’t be here to experience the first cat world emperor. 60. WHAT ABOUT FOOD?! YOU’LL MISS CHOCOLATE AND ALL THE OTHER NOM THINGS! 61. Starbucks. 62. Hugs. 63. Stargazing. 64. You have a purpose, and it’s up to you to find out what it is. 65. You’ve changed somebody’s life. 66. Now you could change the world. 67. You will meet the person that’s perfect for you. 68. No matter how much or how little, you have your life ahead of you. 69. You have the chance to save somebody’s life. 70. If you end your life, you’re stopping yourself from achieving great things. 71. Making snow angels. 72. Making snowmen. 73. Snowball fights. 74. Life is what you make of it. 75. Everybody has a talent. 76. Laughing until you cry. 77. Having the ability to be sad means you have the ability to be happy. 78. The world would not be the same if you didn’t exist. 79. Its possible to turn frowns, upside down 80. Be yourself, don’t take anyone’s shit, and never let them take you alive. 81. Heroes are ordinary people who make themselves extraordinary. Be your own hero. 82. Being happy doesn’t mean that everything is perfect. It means that you’ve decided to look beyond the imperfections. 83. One day your smile will be real. 84. Having a really hot, relaxing bath after a stressful day. 85. Lying on grass and laughing at the clouds. 86. Getting completely smashed with your best friends. 87. Eating crazy food. 88. Staying up all night watching your favourite films with a loved one. 89. Sleeping in all day. 90. Creating something you’re proud of. 91. You can look back on yourself 70 years later and being proud you didn’t commit 92. Being able to meet your Internet friends. 93. Tea / Coffee / Hot Chocolate 94. Sherlock season three. 95. Cuddling under the stars. 96. Being stupid in public because you just can. 97. If you are reading this then you are alive! Is there any more reason to smile? 98. being able to hug that one person you havent seen in years 99. People care enough about you and your future to come up with 100 reasons for you not to do this. 100. But, the final and most important one is, just, being able to experience life. Because even if your life doesn’t seem so great right now, literally anything could happen
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if u see this please re blog. never scroll past this. you never know who may need to read this.
I will reblog this constantly for everyone to see it!This is importantant!💞
TRIGGER WARNING: Miscarriage
DISCLAIMER: I am not a doctor or anyone educated in the medical field. The symptoms regarding the miscarriage have been written with the help of information from medical websites. The facts may not be completely accurate and it is purely for the intention of a fictional story.
Ten Years Ago
Betty’s hands trembled as her mind registered the two lines on the little stick she held. No. No, no, no. This wasn’t supposed to happen. They’d been so careful. But all the pieces clicked. Missing her period, the morning nausea, and now, the test. She, Betty Cooper, age sixteen, was pregnant.
Her mind shifted to how her mother would react. While Alice Cooper was not a proponent of abstinence, she did believe in what she called the “Cooper Family Curse”. According to her somewhat flawed theory, all Cooper women had been cursed with teen pregnancies. And eerily, the theory had held for three generations. Betty’s grandmother, Alice, and Betty’s sister, Polly, had all been teen mothers. And now, it appeared to be Betty’s turn.
Betty looked at her reflection in the mirror in front of her. She was a mess. There were prominent dark bags under her eyes, her hair was a rat’s mess, and a dribble of vomit was stuck to her chin. Her hand mindlessly touched her abdomen in the spot where the baby would be.
Tears pooled into the corners of Betty’s eyes. How was she going to face the town? She would be mocked and laughed at. A silly sixteen-year-old girl who had gotten herself knocked up. And worse, the father was a Southside Serpent. The child would be a stigma.
And what would Jughead say? Poor, sweet Jughead who loved her more than anyone else. How was she going to break the news to him? How would he be able to deal with this on top of everything else going on?
Questions swirled in Betty’s head, like a tornado’s calamitous winds. A wave of nausea overcame her and she stumbled to the toilet, grabbing the bowl and retching bile. Her empty stomach hurt and her hair smelled. But she had to get to school. Flushing the toilet, Betty turned on the shower and stepped in.
It was going to be a long day.
I think someone else made one of these a while back, but I can’t find it anywhere. And we’ve had a lot of new buggies since. So here’s the Bughead fandom birthday list version 2.0. Just comment or reblog with your birthday, I’ll add it to some kinda list. 💕💕
Awww, that’s so sweet! Always thinking of the best stuff for the fandom.
So uhm, my birthday is the 17th of July :)
29th of August :)
21st August
April 9th
July 27th.
March 4th!!!
January 14th
reblog if ur mom is smart and beautiful
I scrolled passed then I felt guilty
My mom is my inspiration and I can’t emphasize enough how smart and beautiful she really is - she’s in some way or another the reason I’m getting an education, the reason I have a healthy relationship, and the reason that I have good self-control.
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Tessa and Scott enchanted me during Vancouver Olympic Games with their elegance, fluidity and chemistry. I’m so happy for their victory, they’re AMAZING!
Just realized yesterday I never posted this finished so here it is.
#bughead #Riverdale #bettycooper #jugheadjones @thecwriverdale #alexpeterson
Summary: Thanks to the truthful but bitter words of a personal essay, the poor and used to be innocent land of Riverdale is the most guarded and treacherous region of the world. Knowing such, a search has been commenced by Governor Clifford Blossom for the illusive and free spirited Jughead. But everything spirals out of control when undercover officer and leader of the Opposition Betty Cooper is at a loss for words, for she finally stumbles upon the mischievous runaway.
Warnings: None
A/N: Sorry this one took a long time to make too. I’m not really good at planning :/ And it wasn’t really the difficulty of writing this chapter, it’s just that I had a crap ton of swim meets to attend. Anyways, I hope you enjoy :)
“Take it easy,” I tried to assure Elizabeth in a steady voice, my hands slowly going up in fake defeat.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” Elizabeth replied, her voice just as smooth.
“Elizabeth-”
“You have no right to call me by name you…you scumbag,” she hesitated.
We stood in silence as Elizabeth’s heavy breathing became apparent, the crossbow still pointed straight at me.
“Are you going to shoot me?” I finally asked. “Because I will gladly pull the trigger for you.”
To my surprise, Elizabeth dropped her arm, uncocking her crossbow with a swift flick of her hand. “I finally found you!” She exclaimed, her sudden cross demeanor gone. “You don’t understand how relieved I am that you’re alive and well!”
I dropped my hands to my side. “What’s your deal? And yeah I wouldn’t really say I’m ‘well’ but I guess I’m holding up.” For all I know she could be trapping me.
She ignored my sarcasm. “I’m Elizabeth Cooper, but you can call me Betty.”
“Betty,” I repeated, her name sounding more fitting for her character now that I’ve said it. But despite that, I began to reach for my switchblade in my waistband, still doubting her swift mood change.
“Yes,” she assured. Betty squared her shoulders, attempting to look more professional. “Listen, I’m the leader of the Opposition and—”
“Hold your horses, Betty,” I cut her off as I held onto the leather handle of my not that strong but durable weapon. “What the hell is the Opposition?”
“Oh right. You have no idea what that is don’t you?”
“Uh no. Should I?”
“Well I guess you shouldn’t.” She scratched her arm and looked up. Clipping her crossbow to her belt, Betty began to climb a tree. “But I’ll give you the basic rundown before I have to leave.”
“Alright, blondie,” I replied, my eyebrow slightly raised and my legs settling into a crevice in the branches.
She glared at me and rolled her emerald green eyes. “The Opposition is a rebel group against Governor Clifford Blossom. It was created after your paper against the government went public. At first, a couple of people protested against Governor Blossom, stating that they took a stand with you. I was tempted to join them but my mother refused and kept me inside as much as possible. But as you know, those first protesters were–”
“Exiled?” I cut in, my voice wavering. “Yeah don’t remind me.”
The corner of Betty’s lip quivered ever so slightly, her eyes meeting mine again once more. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“But go on,” I persuaded.
Betty nodded. “By the time you left, Governor Blossom issued the search for you and the set the Writer’s Ban. Your absence upsetted those who followed you, including me”—her eyes dropped—”so I decided to take matters into my own hands.” She took a breath. “Thus the Opposition was born.”
I scratched my chin in consideration. “So,” I began. “You and some folks have been rallied up for a year and a half, latching onto my words to use as fuel against Governor Blossom?”
“Precisely,” Betty agreed.
“Huh,” I breathed as my hand left my switchblade. “That’s commitment, I’ll tell you that. But I’d never imagine that my words could’ve riled up so many people.”
“Practically all the Slums are on your side,” Betty assured, her eyes filled with concern. “All except some brainwashed ones.”
Riverdale works in a class system. This is how they’re ranked:
Sovereigns - Governor/Vice Governor
Tycoons - Entrepreneurs, the Rich
Wrights - Constructioneers, Engineers, Officers
Slums - Grave Diggers, Janitors, Caretakers, Maids, Food Servers, Headsmen and Serfs
Runaways - People who are considered “missing” from Riverdale, people who have escaped Riverdale and into the Otherlands
And it didn’t surprise me that most of the Slums were sided with me. They’re treated, well, exactly what their name says. Slums are treated to the lowest degree possible. They have the scummiest jobs known to Riverdale. Thankfully for me, I ran away when I was sixteen, two years before Vice Governor McCoy could assign me my permanent role in our little society of Riverdale. But anyways, they must’ve been inspired by the fact that a (former) Slum, aka me, had stood up against Governor Blossom, the worst thing someone of our kind can do. Right now, I’m simply put in the very small but still populated Runaway class.
“Oh,” was all I could come up with.
“Well at least you know the basics.” Betty dug the tip of her boot into the ground. “But I should get going now.”
“Uh yeah,” I mumbled as my head buzzed.
“Meet me here again and I’ll go into more detail ok?” She patiently waited for my response before taking a step away.
Without thinking I murmured “Uh yeah,” once more. After a few seconds had gone by, I realized Betty was gone.
The Opposition, eh? My words finally got to someone willing to make a statement. Thank goodness for that.
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I stayed hidden in the forest the whole night. I didn’t dare light a fire, not even so I could see. It would’ve been a waste anyways, as I was too busy in thought. I still couldn’t believe there were people, let alone a rebellion clinging onto the words I wrote. I never thought that that would’ve been possible. But somehow it got to a lot of people and they’ve all clearly reached their breaking point. But what does Betty expect of me? To join the Opposition? To lead them? I’d be nothing to them in terms of leadership. I couldn’t even lead my sister home on time from First School. As for joining them, well maybe I can manage that. But only time would tell.
I have no idea what to title this one. It’s also some weird, new trading card type of style? I don’t know. BUT HERE IT IS.
“How do I look?”
There you go. Featuring Pizza Socks.
Bughead.
I love this!!! I adore Betty’s dress (low-key wanna make it into an actual real dress haha)
y'all think i’m playing. 😢 look i even made an aesthetic to go with it…. @dreamersshouldknowbetter came up with idea of a nerve bughead au, so please someone anyone write it 💜💜😂😂
this would be amazing, someone pls do it 😍
PLEASE
y’all i will if u want lmao
omg yes do it ❤❤❤ @colisaphi
Fuck me
Betty Cooper does not swear.
Curse words and dirty language never seem to fall from her perfectly glossed lips, it’s not possible, an almost invisible barrier keeping the words tucked safely in the back of her mind. She gets angry of course, she has plenty to be angry about but still… she refrains. A twitch of her right eye or the stinging burn of her nails digging into her palms and then a smile, so understanding and restrained that it absolutely drives Jughead Jones insane.
Jughead Jones does swear.
God does he swear, language so foul it causes his girlfriends cherry red blush to spread from her cheeks all the way to her toes. It’s so natural for him, curses falling from his mouth like rain, words Betty would never dare to speak.
She’s a good girl, he knows that, he loves that. Her soft voice and collected manner have always been one of his favorite things about his beautiful blonde. She keeps her cool, holds it in, she won’t swear no matter how far she’s pushed, and god she’s pushed so far he can feel it in the tightness of her muscles late at night when he presses his palms to her back.
“You can let it out ya know? Just call Cheryl a bitch, tell her she’s being an asshole and that she can just go fuck herself.” She’s resting in between his legs, his chin on the top of her head and her nose buried in a book, he can smell the peaches and cream of her shampoo and see the tiny welts on her palms every time she flips the page.
Betty tilts her head up, her tired eyes catching his.
“What good would that do? I can scream and swear as much as I want. She’s not going to change.” She shifts against the worn down couch in the middle of his trailer and turns to lean against the side, her feet resting in his lap now as she reaches up to press a kiss to his lips slowly, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Plus… I have you to yell at her for me.” He nearly melts at the way her nose scrunches up adorably.
She’s right, he had flipped out in the cafeteria earlier today. The redheaded spawn dating Toni had called his girlfriend a dumpy troll and he had practically bit her head off, words he wasn’t proud of rolling off his tongue as he dragged Betty to the Blue and Gold office. If she wasn’t going to stoop as low as the red lipped demon he sure as hell was.
It’s a week later when he hears the closest thing to a swear slip from her lips. Betty is elbow deep in the engine of SweetPeas pick up truck, motor oil staining her cheek and the shortest pair of denim overalls showing off her long toned legs, His eyes are trained to those legs when he hears the word muffled under the hood.
“What the frick?”
He can’t help it when his head snaps up, the goofiest smile tipping his mouth. Had she just?
“What was that?”
Betty pulls away from the hood, wiping her hands on her thighs.
“His spark plugs are flooded. I’m gonna kill him.”
Jughead perks up, his hands moving to wrap around her waist, smile still on his lips as she stares at him in surprise her own smile forming.
“You just said fuck.” The dark haired boy whispers against her neck, nipping slightly and pulling her closer when she melts into his his embrace, her lips dangerously close to his ear.
“Sorry Juggie, I said Frick. Maybe next time.” She pulls away and turns to make her way over to Sweetpea, a swish to her hips as she glances over her shoulder.
It’s not that he needs her to swear, no of course not, she’s his girlfriend and if she feels uncomfortable swearing than the last thing he wants is to force her into it. It’s just…
She knows what she’s doing. It’s become sort of a game, the teasing and tricks. He just wants to hear one word fall from her lips, any word really. Asshole, jackass, damn, shit. He’ll take anything at this point. When she calls him over to help her drop the hood he shakes his head, it’s Betty Cooper they’re talking about, swear words are not in her vocabulary.
Homecoming had been chaotic, Archie and Veronica breaking up, Sweetpea accidentally setting fire to the sound system, Fangs and Kevin arguing with Toni and Cheryl. It was for sure a night to remember.
Betty was still in her baby blue homecoming dress, the silky material felt like heaven in his hands as he laid her down on her lilac sheets. Alice was doing Serpent business with his father and Chic was out doing whatever it is he does. The house was empty and the quiet breeze of the open window just made the moment that much more intimate. He kissed the green eyed cheerleader slowly, his fingers tangled in the fabric of her dress.
Betty didn’t want to go slow, her own hands ripping at the buttons of Jugheads matching blue button down, her body pressing into his as she gently tugged on his ink black waves.
“Juggie.” She moaned.
He looked up, panting and out of breath, she drove him wild, she was everything he ever wanted and so much more, just being close to her knocked the wind out of him.
“Yeah baby?”
He looked into her eyes, lust taking over and making the typically meadow green a dark hunter green she bit her lip and whispered.
“Fuck me.”
That was the very first time Jughead Jones heard Betty Cooper swear.
It most definitely was not the last time.
…..that night.
Summary: Thanks to the truthful but bitter words of a personal essay, the poor and used to be innocent land of Riverdale is the most guarded and treacherous region of the world. Knowing such, a search has been commenced by Governor Clifford Blossom for the illusive and free spirited Jughead. But everything spirals out of control when undercover officer and leader of the Opposition Betty Cooper is at a loss for words, for she finally stumbles upon the mischievous runaway.
Warnings: None
A/N: Sorry this one took a long time to make too. I'm not really good at planning :/ And it wasn't really the difficulty of writing this chapter, it's just that I had a crap ton of swim meets to attend. Anyways, I hope you enjoy :)
“Take it easy,” I tried to assure Elizabeth in a steady voice, my hands slowly going up in fake defeat.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” Elizabeth replied, her voice just as smooth.
“Elizabeth-”
“You have no right to call me by name you...you scumbag,” she hesitated.
We stood in silence as Elizabeth’s heavy breathing became apparent, the crossbow still pointed straight at me.
“Are you going to shoot me?” I finally asked. “Because I will gladly pull the trigger for you.”
To my surprise, Elizabeth dropped her arm, uncocking her crossbow with a swift flick of her hand. “I finally found you!” She exclaimed, her sudden cross demeanor gone. “You don't understand how relieved I am that you’re alive and well!”
I dropped my hands to my side. “What’s your deal? And yeah I wouldn't really say I'm ‘well’ but I guess I'm holding up.” For all I know she could be trapping me.
She ignored my sarcasm. “I'm Elizabeth Cooper, but you can call me Betty.”
“Betty,” I repeated, her name sounding more fitting for her character now that I've said it. But despite that, I began to reach for my switchblade in my waistband, still doubting her swift mood change.
“Yes,” she assured. Betty squared her shoulders, attempting to look more professional. “Listen, I'm the leader of the Opposition and---”
“Hold your horses, Betty,” I cut her off as I held onto the leather handle of my not that strong but durable weapon. “What the hell is the Opposition?”
“Oh right. You have no idea what that is don't you?”
“Uh no. Should I?”
“Well I guess you shouldn't.” She scratched her arm and looked up. Clipping her crossbow to her belt, Betty began to climb a tree. “But I’ll give you the basic rundown before I have to leave.”
“Alright, blondie,” I replied, my eyebrow slightly raised and my legs settling into a crevice in the branches.
She glared at me and rolled her emerald green eyes. “The Opposition is a rebel group against Governor Clifford Blossom. It was created after your paper against the government went public. At first, a couple of people protested against Governor Blossom, stating that they took a stand with you. I was tempted to join them but my mother refused and kept me inside as much as possible. But as you know, those first protesters were--”
“Exiled?” I cut in, my voice wavering. “Yeah don’t remind me.”
The corner of Betty’s lip quivered ever so slightly, her eyes meeting mine again once more. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“But go on,” I persuaded.
Betty nodded. “By the time you left, Governor Blossom issued the search for you and the set the Writer’s Ban. Your absence upsetted those who followed you, including me”—her eyes dropped—”so I decided to take matters into my own hands.” She took a breath. “Thus the Opposition was born.”
I scratched my chin in consideration. “So,” I began. “You and some folks have been rallied up for a year and a half, latching onto my words to use as fuel against Governor Blossom?”
“Precisely,” Betty agreed.
“Huh,” I breathed as my hand left my switchblade. “That’s commitment, I’ll tell you that. But I’d never imagine that my words could’ve riled up so many people.”
“Practically all the Slums are on your side,” Betty assured, her eyes filled with concern. “All except some brainwashed ones.”
Riverdale works in a class system. This is how they’re ranked:
Sovereigns - Governor/Vice Governor
Tycoons - Entrepreneurs, the Rich
Wrights - Constructioneers, Engineers, Officers
Slums - Grave Diggers, Janitors, Caretakers, Maids, Food Servers, Headsmen and Serfs
Runaways - People who are considered “missing” from Riverdale, people who have escaped Riverdale and into the Otherlands
And it didn’t surprise me that most of the Slums were sided with me. They’re treated, well, exactly what their name says. Slums are treated to the lowest degree possible. They have the scummiest jobs known to Riverdale. Thankfully for me, I ran away when I was sixteen, two years before Vice Governor McCoy could assign me my permanent role in our little society of Riverdale. But anyways, they must’ve been inspired by the fact that a (former) Slum, aka me, had stood up against Governor Blossom, the worst thing someone of our kind can do. Right now, I'm simply put in the very small but still populated Runaway class.
“Oh,” was all I could come up with.
“Well at least you know the basics.” Betty dug the tip of her boot into the ground. “But I should get going now.”
“Uh yeah,” I mumbled as my head buzzed.
“Meet me here again and I'll go into more detail ok?” She patiently waited for my response before taking a step away.
Without thinking I murmured “Uh yeah,” once more. After a few seconds had gone by, I realized Betty was gone.
The Opposition, eh? My words finally got to someone willing to make a statement. Thank goodness for that.
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I stayed hidden in the forest the whole night. I didn't dare light a fire, not even so I could see. It would've been a waste anyways, as I was too busy in thought. I still couldn't believe there were people, let alone a rebellion clinging onto the words I wrote. I never thought that that would've been possible. But somehow it got to a lot of people and they've all clearly reached their breaking point. But what does Betty expect of me? To join the Opposition? To lead them? I'd be nothing to them in terms of leadership. I couldn't even lead my sister home on time from First School. As for joining them, well maybe I can manage that. But only time would tell.
inspired by the wonderful @flwrpotts. i love your some things posts and i hope i do you justice with this one.
freshman year. cries in the school bathroom on the first day. wipes his tears and tells no one. wears his fathers dog tags. wishes he never walked out on them. knows every word to every red hot chili peppers song. discovers he’s really good at math. tallest kid in the freshmen class. meets fangs fogarty for the first time. hits him with a dodge ball. mom finds out she has lung cancer. pretends he doesn’t care but inside he’s screaming for help. gets black out drunk for the first time. fronts like he’s a womanizer, but in reality he’s never kissed a girl in his life. at least until toni rolls her eyes and plants one on him. holds his moms hand when they find out they can’t afford surgery or chemo. kicks a trash can over and cries on the side of the road. thinks the entire worlds out to get him. needs some sort of escape. pledges the serpents. likes the confidence the leather jacket gives him. feels like he’s on top of the world for a second or two. gets the serpent tattoo on his neck because he knows it’ll draw attention. tells his mom he loves her every chance he gets. drinks vanilla milkshakes at pops with her every tuesday. hates the north side with everything he’s got in him. walks to school everyday. talks back to teachers. watches his mom take her final breath and never forgets that moment. doesn’t sleep at all the few days after. gets put into the system. says fuck the system and starts to make his own way in the world. thinks emotions make you weak. becomes best friends with fogarty and topaz. looks at fp jones as some sort of father figure. won’t admit to his anger issues. hates his life.
sophomore year. finally buys his own harley. becomes a whole new kind of cocky. likes the fact that girls stop and stare. needs reading glasses but refuses to get them. swollen lips from all the girls he’s kissed. every one of them leaving him feeling some sort of empty. starts running errands for the serpents. sets the high score on mortal kombat. watches fp jones go to jail and the world around him fall to shit. made out with the principals daughter in spite of him. only responds in insults and sarcastic comments. highest grade in his algebra class. meets jughead jones for the first time. tells him he’s a pussy. steals from the grocery store sometimes. eats dinner with the fogarty family every sunday. thinks the red circle is the stupidest thing he’s ever seen. challenges archie andrews to a fight. leaves with a black eye and a smirk. just wants the world to be on his side for once. has a picture of him and his mom on his nightstand. spends 8 hours in jail. rarely smiles and when he does, it’s not genuine. feels some sort of satisfaction when he punches the shit out of jughead during the gauntlet. will back the serpents like no other. thrilled to get a decent education when he’s forced to transfer to riverdale high. doesn’t mind the uniforms. makes co-captain of the basketball team, despite reggie mantles protest. helps stand up for the south side at the hands of the lodge family. has a group chat with toni and fangs called “america’s favorite assholes.” secretly ships toni with the witch of a redhead. spends a lot of time in the very back booth at pops. read to kill a mockingbird and loved it. sneaks into concerts. skips school and sits by his moms grave on her one year. blames himself a lot more then he should.
junior year. finds an unlikely friend in veronica lodge. sings his favorite songs at full volume every chance he gets. thinks of himself as a modern danny zuko. has a screaming match with fangs little sister. she won. gets another tattoo. it’s his moms birthday in roman numerals. thinks maybe if he tried hard enough he could get into college. ditches the idea soon after. steals a stop sign for the hell of it. hangs it right above his bed. gets invited to church by the girl who sits next to him in us history. rolls his eyes but goes anyway. makes a jacking off hand motion anytime principal weatherbee walks by. doesn’t understand relationships and wonders why the fuck church girl has a pretty smile and why he wants to spend all his time with her. flips off archie andrews every chance he gets. prefers whiskey over anything. still runs serpent errands. made out with a river vixen, wished it was church girl. owns too many flannels to count. scares the shit out of freshmen with fangs because they think it’s hilarious. wears his serpent jacket with pride. bursts into a fit of rage and sadness when he see’s his dad in walmart in greendale. makes a vow to be a better man than his old man ever was. thinks he’s not good enough for church girl. she insists he is as she traces patterns into his naked back. works part time at a motorcycle shop. smiles for the first time in a while and means it. always keeps a watchful eye over toni even though he knows she’s perfectly capable of handling her own. still can’t shake the feeling that the worlds against him.
senior year. throws his dads dog tags into sweet water river. finally feels at peace with it. has the most kick ass work ethic anyone has ever seen. still hold the highest mortal kombat score. teaches church girl how to play pool. smirks when jughead refers to him as a wildcard. finally sees the chili peppers live. is his best friends biggest fan. fights hard, loves harder. still wears all black. runs into the wyrm as fast as he could when he finds out he got accepted into college. thanks cheryl for making his best friend happy. comes up with the senior prank. smells like cigarettes and mint. slow dances in church girls living room to put your head on my shoulder by paul anka. finally seeks help for his anger issues. makes time for the original three. has this warm kind of feeling inside of him. like the weight he’s been carrying on his shoulders is slowly but surely being lifted off of him. smacks the shit out of nick st. clair when he shows up at a town event. gets glasses. tells church girl he loves her. wholeheartedly thinks he could make something of himself. still carries a switch blade with him everywhere he goes. walks into pops with a newfound and completely genuine confidence. starts to live up to his nickname. leans against the pool table at the wyrm and nods his head along to the familiar rock songs. sits and talks to his mom grave at least once a month. wants to join the military. looks at church girl and sees his future. thanks the serpents for everything. carves his initials into the wall of the wyrm. looks in the mirror and sees someone he’s proud of. tells life to bring it on.
VOTE FOR BUGHEAD NOW
