#status keeper of Riverdale

[jhsharman]

a few years before Brigitte

I myself find this story amusing -- somewhat a last gasp before a kind of antiseptic quality swept aside such mean-spiritedness, but I assumed they just shelved it for reprinting purposes. But lo and behold -- there it is. And I have to suggest this is a "either reprint it or don't.". The changes for sensitivity reasons and to get away from flimsy politics are more insulting due to its new incoherence.

We begin by finangling with the time-span. There are not a lot of school dances in the Summertime. Certainly not two weeks before the school year.

Betty's suggestion is a little weird and runs a little counter to a later (as too current at the time) emphasis of Veronica with "business smarts", but I guess Veronica does have the right reaction.

And then comes -- a full sized model. Reaction shots shift.

No "Eep" allowed. Now the problem Veronica has is not that a fatty is wearing her old stuff but that... Actually I don't understand what her new problem is.

And again -- "Perfect figure". Or --

Tommy Hilfiger's plus sized collection?

So Veronica closes the store down. Even though, in this new iteration things should be easily solved by Veronica doing some inventory control.

[sweetfogarty]

In the Pursuit of Justice || Chapter One

Summary: After taking theatre classes after school for months, Midge Klump is delighted to be cast, albeit by a technical default, as Carrie White in the Riverdale High production of Carrie: The Musical. On debut night, Midge is murdered in cold blood and a witch hunt ensues to find the killer and bring him to justice. Fangs Fogarty finds himself in the crosshairs of this witch hunt, which culminates in him being arrested and charged as Midge’s killer.

Robin Allard, a public defender, is assigned to his case and together they fight the uphill battle to try and prove his innocence in court, finding skeletons in each other’s closets along the way. Robin may believe that Fangs is innocent, but will 12 jurors think the same? And will Fangs Fogarty be found guilty or not guilty of the murder of Midge Klump?

Rating: Mature

Word count: 9.2K

Chapter warnings: Violence, reference to character death, blood (minor), systemic racism, anxiety.

MASTERLIST 

Fangs ambled out of Riverdale High, carrying his scripts and twirling the keys to his motorcycle around his finger as he eyed the bike which was sitting alone in the darkened school car park, the well-maintained body catching the light slightly.

Under a streetlight a few meters from the double doors of the school stood Midge Klump on the phone, wrapping her leather jacket a little tighter as a particularly cold gust of wind sent a chill up her spine and raised goose bumps on her bare legs. She looked tiny stood by herself, her petite frame illuminated by the light, but otherwise surrounded by the eerie darkness of the Riverdale night.

“Okay Moose, don’t worry, I’ll find another way home- tell Huxley I hope he feels better soon,” Midge spoke sweetly, her smile faltering as her gaze dropped to her shoes. “Love you too, bye.”

Fangs quirked an eyebrow from over at his bike as he watched Midge sit on the steps outside the school, twiddling her thumbs as a deep sigh rumbled from her chest. He fiddled with his helmet, pausing to look between the bike and Midge. She’d left rehearsals with everyone 25 minutes ago whilst Kevin left Fangs to pack away, so it was odd for her to still be here, especially as Moose was usually her ride home.

Normally, Fangs would be on his bike and on his way home by now, weaving through the streets of Riverdale without a care, heading home to Sunnyside and his Mum, and then maybe later he’d go to the Wyrm with Sweet Pea, Toni and Jughead for a game of pool and some drinks. But something about Midge sat by herself under the streetlights in the dark had him hesitating, especially when there was a serial killer on the loose. She would be the ideal target- a petite, dainty girl sitting by herself in the dark with no one around to help her.

She’d already been through it once before, when the Black Hood had come out of nowhere and attacked her whilst she was with Moose, shooting point-blank into the car they were cozied up in, with a murderous look in his eyes. They’d both survived, but part of their innocence was lost that day. Fangs didn’t want to be the reason that she became another addition the the death toll.

He slung his helmet over his handle and approached Midge, not quite sure what he would say to her, but hoping that he could be useful.

“Hey, Midge,” he started, drawing her attention from her phone. A sweet and friendly smile enveloped her face, making him more at ease almost instantly as he realised she wasn’t worried by him approaching her in the dark. His Serpent status had a habit of hindering his attempts to be kind, but Midge’s non-judgmental attitude had him feeing relaxed and somewhat appreciated. “What’re you still doing here? I thought you would be home by now.”

Midge let out a breath of a laugh, stuffing her phone into her back pocket as she looked up at Fangs, taking him in. “Moose is at Riverdale General with Huxley, apparently he landed funny after a tackle and hurt his back pretty bad so he’s getting an x-ray. Moose was my ride home and my parents aren’t picking up their phones. I’d usually walk but we finished late today and it’s dark- I don’t really like walking in the dark by myself after… you know.”

Midge shifted uncomfortably, knitting her fingers together in her lap, as she momentarily flashed back to looking into the barrel of the Black Hood’s gun. She didn’t need to explain what she was referencing, alluding to it was enough. It had been the talk of the school for the time she was off recovering, but it was an unspoken rule to not discuss it unless Midge instigated the conversation explicitly. For a while she’d experienced survivor’s guilt- Moose had taken all the bullets for her and she’d miraculously come out unscathed, and as much as she put on a brave face for her friends, she often felt like the walls were closing in on her. Nightmares were frequent and flashbacks inevitable.

“I would offer you a ride, but I’ve only got one helmet,” Fangs tried to break the tension, motioning behind him towards his bike that still sat lonely in the far corner of the carpark. “But I can walk with you if you want, so that you’re not alone?”

Midge hesitated, looking between the Serpent and his ride. “What about your bike?”

“I’ll come back and get it after, or I’ll make Sweet Pea give me a ride in tomorrow.”

Midge laughed shyly, grabbing her bag from next to her and slinging it over her shoulder before extending her hand out to Fangs from the step she was sat on. “Okay, sure. Give me a hand to get up, will you?”

The start of the walk home was quiet as the pair wandered the Northside streets of Riverdale. Fangs had been to the Northside before plenty of times, but he’d never stopped to look at his surroundings in so much detail. This walk really hit home for him the privileged lives that Northsiders lived, compared to what the Southsiders had. Here, the roads were quiet, there were no blinking and broken streetlights, there was no litter on the floor, hedges and lawns were trimmed, the houses were immaculately painted. Everything was perfect. The Northside represented the picturesque neighbourhood that any family would want to raise their children in.

The Southside, by comparison, could not have been more different. Buildings were left baron or filled with squatters, the town was decorated with graffiti of every variety on every street, the drug trade was no secret and there were more trailers than houses on that side of town.

Fangs wondered how his life might have been different if he’d been born into some kind of privilege.

Living on the Southside had its perks and although he made the best of the situation, there was no denying that it had its drawbacks at times. People took double looks at him as he walked around clad in leather, shop keepers watched him extra carefully when he went to get milk for his Mum, he had to work twice as hard as Northsiders he knew he was better than to equal them because people constantly doubted him.

Northsiders looked down on the Southside. But in spite of that privilege they had, there was nothing the kids of the Northside loved more than having fun with Southside culture. They’d attend drag races, stroll into Southside bars, graffiti Southside territory, having their fun and then never accepting the consequences that befell normal Southsiders. Northsiders were loud in their laughter, but silent in the Southside suffering.

All except Midge.

Fangs and Midge rounded a corner, walking past the Sheriff’s Station, the tall building imposing an eerie shadow over the already darkened path.

“How are you finding your new role?” Fangs asked, casting a glance her way as her face scrunched up even at the thought of Carrie.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m so excited to be Carrie- it feels like all my hard work has paid off. I just feel really behind the rest of the cast and I don’t want to let anyone down,” she replied, looking up at Fangs briefly before dropping her gaze to the floor. “I’ve been trying to run lines, but Moose is busy with football between rehearsals, so I’ve just been trying to get through the rehearsals without looking like a total flop.” Midge gave Fangs a short shrug, pulling up her backpack that had slipped down her shoulder a bit.

“I’ve got the spare time to run lines with you, if you’d like?”

Midge let out a loud bark of laughter, looking up at Fangs with a smile that met her eyes and lit up her whole face. “First you walk me home, and now you’re offering to run lines with me- some would say you’re trying to court me, Mr Fogarty.”

Fangs’ face dropped into an expression of worry, his brows immediately knitted together and eyes widened, only causing Midge to double over as an even louder roll of laughter roared out of her.

“Oh my god, you should see your face,” she started, barely catching a breath as she clutched her sides, tears of glee prickling her eyes. “I was only joking, I know you’re gay. I was gonna set Kevin up with you actually.”

Fangs’ attention snapped towards Midge, his eyes wider now than they were before, making his forehead crease slightly. “Uh, I’m not actually fully gay- I just like who I like, whatever gender they may be,” he bumped shoulders with Midge, shaking his head. “And after that ‘courting’ shit, I retract my earlier offer. You can keep practicing by yourself now.”

“No, please, I’d really appreciate the help,” Midge tried to stifle her laughter, a lopsided smile settling on her face instead. “Wow, and to think I thought you were gay all this time. You’re a lady-killer too.”

Fangs rolled his eyes playfully, shaking his head as an inkling of a smile quirked the ends of his lips. “You need to stop talking before I leave you to walk the rest of the way by yourself.”

Midge feigned offence in response, placing her hand over her heart and dropping her mouth open before her signature grin settled back on her face. “I’d actually be offended if we weren’t literally four houses away from mine. Thanks for walking me home Fangs, it means a lot. I’d really like to run lines with you if you were seriously offering?”

“Yeah totally, Tuesdays and Thursdays after school work for me, we can do either day or both if you want.”

The pair came to a steady stop outside of Midge’s house. It was exactly what he thought it would be- picture perfect and quaint. There were no cars on the driveway and all the lights were off aside from the porch light. A ginger cat sat expectantly on her porch step, meowing as it set eyes on Midge. Fangs scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Tuesdays and Thursdays sounds perfect. Thank you again Fangs, I’ll see you tomorrow!” Midge fished for her keys in her pocket and waved as she set off up the driveway towards the cat, who meowed even louder as she approached, a loud purr rumbling through it as it brushed up against her leg.

“See you then Midge,” Fangs waved her off, waiting until she was safely inside before he set off back towards Riverdale High to grab his bike.

Part of him felt excited to spend more time with the Vixen tomorrow running lines. It was an odd sensation to be excited about being around a Northsider after years of associating them with being the enemy, but Midge was nothing like an enemy to him and he found himself forcing away a small, content smile as he thought about their future rehearsals.

----

The Sheriff’s Station is a cornerstone of Riverdale.

The red-bricked monster sits on the corner of the town’s main crossroad and stands as a reminder that the rule of law will be enforced; that is, that no man is ever above the law. For some residents it is a beacon of safety and of justice, a symbol of protection for them in a town that as of recent had been plagued by nothing but darkness. And for the other half of the town it is nothing short of a nightmare which has taken the form of an institution. They do not view it as a sign of protection, but as the hunting ground for a police force that has done nothing but terrorise their kind for generations.

One year ago, the Sheriff’s Station was quieter. The town was quieter. The only people frequenting the Station were the police staff and the public attorneys – arrests were infrequent, usually only being made up of speeding charges and public disturbances. But over the last year Riverdale had descended into a chaos of sorts. Gang violence had increased, drug use had spread across both sides of the tracks and a murderous venom had seeped into every vein of the town; starting with the death of high school football star Jason Blossom and culminating in the murder of River Vixen, Midge Klump.

The Station was built in 1939 and in all its years it had never been as overwhelmed as it had been over the those few months.

Midge Klump was a town sweetheart who met an untimely fate. Compassionate and youthful, she had been cast as Carrie White in Riverdale High’s production of Carrie: The Musical and was making her debut when she was found murdered in cold blood. Her death became symbolic in Riverdale; enough was enough. The town didn’t want to have to worry about the safety of their kids anymore.

After the initial plume of dust settled, a witch hunt began to find killer and bring him or her to justice. The town was ruthless, working alongside the police to leave no stone unturned. As the hunt continued, the crosshairs closed in on Midge’s classmate, Fangs Fogarty, and the Sheriff pulled the trigger with no remorse, arresting him on school grounds and dragging him into the Station by the scruff of his collar with no intention of letting him leave.

Across the road from the Station, public defender Robin Allard threw her car into a parking space, gathering her folders into both of her arms before shutting the passenger seat with her hip. She’d received a call from the reception clerk that an unrepresented teenager had been taken into custody and was in interview with Riverdale’s Sheriff, Michael Minetta. Minetta was new and so Robin hadn’t had the chance to personally meet him yet, but from what she’d heard from Sierra McCoy, a legal acquaintance within Riverdale, he was ruthless. 

It was Robin’s job to protect Fangs Fogarty from the merciless swing of the Prosecution’s scythe and so it was of paramount importance that she got to her client as soon as possible to enforce his constitutional rights and to make sure that he didn’t seal his own fate before she even got a chance to help him.

“Where is he?” Robin boomed as she burst through the looming double doors of the Station, startling the receptionist who had been tapping away absentmindedly with her pen on the desk. Robin heaved a heavy sigh as she dropped her folders onto the reception desk, waiting for a reply from the brunette before she noticed her confused expression. “Come on Gwen, you rang me 40 minutes ago. Where’s my new client, Fogarty?”

Gwen’s face lit up in realisation as she turned to her keyboard and mumbled a quiet ahh yes, typing frantically and opening a few folders on the screen. “He’s down the hall with Sheriff Minetta, but I’ve got to sign you in before you can see him.”

Robin’s heels tapped a staccato rhythm as she waited impatiently for the police clerk to sign her in as a visitor to the station. She knew that her client was in danger every second longer this simple administrative task took and she was growing increasingly frustrated with the delay. Nothing ever seemed simple in Riverdale in all the years she’d worked there and despite all the town’s recent murders, the station was still as slow as ever at these mundane tasks.

All the while this was taking place, Fangs Fogarty was barely managing to keep his head above water in the interview room. The Sheriff had been waiting for an excuse to bring him in for questioning, and possession of a bladed article on school property was the perfect excuse. An excuse which also further implicated him in Midge Klump’s murder.

“You were in Midge Klump’s dressing room doing what exactly?” Sheriff Minetta asked, his voice tearing through the room and bouncing off the walls like broken glass, trapping the high schooler who sat opposite him. This was his territory and he wasn’t going to let Fogarty out of that room until he had what he wanted from him. Minetta stood at the end of the table, his hands splay against the wood, looking down at his suspect with venomous eyes, willing him to give in and confess.

“We were just talking,” Fangs choked out in response. He knew he was being cornered and he had no idea how to get himself out of this situation. He felt like he was drowning in this interview room and that the Sheriff was taunting him with a life raft. “I didn’t kill her!”

Minetta sensed blood in the water and his lips quirked into an evil smile as he realised that this was his chance to finally pin Fogarty down and make him squirm. “Didn’t you? With this knife you had on your person?”

Robin stormed down the hallway, hoping that she wasn’t too late. She’d rushed to the station as quickly as she could when she heard that she had a new client who was currently in interview with the town’s Sheriff, but she didn’t know if they had already managed to extract a confession from him. Down the hall she could hear Minetta’s raised voice and so she began to run towards his interview room as fast as her heels would allow her.

Robin grabbed the handle in desperation and without knocking threw the door open. “Don’t say another word,” she instructed sharply at Fangs, giving him a small nod of encouragement before turning her attention swiftly to the Sheriff. “I’ll be representing Mr Fogarty from here on out and I’d appreciate it if you stopped harassing my client.”

A tide of relief washed over Fangs and he felt all the colour flood back into his face. His eyes flickered between the two other figures in the room who seemed to be staring each other down in a display of authority. Sheriff Minetta stood half a foot taller than Robin, but her attitude more than made up for that in this situation.

Minetta tore his eyes away from Robin and he looked towards Fangs, his eyebrows settling angrily on his face as he prepared to leave. “You don’t know how lucky you are, this conversation is not finished.”

Robin took a step to the left, stopping Minetta in his tracks as he let out a deep sigh and bit his tongue. “I don’t know who you’ve been dealing with before now Sheriff Minetta, but you will not talk to my client under any circumstances if I’m not present, or I will report you for violating Mr Fogarty’s Sixth Amendment right to assistance of counsel. I hope I’ve made myself clear.”

Robin set her folders on the desk Fangs was sat at, huffing as she did so, quickly shutting the door behind the Sheriff once he’d left. She straightened her dress out, fanning herself to alleviate the sweat from her frantic journey to this very room from her flat one town over. She took a seat across from Fangs and sent him an empathetic smile. He looked dishevelled. Being arrested on school premises is something that would be enough to rattle any student at Riverdale High and even more so when the whole town was looking to hammer the nails in his coffin and had already branded him a murderer.

“Now we don’t have much time, but are you okay?” Robin asked, scribbling a few words on her battered notepad. “It seems Minetta really sprung this situation on you, huh?”

Fangs let out a shallow breath of a laugh, the first laugh he’d had in the four days since Midge had been killed. Those four days had taken him to rock bottom. He was used to looking over his shoulder, but an entire town denouncing him as a killer had him using every energy reserve in his body to keep himself from crumbling. “I’m as okay as an accused murder can be, I guess.”

“Good. What did you tell Sheriff Minetta?” Robin had no intention of concerning herself with small talk beyond checking that he was okay. It was in times like this where she knew clients could really use an offer of compassion even as small as asking about their mental state, but she was acutely aware that they were working on borrowed time.

“That I didn’t kill her.” Fangs searched Robin’s face for a hint of anything to reaffirm that he’d done the right thing, and the way that relief washed over her alleviated the constricting sensation that was tightening around his throat.

Robin gave him a small nod with a smile, muttering a ‘good’ as she sat back in her seat. “That’s great, I was worried that he would have managed to crack you before I got here. Good job Mr Fogarty-“

“Fangs. You can call me Fangs,” he interrupted, a sincere smile creeping onto his worn and tired face. His smile looked out of place on a face that looked like his did; gaunt and tired.  

“Okay, Fangs,” Robin emphasised, shaking her head slightly with a small grin. “I’m Robin Allard. I’m your publicly appointed defence attorney because you currently don’t have any other representation. Obviously, you’re more than entitled to seek alternative legal representation, in which case they will be your acting attorney in my place, or if for some reason you can’t or don’t want another attorney, I’ll act for you whilst this situation continues.”

Fangs sent Robin a confused look, leaning forward into the table. “Are you serious? After what you just did to Minetta after not even meeting me? I’m sticking with you.”

Robin gave Fangs a curt nod as a breathy laugh escaped her, scribbling in messy cursive in her notepad.

Upon her arrival into the station, Gwen had given Robin a copy of Fangs’ arrest report. Her eyes scanned over it quickly as she picked out all the key parts of information. She shook her head as she read over it, realising what Minetta’s game was- he had no reason to arrest Fangs for questioning about Midge’s death, so he’d had to find something else to use as his excuse for hauling him in.

“In terms of why you’ve been arrested, that’s for carrying a bladed weapon on school premises. The Sheriff has 24 hours maximum to hold you from the time you were processed here, so he has to release you by 9:43am tomorrow at the latest. Riverdale laws prohibit people carrying knives with a blade of four inches or more so provided yours had a blade of less than four inches, you should be released with a caution,” Fangs nodded along eagerly to Robin’s digest of his report and her knowledge on the law at hand. He was trying to make a mental note of everything she was saying in case he needed to quote her against the police staff later. “Have you had your phone call yet?”

Fangs shook his head, fiddling with his rings nervously. “No not yet, I asked for it but they said later.”

“Okay well when you go back to your cell, I’ll ask them to give you your phone call. My advice is to call your family. You don’t need to waste it on sorting anything legal, that’s my job, so call your family and let them know you’re fine. And when you get released you call me, okay? I’ll leave my contact details for you at reception, we’ll arrange a meeting once you’re released,” Robin’s head snapped to the door when there was a knock. “Look our time is up because this wasn’t a prior arranged meeting between us, but call your family now, call me when you get out and keep your head down okay? Until they find another suspect you’re still top of the list.”

Fangs and Robin stood as Sheriff Minetta re-entered the room ready to escort the teen back into his cell. Fangs could feel his heart in his throat as it dawned on him that he was about to be alone again and a nervous sweat began to break out all over his body.

“Before you put him back in the cell, he hasn’t had his phone call. He’s entitled to it within the next-“ Robin stopped to check her watch. “35 minutes, so now’s probably a good time before you put him away again and then have to get him back out.”

Sheriff Minetta huffed and shook his head, stopping and turning Fangs towards the telephone sitting lonely on a bare wall. “Go on then, Fogarty, you can take your phone call now.”

Fangs practically lurched at the beacon of hope that was the station telephone. His mind went blank for a few moments before his Mum’s number flooded into his brain and he frantically pressed the buttons, whispering repeated come on’s as it rang. After what seemed like a lifetime, the line picked up and his Mum’s voice rang through the receiver with an overwhelming cast of concern.

“Mum?” Fangs spoke, his voice catching in his throat as he realised the severity of the situation he was in. “I know Jughead’s probably told you everything and I’m okay. But this situation? It’s bad...”

----

It had been 16 hours since Fangs has been arrested and he was finally being released, although his release wasn’t quite what he’d hoped it would be.

He and his fellow Serpents were trapped in the Sheriff’s Office, surrounded by protesters who were out for blood and wanted to tear Fangs limb from limb. Fangs stood by himself by the telephone, his hands shaking as a deep dread settled into the pit of his stomach and he realised the likelihood of him getting out of this building alive was slipping away. Around him the Serpents were frantically trying to figure out a way to get out, but all he could hear was a high-pitched ringing sound in his ears.

“We can’t take Fangs out the front, we have to take the side entrance,” Jughead spoke frenziedly at Sheriff Minetta as he approached, rattled by the angry mob outside. The beanie-clad Jones had never imagined he’d find himself in a situation remotely like this and he hoped the town’s Sheriff would be able to give him some reassurance.

“Crowd’s out there too- pick your poison Serpent,” Minetta replied nonchalantly, a shrug rolling easily off of his shoulders. Minetta didn’t care about the Serpents- when they got out of his station, they were no longer his problem and the quicker they were gone, the better. Jughead had been naive to think Minetta would help them, even accidentally.

Silence enveloped the room, making the sounds of the angry crowd seem even more ferocious now that they could all really hear them. The jeering, shouting, banging on the windows- it filled them all with fear for their lives.

Sweet Pea became particularly unsettled, ringing his hands together as nerves took over his body. “What do we do man?” he questioned, voice low and full of dread.

As if at once, Fangs’ attention snapped back to reality and there was only one thing on his mind that escaped his lips before he even had the chance to register what he was saying. “I don’t wanna die,” he fretted, his voice breaking.

His words made the Serpents’ hearts sink. Jughead closed his eyes in a moment of composure before he turned back around to the group who were relying on him for guidance. He knew he had to put on a brave face for them right now, even if he didn’t know what to do. He could have never imagined that this could ever happen in Riverdale, especially to his friends.

“Hey, you’re not going to. Look at me, okay?” he clasped Fangs’ face as he spoke, noticing how his eyes were full of tears and how he was trying desperately to swallow back any chance that he was going to cry. Fangs gave him a shallow nod and a whimper, knowing that his life was in the hands of his friends. Jughead moved his left hand, settling it on Sweet Pea’s shoulder to bring the group into a close circle of trust. “We stand together so that none of us falls. In unity there is strength.”

The group pulled together, their hands splay over each other’s backs as their heads touched as a symbol of togetherness. That may well be their last moment as a group of four, and so they needed to make it count and to make it something to remember. This was what it meant to be a Serpent. It was their last stand. “In unity there is strength!”

The small group of Serpents banded together, forming a protective shield around Fangs. In that moment, they were willing to give their lives for him. It was them against the world.

As the Station doors burst open the pack of Serpents surged forward, shoulder to shoulder, pushing their way through the crowds of angry townsfolk. Older Serpents joined the younger members at the front, elbowing and pushing people out the way to make room for their convoy.  There were people everywhere, angry fists and picket signs being forced into the air in protest of Fangs’ release. People spat. Booed. Hurled insults like murderer, Vixen Killer, dead man. Fangs Fogarty was not innocent until proven guilty, the citizens of Riverdale had already assigned their judgment and that was that he deserved nothing more than an empty cell and a life of misery.

That night Riverdale could not have been further removed from its reputation as ‘the town with pep’. The bodies packed together radiated nothing short of disgust for a teenager who hadn’t even been formally charged. Their disdain had been led almost singlehandedly by one woman who had repeatedly posted inflammatory articles about the inhabitants of the Southside - Alice Cooper. Although she previously identified as a proud member of the Southside and of the Serpents, she repeatedly used the Riverdale Register as a vehicle to criminalise an entire population article by article, branding them as second-class members of the town. Despite her prickly personality, Alice Cooper was a respected Northside citizen, and so her words carried weight with her affluent kinsfolk who ate up her pieces on the Southsiders, word by word. It would be fair to suggest that for most of those who were at the riots, their scathing hatred of Fangs Fogarty was in part due to the rhetoric Alice Cooper had spewed, especially in posting an ambiguous video of him with Midge in her dressing room shortly before her demise.

Although they had a tough exterior, on the inside the Serpents were scared for their lives, and for Fangs’. They were used to abuse and used to being classed as outcasts because they were born on the wrong side of town; a lot of them knew no different. But this was unlike anything they’d ever experienced- no one had ever wished death on them. And yet here they were, desperately trying to push their way towards the light to save themselves from a fate like Midge’s.

From the right a protester charged at Sweet Pea, trying to get through the barricade to Fangs, practically frothing at the mouth in anticipation of getting his hands on the young Serpent. Sweet Pea shouldered him in the face, contemplating stopping to throw a punch at the entitled stranger, but he knew that if he left Fangs’ side for even a second, he’d be torn apart by the mob. Sweet Pea could not be a weak link in Fangs’ only source of protection, otherwise he’d never forgive himself for what could happen to his best friend. They needed each other and Sweet Pea wasn’t going to let the mob get to him without a fight.

From inside the human shield every single one of Fangs’ senses had dulled. The shouting had faded into a ringing in his ear, his hands felt like static, his vision was blurred and all he could smell and taste was smoke. But deep down beneath his obscured senses he was scared. Scared that he would never go back home to his Mum, scared that his friends would grow up without him, scared that his family would have to plan his funeral before his life had really even started. His legs had turned to jelly and the only thing keeping him moving was his pack of Serpents willing him forward towards salvation.

When the Serpents broke through the last of the protesters, they were exhausted. Many had scratches and bruises up their arms, FP sporting a particularly nasty scratch across his right cheek that had already began to weep, dotted with blood. The group panted and heaved, checking Fangs over before piling onto their motorbikes ready to go back to Sunnyside Trailer Park, the only place they felt safe in their town.

Fangs clambered onto the back of Sweet Pea’s bike, his breath quaking and hands shaking as he held on ready for the ride back to the Southside. Sweet Pea glanced back, looking at his paled friend before he gave him a look of reassurance. They often exchanged looks, but this one was different. It was panic, relief, brotherly love, hope and anguish all wrapped up into one, brooding exchange. Sweet Pea turned his attention back to the road and revved his engine, pulling away and racing home to get Fangs out of this situation and back to his family.

The ride home was quick, although for Fangs it felt like hours. The roads were littered with broken glass and cars on fire, windows were boarded up and covered in spray paint, the product of sheer anger at him. Riverdale resembled chaos. The convoy of bikes passed Pop’s and the neon sign which usually washed the town in a warm red glow, radiated a glow that was menacing and hell-like. Fangs wanted nothing more than to go back a week, to a time when he could sit in a booth with his friends and gorge on burgers without the fear of someone throwing a brick through a window at him. Those days seemed so long ago now, almost like they’d never even happened.

By comparison to the scene outside of the Sheriff’s Office, Sunnyside seemed like paradise. It was quiet, familiar, safe. Within an instant Fangs’ Mum, Maria, erupted from his trailer, the rumble of the bikes signifying that the group had returned. She stood in her slippers and dressing gown, the cold night air nipping at her skin. Fangs’ head snapped towards her figure, tears lining his eyes as his feet carried him towards her.

Their embrace settled Fangs’ stomach and unsteady hands as he clutched at her like his life depended on it. “My boy,” she breathed quietly, relief washing over her. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Fangs couldn’t muster any words in response, knowing that if he tried to say anything all that would come out would be a choked sob, and so instead he just stood holding her trying to regain some courage. Everything he did was for her and yet in this moment he felt like he couldn’t do anything at all other than be in her arms.

The familiar rumble of a motorcycle broke the silence of the moment and FP stepped off of his bike, his brows knitted in concern. He shook out his hair before approaching Fangs, slapping him on the back with a fatherly smile. He’d stayed behind to make sure the boys got away smoothly and to assess the situation after they’d left. Damage control, he’d called it.

“I’m glad you’re okay, kid,” he began, ruffling Fangs’ hair and sending a nod of approval to his Mum for getting him home safely. “But don’t get too comfortable. There’s a group of protesters from the station on their way here, led by your Bulldog pals from school.”

Fangs’ heart dropped. He’d brought protestors to the heart of the Southside community. The Northside was a mess, broken and battered by the protesters who had ruined their own half of the town- God knows what they would do to the Southside where they had no regard for the people or the property. Profanities and curses were littered from the mouths of the other Serpents, with Sweet Pea’s hands closing into tight fists. The Northsiders had taken everything out from underneath them, made their daily lives that bit worse, and yet they wanted to come to Serpents territory and pick a fight? All of the Serpents knew that that could get ugly.

“Topaz,” Fangs shouted, gaining the attention of not only the pink haired girl, but the rest of the group. “You need to take my Mum somewhere safe, she can’t be here when they get here.”

Protests came from both women who wanted to stay and protect their homes, but Fangs wouldn’t take no for an answer, thinking only of protecting them from whatever was about to happen on their home soil. If things were going to get as ugly as he knew they could, he didn’t want either of them to be collateral damage, especially at the hands of Northsiders who were out for his blood.

“Tones, I’m asking you as my friend, please take her somewhere away from here- to Pop’s or something where I know she’ll be safe,” he turned his attention to his Maria, addressing her eye to eye, his voice dropping to a soft plead. “I know you want to stay but if anything were to happen to you, I would never forgive myself. If I go with you, they’re gonna tear this whole place apart to find me and I can’t let these guys lose everything they’ve got because I ran away from fate. Please Mum, I’ll be okay. But right now, I need you to be okay too and I can only be sure of that if you go with Toni.”

Maria’s eyes filled with tears and as she dropped her head into a small nod, pulling her son into a tight hug, internally willing him to just survive. Truth be told, she didn’t want to leave him, or for him to leave her, but the look in his eyes as he begged her to go was too much for her. She placed a kiss on the crown of his head and held him by the shoulders as she took one last look at him. “Call me as soon as you can, I’ll be waiting ready to come home to you.”

It wasn’t long before the women had whisked themselves off into the night in hopes of finding somewhere safer out of the chaos. The reality of what was about to ensue settled on the remaining Serpents. They had a whole community here of people who already had so little, and yet the entitled folk from the other side of the town were about to descend upon them like locusts and try to take even more.

FP went door to door, waking up as many families as he could. He knew the mob was close- he’d passed them not five minutes ago and they were half way to the trailer park. He knew he wouldn’t be able to wake everyone before they got there if he was doing it by himself. He shouted to the other Serpents to start banging on doors, knocking until they opened up and groggy snakes appeared in the doorway, scratching their heads and yawning, blissfully unaware of what was about to happen.

“They’re coming,” FP announced, his voice full of disgust as he began to pace around. “The Northsiders are coming for Fangs, and they’re coming here to our homes to get him. Now we all swore an oath to look after our own and to stand together- obviously we are going to fight to protect you and everything that you all have, but if you want to come out here and stand by our sides, it would be an honour to show these Northsiders off of our property with you all.”

By now the Serpents could hear the hum of the mob in the distance and they were beginning to become antsy. They didn’t know what their Northside rivals were hoping to achieve by coming to their front doorstep, but things were not going to end well if they overstayed their welcome.

As the other Serpents were mentally preparing themselves for the worst-case scenario of an all-out war, Fangs was beginning to panic. All of this was because he’d got himself caught up with Midge, and now the entire town was coming for him. He wanted to defend himself, but he knew one wrong move would incriminate him even more. Everything he did from this point on had to be done with the upmost precision and thought behind it.

The Serpents slithered to the boundary of Sunnyside as the mob approached, Bulldogs leading the pack in their letterman armour, Reggie Mantle taking pride of place at the head of the group with a nasty scowl on his face.

“What do you want boys?” FP called out as the group stopped a few feet from them, chests puffed out with a look of danger dancing across their faces. He wanted to defuse the situation and move them on without an issue, but he knew that if the other Serpents could sense blood in the water, they would strike.

“We want him,” Reggie spat back, his eyes narrowing on Fangs who was stood towards the back of the pack, hoping not to be seen.

“No can do, boy’s innocent. That’s not up for negotiation. Now go home to your parents before I have to call them to come and collect you.”

“He killed my girlfriend,” Moose sneered, using anger to cover how utterly broken he was by the situation. Midge was the single best thing that had happened to him, and in a few short days he would be burying her. The pair were the ‘it’ couple of Riverdale and it had all been snatched from him in one fell swoop. Inside he was reeling, but outside he looked like a bull ready to charge at a red flag.

“Moose, I know Midge is gone and I can’t begin to think about how you’re feeling, but do you really think she’d want to see you doing this when no one’s even been charged?” Jughead chimed in, stepping forward to try and reason with the boy who he could clearly see was struggling. He knew that deep down Moose was only here because Reggie told him that it would make him feel better, not because it was the right thing to do.

“Get her name out of your mouth, snake,” Reggie bit back, taking a step towards Jughead as his brows furrowed in anger and his hands balled into fists.

“Shut the hell up Mantle and take a step back,” Sweet Pea ordered firmly, putting an instinctive protective arm in front of Jughead as he internally begged Reggie to give him an excuse to break in his new brass knuckles with the Bulldog’s jaw. Sweet Pea had never seen eye to eye with Jughead. The son of FP Jones had swanned in and assumed a position of importance without even proving himself and that irked the inky teen, but he knew better than to let personal issues rear their head in a situation where they had to act like a pack.

“Or what?” Reggie spat back, shrugging and looking towards his Bulldog companions in solidarity.

“Or I’ll put you down, mutt,” Sweet Pea had a razor sharp and calculated voice, his eyes narrowing as he clenched and unclenched his fists. He finally stood at full height, looking down his nose at the group of hostile Northsiders with a grimace of disgust.

Reggie’s face contorted into a something grotesquely furious and he almost threw the first punch, instead barely holding himself back. He wanted the Serpents to make the first move so that he could justify his actions as self-defence. He’d spent far too many nights talking to Sheriff Keller about his behaviour and had finally worked out that if he provoked them into fighting, he might get let off with a caution and no phone call home to his parents.

But it was Moose Mason who made the first move, charging into a teenage Serpent fist first. He wondered if fighting would help him to feel anything other than empty and like a part of him had died with Midge on that stage.

The two sides clashed together almost instantaneously after that. Sweet Pea wound his arm back and swung with all his might, barely catching Reggie’s left cheek as the Bulldog jerked his head back, just out of the way of the brass-clad fist. Sweet Pea may have had strength on his side, but Reggie was quicker and nimbler. Reggie pounded at Sweet Pea’s stomach, winding him, before a junior Serpent charged at him and knocked him into the dirt of the inroad into Sunnyside. Sweet Pea gave his junior a quick nod of thanks before embedding the steel toe cap of his boot as hard into Reggie’s stomach as he could, eliciting a choked groan from him as his body shunted at the impact.

Jughead got himself between Moose and a Serpent, grabbing the torn-up Bulldog by the scruff of his collar to try and reason with him. Moose grimaced at Jughead, pushing him off of him with all of his frustration-brooding strength. The beanie wearing teen stumbled back, barely stopping himself from falling into the dirt.

As he managed to recover from the shove, a Bulldog he recognised as Huxley approached him, wringing his fists ready to fight. Jughead backed up, trying to persuade him that this wasn’t a good idea and soon he found himself in a corner with nowhere to go.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” Huxley started, taking a step towards Jughead and closing the space as he cracked his knuckles, his voice and face equally menacing. “But you’ve always had someone to protect you. Not now though, and I’m gonna enjoy this.”

As Huxley wound his arm back, a pristine blade came against his throat and a petite arm wrapped around the top of his head, holding him still as burgundy nails dug into the skin of his forehead and yanked his head back, exposing the soft flesh of his neck. Relief washed over Jughead has he saw his sister Jubilee pressing her switch blade harder against the fullback’s throat with a look of danger in her eyes, daring him to move even an inch.

“You get the fuck out of here, now,” Jubilee murmured harshly into his ear, eliciting a panicked nod from the football player. “If I ever see you here, or near Jughead again, you won’t be walking away next time. Am I understood?”

Huxley frantically shouted yes, his voice a panicked beg, and reluctantly Jubilee let him go, pushing him out of the trailer park as she clenched her grip on her knife a little tighter. She and Jughead exchanged a brief look of thanks, no time to stop and talk. Had Jubilee not been there, Jughead wasn’t sure how he would have ended up, but he knew it wouldn’t have been pretty. 

The pair scanned the chaos in front of them, seeing Serpents old and young fighting Northsiders, some of whom they knew and some they didn’t. Jughead ran towards the Serpents who he could see were hurt, ready to help get them away from the clash and towards the first aid trailers, and Jubilee went fist first into a group of women who she knew her fellow male Serpents wouldn’t fight with, ready to give them a reason to never come back to the Southside.

Fangs couldn’t believe what was happening. It was as if in the blink of an eye, hell had descended upon him. Around him, Serpents and protesters alike were hobbling away with broken noses, blood pouring from their faces. Some had been so badly winded that they couldn’t move or had slashed and bruised. Others were still going, including Sweet Pea, who Fangs couldn’t take his eyes off of. Sweet Pea was tearing through Bulldogs and Northsiders like there was no tomorrow, having finished with Reggie Mantle. He was throwing fists wildly, daring anyone to challenge him. The giant Serpent looked like a wreck. His fists were covered in a mixture of Northsider blood and his own from where the brass knuckles had cut him from the force of his own fists, and he was already sporting matching black eyes.

“Fangs!” FP shouted, bloodied and bruised as he took a punch to the gut from an older protester. “Go, hide!”

Fangs turned on his feet and ran deep into Sunnyside through the fighters and towards his own trailer. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Hot Dog cowering next to an armchair, sounds of terrified whining coming from him, and another pang of guilt flooded his body. He stopped in his tracks and whistled for the shaggy dog, willing him to come to him so that he could get him out of this battle zone before he got hurt.

To the left of Hot Dog, he spotted Kevin stood idly watching the interaction as he grasped a golf club, not really sure what do with himself. Fangs shot him a pleading look, hoping that he wouldn’t rat him out to the others he’d come with. Kevin contemplated his position momentarily before turning his head away, acting as if he’d never seen the wanted Serpent. Fangs picked up the terrified dog who was now at his feet, carrying on his frantic run towards his trailer. 

Once inside he locked the front door, putting Hot Dog under his bed and shutting his bedroom door as he sank to the floor in his living room with his head between his hands, exhaling shaky breaths, waiting for the fight to end. His head was spinning wildly, bones rattling and his chest felt impossibly tight, like his ribs were going to break any second. He was on the cusp of a panic attack, but he was trying with all his strength to keep it together for a little longer.

It wasn’t long before a violent banging started at the door. Someone must have seen him.

“Get out here Vixen killer!” A battered Reggie Mantle spluttered, only just recovering from being winded by the toe of Sweet Pea’s boot. “Either you get out here or I come in. You’ve got 10 seconds!”

Fangs began to panic, looking frantically for something to protect Hot Dog and himself with. But before he could find anything a brick crashed through his trailer window, shattered glass flying everywhere, nicking at his skin as he tried to shield his eyes. For a moment, he was thankful he’d shut the door and that Hot Dog was okay, but the relief he felt didn’t last long when he saw the end of Kevin’s 7-iron being used by Reggie to bash out the remaining glass so that he could get into the trailer through the window.

This it is, Fangs thought. He said a silent prayer for his Mum, hoping that after whatever was about to happen to him, she would be okay. He hoped the Serpents would look after her and that she’d have a good life. He hoped he’d been everything she’d wished for in a son and that he didn’t let her down. He hoped that even if he died at the hands of the Bulldogs right now, that she knew he was innocent.

His prayers were interrupted by a sound of salvation, the shrill siren of the Sheriff’s cruiser. A single warning gunshot rang out silencing the crowds and halting the fighting.

“Disperse!” Tom Keller shouted, causing most of the protesters to retreat away from the trailer park, a few lagging behind due to their injuries. Reggie quickly ducked away from the trailer, staggering back towards the Northside, hoping to not get caught by Tom or his own parents.

After a few moments, Fangs cautiously unlocked the door, cracking it and peaking his head out to see that the only people left were Serpents and the Kellers. He left Hot Dog in his room, not wanting him to cut his paws on the glass and went outside to see the damage. Fences had been kicked down, there was broken glass everywhere, the trailer park looked unrecognisable and most importantly it was littered with Serpents who were nursing injuries ranging from bruises and minor cuts, all the way to fractured eye sockets and major gashes.  

“Tom,” FP sighed with relief, slapping his old friend on the back. “Didn’t you resign?”

The older Keller let out a hoarse laugh, running a hand through his hair. “I did, but I haven’t given back the cruiser yet. But I’m glad I didn’t because it looks like you guys needed some help over here and I didn’t see anyone else coming to give you that help.”

There was a low chorus of ‘thank you’s from the Serpents, old and young, who were all thankful that the night’s debacle was over. Generally, the Serpents didn’t like fighting, but they would if they needed to defend themselves and their honour. Tonight’s riot night fight, however, had been the worst fight many of the Serpents had ever taken part in, and they, for once, were thankful to hear the wail of the cruiser.

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The next morning the Serpents were up, cleaning the mess from last night.

Sweet Pea was sporting two black eyes and matching bruised knuckles with deep, bandaged cuts, his ribs sore from Reggie’s punches to the gut, painted with bruises varying in colour. Jughead had escaped unscathed thanks to Jubilee, however his father wasn’t so lucky as FP wore a badly split and swollen lip, two black eyes and a scratch across his face with pride.

When Toni and Maria arrived back at the trailer park, they both felt thankful that Fangs had insisted on sending them away for the night. The state of the trailer park and of the Serpents themselves told them exactly how bad thing had gotten and it was worse than either of them could have imagined.

Maria had been inside cleaning up the glass from her smashed window when the familiar uniformed devil stepped into the trailer park, his eyes narrowing on Fangs as a smug smirk enveloped his face. He had him, finally.

“Fangs Fogarty,” Sheriff Minetta started, pulling his handcuffs from his belt upon his approach. “You’re under arrest for the murder of Midge Klump. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you at government expense.”

[jayshq]

Under the read more you will find the verses for all my characters, as my verses page is currently broken.

(DAN, CHUCK, & STEVE DON’T HAVE VERSES UP YET, BUT THEY WILL BE ADDED)

ALEC:

☆  𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓎 | main : Alec Lightwood currently works as a Shadowhunter at the Institute in New York. (BOOK BASED)

☆  𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 | show  : Alec Lightwood is Head of the New York Institute. (SHOW BASED)

☆ 𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝒹𝑜𝑔 | alpha : Alec is a shadowhunter and alpha in a world controlled by status. (used for all a/b/o threads)

☆  𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 | inverted : set in the “world inverted” universe from season 1, episode 10.

☆  𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 | pre series : set before the events of the show and books.

☆  𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓁 | mundane : Alexander is currently studying law at NYU. He wants to be in law enforcement.

☆ 𝓇𝓊𝓃𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝑜𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓈 | tw : Alec grew up at Idris, never moving to the Institute. After a nasty werewolf encounter he turned. His mother couldn’t stand to look at him properly after that and he eventually decided to leave. Having nowhere to go, he followed this strange pulling in his gut and found himself in Beacon Hills. (omega)

CLARY:

☆ 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝑔 𝓌𝒶𝓇 | main : BOOK COMPLIANT. Clary Fray had her life turned upside down when she was 16, discovering she was a shadowhunter and the only one who could stop this secret world’s greatest threat: her father. This is set during the events of the Mortal War and Dark War. 

☆ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 | show : SHOW COMPLIANT.  Clary Fray had her life turned upside down when she was 18, discovering she was a shadowhunter and the only one who could stop this secret world’s greatest threat: her father. It seems her brother is also someone she must stop. ( this will be my main default for show canon only muses, but i am primarily book based blog )

☆ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓉𝑒𝒹 | alternate : Clary Fray is a normal girl, going to university, hanging with friends and spending time with her family. She has an amazing mother, a hilarious father, and a great older big brother. So, why does something feel off? (1x10)

☆ 𝓁𝒾𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑔𝓈 | team evil : Clary is currently with Sebastian and Jace, who were bonded together by Lilith. She is only there to find out Sebastian’s plan and save Jace. Whether or not she has the fairy ring connecting her to Simon will be decided on a case by case basis. (Jace, Simon, and Johnathan muses ONLY) 

☆ 𝓇𝓊𝓃𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝑜𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓈 | tw: Alec sent Clary to Beacon Hills when they got wind of some really nasty stuff coming from their area, smelling an awful lot like werewolves. She was told that the McCall pack was not to be trusted and has no reason to believe otherwise. On the note of Theo: they have laws that his crimes do not follow him back from the dead, she doesn’t agree with this, but knows she cannot condemn him for them or show prejudice.

☆ 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓊𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓍 | mcu/dc : With the Arrow, the Flash, Supergirl, Superman and tons of others appearing the Institute has had to start making plans for aliens and metas. Clary is a representative for the Clave that Alec has put in charge of a lot of the affairs while laws are drawn up. The D.E.O. and A.R.G.U.S. are working with the Clave to keep everyone in line. Clary mostly deals with informing the others of the shadow world and helping when problems with demons arise.

☆ 𝒾𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 | rd : Clary Fairchild-Blossom is from Denmark. She was born as the golden daughter of Christopher Blossom, until it was found out she was actually the daughter of his affair to Jocelyn Fairchild when she was ten. The loving family she’d once known cast her aside as a disgrace. She cut herself off from them when she realized how shallow they were. She was sent to Riverdale after her mother’s passing, only to find out her cousin Jason had died.

☆ 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 | spn : Clarissa is an angel who fell in love with a demon and fell to be with him in Hell. She kept her grace and even joined in helping other demons. However, when her love died she left Hell, now both demons and angels hate her. She wants to return home but doesn’t know how to start. She’s currently trying to do good on Earth as penance.

☆ 𝒾𝓂 𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 | ouat : Clary is one of the daughters of Duchess from The Aristocats. She ran away from her family in search of an adventure like the one her mom had always told her about. She eneded up sneaking onto a ship and landing herself on Neverland Island. She didn’t escape until a group opened a portal to Storybrooke. However, when she went through she was transformed from cat to human.

☆ 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾���𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇 | seraphina : Sera was born in her mother’s arms next to her father and older brother. When Jocelyn ran not even a week later her mother lost her just a portal closed. Jocelyn came back for her not even 24 hours later, but Valentine had already staged the fire and left with his two experiments. She grew up along side her brother and is only too happy to whatever is asked of her by her father. She believes Jocelyn to be dead and she has avast interest in their surrogate brother Jace, where as Jonathan seems to dislike him despite never having met him.

MAGNUS:

☆ 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓊𝓇𝑒 | main :  Magnus Bane, 400+ year old High Warlock of Brooklyn. Fought in both the Mortal War and Dark War. Is happy to help a selective group of friends, and honestly wish the rest would just shut up. (Book Based) 

☆ 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 | show : Magnus Bane is the high warlock of Brooklyn, ward keeper of the New York Institute, club owner, and apparently the shadowhunters on call warlock. (Show Based) 

☆ 𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓉 | inverted : (part 1)Magnus Bane, previous High Warlock of Brooklyn, now does parlor tricks for a living. With the shadow world having been quiet Magnus has resourced to living a mundane life. (part 2) Until a young girl named Clary Fairchild came calling. Now with his magic restored he vows to never lose it again. 

☆ 𝓃𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓁 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 | mundane : Magnus Bane graduated from NYU with perfect grades and a degree in fashion design. He currently works as a “closet assistant” for the Vogue Magazine office in New York. 

☆ 𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁𝓉𝓎 | hogwarts : Magnus is the potions professor at Hogwarts. He’s a Slytherin/Ravenclaw (partner dependent) alumni, and is also the Head teacher of said house. I also have a younger subplot to this verse where Magnus is still a student. 

☆ 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝒷𝑜𝓎 𝓅𝒽𝒶𝓈𝑒 | high school : Magnus Bane grew up in Indonesia, was shipped off to England at 16 by his step-father, moved to New York when he was 18. Magnus’ biological father has been attempting to contact him, but Magnus is trying to avoid it. His biological father has also sent him a large sum of money, and while Magnus had no intention of creating a relationship he’s also not stupid enough to turn his nose up at money. He’s in his last year of high school. He can’t wait to get out and go off to college. He plays up the bad boy act, constantly talking back to teachers, skipping class, showing up to school hungover. He doesn’t care what other’s think, and just wants to be left alone. 

☆ 𝓇𝑜𝓎𝒶𝓁𝓉𝓎 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝑒𝓁𝓉𝓎 | dark : Magnus decided to abandon the mundane world after he’d been hurt one too many times. He went to Edom, and with dark magic he’d harnessed was able to murder his father, taking his rightful place on the throne. 

☆ 𝒷𝒾𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 | disney : Magnus bane is the son of king Asmodeus or Edom. Edom is a cruel and unjust kingdom. Magnus never intended to take over, so he spent his time learning magic (due to the dark energy within him) and alchemy. He ran away at the young age of 16. Due to Asmodeus’ love of the dark arts Magnus had been made immortal. Asmodeus died many years ago, but Magnus has no interest in playing king to a kingdom full of greed and demonic presence. Instead, he travels the land, aiding those who need it with his magic, for a small price. He is feared by many, due to his ability to wage war with the snap of his fingers, though he’d never found a need to. 

☆ 𝓅𝓊𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓏𝓎 𝑒𝓎𝑒 | firefly : magnus bane is a name known across many galaxies. he is an enemy of the alliance, and a business man. he deals in secrets and rumors. he knows things that are meant to be unknown and is vastly proud of it. he lives a life of luxury, and enjoys it highly. he is also the man to go to if you need anything the alliance has deemed illegal. the alliance knows what he does but has no proof. 

☆ 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒹𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 | mob : Magnus runs his operation out of New York, but it stretches across the East Coast of America. He is well known to anyone in the mob and gang scene, as well as the N.Y.C. P.D., not that they have any evidence of his wrongdoings. Magnus has legitimize businesses in both his club and a lot of real estate. He lives in a mansion with most of the trusted men and women in his operation. He’s leading in the New York scene, both because he never lies and because he is also the only one with access to Santiago approved drugs.

☆ 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 | cmbyn : Magnus has been a friend of Mr. Perlman’s for many years, the two having even traveled together for a time. However, he’s never come to stay with them on their summer trips to Italy, until now. Magnus is content to spend his summer enjoying the simpler things in life, instead of the hectic New York fashion world he works in year round. 

☆ 𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝓊𝓈𝓉 | marvel : Warlocks have existed for at least as long as written history, but anyone that can feel magic will tell you it’s been part of the world since the dawn if time. They are an extremely rare breed, only a few hundred ever alive at one time. Most hide amongst the mutants, able to pass their abilities off as a mutation. Every warlocks magic is specific to them, and entirely their own. They draw most of their power from the Earth, but they are inherently magical and don’t need any magical focus, magic flows through them.

Due to such a low amount of warlocks, their is an underground network. The Warlock Network. It’s the easiest, fastest, and safest way for warlocks to get in touch with one another. It is commonly used as a market, a way to trade ingredients and information, but it is also how a warlock can send out an alert that they’re in trouble or that someone is gunning for warlocks.

Magnus himself leads a relatively calm life. He’s a fashion designer and wildly popular among the Upper East Side, despite his residing in Brooklyn. He lives off multiple fortunes he’s made over the years and works for fun. He also runs one of the hottest clubs in New York, Pandemonium.  Living in New York meant that there was constantly life threatening occurrences thanks to the different superheroes that inhabited the city. Magnus never bothered to get involved. As long as himself and those he cared about were safe than the guys in tights could handle the rest. That doesn’t mean that Magnus’ status does not afford him certain super friends, however.

note: warlock marks exist but not every warlock has them 

☆ 𝒾𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁 | thg : Magnus is one of the most sought after designers in the capitol and when it comes to the games he’s given to only the best of the best. Magnus was a victor himself but he refused to be a trainer. He has severe ptsd from the games. He is able to watch the games, but he has nightmares, can’t enter any desert areas (his arena was desert), and certain insect sounds will trigger him. 

☆ 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓎 | jurassic world : Magnus Bane had never cared about dinosaurs. Sure, he thought they were interesting an he found it sad that so many generations had lived without them, but that was where it ended. Then he met Etta. She was perfect in Magnus’ eyes, and she just happened to be a medic at the Jurassic World theme park. For the first year of the relationship it wasn’t a big deal.

However, when the one of the old herbivore trainer’s retired Etta begged Magnus to apply. Despite not needing a job, due to the family fortune he’d inherited, he did it for her. Magnus had no formal training with animals, let alone prehistoric ones. Yet, he surpassed a lot of the trained applicants and got the job.

Magnus started with some of the herbivore attractions, then moved up to also training some of the younger ones, an eventually it was also added to his duties to help care for the infants. Thanks to all his time spent with Etta Magnus is also an on call medic. He isn’t licensed, but if he’s closer than the on-site medic and it’s urgent he’ll sub in. He’s proven himself multiple times.Etta was diagnosed two years later. They found the cancer in February and she was gone by April.

Magnus closed off. He let friendships slip away and made no effort to make new ones. He refuse to do shows for the visitors, only working with the younger ones and infants. If investors come to the park Magnus will instruct an intern to deal with them. He still does any medic work need of him.

Magnus fell in love with the majestic creatures within only months of working at the park, but Etta’s passing cause him to have an even deeper connection and love for the animals. Magnus is extremely protective of the dinosaurs in his care and if anyone even mentions the park in regards to revenue he will leave the room. 

PARTNER SPECIFIC VERSES 

☆ 𝑔𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓉 | bytheanchor : set in my main verse. Magnus, Alec and Jace are all in a happy and committed poly relationship. I play both Magnus and Alec. 

BEN:

;; before that night | ben: Canon Ben Solo. Teenage Ben is training under his uncle Luke to be a Jedi master, and is proving a talented student. He feels a pull to the dark side, but due to his teachings isn’t sure how to ask for help out of fear. He’s fighting to cling to the light that burns deep inside him and the force, sticking close to those he loves for good measure.

;; my birthright | tfa : Canon Ben Solo, this will follow through the events of The Force Awakens.

;; nothing stand in our way | tlj : Canon Ben Solo, this will follow through the event of The Last Jedi and all the way up to the Palpatine battle in The Rise of Skywalker. THIS IS NOT HIS MAIN VERSE, even though many threads will operate inside it.

;; finish what you started | main : Canon-Divergent Kylo Ren, the only main difference being that while he did give up an amount of his life force to save Rey he didn’t die. He was in the resistance med bay for over a week, but he pulled through. He is unsure if he wishes to stay with the resistance to hunt down what’s left of the First Order, or if he’d prefer to be on his own for the time being. 

;; the conflict in you | light side : after killing Supreme Leader Snoke he accepted Rey’s offer and is now working along side her and the rebel alliance to take down Hux and his army of stromtroopers.

coming soon

POE:

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓴 | main : (Canon Compliant) Poe Dameron is one of the most skilled pilots among the resistance. 

𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓭 | scoundrel : Poe Dameron is a pilot for hire and very well trusted in criminal circles to get the job done quickly and quietly. 

𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓱𝓷𝓲𝓺𝓾𝓮 | dark : Poe was born to an ex-rebel pilot and First Order prisoner, but was raised by his step-father, a First Order general. He has been learning to use the force since he was ten years old and has been lied to about how the light and dark sides work. 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝔃𝓲𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 | modern : Poe is a retired Afghanistan veteran without a clear path for his future. 

𝓭𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 | nasa :tba

𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓰𝓸 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮 | peace : tba

REY:

☆ 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓮 | tfa : Canon-Compliant. This verse will follow the events of the Force Awakens.

☆ 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 | tlj : Canon-Compliant. This verse will follow the events of the Last Jedi and through the Rise of Skywalker until the Palpatine battle.

☆ 𝓲𝓶 𝓪𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓭 𝓷𝓸 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼 | main : Canon-Compliant. This verse is set after the battle with Palpatine. Rey has chosen Skywalker as her surname and is working with the resistance to take down the rest of the First Order.

☆ 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 | dark : Canon-Divergent. When Ben offers Rey his hand in the Last Jedi she takes it with the hope to restore peace to the galaxy from the dark side.

v. 2: Canon-Divergent. When Palpatine offers Rey the throne, she kills him and ascends it.

☆ 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓽 𝓰𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝔂 | smuggler : coming soon : coming soon

☆ 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓪 𝔀𝓪𝔂 | jurassic world : coming soon

☆ 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 | nasa : coming soon

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RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single but looking for my partner in crime ;-) ! FAVOURITE COLOUR?: blue LIPSTICK OR CHAPSTICK?: lipstick LAST SONG I LISTENED TO?: well i’m currently listening to a song on repeat bc it’s a bop so finders keepers by mabel ft. kojo funds. LAST MOVIE I WATCHED?: i feel like it was the breakfast club ? not sure tho ! TOP 3 TV SHOWS?: riverdale, victorious, rupaul’s drag race ! TOP 3 BANDS?: i don’t really have many bands i would say are my favourites but i do listen to a fair bit of little mix and fifth harmony. other than that, i’m hitting a blank. BOOKS I’M CURRENTLY READING: i don’t read so do my textbooks / academic journals count lmao

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Baby, Please No Promises (Because We'd Keep Our Promises)

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Kevin Keller/Joaquin (Joavin) 

Yes, I changed the lyrics of a Shawn Mendes song for this title. I’m Canadian, sue me.

Kevin Keller has three kinks: Secrets, extracurriculars and boys. All of them could be appreciated in a strictly platonic non sexual way.

Unless a boy who Kevin is fucking that he has to keep a secret is giving him a hickey like his college application depended on it.

Like what Kevin is discovering right now. Then words like “appreciation” and “platonic” and “non sexual” can be chucked out the window. In other words, all his own, Kevin is a slut for Joaquin.

But it has to come to an end.

“Babe,” Kevin says, he sounds out of breath because frankly he is, and he has to force himself to keep his eyes open and not let them go half lidded with pleasure. He slides his hands up from Joaquin’s waist to cup his face, brushing back loose strands of his soft black hair.

“Kev?” He replies, his voice sounded equally wrecked and it made Kevin shiver with desire.

“My dad’s shift is going to end soon, you need to go.”

Joaquin lowers his head back into Kevin’s neck and whines lowly.

Kevin has to bite his tongue to not blurt out “Same.” They were backed up against the wall of Kevin’s bedroom. Sparks flaring as they regained their libido for an impromptu round two, but still fully dressed. Kevin really wanted to change that but it was late, and his father is always on time.

“I don’t want to go,” Joaquin mumbles into his skin. And not for the first time Kevin wonders how the fuck is he a serpent.

“I mean you can stay,” he teases, caressing his hair, “and meet my dad and we can all have dinner and talk about politics and the role of non profit organizations like Amnesty International in third world countries.“

Joaquin looks up at him to glare. It’s dangerous, it really is, Kevin would be scared if he didn’t know him, but it’s adorable too. Kevin couldn’t help provoking him.

“Hey dad, sheriff of Riverdale,” he continues, chuckling at Joaquin’s growing horror, “meet my super hot super gay Southside Serpent boyfriend, can he sleep over?”

“Y-Your boyfriend?”

Oh shit.

“I mean-”

“Is that what you want?” He interrupts, “because you know that’s not a good idea right?”

“Yeah, no, of course,” Kevin says flatly, letting go of him, “slip of the mouth, sorry.” His gaze drops to the shadowed floor.

They both fall silent.

“So how many do you have?”

“What?” Replies Joaquin, lost.

“How many sidehoes, or boytoys or whatever,” Kevin says, trying to keep his tone light, failing miserably, “you know, besides me.” He slides down the wall he was pressed against and wraps his arms around his knees.

Joaquin frowns and sits down besides him. “None, you asshole.”

“How am I the asshole?”

“For assuming I’m some sleazy fuckboy who has sidehoes!” Joaquin responds, with disbelief.

“You’re a snake!” Kevin snaps, angrily, “They lie, and they cheat.”

“They’re also some of Riverdale’s poorest citizens, Kev. They come from broken families, and have really shitty lives. Most of us don’t have a choice.”

“What, like you?”

Joaquin’s eyes flash and Kevin realizes his mistake. He’s a white privileged upper class sheriff’s son, what right has he to go on and say that? Judging by the look on Joaquin’s face, what he said was probably true.

“Joaquin-”

“My mom was a known drug addict in Southside when she had me, she left me on the steps of a trailer at the park and it just happened to be a snake’s. I know they aren’t saints, or even good people for the most part, but they’re my family, Kevin.”

Kevin reaches out for him, and Joaquin falls into his warm embrace. Kevin could feel tears threaten to spill, he willed them back into his eye sockets. He can’t cry in front of his serpent lover because he has feelings for him, for god sake.

“I’m sorry. I honestly didn’t mean it like that. I was just angry.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to be my super hot super gay Southside Serpent boyfriend, okay?” Kevin admits, heat flushing his cheeks.

“I want that too, dumbass. Of course I like you, why else would I risk my ass every other day to sneak into your house just to spend time with you?”

“But then why-”

“I wanted to make sure you knew what we were getting into.”

Oh.

Kevin breathes into Joaquin, addicted to his scent, his skin, his eyes, his hair, his everything.

“I know what I want,” he says.

Joaquin pulls out of the hug to kiss him. It’s gentle at first, but he deepens the kiss, encouraged by Kevin’s small throaty moan, and it gets dirtier by the second.

Kevin laughs as Joaquin works his way down his neck, yanking down his shirt to bite at the spot right above his collar bone. Joaquin looks up from his neck and raises an eyebrow.

“What?” He asks.

“We came full circle, and regardless of the fact I really do want to get down and dirty with my new secret boyfriend,” Kevin doesn’t miss the way Joaquin smirks, and he finds himself beaming as well, “my dad really will be here soon and you actually do have to go.”

Joaquin buries his head into Kevin’s neck and mumbles something inaudible. Kevin would like to think it was something cute and guaranteed-to-turn-a-snake-gang-member status-into-a-bunny-petting zoo-keeper sweet, but he honestly had no clue.

“Okay honey, up we go,” Kevin says grabbing his hand and hoisting them both up from the floor. He opens his window shades to make sure Joaquin’s car is still parked across the street and that his dad’s wasn’t. He leads them down the stairs and out to the lampshaded sidewalk outside. When they get to his car, Joaquin looks from left to right quickly before pulling Kevin into one last searing kiss.

“Text me when you get back safe,” Kevin says. His boyfriend rolls his eyes and Kevin smiles sheepishly. Joaquin opens the car door and buckles in his seat belt. “If it makes you sleep at night.”

“Uh, no, that’s against the point.” Kevin says slyly, his innocent expression morphing into something else, eyes going dark. He winks and closes the car door for him before slinking off into his house, leaving a dumbfounded serpent behind.

“Fuck,” Joaquin swears to himself silently, twisting his keys into the engine, but there’s a stupid smile on his face.

He’s falling for that Keller boy so bad.

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I was tagged by @losgrandesavocados​

Rules: Tag nine people you want to know more about

Relationship status: Desperate single

Favorite Color: Idk . There are so many.

Lipstick or chap stick: Gimme all that lipstick!

Last song you listended to: Christina Perry - Human

Last movie you watched: John Carter

Top 3 TV shows: More like Top 100, but let´s just Name the most recent like Prison Break (just got started), Riverdale and 13 Reasons Why

Top 3 characters: Same as above, but currently I´d say Madison Montgomery, Dean Winchester and Cheryl Blossom

Top 3 ships: Evak, Richonne, Bryce Walker x jail

Books you are currently reading: Basically jjust my own notebooks...

Top 5 musicals: I just know The Lion King so ... Lion King

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The NFLs plan to protect America from witches | Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

The NFLs cheerleader problem demoes exactly whats wrong with the tournaments handling: They insist on being the self-appointed keepers of Americas mythological dream of itself

Witches, being. Only when you thought we were safe from their malignant force on America’s virtue, the NFL has proven we are still in real danger from their dark superpowers. It is fortunate for our country’s moral fiber that the NFL has continued current in their reading, channeling Heinrich Kramer’s 1487 book, Malleus Maleficarum (” The Hammer of Witches “), which was the go-to DIY text in many countries for attending witch experiments and public hangings. As a make, an estimated 40,000 to 50,000 hags were put to death, about 80% of which were females. Why so many dames? Kramer explains that it’s because a woman” is more carnal than lover, as is evident in connection with many filthy carnal ordinances “. He believed that the sexual desire lovers find while examining the status of women who was not their wife was due to the vixen giving magic spells to invite them. As penalty, these sex sirens is necessary, if not beheaded, drowned, or hanged, at the least fired from their cheerleading jobs.

Bailey Davis, the 22 -year-old onetime New Orleans Saint cheerleader, was lately shot for infringing squad social media rules by announcing an Instagram photo of herself in one-piece lingerie that proves as much bark as a one-piece swimsuit in a Nordstrom’s ad, and a lot less than their cheerleading attires. She has since entered individual complaints with the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission for gender discrimination. When she spoke to a representative from the Saints’ human resources function agency, he complained that in her photo she had a “dirty face”( clear proof she was shedding her incantation impelling honourable soldiers to” filthy carnal achievements “) and that he’d never earmark his granddaughters to announce something like that.

Grandpa’s boastful Lord Tywin Lannister answer encapsulates exactly what’s wrong with NFL management: They insist on being the self-appointed defenders of America’s mythological vision of itself. Malt supermarkets on every angle, Pat Boone crooning on the jukebox, and modestly garmented maidens be standing with knees fixed together waiting to be asked to prom. This 1950 s, Father Knows Best soundstage fantasy doesn’t stop with paternalistic and puritan gender stereotypes, but likewise promotes naive notions about hasten and patriotism. The NFL’s anachronistic reveries aren’t just a unwise is making an effort to pander to what they see their diehard love demand, but likewise assignments the hard-core republican values of the mostly rich, white-hot one-percenters who own the teams. We must live in their Disneyland- or else.

These powerful Citizen Kanes- isolated from contemporary American culture by opulence and self-importance- still think of the country as it appears in old-fashioned Archie comics, where teen hijinks guideline the day , not the current version in the TV succession Riverdale, where Archie has fornication with Ms Grundy. Where the Parkland students single-handedly extend a nationwide government coup. Where young girls and women launch #MeToo and #TimesUp shifts that totter high-powered gropers in business and government- perhaps even a president.

In their Pleasantville fantasy, athletes still ” Shut up and dribble “( or, in their case,” Shut up and tackle “). That’s because the majority of those jocks who speak up or stoop down in the real world are people of color calling attention to profound life-and-death unfairness across the country, daily demeaning and life-threatening bias that most these owners never have to face and therefore had not yet been personal stake in. Strives to silence musicians who refuse to accept their designated personas fits right in with owners’ smarmy manipulation of the status of women cheerleaders through discriminatory Jane Crow ” rules “.

The country “wouldve been” scandalized if a team’s principles stated that if a black participate was eating at a eatery and a grey player strolled in, the black participate would have to leave the restaurant. Yet, those are the rules for Saints’ cheerleaders, who must leave a eatery they are eating at if a Saints player arrives. We would be equally outraged if an enterprise demanded that position personnels address top executives exclusively with “hello” and “you’re wonderful”. Yet the Saint’ cheerleaders are restricted to saying only “hello” and” great game” to musicians. Other regulations about force, makeup, body mane, tampon use and forbidding sweatpants in public make it seem as if the Saints watched The Handmaid’s Tale and reckoned,” They exactly don’t go far enough .” In other statements, shut up and jiggle.

These highly trained and skilled girls are being told that the NFL really wants to protect them from sex predators, peculiarly NFL players. Like the grouchy granddad in human resources who wouldn’t “allow” his granddaughters to announce photos he doesn’t expressed support for, the NFL wants to be their( creepy? pimpy ?) daddy. These are adult women who should be permitted to make their own decisions about who they contact and who they don’t, extremely since the players have no such restrictions. A cheerleader constitutes in meagre lingerie and she’s shot; a player thumps out his wife on video and is suspended for two activities. Boys will be boys, but girls must be what the NFL tells them to be.

For required flows like #MeToo and #TimesUp to thrive, Americans have to recognize that how we are dealing with girls in high-profile recreation contributes to the adverse perception that walls them in and diminishes their contribution to society. Less compensate contacts less appreciate. Action patterns that treat them like brats humiliate their ability. Yet, the NFL doesn’t mind exploiting the sensual the characteristics of these women for monetary advantage. Because nothing reads healthful household entertainment than lithe young women in stingy short-liveds and throwing pinnacles doing the separates. I’m sure 13 -year-old Jimmy and his leering father are watching their industrious action seeing simply the purest of concludes. So, this moral umbrage over an Instagram photo is the height of hypocrisy.

The NFL continues doddering down the road leading to artistic irrelevancy. Ticket auctions are down, video audiences are smaller, nervousnes of concussions is causing more mothers are maintaining their adolescents from dallying football, and four nations are considering banning attack football for participates under 12. Instead of cuddling the real world, crew proprietors mistakenly think they can hold on to their supporter cornerstone by holding back the mitts of progress. Apparently, they never watched Get Straight( 1970 ), set in the days of national riotous student complains. In it, grad student Harry Bailey( played by Elliott Gould ), with furious students rioting all around them, informs his frightened and oblivious profs,” Let move! Stop trying to hold back the pass of the clock. It’ll tear your arms out !”

* This article was modified on 6 April 2018 to correct a section mentioning Lord Tywin Lannister. The original version invoked Lord Tyrion Lannister.

Read more: https :// www.theguardian.com/ play/ 2018/ apr/ 06/ the-nfls-plan-to-protect-america-from-witches

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92 truths - Admin Ari Vers

With the 92 truths, I dare both of you to do all of them lmao, if not then 54, 57, 81 for both admins xx

I did all of them, fight me - Admin Ari

LAST… [1] drink: water [2] phone call: my mum [3] text message: “bless” [4] song you listened to: Before Stuck, it was Good thing by NCT 127 [5] time you cried: yesterday, dying of laughter

HAVE YOU EVER… [6] dated someone twice: yep, oops [7] been cheated on: no idea [8] kissed someone and regretted it: havent kissed anyone lmao [9] lost someone special: yes yes yes [10] been depressed: not really but I have hated myself [11] gotten drunk and thrown up: no lol

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS: [12] Yellow [13] Bright Green [14] Black

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU… [15] made new friends: Yep! [16] fallen out of love: Yes [17] laughed until you cried: literally yesterday [18] found out someone was talking about you?: lmao yes [19] met someone who changed you: Nope, not yet [20] found out who your true friends are: Yes [21] kissed someone on your facebook list: No lolololol

GENERAL… [22] how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: All of them [23] do you have any pets: 2 dogs and 1 cat [24] do you want to change your name: No, I love my name [25] what did you do for your last birthday: Just hung out in town with friends [26] what time did you wake up: 8:30Am [27] what were you doing at midnight last night: I was asleep lmao  [28] name something you cannot wait for: To see my older brother again [29] when was the last time you saw your mother: Like just before lmao [30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: I wish I took more sports instead of being lazy on the internet all the time [31] what are you listening to right now: Stuck - Monsta X [32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: yes, he’s a dick [33] something that is getting on your nerves: My homework on anatomy, i’m dumb and can’t remember anything kill me pls [34] most visited website: Tumblr [35] elementary: one of them [37] college: one of them [38] hair colour: brown [39] long or short hair: Short

[40] do you have a crush on someone: Yes [41] what do you like about yourself?: My eyes omg

[42] piercings: my earlobes and im gonna get a second earlobe piercing and maybe a helix piercing soon 

[43] blood type: no idea [44] nickname: Ari [45] relationship status: its complicated lmao rip

[46] zodiac sign: Aries [47] pronouns: she/her [48] fav tv show: Stranger things but riverdale is tied also [49] tattoos: none but I have a plan for a hip bone tattoo one day [50] right or left handed: right

FIRST… [51] surgery: no thankfully [52] piercing: my ears [53] best friend: Can’t say her name on here but I lob her alot  [54] sport: netball [55] vacation: New Caledonia [56] pair of trainers: Can’t remember what brand lmao

RIGHT NOW… [57] eating: Dark Chocolate (cramps are killing me) [58] drinking: water [59] i’m about to: Type up my report on body muscles if I can remember them lmfao someone kill me please [60] listening to: Stiil stuck by monsta x, its on loop [61] waiting for: My brother to come home to visit [62] want: more food [63] get married: no no no no not yet  [64] career: Not yet either lmao 

WHICH IS BETTER…

[65] hugs or kisses: both [66] lips or eyes: Eyes [67] shorter or taller: I dont mind [68] older or younger: Both, I don’t really care either [70] nice arms or nice stomach: Arms

[71] sensitive or loud: B o t h

[72] hook up or relationship: relationship

[73] troublemaker or hesitant: Troublemaker lmao

HAVE YOU EVER… [74] kissed a stranger? No [75] drank hard liquor? No [76] lost glasses/contact lenses? I’ve lost my glasses like 5 times [77] turned someone down: Yes [78] sex on first date? No [79] broken someone’s heart? Yes, sadly [80] had your own heart broken? Yes [81] been arrested? No [82] cried when someone died? Yes, yes I have [83] fallen for a friend: Yes, it sucks

DO YOU BELIEVE IN… [84] yourself? Depends [85] miracles? Yes [86] love at first sight? Again, depends [87] santa claus? No, rip 7 year old me who discovered the truth [88] kiss on the first date? Depends [89] angels? No idea to be honest

OTHER… [90] current best friend’s name: I have lots but I dont want to name them sorry [91] eye colour: Green/Blue [92] favourite movie: I have a lot, Monsters Inc, Lady and the tramp, warm bodies, harry potter series, The maze runner/The scorch trials, The Truman Show, The con artists, My sisters keeper, The breakfast club, thE LIST IS TOO LONG IM SORRY