#procrastinated my pt to clean my desk and make this post. now i have no excuse :(

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It's Wednesday my dudes! I have a lot of projects floating around so I wanted to consolidate most of them in one long post. Not included is my Evenstar (because I just posted a photo yesterday), and a couple experimental unfinished pieces I don't know if I will finish.

˖⁺‧₊˚✦ Doily 14 (Yarn | Pattern)

Chugging along with this guy. I'm on row 83 out of 111 and just about to hit the second colour change. At this point it's mainly stockinette so the rows are going pretty fast for how long they are.

˖⁺‧₊˚✦ Blanket 12 (Yarn)

Slow prog on this blanket since I only work on it when I'm in bed or on the couch. But since it won't be cold enough to need this until next year I'm quite fine with that. I also think it's probably too wide but I'm not redoing it.

˖⁺‧₊˚✦ ???Mystery Top??? (Yarn)

Started this on a whim to play with sweater construction and now I do like two rows every couple days. I do want to eventually finish it but it's quite boring. Maybe I'll add some plain stockinette rows in just to make faster.

˖⁺‧₊˚✦ Shawl 15 (various colourways of Knitpicks Hawthorn)

This shawl is Haunting me. It's so pretty but extremely boring to knit and extremely slow going. Plus it's taking up two sets of needles. But it's so prettttyyyy. Eventually I'll come up with a plan to finish it but until then it lives in shame.

˖⁺‧₊˚✦ Shawl 11 (Yarn 1 | Yarn 2 | Pattern)

The first of my two "doctor's appointment" projects. I haven't really been knitting too much in the waiting room because of how bad my back is so he's barely different looking. I've been tempted recently to frog this and restart with either a different pattern or just better brioche skills but I haven't been willing to pull the trigger on it yet.

˖⁺‧₊˚✦ Socks (Knitpicks Wool of the Andes Superwash in Marina and Cobblestone Heather)

The second "doctor's appointment" project. I had enough of this yarn for three pairs of socks but haven't hard the urge to knit any until now. Nice and simple toe up vanilla socks in worsted weight is very relaxing.

˖⁺‧₊˚✦ Blanket 11 (Yarn 1 | Yarn 2 | Pattern)

Not really that much prog on this, just been super into lace knitting rn. I think this'll be fun to work on outside when the weather is nice which will be Soon.

#knitting #knitblr #wip #lace rot #wip wednesday #procrastinated my pt to clean my desk and make this post. now i have no excuse :( #i have so many doilies in my future. I want to knit them So Bad. #project: doily 14 #project: blanket 12 #project: shawl 15 #project: shawl 11

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Twist of Fate (Pt 2)

Hey guys! Part 2 is finally here after days of procrastination and exams! I quite like the direction of the plot so far. It’s something I’ve never seen before which is nice. Hope you all enjoy!

Part 1 : Here

               Betty finally spoke out, praying for the moment to finally be over. Jughead's face flushed red as he remembered she didn't know her way around.

               "Sorry, sorry. Um, yeah it's right through here." The beanie-clad boy stumbled over his words, eventually managing to form a coherent sentence. He looked over at his new roommate and noticed her eyes shining in amusement. They were walking past the open lounge area and into a hallway that consisted of 3 doors. One, that Betty assumed held residency of Jughead, had a large poster on the outside of "A Rebel Without a Cause". Betty stopped, entranced by the poster.

               "You like "A Rebel Without a Cause"?" She asked, studying the poster more thoroughly. It wasn't a promotional poster, it looked like it was made for some place called the Twilight Drive-In. Betty had heard of that place, it was in the next town over called Greendale. She often went there and put in some suggestions but soon heard it got closed down due to lack of funding.

               "Yeah, I'm a sucker for the classics. Don't get me wrong, Nicholas Ray did a great job. But I'm more of a Tarantino guy myself. I don't know what is it but I find something so intoxicatingly beautiful about his work. It's always a masterpiece, you can tell this guy loves what he does. I don't know, I guess I just respect that. True art forms." Jughead babbles on whilst Betty listened, intrigued by the topic. He was shocked that she hadn't even looked the least bit bored. He'd never gotten this far before without either being told to shut up or boring people half to death.

               "I fully agree! As a kid I used to love "Pulp Fiction" but lately I've been more about the "Kill Bill" series. And although Tarantino is possibly the best director in this generation, I'll always have a soft spot for Ray. I wish I could've lived in the 50s." Betty responds with enthusiasm and actual knowledge. Jughead is shocked. He can't help but crack out a goofy grin, maybe this roommate wouldn't be so unbearable. Although, nothing could be worse than Archie Andrews. "Also, is this from the Twilight Drive-In?" Betty thought it was a long shot but she had to ask, it was all too familiar.

               "Yeah, how did you know that?" He quipped, wondering how on earth she knew the place he'd spent his entire childhood. Jughead was very defensive over his childhood. It was filled with a lot of heartbreak, betrayal and distrust. He was born into a house that lacked solidarity. His father was a raging alcoholic; his mother was a selfish, egotistical maniac that shouldn't have been graced with the ability to reproduce. His sister was the only stability that Jughead could grasp on to. Jellybean was the only thing that he stuck around for.

               The drive-in was an important part of his childhood. He would sneak himself and JB through the back and into the crowd, just to spend at least an hour or two away from their parents. Jellybean never got enough sleep, neither did Jughead. The arguing, the smashing of fragile objects, the crying. Sometimes it got too much. His dad would come home one night, reeking of cheap booze and cigarette smoke, and then his mother would snap.

               The drive-in offered clarity and escape for the two children. Though it was short lived when social services caught the bruises on Jughead and the burns on JB. Nothing was said but the police knew what had been happening. The Jones name had a reputation in the town of Greendale. The family with the town drunk, the selfish bitch, the outcast boy and the sweet little girl. It wasn't longer before both kids were put into the social system and separated.

               How he got the poster was another story. One he isn't quite proud of but it needed to happen. When his 3rd foster family had refused to shelter him any further, he ran away. Jughead went back to Greendale. He didn't know what he was expecting, he had been gone for 6 years and as a 16 year old he didn't exactly look the same. He tried finding his parents and instead found a sight that broke his heart.

               At the drive-in, Jughead saw his father's old truck. He aimlessly walked over, expecting to see him passed out in the back. But instead he saw his father who looked cleaned up and sober, his mother who was smiling, cuddled next to her husband. But the sight that broke his heart the most, Jellybean wrapped up in both of their arms, looking like a completely different kid.

               Jughead didn't bother staying to watch the movie. Not even "A Rebel Without a Cause" could make him stay. He had been cheated, rejected and most importantly, he had been broken. Even his own family can't stand to have him around. Ripping a poster from the wall, he made his way to a destination he was uncertain of. With hot tears stinging the frozen skin of his face, he wondered why no one had the capability to love him.

               "I used to go there all of the time as a teenager. I loved it there." Betty gushed, not turning to look at Jughead but instead focusing her attention on the poster. It's not like Jughead kept it up there to torture himself, it was a powerful reminder that the past is the past . And although it may be painful, it helped us to get where we are now. Betty turned around to the door opposite Jughead's, noticing the bright yellow post-it note on the door saying "Betty Cooper's Room". The handwriting was messy but Betty found it charming.

               "Ah, yeah. That's your room. The room down the hall, just there, is my office." Jughead pushed open Betty's door and helped her to carry her stuff inside. The room was moderately large. It was about the size of Betty's room back home, maybe a tad larger. The walls were neatly painted a pastel green that looked almost white. It was furnished with all the necessities; a bed, a walk in wardrobe, a desk and a tall lamp tucked away in the corner. She seemed to have her own bathroom as well. A low set window sill was parallel to her bed, it was very wide. Betty already had ideas of all the aesthetic Instagram photos she could take. The view was incredible.

               "This room is beautiful. Are you sure the rent is high enough?" Betty stared, doe-eyed. Jughead didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell the truth, not yet. Instead he merely shrugged, offering her a boyish smirk. "That's not exactly an answer Mr..." Betty trailed off, suddenly realizing she didn't even know her own roommates last name. Then again, they had only met 10 minutes ago.

               "Jones. It's Mr. Jones." Jughead offered, still smirking at the blonde haired girl stood in front of him. He looked down at his watch, noticing the time. "Well, I better leave you to unpack and get settled. It around 4 now so when do you want dinner?" He asked, opening the door wider to step through. Betty nodded, quickly throwing her backpack onto the ground before beaming up to him.

               "You cook?" She asked, amusement evident on her features. At first, Jughead wanted to reply saying that he was forced to learn due to his prior parents being a waste of space. Instead he settled with a wink.

               "I can do a lot Cooper. Eating food is a huge hobby of mine." He threw back, chuckling slightly. Betty returned with a small giggle and unzipped her suitcase, pulling out items of clothing and packing them into the wardrobe. She seemed to have a lot of clothes, this reminded him of Veronica almost instantly.

               "I'm a good cook too. How about I start packing now and come help you at around 6? It can be a roommate bonding session." Betty joked, disappearing and reappearing whilst putting her stuff away in various locations. He statement make Jughead's heart swell. He didn't know this girl but she seemed nice enough. He truly did believe they were going to get on just fine. Maybe he could add another member to the Scooby gang. Which, at the moment, only consisted of him, Archie and Veronica.

               "Sure, Cooper." Betty poked her tongue out playfully at his remark, watching him pace out of the room. She continued packing but at a faster rate this time. A huge part of her couldn't wait for 6 o'clock. Jughead walked into the lounge and threw himself onto the couch next to Archie, who was playing Fallout 4 on the 65" flat screen Jughead got gifted last year.

               "How's the new roommate? Lasting well without me and Ronnie?" Archie's eyes were glued to the screen but Jughead could tell he was teasing. Slapping his arm softly, he was about to reply when the front door swung open. Stood in a navy blue dress, obviously accompanied with pearls, was the raven-haired princess Jughead learned to love. She had a huge grin spread across her deep red lips, her eyebrows raised in anticipation. Speak of the Devil and she shall appear.

               "Where's this new roommate I've heard so much about, Juggiekins?" She too teased, coming over to embrace him in a hug, placing a firm kiss on his cheek. Instinctively, he wiped his cheek which only making Veronica smirk. Betty heard someone come in and decided to check out who it was. Little did she know what kind of surprise would be hitting her.

               As soon as she walked into the room and saw Veronica, her heart stopped beating. God seems to have graced Betty with one of the greatest gifts she could've asked for. It seemed almost too good to be true at this point. When Veronica spun around the meet Betty's gaze, her jaw fell. Her lips were parted and both girls stood in shock. Jughead and Archie sat, confused at what was happening.

               "Ronnie?" Betty beamed hopefully. The next few seconds were a blur, The girls ran towards each other at full force, knocking them both onto the ground. They were hugging whilst loudly crying and muffling incoherent words. Jughead was beyond confused by now. How did they know each other? After what felt like forever, the girls separated. Both were crying yet smiling so happily.

               "I can't believe you're here. This is so crazy!" Ronnie cried out, pulled Betty into another hug. Archie was about to speak up until Ronnie pulled back again. "Boys, this is my long-time internet friend, Betty Cooper. We lost touch sometime last year but, oh god am I glad to see you." Veronica explained. "We have so much to catch up on, come on!" In an instant both girls were at their feet, running into Betty's room and closing the door.

               "Wait. I'm confused. So your new roommate is best friends with your sister?" Archie whispered quietly, not wanting the girls to hear. Jughead was still in a state of shock. How had he never known about Veronica knowing Betty? At dinner he'd always heard her babble on about this friend she had but he never listened. Now he's starting to wish he did.

               "Don't ask me pal, we're in the same boat." He spoke out, still bewildered. How is it that the girl he chooses out of 50 other applicants, just happens to be his sister's best friend? That's not a coincidence, that's the work of the lord above.

               Jughead didn't want Betty to know that Veronica was his family. It'd bring up too much personal family stuff for their friendship at the moment. In time, he wants to share everything about himself. Who he really is, his job, his family, his aspirations. But right now, the story was far too complicated and Jughead was in no frame of mine to give that out.

               He reminisced about the past. The heartbreak after the drive in, the weeks alone in the cold, Hiram Lodge spotting him sleeping behind a dumpster in Brooklyn. He was on the brink of death but the Lodge's took him in, treated him like a son. They fed him, built up his strength and gave him a warm place to sleep. Jughead was forever in their favor. It wasn't long before the adoption occurred and Jughead was officially Forsythe Jones-Lodge. Though he preferred to go by Jones. He may hate his family but Jones is more fitting for such an obscure name.

               "Maybe it won't be so bad. Betty doesn't seem like the type to judge. Just tell her about the past and tell her about the Blue and Gold. Stop building up walls and refusing to knock them down." His red headed friend squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. Jughead couldn't though. The sad look in Archie's eye only proved that Arch didn't believe he could either. It takes time to trust. Even if he feels like Betty will be different, he didn't want her to be his reckoning.

I hope you all enjoyed this part 2! It’s slightly longer but not as long as I’d like it to be! After I get my exams out of the way I’ll be able to write more! These two weeks cannot come fast enough. As always, feedback is very much appreciated and it warmed my heart to see how many of you loved part 1! There’s gonna be a lot more!

((Subtle plug but my asks are open too if anyone wants to send in prompts for a one shot or just generally wants to talk! I don’t bite ;P))

**PART 3 : here **

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