we watch as our young hearts fade

Indie Archie Andrews from the CW's Riverdale. Strictly show-based. Established August 26th, 2017. Selective & Mutuals Only. Mun is 26; NSFW themes may occur. WRITTEN, LOVED, AND FREQUENTLY SHAKEN BY ADDY

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PSA: 

This is the official notice that this blog is closed!  Archie can now be found on my multi-muse, @weightofworlds. 

if it’s your turn on a threat & you would like to keep it, feel free to just respond & tag that blog in it, & i’ll simply write from there. if it’s my turn and you’d like to keep a thread, just let me know. (there are a few i’ll be transferring like on my own. if you’d like to drop them, just let me know!)

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PSA: 

This is the official notice that this blog is closed!  Archie can now be found on my multi-muse, @weightofworlds. 

if it’s your turn on a threat & you would like to keep it, feel free to just respond & tag that blog in it, & i’ll simply write from there. if it’s my turn and you’d like to keep a thread, just let me know. (there are a few i’ll be transferring like on my own. if you’d like to drop them, just let me know!)

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moving!

hey guys! i am in the process of moving archie & fred to a multi muse. i am the worst at juggling blogs & tend to forget they exist while i’m on another, & i don’t want that to happen with archie - or any of my other active muses. 

i’ll still be here for a few more days, as i finish getting things set up, but if you notice @weightofworlds following you, that’s me! :) i hope to see you over there -- if not, I understand!

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bcysnextdoor:

Jughead stared balefully at his red-headed friend when he asked him how he knew, his first answer being that Archie was part-canine and sensed danger and his second being that he just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time as he was wont to do. He didn’t answer, though, swallowing down his skepticism in lieu of expediting the intervention– or whatever this was. He glanced down the corridor in search of cameras and sad-eyed relatives that he hadn’t seen in ages with crocodile tears in their eyes.

“Ow! Fuck,” Jughead hissed, stealing a glance down at his arm where he had been pinched– or thought so anyhow. He shoved up the sleeve of his jacket in search for a wound and found nothing, no fingerprints, no irritation or swelling. His expression loosened, softening with bemusement as he ran his fingers over the crook of his elbow to ease out the sting.

“Coincidence,” he snapped indignantly. “What exactly are you trying to get at, Archie? That we’re empathetically linked by pain? This isn’t FanFiction.net, man. Things like this don’t happen in real life.”

            Seriously? Jughead wanted to be skeptical and impossible when Archie’s face was still throbbing from a punch he hadn’t received? Seriously? “Dude, I’m not sure how this is coincidence, since it’s happened about ten times now!” He pinched his inner arm again, harder this time because, in the back of his mind, it would hurt Jughead more than it did him. 

            He winced; unfortunately, it still hurt like a son of a bitch, and Archie wasn’t really one for self-harm. The redhead dropped his hand and crossed his arms, glaring at Jughead. “Convinced yet, or should I go bang my head off the wall for a while? You’re already giving me a headache, so I doubt I’ll even notice. But you will.” 

           Archie knew exactly how stupid this sounded. He knew how impossible it was. The idea of a soulmate was the stuff of romantic movies and novels, and it had never been something either of them had expected -- but it didn’t make it untrue. What else would explain this bizarre connection? Or the bruised, burning sensation in his eyes when no one had touched him? "What other explanation is there, then, Jug? Because I’d love to hear it. Anything’s better than the idea of falling on the floor in the middle of Pop’s, or class, or whatever, because you can’t control your temper and stay out of fights!” 

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townwiithpep:

@adecentman

“do you and ronnie want to go on a double date with me and betty?” betty had sent him to ask, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to do it. he was actually pretty excited at the prospect of it. it had been a while since he and archie had really hung out. pretty much since he joined the serpents.

              Archie smiled at the offer, his first, instinctive reaction to agree enthusiastically. Spending time with all of his closest friends in a group was something he hadn’t gotten to do, lately, and he missed it. But his smile faded, slowly, as the idea really sunk in. He and Jughead hadn’t truly spent any time together for a while. Would it be awkward, now? Would they have anything to talk about? Would Ronnie and Jughead fight the whole time about the Southside, and what the Lodges were trying to do? There were a lot of uncertainties. 

             “I’d like that,” Archie said finally, a half smile quirking the corners of his mouth. “If you want to, that is.”

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i have a pizza for dinner, & after a shitty, shitty week, it has put me in a very good mood. (my standards for happiness are low, okay?)

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           COGNITIVE  ASSESSMENT !

tagged  by ; @joneshead tagging ;  @socialpariah, @bcysnextdoor, all the people who want to do it haha

alcoholism. amnesia. anxiety. appetite loss. binge eating. co-dependence. cynicism. defensiveness. denial. depersonalization. depression. derealization. devaluation. displacement. dissociation. drug abuse. dysphoria. emotional detachment. flashbacks. flat affect. guilt. hallucinations. hypersomnia. hypervigilance. hypochondria. idealization. insomnia.intellectualization. introjection. isolation. low self esteem. narcissism. night terrors. obsessive compulsion. overeating. panic attacks. passive aggression. paranoia. phobias. projection. psychosis. rationalization. regression. repression. restrictive eating. risky sex. self-harm. somatization. splitting. sublimation. suicidal ideation. sleepwalking. suppression. thousand yard stare. triggers. trust issues. violence. whiplash temper.

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Jughead: (to serpents) If I run and leap at Archie, he will most definitely catch me.

Jughead: (to Archie) COMING IN

Archie: jug. Jug. JUG. JUG NO!!

Archie: *drops guitar*

Archie: *catches Jughead*

Archie: i hate you so much

[movedthefuckouttahere]

//. @joneshead & @oftroubledsouls

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socialpariah:

DESPITE HOW HE had acted before, jug felt safer somehow with his friend’s arm slung almost protectively over his shoulders, as HEAVY as it felt. whether that was because arch had been BULKING up or he had lost more weight than he thought, he didn’t want to spend too much time debating. he could feel mr. a’s eyes on him still, but he just COULDN’T bare to lift his eyes back to meet them, instead letting arch guide him out && into the truck.

❝ it’s fine arch ❞, he answered, knees pulled up to his chest, his feet on the old leather bench seat, his limbs forming a LITERAL barrier between him && all the things he didn’t want to deal with. it was with quiet thanks that they finished the ride BACK to his trailer in relative silence, the PEACE of it only breaking when jug noticed his dad’s bike parked out front. ❝ FUCK - - - ❞, he spat, his barrier crumbling as his limbs untangled && he desperately grabbed at the door handle. his plan more or less ended there ; maybe if he got the door open he could fall under the wheels of the truck before archie noticed && tried to brake. that would be a FAR better fate than … 

❝ where have you been, boy? && why is the place a fucking wreck ❞, fp slammed a hand on the hood of the car before jug could make his escape, an ACCUSING finger pointed directly at him like the barrel of a gun.

          Jughead’s shoulders were thin under Archie’s arm, but even with that worrying development, the redhead was sad to let him to let him go. But it was necessary to get in the truck, and he wasn’t entirely sure that Jughead was okay with that much contact, anyway. He hadn’t pushed Archie away, but he hadn’t given any indication of feeling anything other than grateful to be away from Fred, either. 

           The ride back to the South Side passed quickly -- too quickly, judging by Jughead’s reaction to the motorcycle parked outside the trailer. “Jughead, what --” Archie tried to figure out why his dad’s presence would upset the other boy so much, but the passenger’s side of the truck was already empty, the slam of the door echoing in the confined space.  

          The Jones men were already facing off when Archie managed to get out of the truck and join them, tension making his shoulders ache and his brow furrow. “Sorry, Mr. Jones, that was my fault,” he said, sliding between the two of them without acknowledging the anxious cramp in his stomach. “I came by to get him to help me with some homework.” It was a complete lie, of course, but for most parents, it would be enough. “And then he wasn’t feeling well, so I brought him back.” 

          Archie used his most winning smile, the one that made teachers call him ‘trustworthy’ and a ‘good kid,’ even when his homework wasn’t done and he’d failed his latest reading quiz. “I was actually hoping he could spend the night. I haven’t gotten to see him much lately, since the move, and I’d really like the chance to catch up.”

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Jughead: When have I done anything rash or irresponsible?

Archie: I keep a list. It’s alphabetized.

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someone do things with me & distract me from the awful day i am stuck in the middle of. pleaase.

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Jarchie Aesthetic

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bcysnextdoor:

Jughead rolled his eyes at Archie’s obstinate allegiance to the boy scouts of America with his puffed up chest and bravado as if Jughead had lost enough brain cells to try and throw anything at Archie Andrews. For one, he couldn’t afford a hospital bill and for two, despite everything that had happened between them (for everything that didn’t happen between them), Jughead still begrudgingly held onto their friendship like a kid and his unwashed baby blanket. 

“What are you, my dad now?” Jughead snarled beneath his breath despite himself. He turned and waved his leather-bound friends off with a surly ‘don’t bother waiting up’ before marching up to Archie’s side.

The walk back to the Andrews residence was a familiar one filled with all kinds of childhood nostalgia and maybe he had always been the one that didn’t belong but Jughead never felt more like a foreign presence in Archie’s Northside neighbourhood until that very moment as he walked past white picket fences and dainty petunia flowerbeds in his blood-stained boots and shredded knuckles.

By the time they were in the house, Jughead’s adrenaline and fury had weaned off and left an exasperated smudge of a boy in Archie’s living room. “What is it, Arch? This better be good.”

          Archie almost retorted that no, FP would have been throwing punches alongside his son -- but that seemed like an unnecessary escalation of the situation. He didn’t bother to wait for Jughead to send his friends home; he wasn’t in the right mindset to play nice with people who hated him, not with his face stinging from blows he hadn’t even taken and a terrifying, anxiety-inducing conversation on the horizon. No. He was definitely not socializing with Serpents on top of that.

        So instead, Archie wisely ignored the comment and led the other boy back down the street to his house. Once they were inside, he moved straight to the living room, and settled down in the corner of the couch, felling like it gave him some kind of -- admittedly weak -- defense against what could be a seriously painful conversation. Maybe avoidance hadn’t been such a terrible idea? Maybe, for the good of of their friendship, or what was left of it, Archie should just ignore -- 

          No. Jughead was here, and Archie had promised explanations. So he was going to suck it up, ignoring the sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach, and talk. 

        “Good,” Archie said with a huff of uncertain laughter. “I guess it depends on how you look at it. You probably won’t think so.” Jughead didn’t scream hopeless romantic, after all, not like Archie. And with everything going on in their lives lately, the redhead couldn’t help but think he was going to be left staring at a slammed door when Jughead ran off. “Did you wonder how I knew you were fighting? When you were nowhere near Pops?” It wasn’t a direct line from there to soulmate, but Archie figured out it was as good a place as any to start. “Or why when I do this --” He pinched the inside of his own elbow, hard, and ignored the pounding of his heart and the hot sting of pain, looking expectantly to Jughead. “ -- you feel it?” 

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FANDOM: riverdale AIR/PUBLISH DATE: january 26, 2017 FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOUR FANDOM: i love the amount of people who write aus & develop their own headcanons and do things with these characters that the writers had never dreamt of. FAVORITE CHARACTER AND WHY: well. S1 it was Archie. I loved him. But now things have happened & i am not pleased. (aka mob man arch wtf). now, i’d have to say my favorite character is probably FP Jones. He’s unapologetically flawed, has actually seen consequences for his actions, and is still obviously trying to be a better dad -- even when it doesn’t quite happen.  OVERRATED CHARACTER:  honestly? i think Veronica. FAVORITE MINOR CHARACTER: Sweet Pea :) OTP: does jarchie count? also FP/ Alice! NOTP: archie / grundy BROTP: also jarchie. but i love Fred & FP. and Betty & Veronica. and Kev & Betty! OVERRATED SHIP: bughead.  UNDERRATED SHIP:  archie/val! SHIP YOU DIDN’T EXPECT TO LIKE:  archie/val! i was like, ‘oh yay, filler. why.’ and then i got attached. CROSSOVER SHIP: i have none! FAVORITE PLOT LINE:  umm. Archie finding out about FP being in the Serpents. Archie pursuing music -- hanging out with the Pyussycats, giving up on football, learning music. Basically, S1. Give me back S1.  PLOT YOU WOULD HAVE LIKED TO SEE:  anything with Jarchie on the screen together? particularly, them talking about Serpent things. also, give me more of Fred and Alice and FP’s past, please. FAVORITE VILLAIN: Hiram Lodge LEAST FAVORITE VILLAIN: fucking Grundy WHO WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH IF YOU WERE IN THE FANDOM: ummm. honestly? i don’t think i’d want to be friends with any of the main characters! Kevin, maybe! FAVORITE FIC: a moon without a tide by angeburrger and lyxxie LEAST FAVORITE FIC TROPE: uhhh i don’t think i have one! SONG IN THE FANDOM: waves by dean lewis (it’s in my blog title!) SONG THAT REMINDS YOU OF YOUR CHARACTER: brother by kodaline

tagged by: @perfectioncursed

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Comforting-Edition {Sentence Starters}

"Hey, it's okay. They won't find you here."

"You don't have to tell me anything. You just have to relax."

"Shh. It's okay. I won't let go of you."

"Have you been crying? What's wrong?"

"Just listen to my voice. Breathe."

"Do you want some tea? Would that help?"

"You can tell me what's wrong. I won't judge you."

"Don't let go of my hand. I'll keep you safe."

"Are you crying? Come here. Let me hug you."

"You're going to be fine, I promise."

"Here, you can snuggle under my blanket. I'll protect you."

"We can stay here until you feel better. I don't mind."

"Just take a breath. Tell me what happened."

"They won't be able to reach you here, I swear."

"No, no, no don't cry! It'll be okay!"

"I brought you a (drink). Are you feeling better?"

"I brought you a cookie. Now, I demand the payment of one smile."

"There's nothing here. You're safe."

"It's gone. I chased it away!"

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send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

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joneshead:    

He shook his head lightly, not very much or very fast for fear that his headache would only be worsened, but it was a silent dismissal of his best friend’s apology. He understood, knew what had to be done. And the stinging of his open wounds were nothing compared to what had already happened. He’d proven what he had to, right? That he could withstand it all in his loyalty to the Serpents. His mouth parted stiffly as he felt Archie bite the inside of his own cheek, but focused instead on the way the boy’s hands shook. He wanted to reach out, but he wasn’t so sure he would be any consolation just then.

“Yeah – it’s the last part of initiation,” he said flatly, eyes flickering back up to Archie’s. “I – I didn’t know … Not when I first decided,” he added, his expression almost imploring the other to believe him. It was true. He’d known in advance, but not when he had first walked into the Whyte Wyrm and voiced his intentions, not when Sweet Pea and the others had burst through his bedroom door with the beast. Only later, after he was too far along to want to turn back.

He should have said something.

Guilt over that would haunt him forever now, knowing that Archie had felt every blow in time with him. He scowled, eyes closing as his features became more tense, but he released it all with a soft breath. “I don’t want to - to lead them. But North Side and South Side are going to tear each other apart without him there …” So yes, that was what he was doing. He took another deep breath and felt a slight stab in his lungs. “I just need ice and rest, Arch,” he said, a little deflated. “Seriously,” he added, hand finally reaching up to touch the other boy’s arm. The pads of his fingers brushed gently over the material of his jacket before his hand locked around his arm loosely. “If it gets worse – I’ll go.”

            Part of the initiation. These people beat their friends within an inch of their lives -- for what? Archie couldn’t imagine what it proved to them, and he felt sick thinking about it.  He’d done what he could for Jughead’s face, aside from ice and a painkiller, and he would grab those as soon as he felt like he could let the other boy out of his sight for more than a minute without freaking out. So he let his hands drop back into his lap, and nodded once, signaling that he’d heard. 

          “I believe you,” Archie promised honestly, since that seemed to be what Jughead was looking for. And he did. Jughead might hide things, but Archie didn’t think he would ever lie directly to his face like that. Maybe to others, but not Archie. “Doesn’t matter, I guess. It’s your decision. All of it.” The redhead’s voice was dull; it had been a long day, and this conversation was one he’d hoped he wouldn’t have to have. “A heads-up next time you know you’re going to get the hell beaten out of you might be nice, though. That way I can make sure I’m not in public. Or, you know. Conscious.” He smiled, trying to tease and falling a little flat.

           “Ice, yeah. And probably a pain killer.” Archie’s words were decisive, and gave him a purpose -- something to do with his hands. He patted the back of Jughead’s knuckles when he reached out, not wanting to pull away and damage anything that was so fragile between them, and squeezed his hand gently. “I’ll be right back.” He had a sneaking suspicion Jug was going to try to convince him to leave-- but Archie had his mind made up already, and he wasn’t going anywhere. Not that night, anyway. What if Jughead really was bleeding internally, and was alone when something went terribly wrong? 

           Archie put some ice from the freezer in a baggie, then wrapped it in a kitchen towel before filling a glass with water and finding a half-empty container of aspirin in the trailer’s kitchen. He carried it all back to the bedroom and gave it to Jughead, then settled back at the edge of the bed. “If this doesn’t work, I’ll drag you kicking and screaming to the ER,” he told Jughead stubbornly, still overly aware of the pain his best friend was in, thanks to feeling it in his own body.