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the girl wandered to pop’s for a simple cup of coffee & a pie to go. although her eyes wandered for her blonde friend, she found the second best thing instead. she wonders if jughead even notices her presence or if it’ll be a surprise. instead of walking off with her coffee, she slides into the booth across from him, welcoming herself. ‘ hey, ’ she smiles before taking a sip of the hot drink. ‘ uh– - have you seen betty today? she’s not answering her phone. ’ ━━━━ @gildedbeanie ( sc. )
Jughead was working on the novel, trying to think. Instead of Jason, Betty was on his mind. Jughead wanted to write a whole novel surrounding her instead. There was a sort of fascination that came with Betty, she was different than the rest. He couldn’t explain it.
When Veronica sat in front of him Jughead gave a polite smile to the girl. They were in the same friend group of course, but he never actually talked to the new girl.
“Hi.” He said awkwardly, fingers trying to type on the keyboard. “Oh, yeah her phone died while she was on the phone with me. Shes at her house probably asleep or something.” He said nonchalantly, but then immediately tried to explain.
“It was about the paper. The phone call.”
“The scooby-doo gang”-Riverdale
The Morning After Sentence Starters
"Get out, get out, get out, get out!"
"Do you remember anything from last night?"
"Why are you in my bed?"
"I'd offer you breakfast, but I think I'm too sore to move."
"So.. Was it good?"
"Who topped?"
"I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..."
"I should go."
"This didn't mean anything."
"We shouldn't have done this..."
"Of course I'm freaking out! You're my friend!"
"I'm guessing this was a one time thing?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I'll grab my clothes and get out of here."
"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt.."
"I made you coffee, did you want some Aspirin?"
"This stays between us."
"Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you."
"Are you sneaking out on me?"
"So, how much for last night?"
"Holy shit! she's on her way over here right now, she/he CANNOT see you!"
"Don't answer it!"
"Do you have any idea how wrong this was?"
"We're cheaters. We're horrible people. Oh god my mother would be so ashamed of me right now."
"..Do you wanna do this again sometime, maybe?"
Finally changed my icon, for some reason I haTED it. Its gone now,, we can forget about it.
@gildedbeanie !! episode based starter !!
❝ so i noticed you and betty weren’t at the variety show .. ❞ kevin isn’t trying to insinuate , not really. he was backstage , and onstage most of the time but it was true. he didn’t see them in the crowd. ❝ i mean you didn’t have to show but ──i don’t know is .. something up ?? ❞
Jughead looked up at his friend in the booth across him, picking at his thumbs. “Yeah, sorry Kev. I know you worked hard on it.” He cleared his throat and sat up in his seat. He didn’t like to slouch in front of Kevin for some reason.
“Nothings up,” He lied. “We just caught up in Polly and everything.” Jug reached for a fry at the center of the table and ate it, trying not to just take the whole plate and swallow it whole.
“I’ll tell you what, I can follow you around the next week and pretend to be paparazzi. To make it up to you.” He joked, laughing at himself. “But forreal dude, I’m sorry.” He meant that part.
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‘ SHE THINKS I ABANDONED HER, why else would she take off ? –– i told her, i told her i’d get her out of there, but it wasn’t enough. ’ panic tainted usually soft features, form pressed against the window of the bus –– their journey time increased by poor weather conditions ; being contained in a moving vehicle, while her sister was out there ALONE was its own form of torture.
Jug placed his hand on the girl’s shoulder, he had no idea how to comfort her. What do you say in a situation like this? “No she doesn’t Bets. She was probably overwhelmed.”
His hand moved to the shoulder farthest from him, his arm now across Betty’s neck. “Shes thankful for you. She knows the truth now. She’ll find you, she loves you.” He cleared his throat, he knows it isn’t an appropriate time to think about this, but his arm was around Betty Cooper.
“You and Polly are both so brave. The Cooper’s are strong as hell, if Polly has any of the same genes as you, she’ll be fine. Seriously.”
Jughead + art by Fiona Staples
Well, at least Archie knows what his New Year’s resolution should be!
Archie:
“Polly?” An eyebrow arched in an inquisitive manner. “I have the feeling I’ve missed a lot.” What about Polly? What happened? Jughead said they were fine but the words he had spoken WORRIED him. What did ‘we got caught up in Polly’ even mean?
“Yeah, of course you can.” Jughead knew he could always tell him ANYTHING, didn’t he?
Jug picked at his thumbs for a bit, not answering to Archie. He looked back up at his friend and shook his head. “Its nothing, it was just about Polly. Probably should ask Bets about it.” Jug stood from his booth and wiped the crumbs off his jacket from the food he basically demolished.
Jughead cleared his throat, guilt probably stricken onto his face. “That was a lie,” Jug sighed, taking a step back from the stronger boy. Just in case. “I kissed Betty.”
Betty:
Looking back up at Jughead, laughing slightly at his words. “You want to give me your pants? And what would you wear?” She smiled, and looked back at the counter. Picking up a cloth, she started to soak up the liquid. “Kevin probably knows, to late to call me about it now.” Betty sighed, and turned back to look at him.
Crossing her arms over her chest, looking over him a moment. How long were they being followed? Minutes? Hours? Days? Since they started this whole thing up? Someone knew what they were doing, and they wanted to make sure they wouldn’t be caught. Yet, they didn’t actually harm them. At least not at that moment.
“Archie will understand, he knows this is important.” And he hasn’t really had time for her anyways to be mad. Since the drive in incident, she hadn’t really seen much of him except for school. “Are we..” Betty danced around the words, furrowing her brows together. “Going to talk about our moment?” She gave a weak smile, trying to put a lighter note on an otherwise tense moment.
Jug didn’t say anything at first, his eyes staring down at his notebook. “If you want to I suppose.” He said softly, looking back up at the blonde. “I’m sorry about it, if you didn’t... enjoy it.” He spit out, trying to end his sentences as fast as possible, this was something he wasn’t good at. Jug wasn’t sure what went over him in Betty’s room, but he wished he had that courage every moment of every day.
“I enjoyed it. Although I did initialize it, and it wasn’t right of me to do that while you were so vulnerable. I acted like the douche from The Breakfast Club, and thats not me.” Jug picked at his thumb’s, heart pounding and his cheeks probably scarlet red.
“What about you Bets? Was it okay or?...” His eyes practically pleaded for an answer he could sleep with at night.
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Jughead and Veronica at a wild party.Jughead doesn't want to be there. (which is weirdly accurate)
Jughead leaned against the unknown peron’s wall, looking at Veronica, that was a girl who could talk to people. She laughed and flirted at all the right times. Why did he even come? He took another sip of the drink he didn’t recognize, but it was strong as hell.
He walked away from the wall and out of the view from his friend, looking for the bathroom. When he found it he locked himself in, hearing bangs on the door from people in their drunken state clamoring for a place to vomit or have sex.
He looked at himself in the mirror, “Just socialize.” He whispered to himself, breathing in and out over and over again. If he had a clone of himself with him in that moment he’d want it to punch him.
He walked out the bathroom, finding Veronica dancing to a song he knew was popular but didn’t know the name. He walked up to her, nodded his head along shyly, and then moving side to side. He hoped he didn’t look like a goddamn fool.
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“You missed it. Where were you? And Betty? Is everything okay?”
Jughead nodded at his friend, “We’re okay.” He said, looking down at the table in Pop’s. “I’m sorry I missed it. Bets and I got caught up in Polly and we lost track of time. Honestly.”
Jughead thought of only one moment while talking to Archie, he could feel Betty’s lips. It almost made him smile. He needed to tell him, but why did Archie even have to know? It wasn’t any of his business.
But he deserved to know, and Jug hated that. “Arch, can I tell you something?”
cont. from here | @perfectblnd
Jug nodded, looking back down at the notebook in his lap. “You can have mine if you want.” He cleared his throat and looked back up at his friend. “We need to know who wasn’t at the Variety Show obviously, is there any records of who bought tickets? Maybe in the office?”
Jug tapped anxiously on his notebook, he didn’t like the whole situation. Someone knew about him and Betty at the car, someone was watching them. They could be a killer.
Jug scratched his head at the side of his beanie, “Hopefully Archie won’t be pissed at us for missing his performance.” He added softly, it was something that his been on his mind ever since he heard him on the intercom. And he betrayed him in a way by kissing Betty, why would he even do that? He just hoped the both of them wouldn’t bring it up, and he somehow wished they could do it again.
❛ SCREAM SENTENCE STARTERS
“Did you really call the police?” “My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me!” “You’ve seen one too many movies!” “Movies don’t create psychos. Movies make psychos more creative!” “No, please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!” “Should I let the machine get it?” “Are you alone in the house?” “You bitch, where the fuck are you?” “Not so fast, we’re going to play a little game.” “Guess who just called the police and reported your sorry motherfucking ass!” “I think I’m dying here, man!” “I’m going to rip you up, bitch!” “What’s your favorite scary movie?” “I’m gettin’ another beer, you want one?” “I’ll be right back!” “Do you like scary movies?” “No, you listen to me you little bitch! You hang up on me again and I’ll gut you like a fish!” “Mmmm… corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pig’s blood in ‘Carrie.’ ” “Oh, my God. I thought you were dead.” “I never thought I’d be so happy to be a virgin.” “Who’s there?” “You tricked me.” “I wanna see breasts.” “We all go a little mad sometimes.” “The police are always off track with this shit! If they’d watch Prom Night, they’d save time! There’s a formula to it. A very simple formula!” “EVERYBODY’S A SUSPECT!” “If you were the only suspect in a senseless bloodbath - would you be standing in the horror section?” “She was never attacked. I think she made it all up.” “The girl has some serious issues.” “What if she did it? What if she killed them?” “Maybe she’s a slut, just like her mother.” “Teen suicide is out this year and homicide is a much healthier, therapeutic expression.” “Where do you get this shit?” “But this is life. This isn’t a movie.” “It’s all a movie. It’s all one great big movie. Only you can pick your genre.” “If I’m right about this, I could save a man’s life.” “How do you - gut someone?” “It’s called tact, you fuck-rag.” “It’s the millennium. Motives are incidental.” “Well I don’t really believe in motives. I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive?” “See, it’s a lot more scarier when there’s no motive.” “You’re not a virgin. Now you got to die. Those are the rules.” “This game is like a scary movie. How do you think it’s going to end?” “What’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Fairness would be to rip your insides out and hang you from a tree so we can expose you for the heartless, desensitized little shits that you are!” “I will totally protect you. Yo, I am so buff, I got you covered, girl.” “There’s always some stupid bullshit reason to kill your girlfriend.” “That is so sexist. The killer could easily be female. Basic Instinct.” “Why are you doing this?” “It’s all part of the game. It’s called, GUESS HOW I’M GONNA DIE?” “Who am I? The beer wench?” “Looks like we’ve got a serial killer on our hands!” “ ‘Serial Killer’ is not really accurate. Gotta knock off a couple more to get that title.” “If I may say so, you are much prettier in person.” “I didn’t kill anybody.” “You still haven’t told me your name.” “I want to know who I’m looking at.” “I thought she was dead.” “How does it feel to be almost brutally butchered? People want to know. They have a right to know! How does it feel?” “I am two seconds away from calling the police!” “They’ll never make it in time.” “Wait, I thought we were going to go out.” “Don’t hang up on me.” “I told you not to hang up on me.” “Why can’t I be a Meg Ryan movie? Or even a good porno.” “You’re not supposed to be here.” “Why don’t you wanna talk to me?” “Well, you’re not going to be alone any more, right? If you pee, I pee. Is that clear?” “It’s called subtlety. You should look it up.” “Just think - if they make a movie about you, who’s gonna play you?” “It’s so sad. Her mom and dad found her hanging from a tree limb, her insides on the outside.” “I always had a thing for ya, [NAME]!” “Cut Casper, that’s a wrap!” “What do I have to do to prove to you that I’m not a killer?” “Can you see me right now?” “You make me so sick. Your entire havoc-inducing, thieving, whoring generation disgusts me.” “Don’t freak yourself out, okay? We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”