@ncrthernheart
No title available

Janaina Medeiros
macklin celebrini has autism

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
almost home

JBB: An Artblog!

Andulka
AnasAbdin

tannertan36
hello vonnie
Peter Solarz
🪼
Sweet Seals For You, Always
sheepfilms

Kaledo Art

Discoholic 🪩
ojovivo
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Today's Document
h
seen from Nicaragua

seen from Canada

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Philippines

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Argentina

seen from India
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
seen from Brazil
@icecoldlodge-blog
@ncrthernheart
How do you feel about Cheryl getting so close to your beau? Threatened?
Threatened? Please! Cheryl’s hardly the hot mess that’d attract Archie’s carnal attentions. Orange isn’t his flavor. Any ‘getting close to’ between the pair of them would be strictly platonic. Unless those rumors about Jason are real and wouldn’t that be some juicy gossip!
coreyxbcrton:
There was much to be found in the small town for Corey to find a shred of joy in; something he had discovered piece by piece over the course of his decade in Riverdale. Losing a soccer game, getting sick, or shrugging off his stepfather’s latest hazing were all on his list of least-liked activities, among others, but damn near every experience was rendered obsolete as soon as he got his hands on one of these treasures of happiness in particular: Pop Tate’s gooey, gorgeously messy chili cheese fries. He had just ordered and was searching for a seat, the reasoning behind his latest purchase was simple: he didn’t want to go home yet. Maybe he’d do some homework, watch some videos. Yet a raven-haired girl had called him out on his staring, and with crimson cheeks he responded. “I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to stare. I’m just a huge fan of the book you’re reading, it’s really good,” he said genuinely. “And thanks for the suggestion. I’d agree but I’m more into cookies and cream myself. I, uh… again, sorry.” He was slightly more flustered than he usually would have been, but why? Why could he have sworn the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up? She was truly nice.
Her quasi stalker blushed, how cute. Small town boys were so adorable. And he read! That felt like a rarity. Probably gay. She could scope him out for Kevin. Someone their age and not a gang member would be good for him. Besides she was bored. Veronica smiled wider. “Cookies and cream? Do you like the cookie or the cream part better,” she asked him with a gleam in her eye. Veronica waved away the sorries. “Apology accepted, since you have such great taste in literature and shakes.” He looked like she should know him but she couldn’t seem to dredge up a name for him. But how dangerous could a blushing teen boy be? Besides Andre and his tacky footwear was surely lurking nearby. “You’re welcome to sit, I wouldn’t mind the company.” It wouldn’t be a bad thing to expand her circle of acquaintances. “I’d say we could have a mini-book club but I’m not done reading yet, no spoilers please!”
ncrthernheart:
“I didn’t mean to,” Archie replied, snapping out of his odd hovering at the edge of the booth. Things were admittedly still feeling a little weird between them since his confession and although Veronica had been an exceptional nurse, losing his molars on her father’s behalf was honestly a lot for a person to handle, much less a kid. The worst part was that he didn’t know if it actually brought him closer to Veronica or not when she seemed to be convinced that he’d gotten abducted over puppies and became reluctant to kiss him like he’d suddenly contracted oral herpes.
He tested his theory by gravitating closer to her side of the booth, leaning down to meet her mouth only to have her retreat like a magnet.
Archie cleared his throat and slid into the seat next to her, resigning to his fate of being perpetually stuck in the dog house, even though he couldn’t figure out what for.
“I’ve had like, four milkshakes today. I need to get something else in me before I die.”
Veronica couldn’t stomach kissing Archie yet while he still looked like a tall chipmunk. Honestly, she’d sucked him off that should be enough affection for now. The fact that he seemed determined to push that disfigurement on her was a little annoying.
His words had her arching one perfectly groomed eyebrow in his direction. “Archiekins, I don’t think you can eat yet. Your face still resembles a Macy’s balloon. Maybe you can ask Pop to blend up a burger for you. Or soup. I can whip up some more of that soup I fed you, you seemed to like that.”
By whip up she of course meant have Andre obtain some more. Veronica wasn’t sure where it came from or what had been in it, nor did she particularly care. She wasn’t eating it. But it had been good for helping Archie get back on his feet again. A feat considering the size of his face now. “Any idea when the swelling is supposed to go down?” Hopefully before school pictures or major dances.
All Cheryl wanted was a nice, cool bottle of cherry cola, her usual order at the diner and a good enough distraction from her mother’s business as any. Sadly, there was something about Pop’s retro atmosphere that seemed to attract all kind of shady folks once the sun went down and even this night did not seem to be an expectation. Tonight, however, did seem to be just a tiny bit special. At least Cheryl thought so when she spotted a person alone in a booth who might not have been a complete waste of space. In fact, the redhead figured she might just be able to get something out of this. And would she really be a Blossom if she didn’t at least try?
“Do you mind if I sit?”, Cheryl asked, a sugarcoated smile on her lips as she slipped into the booth, as usual not even allowing them the time to reply to her question. After all, their answer would hardly have stopped her. “Why don’t you let me buy you a milkshake?”
Veronica was bored, Betty was who knew and Archie was off slapping asses and slamming into other sweaty guys at practice. There was literally nothing to do in this town. It had been charming at first but that charm had quickly worn away to boredom. Which meant Pop’s. Tonight she was scrolling through twitter on her phone, seeing all the fun her old New York crowd was getting up to. Even Cheryl was a welcome distraction from that.
Veronica’s smile matched Cheryl’s, two alpha females sizing each other up. “Of course not, I’d love the company.” It wasn’t a lie. Cheryl could be great fun just as often as she could be a real bitch. Sometimes she was even both at the same time. “That’s so sweet of you, but not necessary. In fact let me get you one. Let me guess, strawberry?” Cheryl had that whole red bombshell aesthetic down. Veronica appreciated a good aesthetic.
Pop’s wasn’t really the ideal place to sit and read a novel but it was when you wanted to be seen reading a novel. It had a certain aesthetic appeal. The lighting resembled a soft neon bi pride tumblr post. Veronica knew she looked good in it. Then again she looked good in every lighting. Perks of good breeding. Riverdale offered so little real amusement she had to take what she could get. Besides a girl like her was born to be seen, not sit in her bedroom. And seen she was. She could feel a pair of eyes on her but she didn’t acknowledge them right away. A subtle reminder that she was better than them, and worth the wait. Finally she looked up from her book. “A few more seconds and that’ll be considered creepy,” she told them with a smile. “Having a shake at the ol’ Chock’lit Shoppe? I suggest chocolate. But if you’re feeling really daring you should go for a malt.” It was like she was stuck in a Norman Rockwell. Nothing to do but make the most of it while subtly making fun of the whole earnestness of it all.
@icecoldlodge
Never cross a Lodge.
the lost weekend
Why would you want to share Archie with someone else?
You act like he’s lipstick I’m letting everyone use. It’s not about sharing, Archie’s my boyfriend. And I want him to be happy. If that means an occasional tryst with the poster boy for Hot Topic, so be it. Jughead at least has some redeeming qualities on occasion.
do you ever get scared of getting caught up in your own little game?
If that’s a worry for you, you’re not playing the game right.
Are you happy with yourself?
Have you seen my clothes? My bestie? My boyfriend? I have the best life, why wouldn’t I be happy?
Do you see yourself as the hero or the villain in your story?
In my story? I’m the heroine of course. Everyone should be the heroine of their own story. If you’re not, you should fix that!
👀 what's the real deal between you and andrews?
He’s mine, what else do you need to know?
Close your eyes and think of five things that make you smile when you think about them. What are they?
Daddy’s checkbook
Louboutins
Chocolate croissants
Mimosas
Chanel lipstick
👀 what is the deal with you and andrews? are you together? separated? sub and Domme?
sub and domme? What is this Fifty Shades of Grey? You should look into better quality entertainment. Something your mom isn’t hiding in the bathtub reading.