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glaciemregiina:

“Isn’t your whole aesthetic based on being existential and especially aware?” The words were coupled with a pointed glance. Veronica thought about who she was and who she wanted to be, but she was far more of an active player than an observer. Sitting on the sidelines recording things had never been her style when there was the option to stand in the spotlight. “You’d be surprised. It’s like the Wizard of Oz when everyone’s wearing the green glasses and don’t realize that their perception is seriously screwed.”

Jughead nodded. “I know what I’m about. This is all very carefully curated. It’s a precise process,” he joked. Or at least semi-joked. He was mostly joking. Probably. Jughead raised an eyebrow. “I get that. Well not that but the whole rose-coloured life...you know what you experience, right? The Upper East Side is miles away from Riverdale.”

#veronica

regqiemantle:

“he’s a fucking loser.” annoying jughead was easily his favourite pastime because he rarely ever got to see him so heated. that behaviour was more expected from chuck clayton than it was from jughead jones. whenever reggie pushed him around, he got no response, so it was beyond amusing to see this defensive side. he understood where it was coming from, he was closer to his mom than he was to his dad but he’d still defend him to the end of the earth. an even larger smirk appeared as he snapped again, crossing his arms over his chest. “you’re protective, oh that’s cute.” he scrunched up his nose in amusement, rolling his eyes. “relax, hitchcock.. you think i’d even look at a fourteen year old?? nah.” he shook his head. “would have been a different story if she was older though.” his arms moved behind his head, stretching and relaxing. he wasn’t intimidated by his anger at all. “peel off your skin.. that’s interesting.”

Jughead didn’t even bother. He wasn’t going to try to explain to Reggie Mantle of all people why there was more to his father than meets the eye. He knew people’s perceptions of his dad weren’t the best, they expected very little of him. Deadbeat dad. Alcoholic. Gang leader. Criminal. But Jughead knew better. There was a lot more to FP just like there was a lot more to Jughead than the emo freak who sat quietly in corners with headphones in, always watching, always writing. But that would require people to actually pay attention or care. And most didn’t. He crossed his arms, still feeling angry and protective and skittish all at once. “I’m not being cute,” he said, stubbornly, wrinkling his nose at the implication. He knew he wasn’t exactly intimidating but...he’d get there. “Well she’s not, so keep your gross paws away from her, thank you,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “Horror movies give you ideas.”

#reggie

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Betty: It was fun while it lasted.

Jughead: No, it wasn't.

Betty: We made a great team.

Jughead: No, we didn't. It was a disaster. People died.

#betty #mood #//rggsvfgsghgrf oh my god #all i can think of is that screenshot from spongebob that's like #we saved the city patrick #and everything is on fire

Archie: Juggie! What are you doing tomorrow?

Jughead: Having my day ruined with whatever you're about to ask me to do.

#archie #mood

spaacemusings

i am atlas the weight of the world c r u s h e s my shoulders

it’s so heavy i’m so heavy

#mood

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There's no... yellow bricks to follow back and run from that disaster. Familiar sins come crashing in And sever forever and after. My old friend, it's time I leave you here For what's for all in frozen alabaster. Believe me. There's no place like home. There's no place like home.

#ipod

malitiosa:

YOUR STEREOTYPICAL MASCULINE SIDE

you love hoodies. you love shorts. dogs are better than cats. it’s hilarious when people get hurt. shopping is torture. sad movies suck. you own a car racing game. you played with hot wheels cars as a kid. at some point in time you wanted to be a fire fighter. you owned a ds, ps2, n64, or sega. you used to be obsessed with power rangers. you have watched sports on tv. gory movies are cool. you go to your dad for advice. you own like a trillion baseball caps. you used to collect hockey or baseball cards. baggy sweats are cool to wear. it’s kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people. green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favourite colours. you love to go crazy and not care what people think. sports are fun. you talk with food in your mouth. you sleep with your socks on at night. you have fished at least once.

YOUR STEREOTYPICAL FEMININE SIDE

you love to shop. you wear eyeliner. you wear the color pink. you go to your mom to talk. you consider cheerleading a sport. you hate wearing the color black. you like going to the mall. you like getting manicures and/or pedicures. you like wearing jewelry. you cried watching the notebook. dresses are a big part of your wardrobe. shopping is one of your favorite hobbies. you don’t like the movie star wars. you are/were in gymnastics. it takes you around one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up. you smile a lot more than you should. you have more than 10 pairs of shoes. you care about what you look like. you like wearing dresses when you can. you like wearing high heel shoes. you used to play with dolls as little kid. you like putting make-up on others. you like being the star of everything.

APPEARANCE

i am shorter than 5’5”. i have scars. i tan easily. i wish my hair was a different color. i have friends who have never seen my natural hair color. i have a tattoo. i am self-conscious about my appearance. i’ve had/have braces. i’ve been told i’m attractive by a complete stranger. i have more than two piercings. i have/had piercings in places besides my ears.

EXPERIENCES

i’ve gotten lost in my city. i’ve seen a shooting star. i’ve wished on a shooting star. i’ve seen a meteor shower. i’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. i’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator. i’ve kicked a guy where it hurts. i’ve been to a casino. i’ve been skydiving. i’ve gone skinny-dipping. i’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour. i’ve crashed a car. i’ve been skiing. i’ve been in a musical. i’ve caught a snowflake or snow on my tongue. i’ve seen the northern lights. i’ve sat on a rooftop at night. i’ve played a prank on someone. i’ve ridden in a taxi. i’ve seen the rocky horror picture show. i’ve eaten sushi. i’ve been snowboarding.

HONESTY/CRIME

i’ve done something i promised someone else i wouldn’t. i’ve done something i promised myself i wouldn’t. i’ve snuck out. i’ve lied to my parents about where i am. i’ve cheated while playing a game. i’ve ran a red light. i’ve witnessed a crime. i’ve been in a fist fight. i’ve been arrested.

DEATH AND SUICIDE

i’m afraid of dying. i hate funerals. i’ve seen someone/something dying. someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide. i’ve written a eulogy for myself.

RANDOM

i can sing well. stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant. i open up to others easily. i watch the news. i don’t kill bugs. i sing in the shower. i am a morning person. i paid for a cell phone ring tone. i am a sports fanatic. i twirl my hair. i care about grammar. i have “?”’s in my screen name. i’ve copied more than 30 cds in a day. i bake well. my favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black, purple, or orange. i would wear pajamas to school. i like martha stewart. i know how to shoot a gun. i laugh at my own jokes. i eat fast food weekly. i’ve not turned anything in and still got an a in a certain class. i can’t sleep if there is a spider/cockroach in the room. i am ticklish. i love white chocolate. i bite my nails. i’m good at remembering faces. i’m good at remembering names. i’m good at remembering dates. i honestly have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life.

#about #mood #//does juvie count as being arrested #imma say yes #also counting that video of jason as seeing someone dying #also cheryl isn't close like feelings but they're classmates so i mean #god jughead is so extra everything in death is bolded

gingerslopez:

“Oh, silly me.” Ginger slid into the booth seat across from him. “When I said ‘today’ I meant three ago. You still have my book and I’m gonna have to pay to replace it if I don’t get it back. So…do you have it?”

“Still a no, Lopez. Have you checked your locker? Maybe you lost it under all your bling or clothes or something,” he said dryly, turning back to his screen and tapping out another sentence or two. “Besides, I’m sure you can afford a replacement.”

#ginger

regqiemantle:

reggie thought it was only natural to be a mommy’s boy, though he would think that considering most of his friends still lived with their moms and were closer than ever. it was a bond and relationship he wouldn’t trade for anyone and he honestly preferred his mom over his dad. even though she drove him crazy 90% of the time. he began to toy with the waistband of his sweatpants, toying with the fabric aimlessly as he felt the urge to make a comment about jughead and how he was even lonely where his family was concerned.. but it most likely stemmed from that. reggie was cruel, but he wasn’t that cruel.

“that… sucks.” though it also meant his dad was a jerk, which wasn’t exactly surprising. he seemed like an asshole to begin with from what the newspaper reported on him and rumours — though he couldn’t assume anything from that. “and you don’t want to try and rebuild that??” there may not have been anything there to begin with, but reggie was just trying to keep the conversation going with jughead. for once. “not that you have to. like you said.. she left with your sister and left you with your loser dad.” curling his lips, reg wiggled his toes. “i didn’t know you had a sister either… is she older than you?? is she hot?”

Jughead shrugged, picking at a loose thread on his sleeve, silently appreciating that Reggie wasn’t taking his home life and running with it as another one of his taunts. He ignored the question because it was something he didn’t think he knew the answer to himself. He grimaced, shooting Reggie a look. “My dad isn’t a loser, he’s just…complicated...and sick,” he snapped, feeling defensive all of a sudden. And he meant it. Yeah, he resented him for a lot of things. The list of issues Jughead had with his dad would fill an entire notebook, and then some, but Jughead wouldn’t trade him for anyone in the world, alcoholism and all.

Jughead’s head snapped up to meet Reggie’s eyes all of a sudden, meaning every word that escaped him next. “She’s fourteen and if you so much as look at her with less than noble intentions, I will peel your skin off Reggie, I’m not kidding,” he snapped, knuckles turning white as his fingers dug into the sides of the chair.

#jughead #//LMAO #oh no he's mad

regqiemantle:

reggie had at least ten more nicknames to throw jughead’s way that he hadn’t heard yet so it was only a matter of time before he had to restock and think of more. though considering he had such a range of things to say to him, he was sure that he wouldn’t be scrambling for insults. “seems nice? she basically took in a stray and is preparing to feed him. i think she’s REALLY nice, jones.” he was just tired (hence him wanting to nap) and he was protective of the woman who raised him, even though jughead wasn’t exactly being rude about her. it was another huge indication to the mommy’s boy that he was.

“you can put that stupid beanie on until we go back inside if you want.” he only assumed it was stuffed in his pocket. he never understood why jughead wanted to wear it constantly but he assumed it was like a safety blanket. and jughead would need all the reassurance and safety in the world that reggie wasn’t going to pound him into the ground after all of this. and not in a good way. “what’s your mom like?” he mumbled, opening one eye as he thought. “or.. what was she like??” reggie didn’t know anything about jughead’s family. he didn’t want to be insensitive, but it had to be weird being doted on by someone if you weren’t used to it.

Jughead held up both his hands, palms towards Reggie, defensively, and frowned. “Dude, semantics! I wasn’t saying she wasn’t. She seems like an angel, alright,” he snapped his mouth shut suddenly, realizing he’d said a little too much, and went quiet again. He had meant it though. Seeing how kind Reggie’s mother was made the burning feeling of resentment in him towards his own mother blossom further. Who abandoned their own child? Why had she taken Jellybean but not him? It didn’t make any sense to him, still.

He shot Reggie a dirty look, but did take his beanie out, pulling it back on and letting out a breath. He already felt calmer with it on. Like he wasn’t so naked and vulnerable. He shrugged at Reggie’s question staring down at his hands. “She’s not dead or anything. She left with my little sister when I was a lot younger. I guess she got tired of my dad’s crap...anyways, I don’t remember a whole lot from when she was around. She’s back now but it’s not like we hang out much.”

#reggie #//and not in a good way LMAO

vrchibaldv:

He laughed freely at his friend’s playful indignation. “Maybe you could be a honorary boomer? They could take you under their wing and you can be all them darn kids and their lingo.” Archie said in his best cranky old person’s voice. Fist shaking and all. In that moment it was just the two of them, hanging out just like old times. The heaviness of past mistakes and tragedies was gone; because thanks to Jughead, Pop’s was no longer a crime scene, the place he had dreaded going to most after the incident, instead it was their spot again. “You’re right, what was I thinking?” He asked, chuckling before noticing the sun was setting. Checking his watch, he was surprised at the time. He’d been in there for nearly two hours.

“Oh, crap. Promised mom I would pick up some stuff from the store.” He gave his friend a small smile as he stood up and pulled out his wallet. “You can have the rest of my grub,” not like Jughead was one to let perfectly good food go to waste anyway. “and we’re on for Friday after school then?” He asked hopefully, meeting his friend’s eyes with his warm brown ones as he placed a ten and a five- dollar bills on the table, enough to cover both their meals.

Jughead laughed, banging his fist on the table a couple times as he tried to calm himself down. “You’re ridiculous,” he said, between his chuckles, as he finally calmed down enough to speak again. He frowned, but nodded in Archie’s direction. “Yeah, go hang out with your family, man. Say hi to your parents for me,” Jughead said, shooting Archie another smile. He pulled the other boy’s plate towards him and started picking at it happily. “You’re the best friend a loser could ask for,” he said, muffled, as he had food in his mouth. He swallowed, and nodded again. “Yeah, I’ll see ya on Friday. Be ready for a serious ass-kicking.”

#archie #//we can leave it here i think

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regqiemantle:

he couldn’t help the groan that escaped his lips once jughead mentioned staying. how the hell was he supposed to stick jughead for at least another hour? it was all draining if he was being honest and he was fully ready to pass out on the couch until dinner was ready. now, he’d have to at least entertain jughead in a sense or his mother wouldn’t be happy. vicky immediately told jughead he was welcome to stay again and brushed off any bother coming from his direction. it was clear she was maternal, something reggie knew jughead had basically missed out on — which was heartbreaking considering how close reggie was to his. “fine..” he growled under his breath, glancing between jughead and the back of his mom’s head.

“we’re going outside to sit and chill until it’s ready, ma.” reggie announced, clapping his hands together as he grabbed jughead by the scruff and dragged him out to his back garden, not even giving him a chance to look at his mother again. he let go off the fabric of his jacket once the door was closed, immediately moving towards the set of chairs and hammock that was hidden away from the view of the windows. “alright, daria..” he started, settling in the hammock and closing his eyes. “i don’t mind you staying for food because you look like you need a good meal..” he opened one eye to look at the pale boy, closing it again after. “but we’re going to stay quiet for the next twenty minutes until it’s ready. unless you have a burning question. no interrogations though.”

Jughead stifled the laugh he wanted to let out at Reggie’s reaction to his words, but instead he shot Vicky his best ‘I’m a good kid and I’ve never even heard of a gang in my life’ smile as he followed - or rather was dragged - outside. He settled into one of the chairs across from Reggie and raised an eyebrow as his words. “Daria? That’s a new one. You’re flexing those creative muscles, Reggie,” he commented dryly. He didn’t actually mind Daria. It was an apt comparison. Daria Morgendorffer was an icon and Jughead could only wish to be as cool and composed as her, quite frankly.

He harrumphed. “Fine. I’ll be quiet so you can sleep your highness,” he said. And he tried, really, he did. But his mind was starting to wander and that made him want to talk to make it shut up. “Your mom seems really nice,” he said, honestly. There was a biting comment on the edge of his tongue, begging to follow but for once he held it back. He could recognize it would be coming from a place of bitterness about his own family and this really wasn’t the time or the place to be taking it out on Reggie. He drew his knees up to his chest and sighed, trying to let the tension leave his body. His head already hurt enough without him holding himself all stiff because he was trying not to be bratty. He rested his chin on his knees and closed his eyes, willing the throbbing to abate.

#reggie #//shush you #no need to be sorry #and this reply is great

vrchibaldv:

“You’re like a baby boomer trapped in a 16 year old’s body, it’s weird” he teased, a fond grin curving his lips. It hadn’t escaped the athlete’s notice how sometimes Jughead’s outlook on life was different and more mature than those around him. His pursuits more meaningful than high school popularity, sports or trivial stuff like that. But other times he could be just a teenage boy, playing video games, hanging out and eating mind-boggling food combinations. Like Archie had said, weird, but he wouldn’t change anything about the beanie wearing boy. “Sounds brotastic. Just two bros chillin out super hard.”

“How dare you, Andrews? The economy was already ruined when it was handed to me - I could never be a boomer,” Jughead snarked. He stretched his legs out in front of him, the whole world and all of its problems feeling far away momentarily. Here he was just a teenager hanging out with his best friend. No gangs, no shootings, no murder. He was glad he and Archie had gotten over their hiccups from the summer. It’d been lonely without Archie by his side, even though he loathed to admit it. Jughead liked solitude, but he also liked having the one person who’d always believed in him around. He didn’t think the two things were mutually exclusive. “No way, bro. It’s more than chillin’. It’s bro-in’,” he said, cheekily.

#archie #//ik i have whiplash

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