𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 — 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀

[jughie]

𝐉𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐈𝐄. — 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 , 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 , 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 FORSYTHE PENDLETON JONES THE THIRD 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚠'𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚎 & 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚜. 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚑

carrd   ,   full navi   ,   verses

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

I was born in an abundance of inherited sadness.

Ryan Adams, lyrics to “Jacksonville Skyline,” from Whiskeytown’s Pneumonia LP (Lost Highway Records, 2001)

[jughie]

𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙲𝚈 ,

           she  comes  from  a  town  where  she’s  both  VILLAINIZED  and  put  on  a  pedestal  ,   depending  on  who’s  telling  the  story  ,   and  which  version  of  nancy  they  knew  .   was  it  pre  her  mother’s  death ?  post  tanking  her  grades  and  college  ,   falling  into  mysteries  that  had  this  supernatural  aspect  to  it  .   

           nancy’s  lips  quirk  up  ,   glanced  at  the  beanie  clad  boy  .    ‘  it  certainly  wouldn’t  be  the  first  time  ,   nor  the  last  time  i  suspect  .  ’    just  an  inkling !  plus  ,   looking  at  her  track  record  …  well  ,   she’s  been  in  jail  at  least  two  times  for  the  past  year  ,   so  .   it’s  a  good  thing  she  has  thick skin  .    ‘  nancy  drew  -  ’   she  greets  just  as  easily  ,   taking  his  hand  and  giving  him  a  firm  grip  ;   this  girl  never  really  did  know  how  to  be  soft  .    ‘  visiting  .   but  long  term  ,   i’m  assuming  .  ’    she’s  decided  to  give  into  the  mysteries  ;   they  all  her  calling  ,   after  all  .    ‘  you  a  local ?  ’  

“   suspicious   newbie   who   is   𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘   𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃   𝐓𝐎   being   called   suspicious,   ”   he   sucks   in   a   breath   before   lightly   pushing   it   out   as   a   laugh,   “   we   are   in   the   makings   of   an   agatha   christie   novel.   ”   then   again   when   WASN’T   riverdale   ?

“   yeah,   𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍.   ”   depending   on   how   one   looked   at   that   fact   it   was   debatable   whether   it   was   GOOD   or   BAD.   there   had   been   a   time   where   jughead   might   have   been   scorful   that   he   hadn’t   escaped   yet,   now   he   found   the   thought   of   leaving   difficult   at   best.   “   well   nancy   drew,   𝙸   𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴   𝚃𝙾   𝙰𝚂𝙺,   what   brings   you   to   a   place   like   this   ?      ”   with   all   headlines,   more   people   were   scared   of   from   even   an   inkling   of   an   idea   to   visit.

[ncydrw]

          who  knows ,  if  she  never  showed  up ,  what  could've  been  ?  there  goes  the  most  𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍  this  town  has  ever  seen .  𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔  .   they  say  she  was  seen  on  occasion  pacing  the  rocks  staring  out  at  the 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐀  .   and  in  a  feud  with  her  neighbor  ,  she  stole  his  dog  and  dyed  it  key  lime  green  .   sable’s  house  sat  quietly  on  that  beach  ,   free  of  women  with  madness  ,   their  men  and  𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬  ,  and  then  it  was  bought  by  𝒎𝒆  .  

               𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝  𝐛𝐲  𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞  𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐜𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰.𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫.𝐜𝐨𝐦

[jughie]

happy ides of march aka the anniversary of jughead’s ( almost ) death

[jughie]

𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙲𝚈 ,

           /  @jughie·  …  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 !

                     fingers  are  scrolling  down  the  news  of  RIVERDALE  ,   nancy  drew  would  never  be  in  a  new  town  without  knowing  the  deal  of  the  place  ,   without  being  as  aware   (  as  she  could  be  )  what  was  happening  in  this  little  place  .   a  VACATION  ,   bess  had  said  ;   a  quaint  little  place  with  quaint  little  people  .   their  personal  brit  wasn’t  very  good  at  research  ,   was  she ?  

                 ‘  another  small  town  ,   more  big  unsolved  mysteries  -  ’   nancy  hums  to  herself  ,   blue  hues  taking  in  all  the  information  of  a  place  called  RIVERDALE  ,   many  murders  peppered  into  their  history  .   alas  ;   nancy  has  a  bad  habit  of  forgetting  that  in  a  new  town  ,   they  hear  her  words  .    ‘  so  much  for  relaxing  for  a  week  away  .  ’  

               it  can’t  be  helped  ,   for  theories  are  already  spinning  in  her  head  .  

with   every   day   there   was   a   new   mystery   that   𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍   𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗,   enveloping   the   residents   in   what   felt   like   a   game   of   cat   and   mouse.   to   learn   of   new   bodies,   new   suspicious   happenings   —   it   was   all   beginning   to   feel   a   bit   NORMAL.   but   that   didn’t   make   him   any   less   curious.

“   keep   soliloquizing   about   the   𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡   𝐨𝐟   𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫   𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧   and   people   are   going   to   find   you   suspicious.   ”   riverdale   was   unkind   to   OUTSIDERS,   it   seemed   in   recent   year,   at   its   ever   darkening   core,   distrust   was   rampant.   it   was   safer   not   to   believe   in   those   who   didn’t   call   riverdale   home   and   safety   was   a   quality   in   short   supply   these   days.   he   sticks   out   his   hand,   small   grin   gracing   his   features,   “   jughead   jones.   you   𝙽𝙴𝚆   𝙸𝙽   𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙽   ?   ”

[atealiers]

RIVERDALE — Chapter Seventy-Six: Killing Mr. Honey

[quismetarc]

AND            THEN            I            SAW            YOU.      a      study      of      love      quinn      from      netflix’s      you.      heavily      headcanon      based,      highly      selective.      written      by      tas.      #QUISMET

[vanltys]

                    to the shattered woman still finding pieces of herself in the mirror.

INDEPENDENT    &.    PRIVATE    EVIE   GRIMHILDE   D’ENTENÇA  ,     BY  MACY  .

[jughie]

jughead jones and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

[jughie]

on this fine night i am thinking about how jughead was accused of trying to burn down the elementary school simply because he was playing with matches and he had to spend time at juvie bc of it and the reason there was such a reaction was likely just because of where he grew up and who his parents were and nothing about it was fair !!!

[jughie]

𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙰 ,

HE   WASN’T   WRONG      ———            she   knew   that   much,   but   it   didn’t   mean   she   wanted   to   hear   it.   lazy   hand   was   waving   off   his   comments,   that   usual   starlet   and   WINNING   SMILE   forcibly   stretching   over   her   lips,            “         well,   i   consider   it   an   acquired   taste.   not   everyone   appreciates   hidden   gems.         ”         near   hesitation   filled   her   once   he’d   stepped   aside   and   her   pride   was   swallowed   down   as   she   crossed   the   threshold            ———            there   was   no   going   back.      it   felt   very   much   like   a   scene   out   of   her   favorite   movies,   STEPPING   INTO   A   WORLD   she   wasn’t   familiar   with   and   part   of   her   wondered   if   this   was   karma   finally   catching   up   to   her.

placing   her   purse   near   the   foot   of   the   couch,   attention   drifting   around   the   place   like   she   needed   to   scan   it   for   clearance            ———            something   about   it   screamed   home   in   a   way   that   never   resonated   with   her   at   the   pembrooke.            “         snacks   are   around   ?   like,   they’re   just   MISPLACED   STRATEGICALLY   around   this   quaint   place   ?         ”            manicured   brow   arched,         “         i’m   guessing   you   don’t   have   any   chilled   cucumber   water   with   lemon   zests   ?         ”            nose   wrinkled   as   her   head   nodded   towards   the   bag   of   chips   he   was   holding,            “         are   those   good   ?         ”

scoff   slips   out,   how   easy   it   was   to   speak   highly   of   a   WORLD   IN   RUIN   when   you   didn’t   live   in   it.   “   i   think   your   dad   took   the   acquired   part   𝚊   𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎   𝚝𝚘𝚘   𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢.   ”   there’s   only   a   whisper   of   malice,   directed   more   at   the   monster   who’d   never   be   so   bold   to   visit   the   homes   he   likely   dreamed   of   DESTROYING.   “   we’ve   got   some   bottled   water,   it   wasn’t   harvested   from   the   glaciers   of   norway   but   it   doesn’t   have   flesh   eating   bacteria.   ”   head   tilts   to   the   side,   voice   dry,   “   or   is   that   too   poor   for   your   taste   ?   ”   he’s   never   been   embarrassed   of   where   he’s   from   but   something   about   the   𝙿𝙸𝙲𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴   𝙾𝙵   𝚆𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙷   standing   in   his   living   room   suddenly   has   him   feeling   like   there’s   something   wrong   with   the   way   they   live.

“   easier   access.   sometimes   i   write   in   the   kitchen,   sometimes   the   living   room.   ”   he   stares   at   her,   expressionless   as   he   bites   into   a   chip,   urging   himself   to   be   angry.   she   looks   at   his   home   as   if   it   should   be   quarantined   and   bulldozed,   deemed   UNFIT   for   anyone.   “   if   by   good   you   mean   𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐬   𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠,   yes.   ”   and   yet,   she   stands   there   seemingly   lost   and   a   little   bit   shattered,   and   he   can’t   find   his   fury.   arm   extends,   offering   the   bag   of   chips   to   her   with   a   short   nod,   “   go   ahead,   take   it.   we   can   always   order   pop’s   too.   ”   

his   eyes   look   up,   clashing   with   brown,   “   any   chance   you’re   𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚃𝙻𝚈   seeking   some   advice   ?   cause,   and   don’t   take   this   the   wrong   way,   you   don’t   exactly   hang   out   here.   it’s   cool   to   see   you   but   a   person   can   only   have   so   much   trouble   in   paradise   before   the   paradise   is   LOST.   and   my   intuition   is   telling   me   maybe   it   was   lost   a   long   time   ago.   ”   

[jughie]

jug never meant any offense by anything he wrote after high school, and certainly not towards the serpents. he wasn’t trying to mock or belittle the traditions, the serpents meant everything to jughead and he thought if anything he was making them out to be heroes who should be celebrated. he’s crushed to learn that’s not how it came across and he’s even more destroyed by the fact that in writing a story inspired by them, it’s ruined friendships he cherished.

[jughie]

𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚈𝙻 ,

“ i  do  tend  to  win  whatever  battles  i  fight … ”  @jughie·

“   and   SURELY   you   haven’t   had   𝚊   𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎   𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝   in   quite   some   time.   come   on,   you   can’t   get   more   𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓   𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄   than   riverdale.   we   need   your   help,   cheryl.   in   fact,   i’m   inclined   to   argue   we   can’t   do   it   without   you.   ”

[atealiers]

“ It should be amazing that we’re all so close, but sometimes it terrifies me. ”

[cool-dad-deactivated20240526-de]

What’s your favorite position

1st place on rainbow road

[jughie]

𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙰 ,

“         jughead.         ”            forced   pep   in   her   tone,   strained   smile   gracing   her   features   yet   it   never   quite   reached   her   eyes.   it   started   with   red   bottom   heels   stopping   in   their   tracks            ———         stepping   up   these   familiar   porch   steps   and   realizing   that   even   in   her   time   of   need,   HER   TIME   OF   UTMOST   PERIL   and   the   thunderous   beating   of   her   heart   was   too   much   to   fall   asleep   with,   she   couldn’t.   not   anymore.   and   so   she   found   herself   trudging   through   unfamiliar   terrain,   heels   digging   into   bare   dirt.   TOO   TIRED   TO   CARE,   too   concerned   with   just   not   wanting   to   be   alone   under   the   same   room   as   dear   old   daddy.

“         YES,   SOMEONE’S   DEAD.   my   soul.   my   beating   heart   has   been   ripped   out   of   my   chest   and   stomped   on   with   thrift   store   knock   offs.   it’s   splattered   all   over   pavement.   so   i’m   here   because   i’d   rather   get   my   FAVORITE   LOUBOUTINS   A   LITTLE   DIRTY   than   spend   another   minute   in   my   equally   large   but   incredibly   suffocating   bedroom.         ”            a   tad   dramatic,   but   like   vivien   leigh   said,         PEOPLE   WHO   ARE   VERY   BEAUTIFUL   MAKE   THEIR   OWN   LAWS.            a   deep   intake   of   breath,   all   pretenses   dropped,            “         well,   jughead.   are   you   going   to   invite   a   girl   in   ?   she   can   only   stand   so   long   at   the   door   before   shame   starts   to   catch   up.         ”

gaze   narrows,   something   was   amiss   𝚒𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍   𝚘𝚏   𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚜𝚔𝚒,   that   much   would   be   obvious   even   if   his   home   wasn't   an   experiment   on   how   THE  OTHER   SIDE   lived.   and   like   all   mysteries   that   had   yet   to   be   undone,   he   found   himself   falling   victim   to   the   inquiring   part   of   his   soul.   he   rolls   his   eyes,   “   yeah,   yours   and   mine   both.   ”   arms   cross   defensively,   “   you   do   realize   if   you   have   a   problem   with   thrift   store   knock   offs   you’re   in   the   WRONG   part   of   town,   right   ?   considering   this   is   𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲   𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞’𝐬   𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲   𝐨𝐰𝐧   𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐝   𝐫𝐨𝐰.   ”   

yet,   the   woes   of   broken   homes   were   not   ones   he   wished   on   himself,   nor   anyone   else.   he   steps   aside,   motioning   for   her   to   enter   his   𝙷𝚄𝙼𝙱𝙻𝙴   𝙰𝙱𝙾𝙳𝙴.   “   consider   yourself   lucky   no   one   saw   you   and   your   telltale   heart.   i   can’t   say   my   neighbors   would   be   too   congenial   given   the   opportunity.   ”   in   their   eyes   she   was   THE  DEVIL’S   DAUGHTER   and   as   it   was,   it   wasn’t   a   refuge   for   northsiders.   he   steps   further   inside   and,   opening   a   cupboard,   he   reaches   for   a   small   symbol   of   relief,   a   bag   of   chips,   “   can   i   get   you   anything   ?   soda’s   in   the   fridge,   snacks   are   around.   ”