𝐉𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐈𝐄. — 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 , 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 , 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 FORSYTHE PENDLETON JONES THE THIRD 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚠'𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚎 & 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚜. 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚑
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@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
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I was born in an abundance of inherited sadness.
Ryan Adams, lyrics to “Jacksonville Skyline,” from Whiskeytown’s Pneumonia LP (Lost Highway Records, 2001)
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.
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
happy ides of march aka the anniversary of jughead’s ( almost ) death
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 ? ”
RIVERDALE — Chapter Seventy-Six: Killing Mr. Honey
AND THEN I SAW YOU. a study of love quinn from netflix’s you. heavily headcanon based, highly selective. written by tas. #QUISMET
to the shattered woman still finding pieces of herself in the mirror.
INDEPENDENT &. PRIVATE EVIE GRIMHILDE D’ENTENÇA , BY MACY .
jughead jones and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day
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 !!!
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. ”
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.
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. ”
“ It should be amazing that we’re all so close, but sometimes it terrifies me. ”
What’s your favorite position
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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. ”