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@serpentside
breaking news: in the r.iverdale fandom, incest is more acceptable than a.rchie a.ndrews wanting to be w/ a man!!!!!!! also, you were planning to give your favourite character representation by making them poc instead of wonderbread? forget it! that’s inaccurate character portrayal...sry :/
also watch out for racists and homophobic assholes in the r.iverdale comm !
raise ya hand if u want me to follow u from my new oc after i finish setting up his pages ✋
can i get some honest opinions on these icons pls !
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
you and wrecksthings are going to WRECKME
not one (1) day has gone by where tumblr user rebecca @wrecksthings hasn’t wrecked me too. this is a callout
@colesprouse: What year is it?
I. WRECKSTHINGS / ANDREWS, A.
‘ WHAT, THE WINDOW THING ? ’ typically, it soars right over his head. there’s room for a moment of delayed realization, but he’s too easily distracted to reap the benefits. he stands up, moves to check the knobs on the amplifier and nudge at pedals and wires with his sneakered foot, playing through a couple of scales to make sure everything’s set.
‘ conscious enough, juggie. besides — even if you’re not, aren’t you the one who said you could play this in your sleep ? ’ the curve of his smirk tips upward, spreads into a grin. ‘ we’re still in c - major, like last time, but i wanna try a quicker hook before the bridge. good ? ’
❛ NO, TH––FORGET IT. ❜ another twirl of the drumstick, this time over the index with the push of his middle finger, again and again and again to keep busy. he’d been practicing more in between rolls and rudiments, which meant no more bruised knuckles, and no dissonance when it spins away from his grip to thwack against one of the cymbals.
another minute shift, adjusting his footing on the bass drum pedal. ❛ i can. watch and learn. ❜ from there, the transition is seamless; the drumsticks strike together in a three count to set the tempo, and it isn’t long before his heart drums to the same beat. if it’s cliché to say he loses himself in the music, then he’d like to hear a better analogy –– because for those three minutes and forty - nine seconds, everything else around him is awash in shades of grey.
honestly i love @serpentside so much and it’s not just that cute ‘i love u’ thing everyone says on tumblr y’all i’m straight up in love w/ this woman and it’s been 4 years and i still wake up next to her every day fucking floored by how lucky i am ?? like ?? ? i did that . i get to have this every day i get to wake up w/ the love of my life fuckin spooned up on me ,, not 2 brag but ! four years ! i love my girlfriend !!
I. PCRFECTDAUGHTER / COOPER, B.
ROLLING HER EYES, in a playful manner and chuckling when she’d felt the bump of of his elbow, she shakes her head at the mention of her mother. ❛ she doesn’t HATE you. she just has her, ways of dealing with things. you know how crazy my family are. especially my mom. ❜ with the mention of polly however, she sighs with a raise of her eyebrows. ❛ thankfully, less screaming and more CARING for Pols, i just hope her babies are healthy, under all the stress polly went through, especially at the blossoms. ❜
❛ PRETTY SURE SHE DOES, but i’ll just take your word for it. ❜ because she knows her own mother better than he does; or, at least, that’s the consensus –– but does anyone really know their parents in this town ? do they even know each other ? he decides to ruminate on that later, focusing instead on the coopers, and their plus two. ❛ i don’t say this often, so take it for what it’s worth. as cliché as i know it sounds, if those babies are anything like polly, then they’re fighters. have a little faith. all the gothic house of horrors crap would probably spook anyone, but if something was wrong, you’d know it by now, right ? is she getting, uh ... prenatal care ? ❜
❛ ... that’s what the S stands for ! cred.
I. WRECKSTHINGS / ANDREWS, A.
‘ SO I GUESS ROMANCE ISN’T DEAD. ’ but give him a second to work through that mental image, because for some reason all he’s picturing is a chorus of birds in beanies. which, honestly, helps nothing.
he does eventually finish the task at hand, twisting keys and plucking strings ‘til each note sounds right — he’d bought one of those electric tuners and subsequently lost it the same afternoon, to no one’s surprise. a mild glance at jughead. ‘ we’re good, dude. i mean, unless you wanna throw something else at me before we start — ’
❛ ... ROMANCE, HUH ? ❜ tongue darts over his bottom lip before his mouth presses thin, arms folding across his chest. he’s waiting, fighting the urge to break character; imagine being the only one in the room who gets the joke, and you’ll understand how difficult it is to bite back laughter.
finally, he surrenders, and ignores the feeling that had begun to swarm in the pit of his stomach prior. ❛ it’s chivalry, archie. ❜ with that, and the flicker of his gaze when he knows the other isn’t looking, he gives one of the sticks a spin between index and middle finger and situates more comfortably. ❛ still debating. seriously, though –– don’t ever wake me up that early again. i don’t even know if i’m fully conscious. ❜
I. VAINMANTLE / MANTLE, R.
❝ ——— maybe, but my good looks are still intact aren’t they ? ❞ while jughead is truly in the best position to see such attributes, he is also met with a rare glimpse of softness behind them. how lucky of him to have been allowed witness. fingertips brush over disheveled tresses of raven hair below the fold of signature beanie, before ultimately curling into their waves as he brings his lips to meet his treasure’s. against fluorescent light is the tilt of his head exposed in the gentle collision, shameless as he leans into its depth.
DESPITE HIMSELF, he finds the fabric of reggie’s shirt beneath the curl of his fingers, chin tipping upward to greet the kiss; it’s gentle, kind, and so unlike what he knows this awful boy to be outside these four walls. now, he’s someone else entirely, touching him like something that should be cherished.
it's the fingers through his hair and the tenderness of his kiss, the way reggie’s lips mold to the shape of his that makes his pulse climb, beating against the hollow of his throat.
there’s been times, more often than not, where he forgets you’re supposed to close your eyes. times where he knocks teeth, times where he reels back and scowls because he isn’t used to it. because he doesn’t want it. but this isn’t one of them. from here, the kiss breaks, almost too abruptly. a breath is drawn. then, their lips meet for the second time, and a palm rests at the nape of reggie’s neck to keep him close. to feel the warmth of his skin. he doesn’t mind this, as long as everything is still on his terms.
“ you’re either with me or against me. ”
a meme i can’t find / @serpentside !
‘ RIGHT — LET ME THINK ABOUT IT, HUH ? ’ for about three seconds, and then his poker face slips and he starts grinning big like the lovesick idiot he is. they’re not always like this ; some days, or weeks, jughead isn’t in the mood for this kind of intimacy. the heated kind, hands and mouths charting familiar courses over every accessible inch of skin. and that’s fine with him, because he doesn’t actually need it : just being near each other is enough.
but that doesn’t mean he won’t take full advantage of it, when it does happen. that’s what he’s doing now, no holds barred, catching lips already swollen from kisses and nipping playfully with his teeth. he wriggles back a little on the couch, circles an arm around narrow hips and leverages one swift motion to hoist his boyfriend closer — and it’s stopped sounding weird, the ‘ b ’ word ; he wants to tell everyone, wants to yell it from the roof of a building so the whole town knows. he’s never been less ashamed or more sure of anything in his life, which is terrifying but not in a bad way. nothing about this is bad. nothing.
distantly, between the buffets of sensation that feel so much like losing yourself, he considers what people might say when this does finally get out. he doesn’t care, but jughead does — not out of shame, he doesn’t think. more an aversion to the door it opens, the sort of shit he’ll be handed by people like the football team or maybe the kids at south side high. mouth moves from lips to jaw, that vulnerable spot behind his ear, down across his throat, up again to his lips, and none of the rest matters. not the gossip or the barbs or any of the rest of that white noise he can’t care about. it’s worth it ; he’s sure of that, too.
with him because he always has been, as friends, and as lovers, and as both — enduring and unconditional. only against him in the most literal sense of the phrase, the most physical, hands rucking underneath fabric to ghost the soft skin of his back. a murmur, if that.
‘ — ‘cause i think i can be both. ’
I. WRECKSTHINGS / ANDREWS, A.
RESPECTIVELY, HE DOESN’T PRETEND THAT THE combination of noise, his own poor aim, and the look on jughead’s face, didn’t draw out a peal of laughter. because it absolutely did. and it absolutely will again each time he replays it, at inopportune moments, for the next three weeks.
‘ really ? huh. what was all that chirping i heard this morning, then ? wasn’t you, was it ? ’
THE DRUMSTICK HAD FALLEN somewhere between the cymbal, the toms, and the snare –– just out of reach, but that didn’t stop him from stretching out a leg to try dragging it out with his foot. when that doesn’t work, he twists in his seat to pluck one of at least thirty from the milk crate behind him.
gaze flickers back to the ginger - haired boy, eyebrow quirked, the corners of his mouth hooked in a small grin. ❛ if you’re implying that i was standing outside your windowsill trying to serenade you awake with my incessant twittering, keep in mind that i only do that on wednesdays. ❜
I. ORDINARYBEAUTY / COOPER, B.
❛ oh goody !! now, i know how to pack so you won’t take it before you’re meant to ! ❜ rosy lips purse together ; weak attempt at keeping smile in the shadows. though, joke would not allow it. blue gaze soon moves from him towards her own bag - planning next move carefully. ❛ if walking takes so much energy, should i not give you most of them after we get there ?? that way you regain energy lost, juggie. so, maybe we should get you three now, & those five later. - deal ?? ❜
❛ BETTY ! ❜ his pitch raises, exaggerated and quite possibly overdone, while holding a hand over his chest in scandal. she wouldn’t dare. ... would she ? convincing himself she’s out to starve him, the corners of a downturned mouth deepen, hand dropping back to his side. ❛ it’s plausible, in theory, but i still think you should let me have five now and five later ! where is ‘ here, ’ anyway ? my brain function actually decreases when i haven’t eaten, so if you want me to remember this time, it’s gonna cost ya. ❜
I HAVE AMAZING ABS, BY THE WAY, ——— rock - hard.
