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[stcndcll-a]

deathlywails:

“I’m just making sure that you aren’t going to try and screw that up. She and I aren’t exactly FRIENDS, but I don’t think the school could handle a heartbroken Justin Foley.” Would he really be heartbroken, though? Lydia doubted he had actual feelings for Jessica but it was her job to ‘protect’ the newest popular kid’s status, wasn’t it? “I mean, all those romance novels where the guy gets the girl to leave her boyfriend? Stuff like that doesn’t happen in real life.”

         “yeah well, congratulations. you get your fucking fantasy come true. now fuck off lydia. i don’t need another fucking reminder about my life.” his locker slammed with force as he turned to leave. anger was already bubbling at it’s core and he wanted to get out of there before he made a scene. if that happened, he might never get jessica back. 

[stcndcll-a]

serpentfamily:

He was quick to spot him, waiting for the other to sit down. “Let me guess: assholes that you actively hang out with?” His eyebrows lifted at his words briefly. A quick glance outside showed no new cars belonging to said douchebags so at least they hadn’t apparently been followed. Not for the moment, anyways. “I really don’t get why you hang out with them anyways. Considering I thought you and Hannah used to be friends and you just called them a ‘group of assholes’.” There was a reason Jughead preferred being alone and this was one of the reasons. But not his solitude was being imposed on by him. “So what exactly do you want to tell this FREAK that you couldn’t tell someone else a little higher up on the social ladder?”

           “you don’t understand.” alex started. though, if only alex could tell someone outside of the group of thirteen then, it would make everything a little bit easier. it would make decisions easier and it would make him less inclined to follow through the thoughts he’s been having. “all this shit that’s happening. but if i leave their side. if i show that i don’t care anymore. they’ll think something’s up. and they’ll act on it. not like i care what they do anyways.” the possibility of those who forced themselves into alex’s life having the ideas to cause him deep harm or to bring him close to death didn’t scare him. he wanted to tell jughead all that was happening but, he couldn’t. was it for his own skin about what jughead will think of him or was it the possible facade that he was keeping up for jughead to hide hannah’s real experiences. 

[stcndcll-a]

dollyhoused:

            the secrets were growing irritating.      everyone around her seemed to be hiding something or another.      “apparently you don’t.      but if you are set on not telling me why its a bad idea, then i’m going to do it.”

          “you obviously don’t know the dangers.” he muttered, looking in all directions before giving in. “alright. let’s do it.” 

[stcndcll-a]

deathlywails:

@stcndcll

Practically the whole school had seen Alex get the shit beat out of him and those that hadn’t had heard about it. Maybe there was a time Lydia had been seen with Montgomery and the rest of the popular kids but since the ‘incident’, she had distanced herself from most everyone. Before, she would have shrugged off the fight like it was none of her business but not this time. Lydia approached him in the hallway, eyes looking over the mess of a face. “———You look like hell.” Unlike before, there was an underlying tone of concern to her words, a bit surprised by the aftermath, “Are you okay?”

             even though the pain itself had stopped. well, more like he became numb to, it was still obvious there was still pain that pulsed from his wounds. montgomery was much bigger than him in multiple ways. socially and physically. there was no way alex standall was going to win that fight but, something in him forced him to jump. the held back emotions of losing his best friend to so many different horrible reasons---him being one of them---was now becoming hard for him to stomach. “i’m fine.” he muttered, his eyes never met her. how could he? he only had one working eyelid. “do me a favor, lydia. leave me alone.” 

[stcndcll-a]

serpentfamily:

What was he supposed to say next? His eyes moved over the form of the other, deciding if he even should say something else or just leave now that he had apologized. For an aspiring writer, it was funny how Jughead could be at a loss for words. Maybe he was just better with a keyboard rather than actually saying how he felt about something. “Are you trying to compose or just play?” he finally asked, nodding to the guitar. Considering how Jughead often avoided most school events, he hadn’t ever really heard the other play to begin with.

             there was a second as alex stared at his base. the one thing that used to bring him happiness and then he quit hours before the actual performance. there was a bit of regret that ate at him for that spur of the moment decision but, there was now nothing he could do about it. yet, his fingers still were placed on the strings as if he were about to play at the band concert. “just play.” he muttered, though his hands dropped from the positions and suddenly the instrument felt heavy on his shoulders. “it’s stupid, ya know? i quit jazz band even though i put so much of my life into it. i thought it made me someone but.. it was just another waste of time.” 

[stcndcll-a]

serpentfamily:

@stcndcll

He had waited for the band room to clear out but saw no sign of the striking blond hair with the others as they herded out. He waited a couple of minutes before heading in to see the final member: Alex. It wasn’t easy to get much past Jughead. Considering he was the FREAK of the school and had limited social interaction, he could just sit back and observe. Observe how a group of people from normal groups had gravitated towards each other, how whispers of ‘TAPES’ had gone around between them. No one paid attention to him. No one CARED about him which just gave him an advantage. So why not start with Alex?

“Got a question for you, Alex.” His own headphones were resting around his neck, his personal cassette player pulled from his pocket. “I don’t suppose you know of anything good on tapes, do you? See, I’ve worn most of mine out from listening to so much and it’s hard to find any. I figured I’d ask you since I’ve heard some talk about cassette tapes.”

             the band teacher had pulled him aside for some last minute advice before the concert that was happening within a few days. focus, deep breaths. you got this alex. don’t choke up. seemed easy enough without the constant thoughts swirling around his head. but his teacher didn’t know that. his teacher didn’t know what was going on in his student’s lives. all alex did was nod and agree. he would follow the advice. don’t choke up. it’s easy. his teacher had left and it only left alex there to practice the last of his music before heading home. with music, it seemed more helpful to him for the notes to be memorized than to be staring at the sheet for the entirety of the show. if he needed, the music was in front of him. but the confidence was there. 

            but then, he wasn’t alone. the face that no one recognized without a little help from a face to name. jughead jones. stalking toward him with a face of determination. then the words started flying and the subject on tapes was entered. alex suddenly couldn’t breathe. his hand was tight on his base as jughead through some obvious questions about the tapes that were going would the thirteen reasons. “i don’t..” he started. “know what you’re talking about. i don’t have a cassette tape player nor do i have tapes to listen to. you’re asking the wrong person.” lies. all of it were lies. it was plain as day what jughead was asking. though, what did he know? who had told him about the tapes? “why don’t you ask tony. he’s your guy about tapes.” his base strap was pulled off and his hands started to push his music into one folder before closing it. 

[stcndcll-a]

✂ ( bc i love pain apparently )

meme || @svnsorium / SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING (im guessing this is for jessica kaaaaay) 

            the door had opened and, with the razor deep into his skin, he was already far too gone. the skin was torn from his wrist down to his inner elbow. and the blood was running. some marks were new and others were scabbed over. but no one noticed when he would wear long sleeves on hot days. though, her suspicious eyes seemed no never leave his sight as he would walk the halls with a sort of trudge. right hand over his left forearm. at times, whilst in class, his fingertips would delicately rub across the scabbed cuts. feeling the bumps of his skin and how rough it was. 

           and now she was here, staring at him with her normal surprised/bitchy face as blood ran down his arm. he didn’t do it because he lost her. he did it because he lost both of them. he had no one. not like these two. the blood was now dripping at his finger and onto the floor as he desperately tried to look her in the eye. “jessica…” only her name made it passed his lips and it seemed her name was all he could say to her. now that she wouldn’t accept anything he would say. 

[tokijin-deactivated20170926]

[chinesegook]

I reblogged this once and found $999 on the floor.

Reblog the Money Susie and you’ll have money coming your way too 💵💵

[mareya]

Holy shit I just won the lottery this really works

[tomblogger]

How do you find $999 on the floor?

[chinesegook]

I Reblogged The Money Susie Thats How .

[iwiazumi-deactivated20150910]

DO NOT!!! SCROLL PAST!!! THIS!! REALLY!! WORKS!! i didnt really believe in things like these but when i saw it on my dash i thought, well, why not, ive really been needing money for the new game i want to buy anyway. and i hit reblog. the next day my mom gave me $100 in CASH and when i asked her why she said that she just felt like increasing my allowance!!i dont know if shes going to keep on giving me $100 allowance so im reblogging again just to make sure

[coolcud]

Fuck it

[spiderkiths-remade-deactivated2]

Does it work?!!! Or is it a fraud?!

[tokijin-deactivated20170926]

Those Who Question The Money Susie Will Suffer 500 Million Years Of Debt

[daringdraconicdeity]

The real question is why the heck she stuffed money up her nose do you hAVE ANY IDEA WHERE THAT’S BEEN?

[tokijin-deactivated20170926]

[kittensinswimmingpool-blog]

Hi

[virtueofjoy-blog]

Wtf why does this work???

[stcndcll-a]

✂ (gdi heather)

meme || @serpentfamily / SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING (ik i suck) 

             blood. it ran through his veins freely without forced escape. exit wounds would have him staring at the crimson red for more than just your average second. it made him feel something as it would drip from his nose, leak from his lip, run down his arms after the razors finished its job. a deep cut. not too deep to need stitches but, deep enough to feel pain and to watch the blood slide from his arm in the attempt of closing the wound. his first time doing it, the razors hurt. but, now he was weeks in from doing it daily; he was used to the pain. in his own mind, he deserved it. for what he did. 

            he hadn’t heard the doorbell of the unexpected welcome of jughead jones. his focus was to watch the blood as it fell onto his covers. stuck in some type of trance as the pain was coursing through his body. a long exhale as he raised the now blood dripping blade to his pale skin. the back of his forearm was easy enough to hide. no one questioned his attire. much less take note of it. the blade pressed deep into its chosen spot as there was a knock at the door. the knob turned and it struck him he forgot to lock it. though, when he hit face to face with jughead jones standing in his doorway, razor blade still deep in his skin as blood dripped from its newly opened wound, there was a sense of relief that it wasn’t a family member walking in on him doing this. though, that feeling was quickly burned at the stake as the look of horror crossed jughead’s face. 

            “jughead.” alex croaked, pulling the blade from his arm. now realizing the damage that has been done to his skin. already scarred but smooth pale skin. yet the horror did not hit him as it did jughead. but he took the already blood ridden towel and covered the cuts. yet, as the blood soaked into the white crimson spotted cloth, alex looked away from his friend. a loss for words hit him and there wasn’t anything he could say to explain himself. there was only the silence that engulfed him. yet, another thing croaked from his lips.“don’t… don’t tell my dad.” the thought of his police officer father finding out about alex’s weak act toward the terrible things that were happening to him, he couldn’t bare another lecture. 

[rp-meme-slut]

Send "✂" for your muse to walk in on my muse while they're in the middle of self-harming

[stcndcll-a]

deathlywails:

@stcndcll

“You can’t really blame Jess for dating someone else. It’s an——” Her lips puckered slightly in thought, looking the male up and down before her nose wrinkled ever so slightly, “UPGRADE for her.” Not that Lydia would ever think the douchebags from the football team were a good choice (some weren’t so bad) but they were still something of a symbol of STATUS.

         her words stung like wasps attacking his skin over and over again. though, she was right. it was an upgrade from him. a loser that barely could amount to anything other than play a stupid instrument on a stage without fucking up. who jessica davis was dating now, he was more athletic inclined. alex was a twig. he was nothing. “yeah whatever.” he muttered, reaching into his locker for a distraction. “fuck off will you.” 

[stcndcll-a]

serpentfamily:

He leaned against the doorway, arms folded like a form of defense and eyes on the ground. There was a silence between them at first as the words were stuck in his throat. Such things didn’t exactly come easy for Jughead but he managed finally, “I came to say sorry. About how I treated you last time. I get it, I do. I just had to LASH OUT for some reason.”

            he knew how he felt. the lashing out. alex once did the same in a different form. paper form. destroying every little bit of happiness he had with just the scribbles of his hand. “it’s fine.” he muttered, a little stutter mixed in. something he still couldn’t shake. the awkwardness that filled alongside the scent of alex’s room made both boys uncomfortable. well, mostly alex. his base was sitting on his lap, fingers in the position to strum but where was the muse?

[just-six]

‘I’m fine’ was my favorite lie.

six word story // books-n-life (via just-six)

[stcndcll-a]

         “jessica..” there was hesitation in his voice. though she was there. sitting there across from him. arms folded as normal. resting bitch face staring at him, waiting for his answer. but his tongue was tied and his words were shot. what was he to say to a girl that has already been said. nothing could be said to her that she wouldn’t accept. 

@svnsorium || sc. 

[stcndcll-a]

           “soo... is there a reason you called me here?” hopefully not to speak about jessica davis. that was the last person he wanted to talk about. even the thought of her churned his stomach. 

@dollyhoused || sc. 

[stcndcll-a]

           “clay i’m pretty sure that’s not sanitary but what am i to tell you.” 

@helmctboy || sc. 

[stcndcll-a]

          “why did you come back..?” it was obvious that the other was pissed beyond belief when their first encounter after the incident got around. alex thought that jughead might’ve never came back. 

@serpentfamily || sc.