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ARCHIE! @archluck
"It officially smells like ass in here -- open a window, dude.”
"You can't just sit there and wait for life to come to you. You have to go out and get it."
TVD STARTERS!
“You really don’t vibe with my whole life philosophy, do you?” That much was already obvious, but it felt necessary to say even in sarcasm from his position on the sofa, a bag of chips open on his chest and an empty bag on the floor ( but those were cheesies, so it was different ). He lulled his head backwards into the sofa. No, Jughead Jones didn’t want to waste his life doing nothing, but there was a part of him perhaps too miserable to make it outside just then. He wanted to wallow, and Archie was often good at doing that with him, though usually it was because Archie too had something to wallow about. “Dude, you don’t get it. You know who’s out there? Betty. And well, uh – you know I obviously appreciate Betty. As a friend and all.” And maybe some more than just that. “But Arch … I have to tell you something.” He could hear how ridiculous he was sounding, almost like Archie did when he had girl drama. But this was a whole other world of crazy from where Jughead sat. A hand leaned against the back of the couch, he pushed himself up a little further, drumming up the seriousness that matched the severity of the situation.
“She kissed me.”
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' you're always gonna be the coolest person i'll ever meet , dude . ' he's smiling, a tired and reassuring look. his foot jerks, bumping lightly against the outstretched ankle of his greatest pal. equal exhaustion drags them both down, for similar yet entirely different reasons. ' i know i'll... i'll never get what you're going through, but i do know i'd never handle it as well as you have. '
RANDOM PROMPTS.
Coolest. Archie sure did have funny ways of wording things, especially considering no one else in the entire population of Riverdale might think to call him cool. But none of those other opinions mattered, and Jughead took it simply as it was meant, and returned that feeling in kind. That the redheaded boy sprawled next to him was the best friend he could have, that no one could ever outdo him in any of the things Jughead thought important. Everyone knew how compassionate he was, his good natured heart, his willingness to do anything for his friends ... But Jughead felt lucky to know all the other sides too, almost uniquely in that position. He’d wondered idly from time to time why exactly they’d been able to stay friends, best friends, for as long as they’d had. High school had a way of separating people, even without the lycanthropic card up one’s sleeve. They were interested in such different things, and yet it remained they were practically inseparable. Whatever it was that glued them together, he was glad for it.
“That’s bogus, dude.” At face value, he might have thought the redheaded boy was just talking about the werewolf situation, the gruesome past he now carried around. But Archie could see through a lot of that veil, and with the conversation having drifted towards his parents in small strides, he knew what he was getting at.
Stray curls fell across his eyes as he dipped his head forward, exposing his neck to the breeze coming from behind. He lifted a hand from his folded leg to brush a knuckle against his lower lip, absentminded tricks of his hands to bide more time, to cover his expression while he kept it in check. “I bet if it had been you, you know -- maybe you would have figured something out.” Jughead finally ventured a glance to the side, eyes bright in their hard intensity, ever so serious. “If anyone could have come up with a way to get their werewolf dad to stick around rather than skipping town --” To save his own hide, or whatever it was -- no one had ever given him answers. No matter how many times he asked his mother at point blank range, or asked his father from a distance, the answers came back inconsistent and vague. He’d always just had to believe that his father bailed on him for whatever reason, choosing something else over his own family. Now he could only guess that it was his life, running from the Coopers.
“Yeah, I’d put my money on you, Arch.”
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“Don’t ever talk to me or my son ever again.” / for sabrina !!!!
jenna marbles. / accepting.
❛ he’s not your son, archie! c’mon, i wanna say hi! ❜ sabrina laughs, a playful exasperation on her face. another giggle escapes as she crouches down to hot dog’s eye level, a hand reaching out to scratch the large dog under his chin, the other ruffling the fur behind his ear. her eyes shine with delight as hot dog rewards her with a playful lick, and she glances back up at archie with a teasing grin. two can play at this game. ❛ he’s not even your dog, you dork. i’m telling jug that you’re stealing his dog. hot dog is a free man. ❜
@archluck [ starter from veronica lodge! ]
“ oh archiekins, you’re so adorable. ” fingers snapping, smokiness haze surrounding the two. lodges practicing brujería dated back centuries, ranging from blessing to curses. [ HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED. ] “ if you think flattery is going to make me break this boundary spell, you’re wrong. ” simple spells taught at the mere age of six as a form of defense. with an infamous family record, protection meant everything. “ even if you tried to escape, your mortal flesh couldn’t handle the consequences of my wrath. i’m over watching people try and kill you. truthfully, its becoming exhausting. so do me this favor of enjoying this involuntary vacation. ”
“oh, no, i’m definitely not a singer.” denial was immediate, modest and colored by a little laugh. “the piano’s about as far as my skills go, when it comes to carrying a tune, and all that, you’ve definitely got the leg up.” river had only learned piano in the first place because his parents had put him into lessons when he was younger; he’d kept it up for the sole reason that he found it soothing, one of the most effective ways to re-center and unwind. and now, it was something in common with archie, even if river wouldn’t budge on labeling him the more talented. “i wish i could, though, man. i mean, i had to learn how to play, that voice is all yours.”
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@archluck : the laces of his sneakers ( haphazardly tied in haste ) catch dangerously beneath his shoes as he darts forward ---- flirting with a trip. he stops before the potential disaster starts, pink and puffing. ' hey, hi. sorry i'm late. '
CHANEL OBERLIN’S PERSONALITY WAS TOO BIG FOR THIS SMALL TOWN. hell, she was feeling downright claustrophobic which only fuelled her impatience. having a “peer guide” to show her where to set up her recruitment table on behalf of wallace university was already a massive waste of her time. as if she wanted some country bumpkin pledging kappa. while her guide did seem to be cute in a classic, rustic kind of way, chanel would need more than a simple apology to be pleased. “ in the real world, we have this saying called “time is money.” and as someone with a RIDICULOUS amount of money, I DON’T HAVE A LOT OF TIME. let’s just get this cattle call over with, ” chanel makes sure that the boy can watch her roll her eyes before putting on her sun glasses.
❛❛ call me morbid , or absurd . . . ❜❜
@archluck | 𝙇𝙔𝙍𝙄𝘾 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 .
