#bubblegumxveil

[fairisfair-moved]

𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚'𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮'𝙨! 💖

 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚! 💕

[yourpaljughead]

for @bubblegumxveil | verse: inception

Jughead had been keeping a watch on the door of the cafe for hours now, having heard only a whisper that an architect would be making their way in. As the minutes and hours ticked on, he’d come to accept the inevitable — perhaps no one was coming, that he’d left his wonderland exposed, ready for the taking. He’d lifted his cup from its saucer and cleaned the last, now lukewarm, sips of his coffee when, out of the corner of his eye, something caught. Blonde and golden. A shimmer, and he hadn’t been the only one to notice, as his eyes picked up a few heads of other gentleman turning their gazes.

It only took a few minutes for him to assess her — nothing out of the ordinary would pick up as ‘ architect ‘, but they’d both know her brand of building wasn’t an 80 story glass high rise. He had been in this business for so long as the proverbial fly on the wall that he could sense the energy for each. Or so he thought he could, spending time with all those dreamers, after all.

                         ❛ Seems you’d dropped this, Miss, ❜ he said in casual tone, slipping a folded piece of paper next to her, of which she’d find the mark — a circle maze, one of a kind, unsolvable. Underneath it an address to a new cafe and time.

Then Jughead was gone in a flash with his messenger bag slung over one shoulder, steps taking him out of the cafe and down the cobblestone side street. He loved Paris and all its possibilities.

[eternalandiconic]

replying to @bubblegumxveil​ from HERE !

“Oh really? And here I thought the out was something you’d take to heart-” the words fluttered from her lips, hands crossing against her chest as the grin grew on her lips. Now mimicking the high ponytail that Betty typically wore, everything was team coordinated in Cheryl’s look other than the bright red lipstick now coating her smile. She hadn’t always been deeply into the idea of softball, but the moment that any game began, Cheryl became competitive as all hell.

“Oh, Betty Cooper. I cannot wait to see whatever you have bubbling up in that week old ponytail of yours,” she replied with ease, running her fingers along her own ponytail.

[joneshead]

OUR KIDS! THE MEME THING!

Send Me A Ship & I’ll Tell You Who…

1. Made the first move: Jughead. 2. The big spoon: Jughead.3. The little spoon: Betty BUT THEY TOTALLY SWITCH.4. The cuddler: Betty but … like both tbh.5. Cries during movies: Betty, especially when pregnant ( and just commercials or anything )6. More affectionate: I mean … Both? Betty in more obvious ways, but Jug is definitely affectionate as hell with her.7. Their favorite non-sexual activity: Just about anything … Reading or watching movies together, working in the garage, mealtimes, just driving across town … They love being together.8. More nervous to meet the parents: Betty. Jughead is one of the few who are less intimidated by the force that is the Cooper family, and he’s really not going to shy away from being himself in any situation, no matter the impression he makes. And besides, Betty always has to make the best first impression on someone she wants to connect with.9. More protective/jealous: Betty. Hands down. Jug doesn’t get jealous very often at all.10. Sneaks into the shower with the other in the mornings: Betty, but it could go either way …11. Initiates sexy times the most: Betty.12. Fuck or make love: BOTH but especially make love.13. Behind the wheel more often during road trips: Jughead. Betty is a speed demon.14. Gives the silent treatment when they’re mad at each other: Betty.15. Reaches for the other’s hand first: BOTH. 16. Whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear at inappropriate times: Jughead …17. Comes up with cheesy pick-up lines: Jughead.

@bubblegumxveil

[southsidelover]

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send me a heart, give love to a random! meme + anon

@murderselfie - hey man! so i found this awesome random player in the wild, and i’ll be honest, this guy can write!!! so far you’ve been such a great writing partner, and i’m thankful you’ve been willing to let me play whatever random shit i’ve had in mind, and just..? having fun with the way that things have been unfolding. so essentially, thanks for being awesome, and thanks for being yourself!

@serpcntloyalty - i’m just happy to see this beautiful face around again! no i’ll wind this back, writing with you has always, always been a pleasure, and i’m so happy to have you back in the rpc again. you’ve been such a great partner whenever we do write, and i’m super excited to see how things develop from here on out! please just know, you’ll be welcome here no matter what.

@bubblegumxveil - j is like, legit the sweetest. i want to say that whenever you appear to randomly drop your good vibes, i’m always super touched. you’ve always written such a wonderful version of betty, and i just am thankful that you’re here and around as a player. thank you for being yourself!

[imblwcrbler]

i made this really fast, but i know you’re gonna be like ~ photoshop skills what ~

but happy, happy birthday to the one of kind, J ! i now get to tell the story of us in literally the 7/8 months i’ve known you. jk incredible. to be honest, at first i thought you totally hated me because you do that thing where you project more energy out to keep up with you know. sb. i don’t know if i’ve ever told you that before, lmao. but now i’ve gotten to know you more, and i love that in this kind of crappy town we’re in, i feel like i can have a real conversation with someone and that i don’t feel an obligation to overextend who i am to be your friend. i’ve learned that your heart is as large as you want it to be, but only for the people you think deserve it. i feel kind of lucky to feel like that i have wormed my way into a small section of you, and that as long as we’re friends, we get to keep learning about each other and how similar we are and how we aren’t but still are good friends. i’ve learned that life has made things a little scarier and more nerve-wracking than they should be. but i really believe in you and the things that you do, and i’m so happy to hear about your passions that we share and your endeavors and even if they’re baby steps, you’re making steps and progress and that’s all you need to do. progress. you’re literally a superstar. i can’t wait to keep seeing you create more work and grow in what you want to do. i’m sorry again for not being able to share your birthday with you today, but i’m glad that today you got to pick some things that you wanted to do. that all you had to do today was go out and just do and be and enjoy.

know that even though i’m trying to quit that hell hole, i’m still going to be your friend, that i still appreciate who you are, that when the voices are being annoying that you can call me and we can just go somewhere, and i do wish you the biggest, loveliest, most wonderfulest birthday ever. you deserve to have a good one, and i hope that even just reading this it makes you smile just a bit. you’re a joy to know, and i hope that you feel loved today just as much !!!

love you @bubblegumxveil // @peacexmade !!

frenchie xoxo

[movedthefuckouttahere]

ONE WORD ( OR TWO CAUSE MY RULES ) STARTER CALL |||||| @bubblegumxveil

▌👑 ▌❝ Tsk, shame. ❞

[youarenotworthmyanger]

@bubblegumxveil

FUN FACT I’M HIJACKING THIS THREAD BECAUSE I LIKE MAKING YOU TWO SUFFER. @joneshead

You are in a room with a beautiful girl. A room with four white walls that you’d last seen when Dad was shot. How do you grieve with a best friend? How do you grieve for a part of her that no longer exists? When you can’t understand that loss -- when you’ll never understand that loss. She won’t look at you, she won’t look at anyone. Maybe she’s just a shell now. Or filled with anger the way you had been when a bullet lodged in your father’s side instead of yours. Contempt that it wasn’t you. You are in a room with a beautiful girl and you’re terrified all the love has been drained from her. The colors of her soul are fading and you don’t sleep for fear they’ll flicker out when you’re not looking. You are in a room with a beautiful girl and you are not the heartbeat she longs for. 

A whole evening could pass without speaking. An hour, then two; how many more? The minutes didn’t drag, but they didn’t pass swiftly either. It’s that cruel limbo of time -- the kind found in that space between nightmares and waking up. Except Archie could tell she wasn’t sleeping. That’s a relief she doesn’t seem to allow herself.

A crystal vase with a single sunflower was the mark of Veronica’s earlier visit on the window sill. He’s still holding a bouquet of daisies in his hands, leaned forward with elbows on his knees. They always remind him of Betty. Bright yellow, like the sun she radiates and her blonde ponytail, framed by a halo of white. Like swan feathers and the purity he could never match. 

Archie’s voice was quiet in musing, gaze trained down at the flowers. There’s a pile of scattered green leaves by his feet: victims of time passed and his fingertips stripping them from yellowish green stems.“Do you remember we used to pick these by the water tower?” It was a summer ritual when they were kids. Traipsing out to the meadow and stealing large bundles to bring home. “And we’d pull all the petals off and if you got he loves me not I’d tell you the flower was lying and I do.” He smiled a little without looking up. “I guess...I miss that more than I realized.”