#diamondhvarts

[throughbrokenreflections]

’ You should be writing about the real story. ’ (arch and jug)

A smile spread across his lips, appreciating that his friend still trusted in his talent. “ Maybe but I haven’t written anything in years.” He admitted as his eyes focused on the ground beneath his legs.  His muse has died when he lost Betty, he didn’t believe that a writing career was something he had to pursue in this new city. “ Maybe one day I will…” His desire to write came back with Betty but he doubted he’d do it for a living now. It was just a hobby and Betty was the one making him want to write again.

[throughbrokenreflections]

’ And yet, stop punishing yourself while you’re at it. ’ (fp and jug)

“ Dad..I am not..” Was he? Was he truly punishing himself without realizing it? If he did, did he deserve that punishment? Was his subconscious reminding him that he didn’t do something right? “ I am fine dad, there is just not enough time..” his eyes were roaming over the documents on the table, fingers flipping the pages as he kept reading, wishing he could read two pages at once. “ I have more than one case at work, I have to figure out what Donna and Edgar are planning, I need to go home to Betty. There is just.. not enough time. I am fine, I promise you. I am not punishing myself, I am just working.”

[throughbrokenreflections]

’ It’s temporary. I’m going to figure something out. ’ (donna and jug)

He sighed, looking at her trying to keep the upper hand even though she seemed lost. “ I am willing to help you with this.” he said, biting her lip. It seemed as if she was alone here and at the end of the day, he wanted to be the man Betty fell in love with and that man wasn’t cruel. “ I want to prove you that I have forgotten about the past and that the contract is not something I want anymore. I will help you with this and then we will go our separate ways. I will pretend it never happened and you will do the same.”

[cityofangelshqs]

i’d love love LOVE to see jughead jones, archie andrews, betty cooper and bret weaston walls around!!

bring us these most wanted people from riverdale and we’ll love them down!

[xtinyslip]

‘you should’ve known better.’ (aria and edgar)

“i am all out of receiving lectures for the day.” slumping herself down beside him, bringing her head to rest on his shoulder in hopes that whatever she’d done would be forgiven if she acted cutely around him. yeah, she wasn’t holding her breath for that to work either but it was better than standing there like a deer trapped in the headlights. “seriously? not you too? are you actually mad with me right now?” what could she have done? “is this about the job?” it couldn’t have been about the whiskey she’d brought over to celebrate with because she knew it was his favorite. “come on? i’m still going to be here like ninety-nine percent of the time… it doesn’t mean anything.”

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[glcryngcre]

❝ i feel like i’m the worst so i always act like i’m the best. ❞ (donna and faith)

Good. 

Faith watched the other, the admittance surprising, but not unwelcome. The two were finally progressing, the twisting wheel of life herding Donna right into Faith’s arms. Closer and closer towards salvation. 

“All that bravado… I understand now,” She cocked her head, hand reaching out to take Donna’s. “Thank you, for telling me this. It must be hard to break down your walls.”

[glcryngcre]

❝ anywhere you go, you’ll see people are just like you and me ❞ (faith and edgar)

Faith set the pallet of flowers down, watching the other man. Bothering her at work now? She must truly be important to whatever plan the other had for this city. A raise of her brow as she stepped towards him. 

“You’re W R O N G, Mr. Evernever,” She sang, laying her hand on his cheek. Another smile, voice returning to its normal state. 

The more adamant he became, the more determined she was to take everything he held dear. The reward would be... indescribable,  to leave the man with nothing. 

“There’s no one like me.”

[babbsqueen]

-- & You ever just look and someone and instantly get the feeling that somehow you know them? That’s exactly where Barbara was placed a good twenty minutes ago, watching -- STUDYING a woman. Her movements, even her mannerisms sparked some kind of neurological muscle memory bullshit, and it was beginning to aggravate her.  After all she didn’t know the chick from anywhere, face didn’t ring any bells. Could it be someone she’d threatened back in gotham? Potentially, but something tells her that isn’t quite the case. There is, however, something that she is certain of and that’s the need to get the others attention; big or small. Which is exactly why she’d sent one of the cocktail waitresses over to the other, an ofference of strong liquor to the other blonde with a single simplistic message that she hoped would cause the reaction desired.

                   Men, who needs them.

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