#joneshead

[ascotwearinga]

@joneshead​ didn’t ask but

straightening the bowl of chips, he steps back to examine his spread of snacks & video games, movies & drinks. was he trying too hard ? he was trying too hard. jug would know as soon as he stepped foot in there that something was wrong & sure, something was wrong but he didn’t want to jump right into that. he didn’t want to start off what would be their last weekend for who knows how long with the news that this would be exactly that -- he wanted to ease into that part. 

the knock on the back door lets him know that he’s there & he moves to flip the lock & let him in. ❛  hey ! i got everything set up. games, movies, food. whatever you wanna do -- i picked last time.  oh and mom and dad are at some.. mayor thing .  ❜

[suitedblue]

         “Whadya think, Jug?” He asks, sliding down next to his best friend as he pulls a book from his backpack. “It’s not a -...not a-... pornographic magazine, but there are some interesting bits in it.” Glances briefly at the title: Beyond the Pleasure Principle by Sigmund Freud before he slips through the hefty title, scanning through. 

        “Dunno what all the fuss is about, if you ask me.” Teddy continues on, brow furrowing as he reads softly under his breath. “After we helped Dean out with his...issue - performance anxiety! Who would have thought? Bloke his size - er -...and by ...by size, I obviously - it’s... I meant how big he is - and I -...” flusters, he tries again, “er- ...the - he’s a big boy. Uh! Tall. Very tall young...man.” 

        “ -... Anyways er -...doesn’t sound too complicated, is what I’m trying to say.”

@joneshead​ 

[missamericanaed]

 ❝  do  you  think  cheryl  knows  that  the  line  in  bring  it  on  is  ❛  we  act  like  we're  on  speed  ❜  ,  not  that  we're  actually  on  speed?  ❞  she  asks,  sitting  down  in  the  chair  next  to  jughead  at  the  lunch  table.  ❝  the  things  she  thinks  we  can  do  in  just  forty-five  minutes  are  actually  crazy.  ❞ // @joneshead​

[bikaelson-a]

@joneshead​ asked: “ do i deserve back pain at this age? ”

                      ‘  if  this  is  some  attempt  at  getting  a  back  massage  out  of  me  -  the  answer  is  no  .  ‘

[nervecheckarch]

      “ HAVE Y’ HEARD    about  the  carnival  comin’  to  town  ?       it’s  been  cancelled  for  the  last  two  years  ‘cause  of  budget  stuff,   but  they  got  some  big  donor  this  time  around. ”        rapid  tangent  continues,   this  rant  completely  unrelated  to  whatever  it  was  she  was  just  saying.        aimee  fiddles  with  her  cigarette  between  her  fingers.       she  smiles  instead  of  bringing  it  up  for  a  puff;   her  stride  isn’t  broken  that  way.          “   you  should  take  me  !       i’m  no  good  at  the  games,   but  i  wanna  win  a  stuffed  animal.   ”        

@joneshead​   :   CALL   (  OPEN,  SPECIFY MUSE.  )

[forgenotes-archived]

❛❛    you   are   ahead   by   a   century   -      and   disappointing   you’s   getting   me   down   .    ❜❜

@joneshead​   |    𝙇𝙔𝙍𝙄𝘾    𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎    .

[seduttora]

@joneshead​

                    𝙄𝙩   𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩   𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣   𝙎𝙖𝙢   𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚   𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙   𝙤𝙛   𝙝𝙚𝙧   ,   this   really   wasn’t   her   jam.   But   Clover   had   gotten   the   short   end   of   the   stick   ,   literally   –   except   in   their   case   it   the   shortest   q   –   tip.   Could   they   not   have   been   keeping   an   eye   on   a   girl   more   interesting   ?   A   girl   who   went   to   malls   like   a   normal   young   adult   ,   or   maybe   that   movie   that   Clover’s   been   meaning   to   see   –   NOT   a   poetry   slam.   She   bites   back   a   groan   as   she   turns   her   head   over   to   the   boy   sat   at   her   left   ,   at   least   he   was   kind   of   cute   ,   maybe   she   could   get   him   to   write   poems   about   her.

❝   Is   it   a   dress   code   for   all   poets   to   wear   thrift   store   dresses   and   ,   like   ,   hand   –   me   –   down   cardigans   ?   ❞   She   grins   at   him   ,   almost   forgetting   that   she   too   had   donned   strikingly   similar   attire.   When   in   Rome   !   But   she   laughs   it   off   ,   wracking   her   brain   for   the   most   relevant   poet   she   could   think   of.   Something   she’d   seen   on   the   internet   ,   or   more   accurately   ,   an   Instagram   caption.   ❝   Rupi   Kaur   once   wore   what   I’m   wearing   ,   so   that’s   different   ,   I’m   different.   I’m   –   ❞   Shit.   She   should’ve   thought   of   an   alias   beforehand.   She   was   too   mad   at   the   girls   for   forcing   her   to   come   here.   ❝   I’m   Ruby.   ❞

[thebansheeofthepack]

@joneshead​ likes for a starter  ❤︎

    Beacon Hills changed a lot over the couple of months - at least so it felt. Things probably didn’t change that much, Lydia was just not aware of everything that went on. But now that she was aware it changed her whole life. Hers and that of her friends.  It could easily feel overwhelming. Trying to manage school, being a teenager, dealing with the supernatural meanwhile keeping it all a secret from everyone who didn’t need to be involved with it. That’s why she decided to stay after class a bit to paint. It was quiet and calm and helped her relax a bit.

   After she was done, she did a little trip to her locker, picking up a book, before leaving school. That’s when she noticed the boy in the halls. “Jughead?” The readhead thought she was the last person still here - well maybe other than the sports teams, but as far as she knew, Jughead didn’t belong to any of them. “What are you still doing here?”