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[socialpariah]

COULDN’T ABANDON THEM . . . the words kept repeating over && over in his head, making him more angry after every repetition. these stranger’s kids were more important to her than him && she hadn’t even thought TWICE about admitting it, not even to his face like she’d forgotten who she was even talking to, like she’d forgotten she even had a son           at the back of the lot, just beyond a chainlink fence there’s a single tree, an old oak that looks older than everything around it. it reminded him of the one behind their trailer && how he’d climb && climb && climb until he felt like he could touch the clouds && maybe not hear his parents SCREAM at one another. he’d pulled up some nails && boards, skinny arms only able to carry one at a time && built himself ❛ treehouse ❜, a reprieve that he quickly shared with his sister once she was old enough.  with some EFFORT he hauled still thin limbs up this tree, only somewhat surprised to find a platform built into its branches ❝ should i come back later ❞ he asked his sister, raising a quick brow ║ @parentsgalore ( jellybean jones )

[c0kehead-arch]

@parentsgalore

“ Did you go through my room ??”  Heavy booted feet stamped down the stairs ; He made a quick glance around the living room , then headed for the kitchen where he found his mother washing dishes at the sink .  “ Hey !! Did you go through my room ??”  It was worded as a question , but he already knew the answer without having to hear it from her mouth . Things were slightly ajar , not even attempted to be put back in the same spot . She had no shame about being a , what he called , helicopter parent . But most annoying of all , his cigarettes were missing from the bedside drawer .  “ Give them back .”

[eightholyterrors]

betty  &&  fp;  the  sun  set  on  our  lives.

            tears       refused to      come.        so many     tears she’d     already cried,       &&        so many nights       she’d      used those     tears to      find sleep      in      the    warm encompass        of jughead’s      bed.         /         everything      that was left      of him,     scattered     about his     small      room.      shared with       his father,        in the      trailer.        scattered      garments     littered the     floor,     just as he’d     left them.       &&       memories       were haunting her,     unable to       shake what     had been done    to him.       beaten to      death,      his     tattoo     carved off    brutally.        she could     barely       stand to     look upon what      was left of      his frame.        it was     seared into her      memory,      forever.        she blamed      herself,        for not     being there      for him.        --        for not     realizing what    he meant to     do sooner.          /          curled up     on the    sheets of his     bed, her      eyes     glazed over.       skin pale with      sickness.      she couldn’t     remember the    last time she’d     eaten.      food was    no longer     appetizing.

           life only      made her      feel worse.       every     breath she     took,      made her     travel further     away from      her    beloved.      every     day he    became more,      &&      more of a      memory,          &&        less a      living    person.        /           she     remained in     the trailer to     care for     fp.      make certain      he didn’t      drink himself to       death.        jughead     wouldn’t have      wanted his      father to join him.       &&        she      knew he     was trying.       --        trying like     hell.        realizing he hadn’t     yet come        to bed,      she    glanced over     at the    empty      mattress     a few    feet from     jughead’s     own.       sighing,      she padded out    into the    kitchen,    ignoring the     alcohol bottles that    littered the     floor,        &&     counters.         fp      was the     only     thing keeping her      alive.        the only     reason she     felt the    need to     not   give up.          /          no one     would make    sure he didn’t      die,       of     alcohol poisoning.       no one     would care.       finding him      at the    kitchen table she     coiled her    arms around his    neck, from     behind,     leaning her     chin on his     shoulder.

            ❛      come to     bed,    fp       ...       it’s     late.       you     need to     sleep.       ❜        strands of her    hair,    brushed his    shoulder,      her     eyes dead,     even though her     skin      was warm.     the only       proof that     she was still      alive.        /          every other     piece of her      had died with     jughead.       her     mother resided     on the farm     with  polly       &&        she refused     to leave the    trailer.      refused     to leave fp. 

@parentsgalore

[moonreflected-a]

☾ - I don’t know how to approach you

omg,  honestly just come talk to me like we’re already pals?  it’s the quickest way to override my anxiety   (   bc i promise i’m just as scared of you as you are of me   ),   and to get things goin’!

too shy to reach out?   |   accepting   |   @parentsgalore!

[tenebroustm]

☾ - I don’t know how to approach you

too shy to reach out ?     /    ✔ ( always accepting tbh !! )

hey! ooH i get that sometimes it can be tough , i try to be super approachable tho & i think a really good way to start things is with memes ( which i reblog too many of lmao ) or , there is always ims! i’m very down to plot before interactions!

@parentsgalore

[islecaptain-a]

💲 My muse takes a bullet for yours - Peter to Malia

Malia was staring wide eyed, chest rising and falling in a panic as her hands moved to the wound. “No, no, no, no. What did you do that for dumbass?” she was cursing under her breath, but only in fear. Fear that he was hurt because of her, trying to save her. Family around her died. Her mom, Kylie. Peter now it seemed. She was a curse on family. “You - you shouldn’t have done that. Why did you do that?” she knew how much getting shot hurt. Theo had shot her before. “You’re not allowed to die.”

@parentsgalore

[islecaptain-a]

“Stop acting like a child” - from Hook to Harriet

“Are you an idiot? I am a child - your child if you hadn’t already noticed. Everything I am is a direct result of you. For better or worse, pa.” Harriet grinned wickedly at her father as she walked on the railing of the ship. “I stopped listening to you while I was in Dragon Hall, so make this quick.”

@parentsgalore

[socialpariah]

❝ BELIEVE ME WE wouldn’t be in toldeo if we had any other option ❞ he dared to steal a glance back at archie, who was smartly keeping his eyes planted firmly on his feet as if his shoes had suddenly become the most INTERESTING things on the planet.           ❝ we need somewhere safe, somewhere where it’s not just archie && me against hiram lodge ❞ he explained as simply as he could. after  Y E A R S  of pretending he didn’t exist, that she had NEVER had a son, he didn’t think he owed her any more than the most basic of explanations && even that was being gracious ║ @parentsgalore ( gladys jones )