#princesnaked

[perfectioncursed]

I just wanna say thank you to @princesnaked​ (or as I will now refer to you @theartistformerlyknownasprincenaked) for putting up with my flailing during the finale, even if you didn’t completely agree with me. and for weirdly saying things at the same time that I did. you the real MVP

[leatherlied-blog]

@princesnaked

          she didn’t want to be found out.  not quite yet anyway.  she was insistent on hiding what they had, keeping it a secret for betty’s sake.  but here she was, caught red handed in fp’s shirt and a pair of old shorts.  it was stupid of her to stay over, she should’ve known jughead would come home.  perhaps she had hoped he’d be staying at her place, trying to solve some mystery instead of coming home.  but she’d been wrong.  ❛ j-jughead...  hey, why uh...  why aren’t you with betty ? ❜

[alwayslcyala]

           eyes  fluttered,  exhaustion  taking  over  his  body.   joshua  had  never  fault  such  FATIGUE  in  so  long,  but  the  moment  he  had  found  himself  back  to  life,  he  grabbed  a  car  and  he  was  off.   no  longer  was  he  a  vampire,  and  he  could  feel  it,  seeing  as  his  speed,  hearing,  strength,  everything  that  was  enhanced––  all  gone  with  the  body  that  was  buried.    but  now  he  was  back,  a  witch,  and  finding  himself  in  a  new  town,  sitting  at  a  cute  diner,  hungry  to  taste  REAL  FOOD  in  what  seemed  like  so  long.   //  @princesnaked

[unhecrdfrom]

@princesnaked | x

Too inebriated to bother jerking his arm away from Jughead, he just let him lead him and put him on the bed. Jason curled slightly into the fetal position. 

“I feel sick.” He mumbled out, reaching out and grabbing Jughead’s jacket. “I feel like shit.”

[unhecrdfrom]

princesnaked replied to your post “[drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE”

IS THIS HOW THEY BOND

absofuckinglutely

[unhecrdfrom]

“You’re so much different when we’re alone.”

late nights

accepting!

He himself knew it to be true, deep down. He didn’t want to admit it, biting his tongue from speaking the truth as it clawed its way up his throat.

“How so?” He said simply.

[unhecrdfrom]

[drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE

texts starters

accepting!

[ SMS → crowned emo ] how the hell did you get my number

[ SMS → crowned emo ] ...

[ SMS → crowned emo ] bum bum bummmmm

[ SMS → crowned emo ] ...

[ SMS → crowned emo ] this interaction never happened

[unhecrdfrom]

“ does hurting me make you feel good or something? ”

phrases that hurt

accepting!

“Yeah, actually. Makes me feel great, Jones.” The redhead jock shoved him back. “Hurting the son of a gang leader? Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.” He smirked, stepping back. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”