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blossomless .    today   i   did   diddlyshit ,    so   imma   try   to   be   a   bit   more   productive   tomorrow .   for   now ,    however ,    imma   dive   into   tags   and   just   look   at   my   girl’s   face  bc   perfection  

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RPers, please reblog this if you’re ok with para responses that don’t include dialogue.

        Often it seems like an expectation that dialogue will be exchanged in every para response, but sometimes characters are nonverbal, or don’t have anything to say, or are in a situation that would make talking impractical. If the writer puts enough attention into describing their actions, though, there’s still plenty to respond to even without dialogue.         Non-dialogue responses are not “going nowhere.” Non-dialogue responses are not “filler.” Non-dialogue responses are not non-responses.

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im   just   sitting   here  like .....   i  wanna  play   all  the   muses    !!!!

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iiarchangel:

me: *wants to rp with more people*

me: *is incredibly easy to distract*

me: *has a pile of drafts to tend*

me: *gets picky over minor things*

me: procrastinator extraordinaire™

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lodge ,    v .

❝    you   know,   if   you   ever   need   a   break   from   home   ;    my   place   is   always   open.   i   mean,   it’s                     no   thornhill,   but   ——   well,   parents   can   be   exhausting.    ❞

SHE   TRIES   to   keep   it   subtle    /    avoiding   the   fact   that   she   had   seen   cheryl’s   mother   scream    &    break    white   porcelain   just   a   few   days   prior.    &    she   asks   herself,   how   many   beasts   can   one   fight   off   before   she   becomes   a   wolf   herself   ?    though   her   new   found   friend   had   her   moments   of   savagery,   she   possesses   sorrow    ;    for   she   has   witnessed   first   hand   what   the   life   of   the   blossoms   looks   like.

i.   ‘  fearfared .

                    SLIGHTLY   RAISED   EYEBROWS    &    UPTURNED   SMIRK   faltered   a   tad ,    barely   noticable ,    however   a   watchful   eye   could   catch   the   porcelain   crack .    an   outstretched   hand   was   not   a   regular   occurence   for   cheryl .    she   was   surrounded   by   false   friendships    &    condolences ,   and   as   it   irked   her ,   it   also   cast   a   shadow .     but   here ,    manhattan’s    ice   princess    was   reaching   out   ------   and   she   had   no   idea   how   to   handle   it .    

                      ❛   .   .   .   i   don’t   need   your   pity   ------   but .  .  .    ❜

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cooper ,    b .

                   WHAT HAD SHE BEEN EXPECTING ? betty wasn’t sure. perhaps a shake of her red locks, a cruel laugh at the blonde’s suggestion. certainly not an agreement. from her knowledge cheryl and polly didn’t have a connection. she wasn’t even sure how the girl had felt about betty’s older sister dating her brother.

                   “ have you met my mom ? ”                  

       it was, for the most part, a rhetorical question. riverdale certainly wasn’t shy to the antics of alice cooper. so, naturally, betty was a pro at leaving and returning to her house undetected. mostly so in the dead of night, 

                   “ what do you have in mind ? ”

                   A   MISSION   REQUIRED   CONFIDENCE    &    CARE ,    and   she   was   on   a   mission .    any   direction   she   previously   had   was   ripped   from   her   over   the   course   of   one   summer ,   give   or   take   a   month   or   two ;    so   she   had   to   take   things   into   her   own   hands .    if   that   meant   helping   betty   cooper   reach   her   mysteriously   gone   sister ,    so   be   it .    there   was   something   in   it   for   the   redhead ,    after all .

                      ❛    obnoxious ,    perfectionistic ,    preppy   blonde   pushing   forty  ?    yes ,   sadly ,    i   have .  ❜

                 the   pace   of   her   tongue   was   back   on   top ,    shedding   every   last   trace   of   the   previous   sadness .    barely   recognizing   the   insult   in   her   words ,    she   offered   the   blonde   a   smile   that   fit   her   facade ;    upturned ,   pointy ,   perhaps   v e n o m o u s .    twirling   one   grasp   of   firey   strands   around   one   sharp   digit   simply   completed   the   image .

                     ❛   seeing   how   your   mother   is   the   white --- picket   fence   stereotype ,   wouldn’t   be   far   fetched   to   presume   she   writes   everything   down ,   correct   ?    gotta   be   some   sort   of   number   or   adress .   ❜

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              can   we   just   appreciate   this   face   for   a   sec   ??????

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#there is no heterosexual explanation for this

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bye ,    lumpy   hair .   hello   again ,   bob   !     finally   feel   like   myself   again   so   imma   head   into   my   drafts   and   work   on   some   replies .    pray   for   me   and   my   tired   soul .

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mum’s   way   of   waking   me   up   . . . .  “  dr. phil is talking to the brother of a murder victim from 20 yrs ago !  ”      -----      it   actually   worked .

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                   ❝       being   sexy,   confident,   bitchy,    &    well  -  dressed                             DOES   NOT   mean   i   lack   emotional   depth    !!!     ❞ 

                                      penned   by   c.

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You helped me.

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–––––––  the  age  old  question  .  .  . it  sits  on  the  tip  of  the  tongue,  resides  in  the  back  of  the  brain  ;  never  spoken,  always  thought.  words  of  such  calibre  are  made  as  a  defence  against  the  innocent    &     a  cover  -  up  for  the  guilty.   so,  upon  further  question,  it  is  repeated  ––––  a  little  louder  this  time,   for  the  folks  in  the  back!  ––––  braced  for  attack  upon  answers,  hollowed  spines    &    snaggletooth  facade  present.  they  always  question  the   facade  :  never  what’s  underneath.  with  a  creek  of  the  chair,  canter  of  brow    &    evident   smug  look  appears,  the  final  breath  is  echoing  in  a  room,  silence  broken  with  the  aggression  of  character  before  it  tumbles  past  lips    :   WHAT  HAPPENED  TO  RIVERDALE’S  GOLDEN  BOY?     ind.    jason    blossom    of    cw’s    “  riverdale  ”        –––––––        heavy    canon    divergence     nsfw    &    triggering    content    present.        EST.  04  /  03  /  17.        as    interpreted    by    ellie.

                                      i.       ii.       iii.       iv.       v.

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                 //       @loncr​    !

                    THE   SOUND   OF   HER   HEELS   carried   through   the   halls ,    almost   like   a   warning ,    reaching   before   even   she   herself   was   in   sight .    it   had   quite   the   desired   effect ,    judging   from   the   glances   thrown   in   her   direction .    her   own   attention ,    however ,    was   placed   onto    the   door   leading   into   the   blue    &    gold   office .    whisperings   carried   further   than   you’d   think ;    and   talk   of   an   investigation   made   curiousity   blossom   within   the   redhead .    it   took   no   time   for   her   to   burst   through   uninvited ,    eyes   barely   skimming   the   dim   surroundings   before   they   landed   on   the   board ,    centered    around    her   brother .

                                     ❛   .  .  .  .    what   is   this   ?    ❜

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do   u   ever   just   sit   here   like   .   .   .   .   all   these   beautiful   chums   i   cannot .

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         //    @deathmystery​     !

                      DESPITE   LIVING   AMIDST   THORNS ,    she   had   her   oasis .    the   gardens   where   the   shadows   of   the   cold   mansion   never   reached ,    where   the   buzz   of   summer   gave   a   calming   effect .    summer   heat   bounced   of   her   skin ,    making   her   look    paler   than   normal ,    but   also   caused   the   signs   of   worry   and   nerves   in   her   facial   expression   to   blend   into   the   skin   with   ease .    idle   fingers   traced   the   petals   of   chosen   flowers ,    an   act   to   busy   her    mangled   mind .

                             ❛   are   you   absolutely   sure   about   this   ?     ❜