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this shot is so romantic to me

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my sweet pea

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Let us send them without wings so none suspect they are angels.

the heart of what angels essentially are: divine machines. they’re mechanisms through with the divine is able to act, created with a purpose and “happy” to fill it simply because they were made to do so. they have more in common with a machine programmed to run on algorithms and make calculations based on input commands than they do with humanity, even if they bear a human visage - an attempt by the divine to help bridge the gap. angels do not need to be eldritch monstrosities to be terrifying, because they are already alien to us simply by being angels. for an angel to choose to deviate from their purpose and achieve free will is to fall because in order to have free will they can no longer be an angel, because an angel is defined by its purpose. much like the stories we tell of robots that gain sentence, only to discover that they can never truly be human, but neither can they go back to being a machine, angels who fall become something else entirely, purposeless and adrift and alone. it is a tragic sacrifice.

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He doesn't admit it, but a buried part of him charges a little at the sound of her like this, raw and unrefined, curses snagging against her incisors. Rubbed clean of that over-professional polish by his own hands. He takes a step closer. | WBBS, chapter 2

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From “Power Play” (June 1975. Betty and Veronica Spectacular, Issue #234)

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mood board (video) of the jeronica fic i’m working on

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"The din of the café dulled into a faint ring. She was hallucinating. It was the only explanation—she was hungover to the point of delirium and this was her body's way of punishing her for it. But then slowly, excruciatingly, her addled brain started sobering enough to piece it all together. Pen Jones. Indie writer from California. A collection of short stories about a seedy small town. Forsythe Pendleton Jones. Berkley. Riverdale." | WBBS, chapter one

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Wanda: We have fun, don't we, Steve?

Steve: I've never been more stressed out in my entire life.

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Wanda: I win.

Steve (confused): I have you pinned to the ground????

Wanda: Exactly.

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We fight every night for something, but when the sunsets we’re both the same. Half in the shadows. Half burned in flames.

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in case anyone was missing jeronica :3

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the most wonderful birthday gift i received from a loved one 🥹 (credit @squtm)

she’s rich, he’s hungry. he’s loving, she’s touch starved. jeronica date nights for the win

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it’s officially jeronica season once more

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Show finished or not, Jeronica nation will stay strong. (Esp when you consider almost nothing happened between them in canon for years) I am writing a fic that should have their earlier seasons vibe. Romeo & Juliet-our families hate each other vibe. It won’t be published for a few months but it’ll be called When the Sun Sets We’re Both the Same!! I hope it can satisfy some of those Jeronica cravings <3

I know the show is over but it doesn't mean the #Jeronica fandom has to be. Anybody writing anything #Jeronica centered that i should keep my eye out for?