#jeemyjamz

[squidproquoclarice]

can i just say how happy i am that i've found your sadie/arthur fics 'cause they are just *chef's kiss* PURE PERFECTION

Thank you for this, and really hope you and others continue to enjoy Sunrise, Trail, and other stuff!  It’s been really gratifying to be in this fandom with so many awesomely friendly people who can all agree that no matter who we ship or anything, we love one (1) collection of pixels in the shape of a sad, soft cowboah. 

[bughead]

how was the lighting quality overall? good? 'cause we need more gifs of that scene asap please

i’m not gonna lie to you, it’s orange. i got what i wanted, though. they had sex on the couch instead of a super dark bedroom, and that’s all a girl can really ask for 

[purrsevere]

hey everyone! i wanted to wish everyone a very happy new year. i hope that 2018 brings happiness and love in all forms to all of you. here is a list of some of my faaav blogs, riverdale-related and otherwise, and some of my best friends. love having you all on my dashboard! if you’re in here that means i appreciate your quality posts. and if you’re not on here, that just means i didn’t have time to tag the 400+ people i follow. ♥ happy new year!

with a special shout-out to my best friends who aren’t in the riverdale fandom;

@grimkanaya, @junehs / @junehsart, @mutsukimars

A-G

@beanie-betty​, @bettycoopr​, @bughead​, @camilacmendes​, @cooper--jones​, @cooperselizabeth​, @enigmaticbughead, @forsythpjones​

H-J

@illusionlovers​, @inthemoodforchaos​, @jeemyjamz​, @jingle---jangle​, @jinglejanglejones​, @juggiehead​, @juggydear​, @jugheaddjones​, @jugheadsbetty​, @jughedz

K-U

@lpreinhart​, @ohkingsteve​, @oleekingcole​, @queencheryl​, @rainystripe​, @reinadelaserpiente, @reyrose​, @riverbabes​, @riverbetts​, @southsidesweetie​, @strix​, @sweetmadelaine​

V-Z

@varchieonica​, @veronica-lodge​, @veronicadvalle​, @veronicas-logde​, @veronicaslodges​, @whatsbrokencanbefixed

bonus; here are my post percentages on this final day in 2017!

[riverdalepositivity]

@jeemyjamz is the master of the insta edit! so talented. we’re so lucky to have her and her amazing ideas in this fandom! not only does she produce incredible content, she also inspires others, which is a double-win for us all. thanks for being awesome!

anonymous at @jeemyjamz

[jonesandcoops]

When one of your faves follows you and you can’t help but fan girl just a little @jeemyjamz

[believe-that-you-can-my-friend]

hey dude! glad to see you back ❤️

Heeey, darling!! Glad to be back and talking once again to you amazing people!!!

[bughead-fanfic-wishlist]

Jughead's stuck in an unhappy relationship arranged by his father. He gets into an accident one day when riding his bike and he's rescued by Betty, but his accident caused him to develop amnesia

[anactualcaseofthetruth]

Omg @jeemyjamz followed me... I'm hyperventilating because her blog is awesome and I'm fangirling.

Omgg

[juggieheadcoopers-blog]

I was wondering if you could write a fic (inspired by the Extra gum commercial) where for every momentous event that happened in their life (First meet, first kiss, etc), Jughead writes about his feelings about her and he compiles all his little notes until the end where he gives it to Betty before proposing to her Ps. if you could have it where Jughead includes his proposal note for Betty to read before he actually proposes to her, I'll probably die from the feels

Ah! Sorry this took so long, I loved the idea so much but I wasn’t sure how I wanted to execute it so I hope it does this amazing request justice!

A/N: I wasn’t sure of when they first met in canon, so I just made something up. Sorry if it’s totally wrong lol. Also, I referenced a fic I wrote about their first date so you can find that here. Hope you like it @jeemyjamz!!!

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Betty stepped into Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe expecting to find Jughead waiting for her in the same booth they had been meeting at since they were kids. Instead, she found the entire restaurant decorated the way it had been on their first date nearly ten years ago, twinkle lights and candles illuminating the entire room in a beautiful white light that made everything glow.

“Juggie?” Betty called out to the empty restaurant, scanning the room from one end to the other for any sign of him and realizing that he was nowhere to be found. In fact, it looked as though there was no one working in the kitchen or behind the counter either. She was completely alone. And it was starting to make her nervous.

“Okay, don’t freak out, you’re fine,” Betty muttered to herself, shrugging off her jacket and tossing it into a booth next to her. But instead of landing in the booth, the long black coat missed the seat completely and landed into a heap on the floor. Frustrated, Betty bent down to retrieve it when she noticed markings on the tile that hadn’t been there the previous day. “What’s this?”

Betty leaned forward to find that a line of arrows were drawn in thick black marker all along the tiled floor. Curious, Betty followed their lead until she ended up standing in front of the same booth she had thought she would find Jughead when she first entered the restaurant. But instead of her boyfriend, she found a thick, leather-bound journal waiting for her on the table. Picking it up, she noticed the sticky note stuck to the cover and smiled to herself, reading the words slowly as she took in the familiar slant of Jughead’s handwriting.

“Betty Cooper, if you weren’t such as grade-A super sleuth, I wouldn’t have trusted you to find this - but luckily for me, you’re a much better detective than I ever was so I suspect you have found the journal and are reading this note right now. I guess I should tell you that I’m giving this to you because I’ve been writing in this book since I was ten-years-old and every single entry is a memory of our time together. I’ve marked the ones of the most interest and am hoping that you will read them and not think less of me. Once you’ve reached the last page and you have followed the directions, you will find me waiting for you. Have fun traveling down memory lane. See you on the other side.”

Taking a deep breath, Betty opened to the first marked page and began to read. 

The First Day of Kindergarten (Age 5)

This is the day I first met you. I saw your parents dropping you off in the classroom and remember thinking that you had the shiniest blonde hair I had ever seen. All I could think about the entire day - during nap time and recess and snack - was running up to you and pulling on that curly blonde ponytail of yours. So I did. And while most of the girls in our class would have cried or screamed or thrown blocks at my head, you simply turned around, smiled that sweet smile of yours, and said, “Hi. I’m Betty Cooper. If you want, you can sit with me on the carpet during circle time. I’ll even let you touch my ponytail. All you have to do is ask.” I couldn’t believe it. A five-year-old with better manners than most of the adults in my life. My mind couldn’t fully grasp it, and I knew, even if I didn’t fully understand it at the time, that my entire world was about to change. So once I learned how to write in complete sentences without fully botching the grammar - that’s when I started this journal for you. A journal of all the times you changed my life. A journal of how my world continues to change everyday because of you.

Betty flipped to the next page and immediately noticed that the handwriting had changed. These were the entries that he had written when he was a kid. And they were addressed to her.

The Day You Let Me Sit On Your Swing Set (Age 10)

I spent most of the day crying. My dad’s drinking again. He’s so angry at mom and Jellybean is scared and I just needed to get away from them. So I took Jellybean and we just kept walking until we found ourselves in front of your house. You saw us and without saying a word, you led us into your backyard. You got Jellybean a popsicle because you saw that she was sad, and then we just sat on your swing set thinking of silly names to call the birds landing in your yard until your mom came home. It made be feel a little better. That was really nice of you and I’ll never forget it.

The Day of the Middle School Dance (Age 13)

I hate participating in school sanctioned-activities. I would rather stick a dozen pins in my eyes and beat them down with a hammer than be seen in a ridiculous suit and tie, parading through the cheaply-decorated school gym like I’m oblivious to the way everyone is looking at me like I’m the scum of the Earth but talk to me anyway because I’m friends with Archie. But anyway, I saw you sitting on the curb outside of the school, looking down at your shoes like there was a piece of gum stuck on the bottom. (But there wasn’t, I remember checking when you lifted your feet off the ground so Reggie wouldn’t run over them with his skateboard). So I sat next to you and asked you why you were sad. You said you didn’t want to talk about it, but I could see you staring at Archie from across the parking lot and I knew you were sad he didn’t ask you to the dance. I knew how badly you wanted to go. So I asked you to come to the dance with me instead. To my surprise you said yes. And we had a good time. And I think that if you wanted me to ask you to another dance, I would do it. Because I think you look really pretty in a dress. (Well, I always think you look pretty). But seeing you in a dress was different somehow. It made my heart beat really fast. And I think I liked how that felt.

The Day of Our First Kiss (Age 16)

Something has changed between us. Something I could never put into words. Something that, if I even tried to say it out loud, I would never be able to explain it in a way that would do it justice. So I climbed into your bedroom to see if you were alright after visiting Polly and I wanted to make you feel like everything was going to be okay. I wanted you to know that things had changed and you could count on me to be there for you. So I kissed you. And it was like a weight being lifted off my chest and I could finally breathe again. It felt so natural. It felt like I was meant to kiss you like that everyday for the rest of forever. And who knows, maybe I will. Although, let’s face it - we both know I’m not lucky enough to deserve that - to deserve you. I never have been.

The Day I Told You I Loved You (Age 17)

Today was the best and worst day of my life. My father’s funeral felt like it lasted an entire lifetime. It was cold and wet and gave every indication that it was recreated from a scene straight out of a Poe novel. But you were right by my side the entire time and it made it (almost) bearable to be standing there watching him get lowered into the ground. You held me when I cried. You pulled me away when I let my anger get the better of me and punched my hand through the stained glass window of the church. And when you were wrapping the bandage around my wound I felt this voice screaming at me - you have to tell her. You have to tell her before it’s too late because too late might be tomorrow and life is just too short to waste any moments. So I told you. I told you and you smiled and you said it back. And I cried again because I didn’t think anyone could ever love me like that. But you do. And I know I don’t deserve it, but I will never take it for granted.

The Day You Left Riverdale (Age 19)

I should hate you. I should be glad you’re gone and hope you never step foot on this godforsaken town’s soil ever again. I should want to wish the worst for you and hope you never succeed in anything you do. But I’m not the person I would have been if I had never met you. You changed me. So I can’t hate you. I’m too in love with you to hate you. And it kills me to write this so bluntly, but there’s no other way to put it - This sucks. And it’s you’re fault.

The Day You Came Back (Age 23)

The moment you stepped into my office, I knew I had to be having one of those hallucinations one gets when they’re stuck in the desert for days without food or water. You couldn’t be real. You couldn’t be walking towards me with your hair pulled back and your face even more beautiful than I remembered. But there you were. You were you. And I was me. And I had so much to say. So much you needed to know. But instead, I took a step towards you, and you looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes and I realized that I couldn’t stand another second of not touching you. So I took your face in my hands and I kissed you and suddenly we didn’t need words. We just needed each other. And that was enough.

Betty wiped the tears from her eyes and turned to the next page. “Flip to the last page and close your eyes,” the words read, causing Betty’s head to swim with so many thoughts and emotions she couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

Doing as the journal instructed, she skipped to the very last page and shut her eyes before she could read what was written. She could hear faint footsteps coming towards her and her palms began to sweat as she clutched the journal with both hands.

“Open your eyes and look at the journal.” Jughead’s voice made her heart skip a beat as she slowly did as she was told and lifted the book to read the title of the last journal entry.

The Day I asked You To Marry Me (Age 25)

…To Be Continued

Betty’s heart stopped as she dropped the journal onto the floor and looked down to see the boy she had loved for so many years, kneeling before her with a velvet ring box in his hand.

“Bets, there are a thousand eloquent speeches I could have written to express how much you mean to me, but I don’t think we need the fancy words or heartfelt soliloquies anymore,” Jughead began, his hand shaking ever so slightly as he held the box out in front of him for her to see. “I think that all I need to say to you is this. I’ve been in love with you since the very first entry in that journal. I didn’t know what it meant at the time, but I think the fact that I felt the need to start it in the first place is proof enough. You’re my world, Betty Cooper, and I want to be able to fill a hundred more journals just like this one with every memory that we share together for the rest of time. Will you marry me?”

In that moment, every memory she had of Jughead flashed across her mind just like the pages in his journal. The boy who loved playing with her ponytail, the boy who needed a swing to swing on and a friend to watch birds with when he was feeling sad, the boy who could tell when she was sad and needed someone to go to the dance with, the boy who lit up her world like twinkle lights and decorative candles illuminating Pop’s. She had spent most of her life with this boy - this man - kneeling in front of her and she wanted to spend everyday that came next, right by his side.

Without a word, Betty took the journal from his hands and lunged for the pen on the counter, her hand shaking as she wrote furiously in the journal. Jughead’s throat closed up as he watched in anticipation, waiting for the girl he loved to answer the most important question he had ever asked in his entire life. Betty turned the journal so he could read it and he stood from his kneeling position to scoop her up into his arms, tossing the journal onto the floor so that it slid across the tile and revealed Betty’s words to the empty diner.

She said yes.

[onnabox]

holy shit. how are you so talented? i'm stunned at how well u can capture their likeness. gorgeous artwork!

Thank you @jeemyjamz It’s all practice and debt to the higher education (ffff meee). I’ll post the real product soon. I think the fandom needs some love right now.

[harris-coopers]

i'm so sorry to bother you AGAIN, but i've searched at jeemyjamz's blog and i can't find the college post... maybe i'm doing something wrong or someone else had actually posted it. does anyone from your followers remember?

I’m not sure! Sometimes tumblr just doesn’t show posts for some reason.

[blueandgoldoffice]

hi hi hi,, do you possibly know any brothers/ sisters bestfriend or bestfriends brother type of bughead fics, thanks x

Yes we do - AND we have a tag for that! not all of these are best friend’s brother/sister, but they all revolve around the idea of one or the other being friends with a sibling first. Enjoy! ❤ Jandy

trope: family

We Can’t Say Goodbye  (series) by @typing123 (five fics)

Summary: Betty has a crush on her older sister’s friend.

The Con by @jerepars (13/13 - T)

Summary: con (verb): persuade someone to do or believe something, typically by use of a deception. Getting over her crush on her brother’s best friend would be so much easier for Betty if he hadn’t just moved to the same city as her.

he ain’t heavy (he’s my brother) by @chic-cooprs (7/? - G)

Summary: “But looking at this kid—inexplicably called Jughead—glowering at him with blue icing around his mouth, Chic feels completely out of his element. At eight-years-old, Jughead gives off an intense vibe that Chic has never encountered before: the winning Cooper smile didn’t move him, and they sit in thick, uncomfortable silence.” Or, Chic and Jughead join the Big Brother Big Sister program. AU, eventual Bughead. Inspired by a prompt from jeemyjamz on tumblr.

Contact Cement by @justcourbeau (7/? - T)

Summary: “Hi,” Betty started awkwardly. “I think maybe I got some of your mail?” She offered the envelopes to him. Betty felt like she was staring; his eyes were so blue. Dark, but so blue.[or, Jughead and JB move into Betty’s Brooklyn apartment building and everyone watches to see how long it takes for them to kiss. In the meantime, shit goes sideways.]

My Best Friend’s Brother by @juggiebettyy (3/? - NR)

Summary: Jellybean and Betty have been best friends since kindergarten, and with that, comes a relationship with her older brother, Jughead. Unfortunately, Betty’s eyes have been on him for just about as long. (AU)

The Art of Redmancy by @xxbettysgirlxx (6/? - E)

Summary: Redamancy –noun: The act of loving in return.Two strangers find themselves helping each other in more way than one.

Jellybean’s babysitter by @cooperandjonesinc (1/1 - NR)

Summary: Jughead knew Betty Cooper existed. It was Riverdale, everybody knew everybody in the tiny town. Yeah, he knew who she was, but he’d never paid attention to her before. She had the body of a blond bombshell, but a sweet demeanor that didn’t fit the title. She participated in scores of clubs and committees. When they listed student rank she was always number one. She was also dating his ex-friend, Archie Andrews. All of this information he knew without even thinking about it. It was just KNOWN the ways things are in small towns. But there must’ve been something he was missing. Why would Jellybean pick this girl as her favorite babysitter? What made her different from the hordes of vapid sheep? Kind smiles and sweater sets?*Babysitting meet-cute AU that no one asked for set in freshman year.

Dancing With Our Hands Tied by @xxbettysgirlxx (1/1 - M)

Summary: What’s meant to be will always find a way.

Strong by @allskynostars (10/13 - M

Summary:

Have you wondered for a while I have a feeling deep down, You’re caught in the middle.

-Betty Cooper swore she only signed up to tutor a young girl from South Side High, and definitely not for what followed.

And Jughead Jones didn’t sign up for anything.-

I might seem so strongYeah, I might speak so longI’ve never been so wrong.

the one where betty & jughead hook up at a wedding by @sopaloma (1/1 - M)

Summary:  “They’re tryna mess with us?!” Cheryl laughs. “They don’t know that we know they know we know.”

[kyloren]

I need... more... Bughead(/Riverdale) blogs... help me, Mila, you're my only ho

Yo, Kelly, hello, my sweet! 💕 Sorry for answering this ask so late I was just gathering the moral courage to answer it in a way that I wanted. *takes a deep breath* prepare yourself. 

Let’s start with essentials. There’s a list @jandjsalmon​ made about Essential Bughead blogs, so I’m including it (FIND LIST HERE), some of the blogs from it, and my own additions. 

Bughead Essential Blogs: 

@bugheadcentral— my favourite Bughead-resource blog, run by @jemmablossom​

@blueandgoldoffice​ — a blog to find all the Bughead fics you might want.  

@bugheadfamily​ — *cough* shameless promotion of the Bughead Discord’s tumblr presence blog (it operates in the same fashion @reylosnetwork​ does) on which we do Riverdale Register Weekly Review, Weekly WIP Updates, BF Member Spotlight, BF Fanfic Rec Lists, and many more. 

@buggiebreak​ — an event blog. we’ve have Spring Buggie Break, Southside Showcase, just finishing up Camp Bughead, and soon will have a Kink Week (24th-31st August) 

+ General Riverdale Resource Blogs: @dailyriverdalegifs @dailyriverdalegifs @riverdalesource @riverdales-daily @cherylstanclub @riverdales-daily @dailyrivermale @riverdalepocdaily @fyeahriverdale @riverdaleladiesdaily @jordanconnordaily 

Blogs For Gifs & Graphics: 

@jughead-jones​ @bughead​ @jemmablossom​ @bellblake​ @nessa007​ @cooper–jones @cooperselizabeth​ @betty-cooper​ @aunt-imogene​ @jugheadsbetty​ @jeemyjamz​ @reinhartmendes​ @jvgheadjones​ @sprouseharts​ @camilacmendes​ @vanessacarlysle​ @stlinskim​ @oryoucouldstay​ @bettys​ @babycoop​ @theheavycrown

Blogs For Fanfiction: 

@lilibug–xx @lessoleilscouchants @onceuponamirror @mogitz @paperlesscrown @itsindiansummer13 @raptorlily @imreallyloveleee @stillscape @writeradamanteve @sylwrites @mothermaple @tory-b @jordansconnor @judgejuggie @noorakardemmomesaetre @burberrycanary @sopaloma @thenurseholliday @it-happened-one-starry-night @elegantmoonchild @smoochmejuggie @nimmieamee @flwrpotts @mistressofmalplaquet @coledemort

Blogs For Fanart: 

@rainystripe​ @thugheadjones​ @gogenevieveart​ @cas-is-hm-hes-gone​ @jimalim​ @starlitsummersky

Blogs For News: 

@amab1060​ @gershwinn​ @closeyoureyesandbelieve​ 

Blogs For General Fandomness:

@theheavycrown​ @jandjsalmon​ @riverdalepositivity​ @sprousesharts​ @trashforevelynevernever​ @poorlydrawnriverdale​

I hope you find this satisfactory, Kelly! 💖

[duskyblossom]

rules: tag 15 people you want to get to know better! tagged by: @jvgheadjones - thanks for tagging me!!

relationship status: single!

favorite colors: pink is my absolute fave 

lipstick or chapstick: chapstick! lipstick is so drying ugh

three favorite foods: mac and cheese, steak et frites (specifically french ones), tacos

song stuck in my head: lava lamps by maty noyes & beekwilder 

last song i listened to: i say a little prayer - aretha franklin

last movie i watched: i think it was mamma mia! here we go again but i can’t quite remember...

time: 4:34pm! (this post’ll go up late though) 

top three shows: the office, riverdale (ofc), and...idk i don’t watch much tv

books i’m currently reading: atm i’m not ready anything because i’m super busy. but i recently finished murder on the orient express!!

last thing i googled: ‘how to use lush face mask’ 

how many blankets do you sleep with: at the moment 2 with a sheet. also 2 sit on the end of my bed whoops

dream trip: italy, france, and japan!!

anything you really want: i kinda really want to get the yellow plaid wildflower case rn!!

tagging: @theheavycrown @betty-cooper @jeemyjamz @thetaoofbetty @hbiccjsblog @paperlesscrown @gershwinn @veronicadvalle @amab1060 @sprouseharts @cherylbombshells @oryoucouldstay @ohxdarling @fyeahriverdale @jughead-jones

[shymeg]

Is there particular fics (Bughead or not) that was/were unforgettable for you?

I love to read. I can get lost in a book and feel for the characters. One book I can read over and over again and find something different, and even emotional changes is Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. To know she wrote that as a mere ghost story and what she talked about was just coming to age so it was like wow.If you mean fan fiction Anon I have a lot I adore Bughead, Penny Dreadful, Black Butler, Orphan Black, Sailor moon etc.I can tell you currently for Bughead ficsI am reading Wicked by @writeradamanteveAnything @bughead4days puts out she is truly amazing and if she writes a book I’m sure I’ll be one of the first people in line to buy it.Scars by @itsindiansummer13Don’t stand so close to me by @it-happened-one-starry-nightThe Mixing of Sides and the babysitter by @crashhaleI mean there are so many but those recently have been updated as well.If you wanna talk books, fan fic feel free to come off anon and message me.Seriously you guys there are a lot of great Bughead fan fic and I absolutely love it. Sometimes I just can’t keep up. So if you aren’t listed it’s not because I don’t like it, I’m just not sure who to credit sorry….Some Authors to check out@noorakardemmomesaetre @flwrpotts @daisy-chain-gardens @coledemort @gellsbellshead @mogitz @buggyheaad @squids2therescue @elegantmoonchild @mayberrry101 @lilibug–xx @mistressofmalplaquet still waiting on my updates of degrees and Shirley temple @night-hawk94 @paperlesscrown @dreamer757 @jeemyjamz @tory-b so so many more

[jandjsalmon]

Thank you, you lovely friends. 

Um... I am pretty confident about myself so this isn’t hard - except you may be turned off by the length and breadth of my vanity. lol.

1. I’m friendly and outgoing and when I love things - I love them A LOT and everyone knows about it. It’s a wonderful way to live - being exactly who you say you are. I guess it’s my attempt at having integrity or not being a hypocrite - but I like myself, so I don’t bother hiding who I am from pretty much anyone.

2. In a group of real life peoples - I’m usually the centre of attention and people generally like me (except when they don’t - to which I ask “What’s wrong with them? I’m pleasant!) Ha ha. But it’s not like I hog the convo or anything. I like to think that my personality encourages other people to share more of their stories and have fun too. Maybe this is too close to #1. Hrm.

3. I’m beautiful. Okay - so that sounds super vain. I’m not as thin or as cute as I once was... but I’ve earned this realization after years of feelings of inadequacy. I’m pretty. I have a hunky hubby who still wants to make out with me after over 17 years of marriage (holy cow that means I’m super old) - so it’s a good life and objectively, I can happily admit that while I wouldn’t stop traffic with my looks - I’m pretty after a fashion. :)

4. I’m a fairly intelligent kinda gal. Absolutely no street smarts whatsoever though - which is something Jay teases me about on the regular. lol, But if you want to talk about the War of the Roses for hours? I’m your girl. Help my kids with their spelling (because they inherited their father’s dreadful spelling skilz?) I’m your mom. Wanna debate whether Hitler or Stalin was more evil? Bring it on. ;)

5. Um... I can sing. My whole family can actually (like my sisters and my mom and her sisters and my grandpa etc.) We all find enjoyment in it - and we don’t make people’s ears bleed. People keep asking us to sing in public - so yeah. I like that about myself.