#just being like ... FUCK i love betty cooper

[cactus-cactus-cactus]

Ok as a little cap on my riverdale journey here’s my favorite little things in no particular order

Jughead gets rabies

Anything chic and/or Charles do

Every time someone brings up the organ harvesting cult in casual conversation

Julian turning Archie and Reggie bisexual

Veronica placing a hit on her dad and murdering her husband

The entire next to normal episode

The entire Carrie episode (Ethel was ROBBED)

The ride the cyclone interlude

The way the sisters of quiet mercy uniforms are the same as Alice Spencer’s fit in Alice by heart (this one is just a me thing)

Every single main character having straight up tortured someone (Betty and Veronica boiling a man alive, jughead cutting of that tattoo, Archie re-breaking Nick the rapist’s broken legs)

Alice cooper I love you Alice cooper

Actually just the entire cooper family. The whole bloodline. And I do include Ethel and also chic they’re everything to me

The gravity with which maple syrup is treated it’s like fucking drugs to this town

Dark Betty.

Archie getting compared to Biff Loman (I made a comment about him being biff coded and then like four episodes later. Hell yeah)

The three jugheads. God I wish I could watch them all interact at once.

Puppet Reggie

Cheryl tricking her family into cannibalism

Nana rose

The Hiram origin episode. Actually all the backstory episodes are works of art

Sabrina being both an in universe character and also one of jugheads ocs

The bunker. It’s genuinely more iconic than pops to me I love the bunker

That time Kevin referenced succession

[doctorcurdlejr]

Okay reviewing my top 10 from 2023

1. 39,674 notes - Aug 12 2023 I can be normal about things. Don't look at my blog.

I have no fucking recollection of what prompted this post but according to the posts I made promptly after this it was NOT about Gerard Way OR Riverdale, but a secret third thing.... (Paramore Thick Skull). Knowing this makes me feel like I have a little secret everybody in the tags is wrong about so 6/10

2. 11,970 notes - Aug 14 2023

4/10. I like that it's about Riverdale (intrinsic good) but I accidentally molly whopped the hive of annoying people who hate Riverdale. Read Archie Horror and Grow Up.

3. 10,980 notes - Nov 29 2023 2023 LOVE WRAPPED you briefly fell in love with 100 strangers in passing this year Top 5% of lovers

6/10. I love love. Also this wasn't about Hozier but I love Hozier so I'll accept it

4. 10,331 notes - Nov 2 2023 sometimes I get sad when I think about all the people who are missing out on the pleasures of life only because they've decided...

8/10. Not at all my usual type of posting but Please Love Being Alive And Having Fun It's Really Awesome

5. 7,638 notes - Aug 24 2023

10/10. DID YOU KNOW I CRIED REAL ACTUAL TEARS THIS NIGHT I LOVE RIVERDALE YOU SOARED HIGHER THAN THE SUN

6. 5,038 notes - May 14 2023 best American fast food chain? Whataburger In N Out Cook Out Five Guys White Castle Steak 'n Shake Shake Shack The Chains...

4/10. It's like none of you want to eat at my highly regional fast food chain called Cook Out... what's up with that? Sorry to the Midwest for forgetting CULVER'S I don't live close to one and frankly I thought it was a custard place more than a burger place. Listening and learning

7. 3,975 notes - Aug 24 2023

10/10. FEATURING RIVER AS DALE

8. 3,257 notes - Jul 18 2023

8/10. SOOOO true scan from my copy of dykes to watch out for that I had hidden under my mattress for a day because I thought it was a funny reference to a post I made about Betty Cooper

9. 3,077 notes - Aug 23 2023 tonight they're euthanizing my beautiful wife for her visions of a bisexual world. her name is Riverdale. please keep her in...

9/10. Riverdale post but it's about how my beautiful wife is now DEAD which personally not a fan of. I did make this post on the clock at my job where I did 0 work because I was so stressed about Riverdale ending I just had Tumblr open instead and had what amounted to a public breakdown online (not really but You Know What I Mean) but I was typing so much everybody thought I was doing so much work

10. 2,982 notes - Nov 11 2023

10/10. Ayo you are like a cherry on my milkshake

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[tibby]

Tibby idk if we are mutuals but to me you are the one whose article about how men in movies and tv are the same as teen girls in other tv and movies I would read and trust.

I hope I am conveying this ok! I mean I feel like the way you draw connections between various media and like depictions of girlhood and fraught connections between girls in media is really interesting!!!

OH LMAO thank you!!! i take some issue with the way twitter and tumblr and tiktok try to present "girlhood" as this unifying thing every woman on earth can relate to, as if every single woman (or woman adjacent, given that i personally do not identify as such but that is how i was raised and how i am perceived. but i digress!) have had the exact same experiences across the board. and a lot of it results in tenuous links between various characters in media who have nothing in common except...being women. maybe sharing a genre.

and it's funny to me, because the same links can be made between just about any character if you try hard enough, and the idea of writing off middle aged men as teen girl coded is entertaining. i don't think there's enough there to ever explore it outside of joke posts, but also if there's one truth i know, it's that peter strahm is betty cooper coded. but betty cooper is not necessarily peter strahm coded. SHE is the blueprint and he is the copy, and she actually outsmarted the killer who had a psychosexual obsession with her, so.

and maybe that is making a mockery of quote unquote girlhood but also the idea of ""girlhood"" as presented on tumblr is so empty and hollow and reinforces gender roles and acts like a universal concept when it really isn't.

like. jason blossom fulfils the role of laura palmer and lawrence gordon is a quinn fabray kinnie and eduardo from the social network would relate to the melodrama alsbum. does any of this fucking mean anything? not necesarily! but neither do "womanhood is [specific experience of the op who doesn't realise not everyone lives in suburban ohio]" posts.

anyway this sounds like me being a hater and also now i'm concerned i misinterpreted what you were trying to say, as i sometimes do. but much love anyway and never forget that in a world where the term has been butchered to mean "any woman in a horror movie," matias o'brien IS a final girl <3

[sumeria]

could you do a follow-up to your brat/riverdale ask where you explain your answers? pretty please?

okay (original post linked there)

360: veronica literally is on the news shes making moves shes getting photos taken of her shes running for office shes the she-wolf of wall street like. she is 360 she is gabriette she is julia.

club classics: this is a gay kevin song because kevin is gay and knows about club classics and would be the obnoxious fag after doing a line who goes to a dj and is like can you play something with a fucking beat.

sympathy is a knife: archie literally commits ego death every day of his fucking life archie has no idea how to ask for help archie is so sad all the time literally archie is constantly trying to catch up to the shadow of jason blossom the nicer people are to him the worse he feels come AWN

i might say something stupid: i said this was s5 betty and i still think it is bc s5 is her saying kind of fucked up stuff and getting along really poorly with like everyone because of #barcheating and also fucking off to the fbi for 7 years without talking to her family?

talk talk: jabitha forever. they love each other and even though jughead is such a fucking weirdo freak loser tabitha listens to him talk and entertains him and they work so good together guys. heterosexual love was invented on riverdale and they call it jabitha.

von dutch: this is LITERALLY hiram lodge. HE GETS MONEY YOU GET MAD BECAUSE THE BANKS SHUT!!!!

everything is romantic: archie finds beauty in riverdale even when its shitty and broken down and being set on fire and full of ghoulies. he still sees it as something lovely and worth saving and his hometown. and i think thats why i would say everything is romantic would be an archie andrews song because he would see beauty and romance in shitty tattoos and flip flops and families living in a house

rewind: betty cooper has been pining for high school since the moment she entered high school. she has been pining for this idealized, idyllic youth that never fucking existed but she keeps calling back to it and everyone around her goes 'yeah that never happened but this fucked up thing like right next to it did.' and yet. she clings so tightly to the idea that her childhood was good.

so i: when i said this was a polly cooper song i meant more this was a song ABOUT polly cooper. alice and betty probably both would sing something like this about polly, imho

girl, so confusing: toni topaz's last ex was cheryl blossom, who, after breaking up with her, proceeded to have the most horribly hostile relationship that included cursing her baby. and then she decided they were okay and friends. i think toni deserves to say 'cheryl what is wrong with you.'

apple: cheryl, veronica, and betty are the clearest cut examples of generational trauma impacting every aspect of someones life in especially negative ways down to how they feel about themselves and any potential children they might have.

b2b: heather literally had to orchestrate a spiritual possession of her girlfriends body with her ex so that they could have lesbian sex to save the town from a comet. cheryl DID wind up right back with toni even though neither of them wanted to and heather just wanted to be happy with cheryl. sad.

mean girls: cheryl and veronica are both nasty catholic girls who would call their tops daddy i said what i SAID. veronica WAS the toast of manhattan at one point in the show. theyre both intelligent women in their mid 20s in s6. AND THEYRE CUNTS!!! and i love them both.

i think about it all the time: CHERYL WANTS TO HAVE A CHILD SOOO BAD. SHE WANTED JUNIPER AND DAGWOOD SHE WANTED TONIS SON AND SHE FINALLY HAD HER BEAUTIFUL SON DALE SHORT FOR RIVERDALE.

365: hermione lodge is doing coke with homosexuals in manhattan.

hello goodbye: jughead is so fucking bad at communicating with his friends and his partners about his genuine emotional state that it took him getting into a motorcycle accident in s6 for tabitha to be like hey i think something is genuinely fucking wrong with you babe.

guess: reggie, at any given moment, is preparing for his calvin klein debut. reggie thinks of himself as a sex symbol and is surprised when other people do not. reggie thinks people are guessing what underwear hes wearing at all times.

spring breakers: bret and donna are rich, mean, and judgemental. they are nasty and they are bratty and they are cunty. they do kill people or try to. and they are two-faced petty bitches. this is their song!

[darkshrimpemotions]

so, having watched the first 6 seasons… what did you think of riverdale? did you like it? i'm interested in hearing your thoughts on the show :))

I genuinely cannot believe a show with the premise of "edgy grimdark take on Archie comics" is so fucking good. It has no business being this good. No business whatsoever.

Season 1? A murder mystery in a small town full of odd characters and secrets, family issues and generational traumas. Pretty standard CW fare, but with an added element of class commentary that was surprisingly thoughtful. Every character is so interesting and well fleshed out. Every episode feels so intentional. Fantastic balance of plot and character development with an ending I TRULY did not see coming. 10/10

Season 2 is more of a thriller, or a slasher even. Funnily enough though the plot got more sensational, the characters felt more grounded. The story felt very character focused and driven. Every insane detail made perfect sense in the context of what the characters were dealing with. They also really built on the class commentary from season 1 and fleshed out the world of Riverdale. Iconic Jughead moments in every episode. 11/10

Season 3 focused far more on plot, sometimes to the direct detriment of characters in ways that frustrated me. But the plot was interesting enough to keep me from being too bitter about that, especially as the season went on and the character-driven storytelling started to reassert itself. Overall I preferred seasons 1 and 2, but season 3 is iconic in its own way for sure. Betty supremacy this season! 9.5/10

Season 4 was a welcome return to what I genuinely consider to be the central theme of Riverdale as a whole: class struggle and the wicked excesses and abuses of the capitalist elites. I loved the return to more grounded, character-focused storytelling, and the boarding school mystery is a classic trope. It was also nice seeing the characters less siloed into separate stories and more in pairs or groups. There were definitely storylines I cared about more than others (Veronica's endless cycle with her dad began to grate after three seasons of the same shit over and over; I wanted to see her win!). But overall it was a fantastic season that made incredible use of its non-linear storytelling device. Also? Cooper-Jones family absolutely owned this season for me. 12/10

Season 5 was hard for me at first. I balked at the state of everyone after the time jump, especially Veronica ans Jughead. But eventually I realized that the thing that made me balk so hard was how heartbreakingly realistic it was. Once I got past that, I was able to truly enjoy this extremely grounded small town political drama. Archie and Veronica really shone this season, though I continued to be frustrated by Ronnie and Hiram's storyline. This was definitely the season where Archie came into his own, though, and in my opinion Veronica's true victory over her father as well. Toni had a much more central story as well, given how deeply entwined with Riverdale and the Serpents she is, which I loved. This felt like a more adult take on seasons 1 and 2, with the characters now adults who are fully responsible for how their community turns out, rather than kids just trying to survive it. 10/10

Season 6 was pure unfiltered wackadoo in the best way possible. The writers have never adhered to genre conventions, but in this season they took genre as a concept, ran it through a crosscut paper shredder, burned the scraps, and scattered the ashes. The addition of magic made an odd kind of sense given Riverdale exists in the same universe as Greendale, and the Rivervale episodes had me riveted and horrified. The fact that magic in Riverdale is grounded in pre-existing worldbuilding and character development certainly helps. Like of course Betty can see threatening auras and Pop's is the final battleground between good and evil! Of course the devil is a businessman and angels are comrades! Of course the police are corrupt agents of violent control! Riverdale really said the ultimate battle between good and evil is fought with unions, mutual aid, and class solidarity. Chef's kiss. 27/10

I cannot wait to see how it all ends. Though I'll be sad that it's over.

[jazzmckay]

i finally finished the fallout show, so here are my thoughts. i will talk about both things i enjoyed and things i didn't enjoy. be aware that i'm one of Those west coast fallout fans so this will be bethesda-critical, although it's never my goal to be a hater or make fans of bethesda games feel bad for enjoying them.

spoilers for not only the show, but most fallout games ive played, which includes: fallout, fallout 2, fallout 3, and fallout: new vegas

lets start with the positive!

things i enjoyed:

the aesthetics: it just plain looks good. it matches the games pretty accurately, it brought the world of fallout to this new medium very well. visually, it definitely looks like fallout, and i thought it had some nice cinematography and shot framing. i like that it was never too dark to see what was going on, i like that it was fairly vibrant even with the unavoidable Brown Wasteland, Metal Grey Vault palettes. the costumes were great. i liked how the people looked realistic for the world they're living in. i would have liked cooper to be more standard ghouly, but after having seen the full show, i'm fine with it. the ghouls have a lot of range, physically, and it does make sense for cooper to be more human-like because he's actively preserving himself, and probably did so pre-war as well. all in all it was visually great

the main characters: lucy is a fantastic main character. i love how shaped she is from living in vault 33 specifically, with her moral compass, view of the world, social uniqueness, and relationship with sex. i adore that she's such a positive person, always wanting to see the best in others and make the best of any situation, but that doesn't mean she can't get hurt and angry, can't fight when she has to. she's fun and badass, i really like her. maximus is just as complex, shaped by the brotherhood instead of the vault--again, moral compass, view of the world etc all coloured by where he's spent most of his life, just in a different way from lucy. more grey, more skewed, more manipulated, in my opinion, even though of course vault 33 was quite manipulated as well. his struggle with identity is awesome. i like how both of them are a little weird, a little socially unhinged, and majorly biased about the world. i enjoyed maximus' struggle and journey with coming into his own. i'll be eager to see that continue in s2. cooper took me almost the ENTIRE season to warm up to. at first he was the kind of character i found interesting, but difficult to like. right from the start, you know he wasn't always like this, and 200 years in the wasteland has understandably changed him, but i was still very "fuck this guy, hes a prick and he annoys me" for most of the show. the final episode finally tipped me over onto the "okay yeah im properly into this character now" side. he's definitely layered, just takes a bit to see more than the outer one that makes him just look like... a major piece of shit. i love a dark character as much as the next guy, but i prefer if it Makes Sense, and i didn't fully get him until the last ep. eager to see how he develops going forward as well. don't have a lot to say about norm, i just really like him. hell yeah fuck shit up, little bro

the side characters: betty and stephanie fascinate me, especially after learning who they really are. moldaver is SO COOL and a milf for real oh my god i'm a little obsessed. thaddeus surprised me with his depth. ma june was really cool and felt sort of quintessential fallout to me. even just the one-off people of the wasteland were really interesting to me. they were real people with a place in this world, no matter how small. (you'll notice i havent mentioned dane, even though being nb myself, a nb character should be a big deal to me. well. i still dont entirely know how i feel about dane, unfortunately)

the vault lore: from start to finish, i was HOOKED on everything to do with the vaults. the concept of 3 vaults being connected and able to trade with each other when necessary was interesting. i liked the concept of vault 33 and how it gave the characters a different culture about relationships and sex. then i enjoyed the suspense of the lie unravelling, of following norm's arc of defying what he'd been raised with to figure everything out. it was very tense and mysterious.

vault lore part 2: historically, i've not been a fan of pre-war society actually being shown. didn't like that they did that in fo4, though part of that could be that i just massively dislike the choices they made for it, including how it locked the player too much into an unchangeable (heterosexual) backstory. i guess i'm not fully against the pre-bomb time being shown as long as it's lore-friendly, and i'm pleasantly surprised that the show was pretty lore-friendly indeed. not entirely. i have some major gripes that i will get into later, but i liked the tension and intrigue of the big corporations doing their gross capitalism shit, and cooper finding out just how fucked up they are. the idea of the vault ownership being split up between different companies and therefore different ideals so "the best ideas of how to continue civilization can win" was interesting! i think it's more grounded to say that most vaults were trying to make something viable for the future, not just fucked up experiments for the sake of it, but the ideas were extreme and many doomed to failure. i wouldn't even say this is a retconn, a lot of the vaults, even the ones that got really messed up, can be viewed as an attempt at making something good, just with amoral methods

how the brotherhood was portrayed: FINALLY bethesda has written the brotherhood in a way more reflective of what they're supposed to be. the brotherhood are not the ultimate heroic knights in shining armour. they're not just a grandstanding military faction. caveat that i don't know the fo4 brotherhood personally, but fo3!brotherhood was so incomprehensible. in fo1, the brotherhood is reclusive and focused on technological / scientific information. they are a force to be reckoned with when convinced to take good action, but they're on the insular side. in fo2, they're a destroyed shadow of what they were, with barely any presence. in fnv they're even more reclusive, entirely xenophobic to anyone outside of the brotherhood and further stuck in their ways. you can help them improve, but there are cult vibes. and the show? i am impressed by how they focused on those cult vibes! the brotherhood doesn't have to be 100% the same every time when there's a lot of geography between chapters and different points in the last 200 have different needs, different goals and enemies, but the brotherhood should, imo, always be a grey area. when lucy asked "this is good right, the brotherhood are the good guys?" and maximus and thaddeus were like....... eh... it's. a complicated organization. THATS THE REAL SHIT. complex. a bit uncomfortable because they're reclusive and teach their people biased ideas of the wasteland. an ideology that makes sense in-verse, but isn't a simple dichotomy of good or bad. some parts of it were uncomfortable for me in a "well thats an odd writing choice" but most of it was uncomfortable in the way the brotherhood is SUPPOSED to be uncomfortable, and i am here for that

the scene where maximus comes clean to lucy and she accepts him, because she's learned how complicated the surface world is, and she has been travelling with him enough to see who he really is

the fnv theme cue when the ncr flag was shown. got me emotional fr

lucy is down to fuck and i LOVE that for her. it's great to see a female main character be so into sex without it being for any reason other than... she thinks sex is good and fun

the lucy/maximus ship. im officially on team "people who say its boring and lacking in chemistry might be not giving the black character the consideration he deserves because of internalized racism" sorry

i can ALSO get behind the lucy/cooper ship, after the last episode. it feels like theyre on somewhat even ground now. i can go for a begrudging allies pair. they should have rough, angry sex and remind each other it doesn't mean anything after and then they both go and pine and/or brood about the people they wish they were with, or wish they were with but in a happier story

the music in general

cx404 my beloved <3

things i did not enjoy:

the biggest issue is, of course, the way the show completely fucked with and/or retconned fallout: new vegas. in my opinion, it was very disrespectful, to the point where it's hard to see it as anything but maliciously intentional for mr. todd 'liar' howard to literally nuke the center of west coast fallout's world. it feels scummy. it feels tone deaf. it feels like a kid stomping on another kids sand castle at the beach because all they understand is destruction and coming out on top. and it also makes NO sense. the show says shady sands was bombed in 2277, which is the year of the first battle of hoover dam, and 4 years before the start of fnv. it renders everything in fnv void. the thing is that shady sands is just one small part of the ncr--in fo1, its a small farming village just getting started and a couple generations later in fo2, it isnt even recognizable as shady sands anymore, its just. The New California Republic. it's huge! it's sprawling! bombing a single city wouldn't have wiped out the ncr--and even the show acknowledges this with vault 4 and moldaver's people--but it's still too significant a calamity that fnv could have happened the way it did proceeding it. you can't just add an event like this and think it'll work when no one in fnv mentions it, when it can't retroactively impact the ncr's future that is already shown. and even though the show does allow that remnants of the ncr have survived, they didn't do it in the way that makes sense, in my opinion. what would make sense is having an entire nation losing its capitol, but the rest being able to continue on. it doesnt make sense for them to become what they did in the show, nor having it be a non-issue during fnv. the ncr could not have had a continued presence in the mojave if that nuke really happened. ive seen pieces of articles and such about how they were careful to follow the timeline and "dont worry, fnv still happened!" but.... they most certainly did not follow the timeline, and what they did utterly fucks up fnv's narrative

the answering of the question "who fired the first bomb". while i enjoyed the backstory, i did not enjoy this question being answered. the point of fallout is not who was right and who was wrong. the point isnt about there being a good side, a bad side, a justification for anything. the point is that nuclear bombs are horrific and what happened to the world is the ultimate tragedy. and it's about communities still being able to rise from the ashes and make something real. it's about people being able to survive and thrive. yes, conflict persists, but the world has not ended, and in west coast fallout, entire cities have grown up from nothing to take on a way of life all on their own, different from the pre-war days, but no longer weighed down by the tragedy, either. east coast fallout is post-apocalypse. west coast fallout is post-post-apocalypse. it's supposed to be post-post-apocalypse, and who dropped the bombs does not matter. the point is that war never changes--but people do. the old world is gone, what happened happened, and society has to move on. answering the question of who dropped the bombs serves no narrative purpose

and if america dropped the bombs on themselves--what does that mean for the rest of the world? of course, we have never known if the rest of the world is still out there continuing as normal, but making the bombs in america an inside job has new implications for china's part in everything. i do wonder if the shift away from the american-chinese conflict is a sensitivity issue. i'm not knowledgeable enough on the topic to speak on it further

robert house's potential/likely character assassination: the best way i could possibly read it is that house was being reticent about his true feelings because it wouldn't have been very tactful to oppose an entire room of capitalism moguls. but his part in planning the bombs is, if taken at face value, utterly opposed to his actual goals as stated in fnv. i want to believe he was just flying under the radar to get information. but it either doesnt make sense, or we dont have the full story yet, because house's intentions were to save new vegas from the bombs, and he wasn't able to save the entire area, which he should have been able to do if in the know, and he also would have been able to get the platinum chip on a better timeline if he was in the know. i'm trying to reserve judgement in case they elaborate on him in s2, but s1!house is.... not fnv!house

needed more pre-existing rad creatures. i'm guessing the bear was supposed to be a yao guai even though they didn't name it, but the gulper was new, and i wouldve liked to see geckos, maybe nightstalkers or cazadors if possible, just... anything properly reminiscent of west coast fallout. based on the final scenes, i'd like to think we'll see deathclaws in s2. please.

sometimes there were bouts of confusing / weird writing. episode 6 in particular had me a bit "what the fuck is going on and why are certain characters acting like this????". the scene where maximus reveals himself to thaddeus was also lackluster in my opinion. i think it should have been drawn out at least a bit. maximus trying to explain, thaddeus being conflicted--not just an immediate flip. it's hard to believe maximus would injure thaddeus THAT badly without trying something else first. whiplash for real. maximus was a little weird in vault 4 and i genuinely don't know what vibe they were going for. at first i thought he'd been drugged and the people there were going to experiment on him. (also how did cooper NOT SEE the "test subjects" over the door when he was doing the vault-tec ad? i dont remember if the name plate was shown in the commercial itself but i sure hope not or, uhhh... people would have known something bad was up). it was just a bit ??? for me, that whole damn episode. what was with the ncr remnants acting Like That? i don't get it and it was never addressed again? am i just supposed to believe that a couple decades or whatever separated from the ncr society has turned them into a cult? what association do they even have with moldaver anymore? its all so weird and unexplained. and if moldaver opposed vault-tec, how did she end up in cryo with them? i guess she didn't actively walk away from it? maybe im missing something here

on that note, the portrayal of the ncr: moldaver and her people end up being ncr but they were played the whole time like raiders. only for the end of the show to have moldaver's settlement be totally normal people just living their lives. what the hell? and the vault 4 people, again, were unsettling and confusing, i don't understand what i'm supposed to take away from this. i suppose the point is that time has changed both groups, and moldaver's been pushed to extremes, but the framing was just.... weird and iffy for me. it's a far cry from the ncr i'm used to

final thoughts:

i did overall enjoy the show, but i suppose, as they say about games like fo4, "it was a good show, but it wasn't a good fallout show". i was pleasantly surprised in a lot of ways, but the fact remains that bethesda misses, or disregards, the whole point of fallout. often they go directly against the original message of fallout. most modern fallout just isn't what it was when it started or what it is when created by people who were there at the beginning. it's painful being a west coast fan specifically, sometimes, because todd is always finding new ways to massacre my boy. but if i pretend this isn't canon and that it has no bearing on one of my favourite games, if i look at it just as it is instead of something that hinges with a bunch of other stories... it was surprisingly enjoyable. i just have to turn off the part of my brain that wants to fight mr howard in the dennys parking lot at 4am

[liege-of-the-bees]

S7e19: The Golden Age of Television

Let's go Angel Tabitha!

Riverdale is not utopian

THE LITTLE GAY LEAN ON THE BOMB

Finally Featherhead is gone

Mr Cooper moving into the basement AS HE DESERVES

Yeah, it's the 50s. If Alice divorces it's not like she's gonna have many rights

NANA ROSE

OH GOD ARCHIE AND REGGIE ARE SO GAY

Veronica filmmaker era!

Weatherbee returning?

Weatherbee returning!

The Weatherbee actor really gave his whole ussy into that performance ngl

EVELYN

Aw Archie :)

DANCE BATTLE TIME

Cheryl I love you

THE SCREAM

They're allies x

OK I get that Mr Fieldstone is being nice but he has just essentially fired Jughead on the spot

HER MANIFESTO

KELLER AND FRANK???

THE HOMOPHOBIC DADS???

They probably call each other slurs during sex

Betty you talk about fucking in that book

Betty: 'Mom you should masturbate'

They really should have developed Clay more bc I love him and I just want him to be happy :(

Archie farmboy era!

Reggie kiss your boyfriend

They love each other so much I just want them to be old gay men together

Betty and Alice have such generational trauma :(

TABITHA

Binge watching Riverdale is now a plot point in Riverdale so real

Tabitha my sewing queen

The Matrix dilemma?

The gayest season ending on a reference to a film that is famously a trans metaphor

'I was a footballer, a soldier, denser, heavier, also invulnerable'

'Please Jughead, show us, we want to know if we're lesbians'

You sure did kill those men Veronica

That's fair Kevin I wouldn't want to see pre-season-7 Kevin either

THE BEAR

The superpowers were good fuck you

I have such angsty feelings about Tabitha :(

My child :(

I am a Jabitha feeling haver first and a human second :(

Yeah that makes sense. Jughead is too much of a nosy bitch to want to forget anything

[daughter-of-melpomene]

Alright, @luucypevensie sent me an ask asking for an infodump about my newest baby Drew, but I made a mistake with the actual ask, so we're redoing it! Here we go!!

(Putting it under the cut because this got a little ✨ long ✨):

So as I said in his intro post, Drew grew up on the Northside in a nice house, with parents who were lovely people. He's been playing basketball completely since middle school, and he's good at it, good enough to be a starter on the Riverdale High team . Middle school was also when he met Jughead, and while the other boy always seemed to be better friends with Archie, Drew kind of attached to him because he didn't really have any friends at that point and Jughead liked him enough to be one.

Though they're never really friends, Archie winds up becoming significant in Drew's life too. During junior year, Archie approaches Drew and tells him that he's questioning his sexuality, since Drew's been out as bisexual since eighth grade and he's one of the only openly queer people at school, so Archie feels like he can talk to him. This talking turns into a makeout session, and that makeout session turns into many secret makeout sessions, and eventually true hookups, throughout the school year. Even though Drew knows that Archie will probably never come out and is using him as an experiment more than anything else, he continues to meet with him in empty classrooms and, occasionally, in each others' bedrooms, and despite himself, he develops a hopeless crush on the redhead.

Archie isn't the only significant redhead in Drew's life, however; before Jason Blossom got involved with Polly Cooper, Drew had made out with him once when they were both tipsy at a party. Drew was never really interested in Jason and is not particularly sad when he dies, having seen how he treated Polly and knowing what kind of person he was, but he does feel bad for Cheryl, who he's always felt is actually nicer than she lets on. He makes a point to try to get to know her, wanting her to have someone to lean on, and the two of them wind up becoming genuine friends during this time.

However, when Jughead gets pulled into the others' investigation of Jason's death, Drew makes a point to stay out of it, worried for the gang but not wanting to get in any potential danger by sniffing around. However, he is there when everyone discovers that Jason's own father had murdered his son, and when the others pull Cheryl out of the river, he is the first one to comfort her and encourage her to get therapy (because that's what should have happened if the writers hadn't fucked it up).

(And while Drew is all for healthy coping mechanisms like therapy and meditation, he isn't exactly upset when Cheryl burns down her family's mansion.)

Drew also does his best to be there for Jughead when his father's involvement in Jason's murder is revealed, but now he's with Betty and he's still got Archie and he doesn't really need Drew anymore, if he ever did. Drew has always known that Jughead doesn't see him as nearly as much of a friend as Drew has seen him, but now the other boy is actively pulling away from him and he only really has Cheryl now, and that's enough to send Drew into a mild depressive episode (he does have clinically diagnosed depression, but he takes medication and having actual episodes is rare for him).

And then, to top everything off, his parents doe in a car accident after coming back from a date night and being hit by a drunk driver.

After his parents' joint funeral, Drew is sent to the Southside to live with his aunt Florence and uncle Steven, his only living relatives. He's grieving his parents terribly and doesn't even leave his new house for the first month after moving, even when Jughead, who wants to reconnect with Drew now that the two of them have both been forced to the Southside, tries to come and visit him.

Finally, thanks to the help of his aunt and uncle, who are just as lovely as his parents, and Cheryl, who he texts constantly, Drew is able to recover enough to start school at Southside High. He knows pretty immediately that it might be a good idea to join one of the Southside gangs for protection, but the Ghoulies terrify him and none of the Serpents seem inclined to let him into their group, seeing him as nothing but a naïve little Northsiders simply trying to join their ranks to be cool. (Except for Toni, obviously, because Toni is best.)

Drew tries to convince Jughead to join the gang with him, since the Serpents will definitely let him in if FP Jones's son vouches for him and anyway Jughead could probably use their protection too, but Jughead refuses, insistent on remaining a loner. They get into an argument about this, and just like that, Drew is left with no friends on the Northside, just when he and Jughead were starting to reconnect.

A few days after their fight, though, Drew is going to the bathroom during class when he finds Sweet Pea being attacked in the hallway by two Ghoulies, and jumps in to help him. The two manage to beat the Ghoulies off, and Sweet Pea thanks him, saying that he didn't really expect to be helped by anyone who isn't a Serpent. Drew, sweetheart that he is, simply says that he wasn't going to just stand there and let anyone be attacked, and that prompts Sweet Pea to go to Fangs and tell him that he thinks Drew should be allowed to join the gang.

After going through the initiation process - which is probably a bit less challenging than it might have been if he hadn't saved Sweet Pea's ass - Drew is officially named a Southside Serpent. And, though he's still nursing his hopeless feelings for Archie (and, occasionally, sneaking back over to the Northside to hook up with the boy in the middle of the night), he also can't help but flirt with the cute Serpent leader who doesn't really seem to be too interested in him.

And what could possibly go wrong from flirting with a teenage gang leader?

That's all I have for my boy right now, but thanks for asking about him, Grace!! 🖤🖤🖤

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. “Thanks for coming to the planetarium with us, Betts.” The shortening of her name had started the week prior, when they went out for another coffee run and he accidentally slipped up and called her that. He hadn’t been sure how she’d take it but when all she did was blush faintly and smile, he knew he had done the right thing.

She nodded her head, green irises shining happily. “Thanks for not scheduling it on a day I go into the office. I’m happy to help in anyway I can.” Her voice was sincere and he knew her words rang true as they came as she smiled brightly at him. He shrugged a shoulder.

“It was for me as much as it was for you,” he assured her quietly. “I need all the help I can get on field trips like these.”

Betty smiled kindly, patting his hand the next moment. “You’re doing a lovely job, Jughead. The kids adore you.”

It was Jughead’s turn to blush at the praise. He had always hoped he’d make a good teacher; wanting the kids to know that they could rely on him whenever they needed him most. He was relieved to know that the majority of them seemed to at least know that. “Thanks Betty.” He smiled shyly, feeling very much like a schoolboy with his first crush. He knew it would be inevitable that he would ask her out on a date.

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#4

Have the writers stopped fucking with Jughead and Betty yet or?

24 notes - Posted March 21, 2022

#3

“Betty Cooper, you are a sight for sore eyes,” Jughead grinned at her, taking in her appearance and she wished she had thought to touchup her makeup but she had been busy with the pie.

She pulled a face. “I look like I’ve been in the kitchen all evening. Probably smell like it too.”

Jughead bent his head down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, hopefully the first of many that night, and shook his head. “You smell like chocolate, an utterly divine scent if you ask me.”

Betty melted into the next kiss he placed on her lips.

“Yuck!”

Pulling back, they turned and faced Charlotte, who was staring at them from the hallway. “Charlotte, didn’t I tell you to wait in the kitchen?” Betty quirked an eyebrow at her daughter.

“Yes, but it was taking you a while at the door and I wanted to make sure everything was okay,” Charlotte said. “I didn’t expect you to be sucking face with Mr. Jones.”

Sucking face? Where did she even learn that phrase from? Jughead laughed. “Hey, Charlotte. Sorry you saw me, uh, kissing your mother.”

“I don’t care Mr. Jones,” Charlotte shrugged a shoulder, smiling good-naturedly the next moment. “I mean, it’s better than my dad.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39206100/chapters/99005949

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#2

Just then, he heard her retching again and cut off the stove, running towards her the next moment and gathering up all of her hair as she was violently sick into the bowl he spent the day cleaning out periodically. "You're all right, baby, you're all right." His tone was low and soothing for her, hoping to encourage her to stay as calm as possible. No one liked throwing up repeatedly but the silver bullet had done a number on her. Betty slumped back into the pillows a moment later, finished for the time being.

"I'm sorry," she croaked in a raspy voice and Jughead winced when she did, knowing her throat had to be feeling like an inferno by now. He pushed her sweaty hair off her forehead and rubbed soothing circles into her skin there as he helped her take a sip of the room-temperature water that was resting on the nightstand.

"Its okay, baby," he assured her softly, letting her know he was in no way upset about taking care of her. He wasn't – not in the slightest. He rubbed her back slowly as he encouraged her to drink slowly, lest it upset her stomach once more and when she had her fill, he pulled back the glass from her lips, removing it from her trembling hold altogether. "Better?" His question was laced in gentleness; only the tone his mate could pull from him as he nudged a lock of hair behind her ear.

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29 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

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“Yes, he was nice,” Charlotte said softly, tucking herself behind her mother’s body and Betty led her into the building and down the halls to where her classroom was. Walking inside, she spotted a young man – not much older than her – with raven locks and a genuine smile as he greeted each new student. She led Charlotte – who was still tucked into her side – up to him and waited for their turn. Mr. Jones turned to them after the current kid scampered away and smiled at Betty and Charlotte. Oh my ovaries.

“I’m Jughead Jones,” Jughead said, holding his hand out to her. Betty smiled sweetly, flushing slightly as she shook his hand.

“Betty Cooper, Charlotte Cooper’s mother,” she replied, running her hand down her daughter’s hair.

“Oh yes, she had Michelle, the babysitter take her to back-to-school night, right?” Jughead asked with a smile.

Betty felt her cheeks redden more as she looked down, feeling ashamed of not being able to do more for her daughter. “Yes. I – uh, am sorry. I would have been here but I had to go into work last minute. Out of my control.”

Jughead smiled sympathetically at her. “Not judging you, Ms. Cooper. I understand the importance of a job.” Then he directed his eyes to the little girl, smiling brightly at her. “You ready for a fun day, Charlotte?”

Charlotte stayed close to her mother’s side, hugging her leg as she stared up at Jughead shyly. “Yes, Mr. Jones.”

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I haven’t been watching and I don’t plan to until the shit gets sorted out, but I’ve been lurking and honestly I’m disappointed with the way TBK has been handled. When he’s introduced as part of Betty’s time-skip backstory, it’s clearly a traumatic, horrific experience that she’s had to go through and we see how badly it’s affected her.

Now, from what I’ve picked up from s6, the MO of the killer seems to have completely changed and he’s just out here vibing? It’s being handled so flippantly and I feel like that’s such an insult to what was established in early s5 and what we saw of Betty in that season. In the end, it’s turned into a joke because these writers are fully incapable of carrying a story through and maintaining a consistent tone. This is not at all surprising but I’m really disappointed by it.

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I’m sure someone has already caught this parallel but “the lovebirds” being the unofficial code name for both Jopper and Lumax in the finales for s3 and s4 respectively is wild to me especially because neither couple is officially together at the time and also both make plans for when they get out safe but the plans don’t happen bc one of them “dies”

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NO ONE FUCKING TALK TO ME I’M ABOUT TO GO FERAL

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i’d give up forever to touch you

He touches her differently now.

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all the things we did (look what we became)

Riverdale through Betty's eyes; or, Betty Cooper has gone through a shit ton of trauma and is not handling it well.

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[jugheadvarchoni]

Alright! Riverdale season 2 rewatch is DONE!

Here are some of my thoughts:

This whole season is sooooo teen campy horror and I’m obsessed. I prefer this season over S1 for sure.

TONI FCKING TOPAZ. MY BEST GIRLYYYY. 🥹

The Black Hood is actually such a good villain idc

LOOK. I love FP, but he DID clean up the Blossom’s crime scene, he WAS involved. Whether he was blackmailed or not, he did it. So Betty blackmailing Cheryl by threatening to release the video of Jason’s murder is… very fucked up.

Speaking of Betty… she lowkey annoys me several times throughout this season. She’s such a bad friend 😂

I may be in the minority, but I LOVE all the Serpent drama stuff

Jughead is my extra-brooding broody emo boy this season. Complete with a dramatic ass Bughead breakup lol.

The scene where Fred imagines Archie’s graduation day and says “I didn’t think I’d live to see this day” actually made me cry because Luke Perry passed away before S4 so Fred really didn’t get to see the day…

CHONI CHONI CHONI. Their first meeting, the “you’re sensational” scene at Pop’s, Toni leading the charge to save her, Cheryl (and Jughead) saving Toni from the Ghoulies. Choni’s FIRST KISS. Ughhhh I love my babies so much. 🥰

I was wrong in my S1 post, Alice Cooper is still fcking insufferable this season.

Archie starting a team of teen vigilantes to hunt a serial killer lmfao

Nick St. Clair deserved JAIL. God.

The fact that Kevin has known about the Sisters of Quiet Mercy being an illegal conversion camp for some time and has never done or said anything before, while hooking up with boys from there and being the SON of the sheriff is… concerning.

And then the gang literally does nothing after either

CHONI

VARCHIE. Her being right by his side after Fred was shot, Archie beating the shit out of Nick for hurting her. Their “I LOVE YOU’S”, which was hard for Veronica and caused some tension, but they worked through and came out stronger for it! Dealing with Hiram’s shit lol.

Cheryl Blossom deserved a stint on CW’s Arrow!

Having the Serpent/Ghoulie war off screen was not it… like… that was such a huge point and we saw none of it

Hiram Lodge was a GREAT villain, but at the risk of sounding like a broken record, he was just sooo overused.

Veronica girlbossing & getting ownership of Pop’s because she knows how much it means to people. My girl :’)

FP retiring, making Jughead king, and then Jughead’s first act being inducting Cheryl into the Serpents? Beautiful symmetry that mirrors his own start with the Serpents at the end of S1.

Oh, did I mention CHONI?

The cliffhanger being Archie arrested right after winning the student body election… like goddamn.

I love this fcking season, and idc what anyone else says! It’s better than S1! 💋

[serpentblccd-moving]

“Because I love you!”

Send “Because I love you!” for your muse to blurt that out during an argument! || @coophunts

▌♔ ▌HIS BREATH LEAVES HIS BODY THE MOMENT 'i love you' spills from pretty pink lips that dare speak of love.... involving him. It's not that the SERPENT PRINCE ever heard of such delicate words.... he's heard it from women all the time, just never returned the same care or attention.

Scoffed when they would bat their false lashes at him, clothing showing just about anything they could to gain his attention. And touching his shoulders, squeezing his muscles as if... what? He would give in to their so-called lusting? A fuck is a fuck, yes.... but he didn't give a fuck about the needy side of these women. Felt the need to break their hands for daring to touch him without permission. The icy look he'd give them did enough for him though, so it never led to violence towards these wannabe succubus. Avoiding love all his life because what's the fucking point? When you're not born around it, you don't need it, and you don't crave it. Least.... that's what Jughead would tell himself. His mother left them, his father was a drunk... and grandpa was a horrible human being who wanted to paint the streets with blood. But the last part he gets. Life is shitty and death seems just about right for most people. ( most ) ----- some deserve punishment but that's not the point. The point is..... love can abandon you at any moment.... so why put himself through that pain... when he's suffered from it before.

BUT------ this isn't about his parents, the past or random women wanting to be his serpent queen. This is about..... Betty Cooper. A BREATH OF FRESH AIR... she does things to him. Softens his features, makes his heart flutter, and stomach do flips. ( she's different. ) And yes, he says that all the time.. but she is? There is no one like her.... from all the years that Jughead has been alive, of all the people he has crossed paths with....Betty Cooper is unique and perfect. NOT PERFECT as in.... she's some type of barbie doll up type of gal. Perfect in a way that is so real. She's fucking real. A Northsider with cracks, a Northsider with personality. A Northsider that.... has gained his attention and holds his heart. THE SERPENT PRINCE face softens.... relaxes at the sight of her. ❝ Why?.... ❞ Is the first thing that falls past twin-flesh. Heart aching to hear her say it again, and again. ❝ .....Why me? I..... you could have anyone you want, Betty. I mean fuck..... look at you? You're everything everyone has ever wanted. I--I never thought i'd even get a chance to have someone like you grace at my appearance. And by someone like you I don't mean some typical preppy Northsider. I mean shit, you are just something else, Betts. And maybe that's why I love you.❞ No hesitation whatsoever, not when it comes to her. To speak the mere truth, even though he is selfish for having her in his life when it's fucking damaging. ❝ I love you.... Betty Cooper. I hope you know that.... ❞

[sweetesthaaze]

We’ve only gotten Charles Smith for one episode but if RAS makes him bad (or god forbid another imposter) I will kill everyone in the writer’s room and then myself.

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Yandere Chic (5/5)

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Man, my head was killing me. The migraine was so bad that it felt like my forehead was vibrating. I was so tired, too. Was I wrapped up in a burrito? I was so warm… What happened? Did I have a fever?

A callous hand cupped my cheek. I leaned into it slightly. It was my Sweet Pea - wait. Wait, wait, wait. There was a knock at our door… a break in… Oh no. My eyes shot open and I tried to sit up but the moment I put pressure to right arm, I collapsed. I let out a loud sob, pain shooting through my arm.

“Careful,” a familiar, masculine voice soothed. “That knife did a lot of damage… But don’t worry, I made sure to punish the man who did it. Lay back down.”

The man helped me back under the covers, although I was reluctant to listen. The soreness motivated me more than the fright in that moment. Once I was secured in the blankets again, I furrowed my brows and stared at my supposed captor.

“Chic?” I exclaimed.

He sent a lazy smirk. “The one and only. Missed me?”

“I - I thought the Black Hood killed you! He broke into Betty’s house and… Why do you have red hair?” I blubbered, gawking at me.

With his pointer finger, he pressed my head back to the pillow. “Well, Betty is a liar. She gave me up to the Black Hood. Hal and Penelope took me under their wings for whatever reason… Penelope sees me as her own son, so in public, I go by Jason now. Or —“

“The Gargoyle King,” I finished in horror.

He snickered. “Yeah. It’s pretty fun being worshiped. Pretty annoying to dress up each time, though, since all I wanna do is kiss my queen again.”

“This is insane. Can I go home now?” I whined. “Seriously, I’ve told you time and time again, I’m not interested —“

“And I don’t care,” he taunted. He scooted the chair further so that he was hovering over me. “You’re precious and I’m obsessed with you. Madly in love with you. So, frankly, I don’t give a shit if you hate me. Complain, beg, cry all you want. I’ll love every minute of it.”

Tears stung at my eyes, but I stubbornly kept them in. A firm frown was on my features. Chi - ‘Jason’ was clearly stronger than me. I had a fucked up arm and a fucked up leg. I had to escape, though, which meant I needed to get Chic to leave. There was a window to the left, but we might be on the second story.

God, this whole situation was a mess from the beginning. I should’ve never been involved in the Cooper life. No, I just shouldn’t have been so nice to Chic. Betty was suspicious of him from the start, and I should’ve been, too. But, instead, I invited him into our lives. And everything ended up turning to shit because of it.

“Heh, don’t be scared,” Chic continued, petting my hair. I visibly cringed, and I noticed his smirk twitched at my distaste. “You should try getting more rest. Tomorrow night, we’ll be busy.”

My face paled as I imagined dozens of traumatizing scenarios.

“Not like that. Tomorrow is ascension day for Betty and her friends. And you’ll be there to watch,” he explained boastfully.

“What did they ever do to you to do deserve this?”

He pursed his lips. “Hm. Nothing, really. It’s just fun being a king, ‘cause it means I can have whatever I want. Even you. Although… I do hate Betty with ever fibre of my being. She’s too nosey. Just had to ruin your opinion of me. It ended up making no difference, but it was still… difficult.”

“That… that’s no reason to kill people,” I whispered, not capable of making eye contact any longer.

“…Hm.” I wasn’t sure how much time passed, but he just stared at me. “I’ll get you some water and some painkillers. Don’t try and escape. Even if you make it outside, there’s snipers with blowdart in the trees and my Gargoyles surveying the lawns.”

“Fuck you.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” he mocked, exiting the bedroom.

I knew now wasn’t the time to escape, seeing as it only took a minute to fill up a cup. However, I at least needed to do some damage control and explore my room for any potential weapons. I had to get out and call the police. No way in hell could I let my innocent friends die.

I used my left arm to prop myself up and I carefully kicked my legs off the side of my bed. I inhaled sharply as my feet came in contact with the cold wooden floor. I inspected the room from my sitting position. There was a night stand. A portrait of an old man. A chair. A closet. A carpet. A clothes drawer. A mannequin. A window with fancy curtains. A bathroom door. And then the exit. The exit taunted me. I wanted nothing more than to risk it, but I had to heed Chic’s warning. I knew he wasn’t lying. If he was, he would’ve locked the door or reinforced the windows.

I didn’t have any time to digest my thoughts. Chic reentered, a glass and pill bottle in his grasp. He stared scrutinizingly, eyes glued to my damaged figure. “Don’t move around too much.”

“What pills are those?” I snapped.

His eyebrow raised. “Advil.”

He handed me the water and dumped two pills into my palm. I examined them closely. “…Okay.” I downed the water and medicine eagerly. I only realized then how parched I was. There wasn’t much I could do to prevent him from sitting next to me on the bed. He wound his arm around my waist and pulled he towards him; I hoped it was only my imagination, but I was pretty sure he smelled my hair.

“You should thank me, by the way.”

“Sure I should. Thanks so much for kidnapping me and hurting the love of my life —“

“I killed him.”

“Wh - what?”

“Your father. I bugged your phone months ago. I learned so many things about you, but most of all, I knew that I had to kill your father. I did it myself, in fact.”

“You’re a… monster,” I whispered, not sure how to process what I’d just learned.

“Hm.” He pressed a chaste kiss to my cheek. “The Viper Cavalier… I already know what’ll happen tomorrow. Your friends will survive by some miracle, and while Penelope is trying to finish them off, we’ll make a run for it. I’ve already had some of my Gargoyles set up a camp close to the railroad that neither she nor Hal know about. However, the only hitch will be when your loyal snake shows up to try and stop me. To which I will promptly shoot him. Right in front of you. For your own personal enjoyment. After all, as king, I decide who kidnapped who. And in my world, it was the Viper Cavalier who stole my queen away.”

I pushed him away when he tried to pepper kisses along he nape of my neck. “I regret saving your life, you criminal. Keep your dirty hands off me,” I seethed.

He scoffed, rising to his feet. “Stop trying to get on my nerves.” He fussed around in his pocket. “I hate to do this, but we both know at some point you’re going to try and escape.”

He unsheathed a syringe, and y eyes went wide. I tried to push him away, but it was too late. He pushed the needle into my neck. I felt instantly drowsy, limply hitting Chic’s chest until I drifted into a dreamless sleep.

~~~

When I woke up this time, I didn’t waste time trying to remember shit. I knew exactly what happened, who kidnapped me, and what the hell was going to happen. Ascension night. Was this my only chance to stop it?

Chic wasn’t in the room, but I could hear lots of footsteps passing the door. Gargoyles. The sun as set, outside, and I doubt that Chic would only dope me up for a few hours. I noticed that on the mannequin was a dress. A note, a glass of water, and a watch rested on the nightstand. I downed the water again before focusing on the note.

‘Put on the dress and get ready. I’ll collect you at eleven-forty-five. With love, Gargoyle King.’

I scowled, checking the watch. I had fifteen minutes… I guess I had no choice but to get ready. I was still incredibly groggy from being drugged. My body was completely on autopilot as I limped over to the dress and got decent. I was still in my pajamas, which was a relief. It was difficult putting on the dress with only one functioning hand. I was sat on the bed struggling to zip it up and I jumped when Chic entered, carrying the Gargoyle mask.

“Stand up,” he demanded casually, to which I listened mutely to.

He hummed happily to himself and zipped it for me. I hated how his hands lingered on my back. I felt his breath on the nape of my neck. He suddenly pulled away and put on his mask. “It’s showtime, Gargoyle Queen.”

I trembled slightly under his prodding touch. He lifted me up bridal style, muttering an explanation for his actions that I barely heard, and walked out of the room. Goddammit - it suddenly occurred to me that I should’ve broken the glass of water to get a weapon. Welp, too late for that.

We walked down a decked-out hallway with a portrait of that escort my father used to hire… So that’s where I’d heard the name Penelope before. Now wasn’t the time for that, though. He opened the door at the end, and my eyes widened.

Sitting at a grandiose dining table was Hal, Penelope, Betty, Jughead, and two other of her friends that I wasn’t officially acquainted with. Penelope grinned malevolently and chuckled. “What have I told you? No masks at the dinner table.”

Chic set me down. Betty’s expression betrayed her guilt and anger at the situation at hand, and I couldn’t help the few tears that slid down my cheeks. Chic was about to lift his mask off when Penelope said:

“Wait - King, before you do… Hellcaster, care to take a stab?”

“Sure. Arthur Conan Doyle famously said,’ Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.’ In which case, whoever is underneath that mask must have a connection to Hal and Y/n, and to you, Penelope. But it’s not Jason, because he’s dead and Y/n never met him. The one corpse that hasn’t been accounted for, who had an obvious interest in Y/n and who was last seen by the Black Hood… Chic.”

I could smell Chic’s smirk as the Gargoyle King mask fell next to our feet. I flinched when his arms wrapped around me shoulders and we walked to the table. Chic pressured me into a seat before he sat as well.

“Are you okay, Y/n? What happened to your arm?” Betty asked.

“If I were you, I’d be more worried about yourselves,” I warned. “Is… Sweets safe?”

Jughead responded,” Physically, he’s fine, but he’s been losing his mind.”

Penelope diverted the conversation elsewhere, and explained to the gang everything that Chic already told me. Unlike them, I couldn’t care less about their motives; I just wanted to escape with my friends. The escort indulged in their curiosity, telling her sob story about being a child bride and wanting revenge. It unsettled me how she was calling Chic ‘Jason’.

“The true Gargoyle King is you, Penelope,” Jughead deduced.

“Oh, well done, well done,” she chortled, but was interrupted by the chime of a grandmaster clock. “But now, it’s time to play one final round, with you, the Midnight Children.”

“To what end?” the girl with black hair exclaimed.

“Say… it’s to reveal your true nature. To prove that you are as dark-hearted as the town that birthed you. You will not win, all when you lose, your parents will experience the pain I felt. The death of a child.”

“You’re nuts,” Betty insulted, trying to make her way over to me.

“Ah-ah-ah,” Penelope scolded,” don’t meddle with others’ belongings, my dear niece. The girl was a present for Jason.”

Everyone scoffed and I wanted to join them. Complete the ritual in their stead. However, I knew it was impossible. I was forced to be an observer.

I wished that Chic would’ve allowed me to walk for myself, but he lifted me up again. The gang rushed out into the woods, while the three remaining serial killers went in different directions. If anything, with only the two of us, that would’ve been the time to attack. But I was mortified, as when I glanced up, there were vague dark figures in the trees. It sent shivers down my spine. How was it possible to not only entangle the Gargoyles, but professional snipers into this fucked up mess?

“Chic, it’s not too late to do the right thing,” I begged.

“Would you be with me if I did?”

“W - well, there’s so many other fish in the sea.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He placed me on my feet again when we arrived in a dirt clearing. I noticed in the center, there was a tree stump with an axe inserted. Torches were embedded in the ground. I noticed that Chic had taken off his shirt - if he wasn’t an insane psycho serial killer, under different circumstances, I would have adored his physique - and tossed it the side. I leaned against a tree, still somewhat fatigued from the drugs.

“What… what’s going to happen here?”

“I’m Jughead’s ‘challenger’,” he explained curtly, leaning against another tree with an eager expression. “Gargoyles!” Two people hopped out of the trees above, startling me. “Make sure she doesn’t pull anything.”

I was on edge with the two creeps hovering close to me. I was even more worried when Chic stepped out of view as distant chatter drew near. My friends emerged from the forest. “Y/n, thank god! Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you’re saved,” Betty reassured.

“Everything’s fine. Jughead, you’re up, by the way.”

It was a moment too late, though, because Chic had already revealed himself and was sprinting towards the axe. Jughead sprung into action, but it was in vain; Chic snatched it up and swung it powerfully. Jug barely managed to dodge, falling on the ground before recovering. Chic was stalking towards him, a malicious smirk present.

“Why are you doing this? All because of her?” Jug shouted, dodging another swing.

“Who wouldn’t want to be a king? Who wouldn’t want to be worshipped and have blood sacrifices made in their name? And all with the love of their life by their side,” he tittered evilly.

However, Chic speaking was what allowed Jughead to catch him off guard. He tackled his waist, forcing Chic to drop the axe and fall to the ground. Jug straddled his waist and pulled him up by the neck, landing punch after punch. I knew it was partly acting, as Chic went limp after the first pummel. Luckily, though, Jughead didn’t stop there until his friends demanded he stopped. Apparently the black-haired teen and Betty had ingested poison and needed to move on.

“Betty and friends, don’t worry, everything will be okay! Get going and good luck!” I called after them, as the Gargoyles were preventing us from interacting with one another.

I was incredibly proud of the Serpent. Chic had actually been hammered into oblivion as was knocked out cold. It was shocking that nobody had come to his aid yet, either, but I supposed that everyone’s attention was on the teen posse. It was boring just waiting, but every time I tried to walk anywhere to cure my boredom, gloved hands harshly gripped my arms to prevent me from going anywhere. I wasn’t sure how long had passed, but Chic began to stir just as a gun shot pierced the air, not too far away.

It my my blood run cold. I could only hope that my friends had been the ones shooting.

Chic groaned and sat up, groggily wiping the blood from under his nose. “Fuck, didn’t expect him to hit that hard,” he growled, and the Gargoyles detached from my side to loyally help him up. One of them handed their cloak to Chic, and the other forced his on me. Chic grabbed my upper arm and wrapped a cloth around my mouth. I flinched when a gun was passed to him.

“Is everything prepared?”

“Yes, King.”

“Good. We’re leaving now. Don’t try anything,” he ordered me. We headed off in a random direction, going deeper into the wilderness. It was hard to keep up with my prominent limp, especially when he suddenly picked dup the pace. It sounded like a war was going on behind us. There was so much shouting, screaming, crying. I had to get rid of the gag, even if it would pain me.

I lifted my cast slowly, squinting in pain. The stab wound hindered the ability for my fingers to function probably, and I wanted to cry from just bending my elbow. Chic’s attention was glued to the path ahead. I almost tripped several times, as the moonlight wasn’t enough to show the way. I felt at the cloth, steering my arm to the back of my head. I weakly fiddled with the knot, trying to pull it down. I almost wanted to gasp in joy when it slid down just enough. I jerked my hand to my mouth and pulled out the gag.

Chic turned to stare at me, but it was already too late. A scream ripped from my throat. “Sweet Pea!”

His palm collide with my face. I fell back into the grass, my ankle twisting all over again. I let out another cry for help before I was silenced. Chic lay on top of me, pressing me hard against the floor. He had shoved his hand into my mouth in a panic. Even in the black night, I could see his raging expression. His frenzied breaths fanned across my cheeks. Tears threatened to spill, so I squeezed my eyes shut.

Hope blossomed within me as I heard some of the shouting slowly come closer. ”Goddammit, you messed up,” he seethed. “You really think you’re going to be saved? Your fucking boyfriend can’t do shit if I kill him.”

I shook my head to beg for mercy. My vision was blurry and clouded from the teardrops. Like the flick of a switch, Chic grinned and stood back up. I was too scared to let anything out except for quiet sobs. His foot hovered over my injured arm threateningly. I got the point and stayed there frozen on the ground. All I could do was watch helplessly as he took out the pistol from his pocket, turning off the safety.

The sun was beginning to rise.

I could at least warn whoever was coming to the rescue. “He ha —!”

Crunch.

I let out a screech of pain, reeling on the ground. I couldn’t even cradle my arm, as it was still trapped under his foot. I arched my backs then I could possibly see who was approaching. I could only make out two or three approaching footsteps. I gasped when I saw a leather jacket duck behind a near tree.

Chic recklessly shot at the movement, missing.

“Come on out, lover boy! I know it’s you!” he roared.

Even if I was still in agony, it wasn’t going to get any better. I had to act. With my free arm, I struck, grabbing his pant leg and pulling. It didn’t mess up his footing, but Chic peered down at me for but a moment, which was enough for the unidentified Serpent - who I could only hope was Sweet Pea. The figure rushed to an even closer oak. When Chic shot, it was completely off, causing him to let out a frustrated curse.

Keeping attention glued to my savior’s where-abouts, he kicked my stomach furiously before stalking forward. I finally curled up in a ball to recover, turning on my side so I could still see what was happening.

“You can only hide for so long, Viper!” Chic warned, aiming at the tree.

Wrong. I was going to intervene again. I turned again so that I could crawl forwards a bit. Even if I had to take another dose of pain, I had to divert his attention one more time.

“Chic, please,” I croaked,” no more.”

He didn’t spare a glance this time. “Don’t even try, Y/n.” He stepped closer to the tree. “I’m sure your coward Cavalier wouldn’t want you to get any bloodier, either.”

I paused. Clearly I’d have to be a bit more clever. The clock was ticking. I clenched my fist… right around some dirt and rocks. An idea hit me. I unearthed the grime, aiming behind me to imitate the rustling of a person, all while I faked a joyful gasp.

He fell for it. Bingo. Chic whipped around, shooting in the direction of the sound. Even in my suffering, I couldn’t help but grin as his eyes widened in realization. My heart bounded out of joy as Sweet Pea, the love of life, revealed himself. Chic tried to move fast enough, but Sweets tackled him to the ground a few feet away.

I watched eagerly as the gun flew out of Chic’s grasp. Chic let out an agonized grunt, and I thought that Sweet Pea would start punching the living hell out of him now that he had him, but his actions were different from what I anticipated. Instead of his fists flying, he lifted his hands above head before swinging them down. In that moment, I saw a metallic glint and I connected the dots.

A pocket knife stabbed into Chic’s chest. Once, twice, three times. Sweet Pea kept going. The look on his face was terrifying. I’d seen him angry before, sure; but never, never had he looked so resentful. I let out a muffled sob as I realized Sweet Pea had killed the man without hesitation. Blood was everywhere. A waterfall came from Chic’s wounds, and a puddle was slowly but surely forming around him. Spurts of gore splattered on Sweet Pea’s jacket, shirt, and face.

“Sweets, stop, please!” I cried, trembling against the ground.

His progression was gradual as his stabs became steadier until his hands stopped entirely, the knife hovering over the lifeless corpse. I recoiled when his sharp glare directed itself at me. HIs stare softened though, and he stumbled to his feet.

“Y/n, babe, you’re okay, you’re safe,” he rambled, almost as though he was comforting himself more than me. He kneeled next to me, gentle in his movements as he cupped my filth-covered cheeks. “Oh, you’re alright now, you’re safe, you’re safe…”

“S - Sweet Pea, y - you just killed h - him!”

“Uh-huh, you’re safe now,” he cooed, wrapping his hands under my arm pits to lift me to him. He held me close. “Oh, you’re safe now…”

“Sweets, please calm d - down, you’re scaring me.”

“Yes, that’s right, you’re safe now. Oh god, I love you. I’m here for you. Nobody will ever hurt you again.”

Even with my heart rate accelerating through the roof, I was fatigued. Afraid. Confused. Miserable. Injured. It was dawn. And Sweet Pea had saved me in time. The aches were becoming dull. I was so tired. So, so tired…

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AFTERTASTE PART SEVEN

Pairing: Archie Andrews X Reader

Summary: In which two best friends since childhood test whether sex and friendship can co-exist without causing conflict. Including OC's Flick and Cherry, a bisexual and lesbian in a sapphic relationship who are best friends of Y/N.

Song: Dream Boy by Waterparks

Warnings: swearing

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Y/F and Y/M Robins were far from perfect parents. Y/F had the mental age of a toddler at times, and being an estate agent who always has to go the extra mile- he often wasn't home when his wife needed him the most. Y/M, on the other end of things, had been a stay at home mum until Y/N turned 16 last summer, and now she helped with all the administrative work for Mayor McCoy. She was a maternal creature which, coupled with her brilliant sarcasm, made for some explosive conversations. The two met on the first day of university and got married a week after the last.

When Y/M first found out she was pregnant with little Y/S Robins, the two realised they wanted a quiet bubble of a town to raise their children and grow up with them. But it wasn't until their second daughter was about to turn seven until they found their forever home in the quaint town of Riverdale. Ten years passing before their eyes, and the picturesque place didn't seen all that anymore.

Jason Blossom's death had nothing to do with the short gunshot sounding over the waves of Sweetwater River, the noise which woke Y/N from her sweet unmemorable dreams every few nights. The summer days rolled into early August without anyone caring, Y/N spending most of them at Cheryl's side listening intently to her past adventures with her brother. Betty threw herself into an internship at a publication house; Flick and Cherry had volunteered at a summer camp, and Archie was helping his dad out more and more with constructions job.

Although it hadn't been the start to the relationship Y/N had hoped for- the nervous giggles and hand holding, short and sweet kisses on late night walks followed by poetry worthy cuddling. There was a magnificent silver lining as Archie's muscles gained definition, and he suited the sweaty builder look far too well.

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"Earth to my gorgeous queen? Y/N/N?" Cheryl quizzed her friend, who currently resided at the poolside of Thornehill Manor. Her mind was off on a glorious tangent about her rendezvous in the kitchen at two in the morning. Fixing herself a glass of water, when Archie slips his hand into her pyjama shorts, his other around her mouth muffling her needy moans.

The red headed beauty shoved her y/h/c friend playfully, warm skin sweaty under her pale touch. Y/N blinked innocently and sent her an apologetic smile, "What?"

"I asked if you've thought about dating anyone else since Clayton?" The fiery ginger girl enquired with her usual upbeat tone.

Cheryl knew she had a unique quality about her which made it almost impossible for Y/N to lie to her face. The y/h/c girl scrunched up her nose, hiding the smile the idea of Archie Andrews brought to her face. 'Yes. We started off as fuck buddies but never actually fucked. Then I drunkenly asked him to be my boyfriend, now a month later I think we may genuinely work out.'

"Maybe." Y/N bit her bottom lip, listening to her friend's squeal as she squeezed her sun tanned arm.

"I knew it! You have this euphoric glow you only get when someone else makes you climax." The redhead affirmed confidently, watching the Robins girl's eyes bug out before hitting her arm, "Y/N/N, you know your secret's safe with me."

"Fine." She sighed and took a sip of her fruity cocktail, "It started off as just fooling around, honestly I just needed to let off some steam after everything. I knew he was into the kinds of things I was, I mean he used to tease me about it non stop. And it was good, so good I stopped being a pussy and asked him to be my boyfriend."

"Holy freaking hell!" The Blossom girl grinned with excitement, "Dare I ask, who is it?"

Y/N deadpanned at her friend, "Guess."

"Please don't tell me it's that muscular oaf Reggie, he's pretty but there's not exactly much going on upstairs." Cheryl tapped her temples and rolled her eyes at the thought.

"Nope."

The ginger thought for a moment, consulting her liquid courage and splashing her feet around the waters edge, "It's Archie."

All it took was a side-eyed glance at the y/h/c girl's blooming rosy cheeks to know she definitely wasn't wrong. Y/N severely lacked the ability to lie, even if her tone held conviction, her features were far too expressive and told the truth all on their own. It's not like they were hiding it from anyone, but the past four weeks had gone far too quickly without any moments to spare for the world around them. They slept together each night, the majority of that time not actually spent sleeping, but they hadn't been given the chance yet to explore more romantic avenues.

"It's fucking Archie Andrews- you're fucking Archie Andrews and don't you dare deny it." Cheryl gawked in her gorgeous white and nude bikini, watching as her friend lay back against the hot marble slabs which encased the large pool with the largest grin adorning her plump lips.

"We haven't had sex yet, so technically you aren't completely correct." Y/N winked but carried on before the girl exploded with a hundred questions and could never be turned off, "Trust me, I want to, and I'm sure he does too. But you know, it's his first time, I want it to be perfect for him."

"Y/N/N, you really love him, don't you?" Cheryl gagged to begin with, but she found it sweet in truth. She wanted someone to hold, who would hold her right back just as tight for no other reason than needing to.

Y/N sat back up and paddled her feet, "You have no idea, Cher."

Arch 🧡

That new post should be illegal

Tiger 💛

Ooo

I like this reaction

Maybe I should post more

Like this one

Cheryl pushed me in the pool

And I may have had a drink

Or three

Arch 🧡

Well that's sexy

I swear nobody looks good like that how on earth

You're a goddess

But also

How's she holding up?

Tiger 💛

🥺😇

Broken

But she's strong yk

You coming over for dinner?

Arch 🧡

Yeah Y/D invited my dad too

Need me to pick you up from Cheryl's?

Tiger 💛

Awe cute we love a bromance, and it's all good my mommas coming now anyways :))

Hours had elapsed far too fast and soon the summer heat simmered into cool waves of wind brushing over sun kissed skin. Cheryl's arms were clasped around the blonde's shoulders in a tight embrace.

"Thank you so much, Y/N/N, I don't know what I'd do without you!" The Blossom girl professed with sparkling eyes and a brilliant smile.

Y/N beamed up at her, fingers carding through her damp y/h/c hair as she looked over her shoulder to see her mum pulling into the driveway, "You don't need to thank me, Cher, friends look after each other. Message me if you need me, okay?"

Cheryl promised she would and the two teen girls hugged goodbye, with Y/N soon heading home- listening to her mother gossip about Hal and Alice's screaming match last night, Y/N loved her inability to keep her mouth shut sometimes.

"Mom," The y/h/c stopped her mid sentence and received a side eyed glance in response, "I need to tell you something and you're totally not allowed to freak out while you're driving."

Y/M's eyes widened and her grip tightened around the steering wheel, her daughters very rarely confided in her. While she knew her youngest was safe in her promiscuity, neither of Y/M Robins' girls ever shared their secrets so for the most part she took finding out into her own hands.

"Honey," The forty four year old's calm tone was hardly comforting to the teenager, "if this is about you and Archie fooling around, your father and I figured that out a long time ago, like so long ago. Who do you think does your laundry? When your underwear starting looking like dental floss, we caught on pretty quickly."

Y/N felt like a deer in headlights, "Mum, what the hell?" Her cheeks heated to an inhuman temperature.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, as long as you're being safe and he's-"

"For the second time today, and I can't believe I'm saying this to you, but I am not having sex with Archie Andrews!" Y/N's high pitched voice sounded through the car. It truly was a blessing and a curse to have such open minded parents in situations like this. She thought about telling her mother the truth, but Y/M was a blabber mouth as well as a gossip, so Y/N chose to withhold certain pieces of information.

The Robins matriarch dropped the subject but didn't forget about her daughter's tone, and continued to ramble on about how odd she found Penelope Blossom and the whole Blossom family in general. "Like why on Earth is Rose in a wooden wheelchair? They know it's the twenty first century, right?"

As expected, the Robins household was once again filled with warm laughter and copious amounts of food. The topic of Jason was skimmed over, and Y/S found herself away from the dinner table. The eldest Robins sibling was currently pleading with Alice as she began shoving all of Polly's belongings in the boot of Hal's car. She couldn't comprehend life without her best friend, not after losing Jason. They were meant to be going travelling together for a year- working the worst jobs and staying up all night to watch the sun rise in different countries. But instead, Y/S's eyes were blinded by tears as she screamed down the street at the speeding car, with Polly Cooper taken out of her life indefinitely.

Y/N was oblivious to the dark inner workings of the Cooper clan, Betty's knowledge about her and Archie unbeknownst to the loved up teens. She'd spent every second not occupied by her internship trying to justify the romantic act as a fleeting moment of loneliness fuelled by alcohol. She wrote in her diary ideas on how she could win Archie back over, not knowing it was in fact, too late. Betty found herself hopelessly in love with the boy next door, unfortunately for her, the girl across the road was the only one his mind found.

Archie and Y/N washed up while their parents resided to the living room with three glasses and a bottle of white wine. The short girl turned the tap off after placing the last utensil on the draining board, flicking her sudsy hands at the boy's face. "What the-"

She didn't give him a chance to finish that thought, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his torso- planting a kiss onto his lips, then cheeks, then forehead. The two fell entranced by each other, planting pecks across nape of her neck and top of his head.

"Son," Fred's voice called out from the next room and the two immediately pulled apart, hearts beating in their ears, "we're going in a minute."

"Alright." He replied, placing his girlfriend on the floor once more.

"I wish you'd stay." Y/N pouted childishly, she meant the words entirely but hated feeling overbearing. Her life had been turned upside down this summer, it started off with her unable to fall asleep with another person next to her- now Archie's chest was her most comfortable pillow and is arms were the warmest blanket.

"Tomorrow night instead, Princess? I promised my dad I'd spend more time with him before senior year." The boy reasoned, holding her close and unknowingly feeling the exact same way, he adored holding her by her waist and pulling her close under the duvet.

"Monopoly night at yours?" She grinned and he nodded back in reply, the two sharing a final kiss in the kitchen before walking into the hallway.

Y/N felt at ease as she wished the two a goodnight and headed up to bed. She took off her tea dress and replaced it with Archie's bulldog t-shirt, managing to reach the same length on her thighs as her dress did.

Arch 🧡

I can still smell your perfume on my sheets

Tiger 💛

Marking my territory obviously x

Arch 🧡

I love it

Hope you sleep well baby x

Tiger 💛

Call me that tomorrow and we won't be sleeping so you better rest up tonight x

Arch 🧡

Whatever you say, baby x

Tiger 💛

Goodnight x

Arch 🧡

Night princess x

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No bc. Jughead is a kid who had to parent not only himself when his parents didn't step up, but also his little sister, whom he loves so much and isn't even aware how much JB looks up to him.

He had his heart broken by FP several times, - broken oaths to sobriety, destroying the drive in, being accused he was the bane of the serpents, - and forgave him each time without hesitation.

His mother forgets about him and abandones him while fully knowing FP was the way he was and wasn't getting the help that he needed, and instead of being mad? He simply asks her to come back. He simply asks her to put him and JB above her lame drug empire and she can't even do that and he still defends her when JB feels abandoned.

When Archie consecutively disregards their friendship, often remembering it at convenience, Jug is there for him to talk about the terrible thing that happened with Grundy and give him tips on Betty and continues to write him as the hero of the story and someone who's pure and good.

He goes to apologize to Cheryl and gets pummeled and not once does he blames her. Betty, someone he's shown endless compassion and understanding and acceptance to and trusted to do the same, went behind his back with his best friend on two separate occasions and he took her back each. Time.

The Serpents, people who initially wanted him to act like a Southsider and stay true to his heritage, rarely if at all made him feel like he belonged and he still tried to make life better for them.

And still, he wanted to protect them and lead them to prosperity and comforted Fangs so tenderly when he was scared at school. Then, later on, they're ganging up on him because of a book they never once asked about, despite helping Alice fucking Cooper who's done way worse in the open.

He trusts Tabitha with watching over him while he's high and she leaves him, handcuffed to a table , and he doesn't even expect the apology for that and deems it as unnecessary despite the great danger he was in.

Then, in a moment of desperation, he submits a manuscript that isn't his, immediately calls his editor and admits that it's not and isn't upset by the fact that he's dropped.

He constantly forgives and forgives and forgives and it's so frustrating sometimes, but most of the time it reminds me exactly why I love him so much. I love him because he's loving and kind and devoted and brave and each time the world tries to beat the goodness out of him, he just tells it 'no'.

Archie may be the heart of Riverdale. But Jug is the soul of Riverdale.