#yourpaljughead

[nowat-shesdaylight]

send me ‘ ? ’ for a randomized starter; ‘ ? ’ / #90 ↪ @yourpaljughead ( accepting )

Rapunzel was quiet, sitting on a random log she’d found.  It wasn’t too close to the fire, but close enough where she wasn’t entirely excluding herself from the group.  She could still hear the conversation - the laughter, joy and glee of being somewhere other than the sky box.  A sigh fell to her lips, hands digging into the pockets of her vest.  That seemed to be the habit nowadays - maybe it was guilt, maybe she felt ashamed.  Maybe she was terrified of their fate on the ground.  “ It wasn’t worth it. ”  She didn’t believe it, though, not entirely.  She knew that with the medicine she was giving her mother another chance, the chance to get better.  It just didn’t work out that way.  She looked up to Jughead, offering a small look.  “I shouldn’t have involved you.  Look where it got us.”

[southsidelover]

♥ ( positivity for yourpaljughead, please and thank )

give a little ♥ for the holidays meme + @chaosblossomed

hohohohoh, here’s a sparkling of holiday spirit for @yourpaljughead from @chaosblossomed!!!

so i mean steph is giving me the present here, because i mean… v has, and always will be, one of my bestest friends in the world. we’ve known each other now 10 years and have been to concerts together, vacations, she was the bloody maid of honour in my wedding and just overall, she is a beautiful, smart, and super special human being to me!

my darling babe and baby doll, this christmas (since this is what you celebrate!) i want to remind you to remember yourself and your own sanity. through the insane times and the calm times, you are a priority, to yourself, and to me! i love you so much and you’ve worked so hard, and i hope you give yourself a little room to breathe this year. and as always, i will be here to help you do that! whether it’s a day trip out to go shopping or hang out in my home and bake gingerbread, or just our riverdale binge get-togethers, you have always got someone in your corner, and i’m here cheering for you, my love!

can’t wait for our x-mas dinner this weekend and to see you and your fam! your gift is waaaaaaaitinggggg!!!

[naturallyglamorous-a]

‘ stay there. i’m coming to get you. ’

Answered here

[yourpaljughead]

                      ' the martyr dies and his rule begins ‘

                         indie. private. extremely selective.                                         eulogy given by v.

[redemptioninterlude]

dear diary — marlene to jug

dear diary meme + @yourpaljughead

dear diary –

guess what? there’s a little american bird that’s dropped down in hogwarts of all places. you don’t see people like this very often, do you, with all they say about american wizards, he’s not all that half bad. and more of a surprise, he’s been sorted right and proper into ravenclaw, and has a penchant for quoting what he calls the ‘great american authors’ but really they’re just muggle poets (no-mags i think he calls them) with a love affair for death and dying.

but you know, he’s always writing. i’m so curious, i just want to know what he’s got going on in that head of his, and every once in a while when in class, he bursts out with something of a particularly brilliant reply. thought the sarcasm is what gets me, he went toe to toe with lucious and managed to come out with a black eye, yes, but fully shredded that awful prat’s ego. brilliant!

that said, he’s just a boy, and quite honestly, while he’s cute, what’s cute got to do with anything in a world like this? i’d rather know what he thinks of politics, but given his romance with the no-mags writers, perhaps he’s fit for the cause after all. time to conduct an investigation, don’t you think?

[devoutconfidence]

@yourpaljughead

ily too

[imthelcstprincess]

wordless prompts; piggyback ( jug to rapunzel )  - muse a gives muse b a piggyback ride ↪ @yourpaljughead ( accepting )

She screamed his name as she ran in his direction - she had to admit, she was actually starting to have a little fun.  It wasn’t unlike her, but she decided that while, yes, they’d been sent to the ground unsure that they’d survive the landing - let alone survive on ground - that she could have some fun.  They’d made it this far, right?  With a small hop to get herself into the air she jumped onto Jughead’s back with a laugh.  “I can’t BELIEVE we’re actually surviving!”

[starcourtscream]

“ Am I going to regret this ? ”

       𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝   𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲   𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞,   her   parties   the   event   of   the   season   according   to   everyone.     ❛   i’m   pretty   sure   you’re   more   likely  to   regret   not   coming,   ❜   trills   a   confident   lydia,   cue   her   most   charming   cherry-lipped   smile.     ❛   unless   sitting   around,   bored   into   a   coma   with   crickets   chirping   is   your   thing.   all    your   other   friends   are   coming,   ❜   she   adds,   voice   sweet   &   tempting.   anyone   who   could   resist   her   would   be   legendary.     ❛   don’t   worry,    it’ll   be   fun.   ❜

♡   @yourpaljughead / 100 ways to say ily : tw / accepting   !

[yourlittlejellybean]

      technically speaking she wasn’t officially patched in, and yet that hadn’t stopped jellybean from hand sewing on a patch to the back of the old beat up jeans jacket jughead had given her, okay maybe not given so much as she liberated, but either way there she stood in her oversized jeans jacket, proudly displaying the serpent emblem, a grey beanie and some right pink doc martin that were a size and a half too big for her, but they were $12 in goodwill, beggars can’t be choosers, right?

    a heavy sigh on her lips, hands firmly on her hips, staring down at her brother (or up, she was will shorted by a solid 6 inches) apparently the whole club had gone to shit by the sounds of it. jellybean knew things had gotten messy, but this? 

         “ so lemme get this straight, you kicked out fangs for dealin’, and now he’s working some bullshit undercover ‘ross kemp on gangs’ operation that’s probably gonna get him killed, meanwhile topaz shacked up with a blossom -- gross but okay -- and after a little cat buglaring and de-facing hiram fuck-face lodge’s portrait you kicked them BOTH out? -- after you decided that you were going clean --do i need to alexa ‘democracy’ for you?  ‘cause last i checked that’s what this club was. but then what do i know, right? not like i’m a real serpent~” 

        she’d missed her brother, even if right in this moment it didn’t look that way. he was in over his head, maybe they all were, but that should bring them together not fragment them even more. “ so what now? -- what’s you big plan to save the serpents? ” swallowing thick, she was pissed, at all of them, she knew they were ALL better than this, but she hadn’t been here, she hadn’t lived through the riot, through each and every hit that Hiram Lodge made at her friends and her family, she should have been. jug never should have been left with this weight on his shoulders, and the guilt from choices beyond her control that left him alone like that ate at her. 

@yourpaljughead // get’s some sibling feels bc ily 

[murios-archive]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!

thank  you  lovely  !!

[killreagan]

     ᴍᴀʀᴄᴜs ʟᴇᴀɴᴇᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜɪᴛᴛʏ ʟᴀᴡɴ ᴄʜᴀɪʀ ᴘᴇʀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏғ . Fingers played with a zippo lighter , as he looks out at the sky . “ It is all a fucking scam by the fucking capitalists . Buy this card , this chocolate , these flowers , and you’ll get fucked . And morons feed it into it every years . Valentine’s isn’t bout love . It’s about fattening corporation’s wallets . ” Not like a homeless kid ever had a chance at a Valentine .

ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ’s ᴅᴀʏ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ ( @yourpaljughead )

[southsidelover]

"Your uniform is lame.” there’s a grin on her face, it feels like a THROW BACK in some ways, to the weeks where they’d had to transition the Serpents off their leather jackets and into polos and slacks -- where she felt like a charity case, not for the first time, probably not for the last, in halls that shone with care and attention, with students filled up with a sense of family and home. All foreign, all strange. And Jones, well, he’s gotten deeper into the simulation, hasn’t he, head ducking as she reaches out, adjusts the tie, having learned, once, for Sweet Pea so that he could dress up for an interview in his uncle’s ill-fitting suit. “But you’re a’ite.”

A laugh is easy to find -- it’s been too long, the summer, the madness, there’s been a lot between them, but right now she’s just happy to see a relaxed kind of smile on his face, an energy, that feels unfamiliar in him. Last year it was all about intensity and obsession, the darkness that WRAPPED ITSELF, INSIDIOUS, around their hearts, a Gargoyle King orchestrating it all (and a Black Widow, ever more, behind that). “Well you look pretty damn pleased with yourself.” knees drawn up -- they’re seated in her run down place, the only options for sitting, at the edge of the bed, her arms looped casually about her knobby knees. “Gonna tell me a big secret or something?”

@yourpaljughead​

[naturallyglamorous-a]

@yourpaljughead | cont. from here

( jughead )

( ☏ → MSG ): no shit sherlock ( ☏ → MSG ): i commend you on your curse, it suits you ( ☏ → MSG ): and i feel obligated to ask but — are you safe ?

( ☏ → MSG ): ebetything suits me ( ☏ → MSG ): cant ( ☏ → MSG ): dont have anyone ti be safe with

[smartblondc-blog]

   BLONDE  LOCKS  ON  DARK  LEATHER ,  HEAVY  BOOTS  MAKING  THEIR  WAY  THROUGH  THE  STREETS .  everything  she  wore  was  made  of  FINE  MATERIALS ,  only  the  best  good  enough  for  hal  coopers  daughter .  she  was  someone ,   not  anybody  and  everyone  could  knew ,  could  see .  it  had  been  war  that  made  her  family  wealthy ,  the  fear  of  it ,  the  panic  controlling  the  capitols  people  to  lose  control .  PROFIT  OUT  OF  BAD  SITUATIONS ,  rising  like  a  phoenix  out  of  the  ashes .  and  didn ‘  t  it  worked  perfectly  ?  a  strong  name  in  district  two ,  one  people  still  had  respect  of ,  feared  to  attract  their  disfavor .  it  should  have  been  an  easy  life  for  pretty  teenager  who  had  EVERYTHING  SHE  WISHED  FOR .  but  it  was  not .  grown  up  with  cold  steel  but  with  fatherly  love ,  taught  to  be  a  strong  leader ,  a  FIGHTER ,  a  winner     —     just  like  her  sister  polly . oh ,  she  had  meant  the  world  to  her  parents .  beautiful  and  brilliant ,  always  known  how  to  get  what  she  was  up  to .  volunteered  at  the  age  of  seventeen and  battled  through  the  arena  like  a  true  champ ,  a  cooper  by  birth .  national  treasure  who  made  them  all  so  proud ,  who  now  lived  beneath  skyscrapers  made  of  marble  and  gold  and  drank  champagne  for  breakfast .  no .  since  the  day  polly  cooper  had  won  the  hunger  games ,  there  was  NO  WAY  OUT  OF  IT .  betty  had  to  follow  suit . green  eyes  wandering  through  the  countless  shops  down  the  street ,  selling  all  kind  of  weaponry  (  of  which  of  course  more  than  eighty  percent  were  produced  by  her  father  )  ,  as  she  stopped  at  a  very  small ,  almost  unrecognizable  one .  SWORDS .  simple ,  but  effective .  blades  so  sharp  they  could  cut  flesh  from  bones ,  severe  heads  from  shoulders .  it  wouldn ‘  t  be  a  gun  the  blonde  would  be  allowed  to  use .  it  would  not  be  a  high  tech  kind  of  product  thrown  at  them  at  the  beginning .  too  boring .  TOO  EASY .  quotes  were  what  counted  and  she  obliged  to  keep  them  high  .     ❛     give  me  the  best  sword  you  sell .    ❜    ,  betty  spoke  with  steady  voice .  she  needed  to  FOCUS .  to  prepare  for  this  death  match ,  or  she  would  be  the  first  cooper  to  fall  in  war . 

♔ PLOTTED STARTER ◞ for the very bad and tricky @yourpaljughead

[perfectioncursed]

@yourpaljughead​ ♥’d

❝out of the four of us, only you and Archie haven’t kissed.❞

[redemptioninterlude]

👀 // grab my muse’s jaw & direct their gaze towards yours .

aggression / sexual tension meme + @yourpaljughead

                   Jules is gone.

         And fuck if that doesn’t hurt.

This time her mother doesn’t call her delicate, not when she’s back from the hospital this time, not when she’s still strung out after the spectacular way she crashed and burned. Not many people die twice… then again, despite the fact that addiction’s pretty fucking common place nowadays, even out here in a place like this, with, dark alleys and corners where all the good kids die for like, a minute, then head through doors to go to prom. But coming back to life isn’t really DOING MUCH for her, now, is it, not when everyone’s back from the dance, and they see that Jules has taken off and like, everyone knew that the ambulance was at her place again…

Coming back this time isn’t like the last. There’s no new kid in Jules, there’s no escape in the drugs, not really, not in the same way. ALI is there with her mom and Gia when she wakes up this time, how they don’t look upset with her this time, just defeated. And Rue doesn’t know what’s worse this time, and when she’s laying there on crisp white sheets, she remembers Ali telling her about how nothing in high school lasts forever, remembers thinking how much he was wrong and how all he needed was to meet her, how much she’d hoped he was wrong and how now she feels so fucking foolish, how much she hates knowing that, hates how she’ll never really lose those marks, invisible, left by what felt more powerful than love, more strong with the drugs and now…

Now she’s choking, feeling, weighted – and the first chance she gets, she, hops on her bike, glides through the night – doesn’t talk to anybody, doesn’t say anything. This time her mom doesn’t fight her and this time she feels that sadness too, HURT by the way that things have changed and how she’s at the centre of it all with her bullshit selfishness, and she doesn’t notice but when she finds herself at that same platform, staring out into the void, and there’s a stranger there, staring at her with a book in his hand, staring at her and her glitter soaked tears, the hollowness beneath her eyes making her look like a ghost. 

“What the FUCK are you looking at.” there’s anger in her that feels wholly unrighteous, but it needs an outlet, needs somewhere to go that isn’t just another double dose of the drugs, her steps finding her closer to him, their heights near matched, so its easy to redirect his face to look at her, from where he’s tried to drop her stare, anger and irritation bubbling up like a curse, like acid in her throat. “What the fuck do you want!?” tears, poisoning her cheeks, left dripping, dripping, drop. “W-what do you want…”