𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒❣

Thinking about stuff. Jughead felt the immediate need to point out the redundancy of her words, that in fact thinking at all required stuff to think about. But he bit back his critique and offered a shrug as he commonly did. It was his most unknown form of kindness – to not say something that was unhelpful, no matter how strong the urge. People couldn’t know just how often he did it, how much was filtered before blunt words came off his tongue. “If they didn’t want people eating on the job, they would hire robots,” he answered with a matter of fact, knowing tone. For him? It would have been impossible to work anywhere that served food without him blowing a week’s paycheck in the span of two hours at that same joint. Maybe that was why Pop Tate really needed a vacation – to get away from Jughead. “Hey, I won’t tell if you won’t. And I especially can’t say anything if my own mouth is full –” he said, waggling his brows. “If you catch my drift.”

edie finch found @cursestar​    ( starter call )

IT’S LATE TONIGHT AND YOU CAN ALMOST HEAR the house stirring. heeled steps echo their way up the staircase , til she’s bound before barb’s room. the walls are soaked in blood, sweat and tears from hard labor and superstition; why, edie knows not to turn around when she feels the back of her dress pull down  (  just like molly used to  )  lips form into a thin line, she waits a moment before knocking on her door.  “  Barb — barbara , come on out now. it’s time to eat,  grab your brothers please. “  barb was a bright little star when she was young, but with other child stars, barb never made the cut and Edie tried to be supportive, she knew barb was trying to be a star once more, that’s why she was waitressing… she’d suppose.

  but Edie doesn’t like her coat tail riding boyfriend. a few urgent knocks. “ Barbara, that boy had better not be in your room ! “

     there’s  homework  to  be  done.  books  to  read.  things  like  that  -  so  that’s  what  she’s  doing  in  her  room  tonight,  the  window  open  to  let  in  a  breeze  and  a  record  playing  something  quiet  and  sweet,  someone  crooning  into  the  microphone.  the  song  is  coming  to  an  end  when  she  hears  a  knock  on  the  door.  she  knows  who  it  is  before  a  voice  follows.  the  boys  never  knock,  rather  bursting  in  to  tell  her  excitedly  about  whatever  it  is  they  have  to  say,  and  dad’s  knock  is  slower  but  louder.  “comi - “  she’s  cut  off  by  another  knock  and  barb’s  expression  sours.  book  is  set  to  the  side,  record  player  turned  off,  and  door  opened  with  a  face  bordering  between  annoyance  and  sadness.

BARBARA!   @cursestar    ( sc ♥ )

He was entirely out of place amongst the pink decor, the soft pastels of chairs and curtains, the happy jingle of the bell above the door as patrons entered and exited at their usual, leisurely paces. But with Pop Tate on temporary hiatus – taking a much deserved vacation after something like two hundred years of flipping burgers non-stop – Jughead had few options in town to satisfy the pit for his stomach and stock up on that much needed bitter caffeine that seemed to keep him fuelled. He had a taste for anything, sweet or salty, and with his fourth cupcake vanishing from his plate, he turned his attention to the waitress who’d seemingly found herself in a lull for the last few minutes. Of course he knew the girl – it was hard to not know anyone his own age in a town as small as theirs. “Doing okay there? You look like you could use a cupcake.”

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“unfortunately, we’ve never had a logo. just the sign out front. people seem to find us just fine anyways.” 

     “i didn’t, technically. my buddy earl thought she spent too much time around the diner - just like me. the name sort of stuck.” 

               trippy wouldn’t lie. he spent a lot of time in the woods. he’d bring his film camera with him and he’d take picture of nature, usually whilst under the influence of a combination of marijuana and lsd. though, even so, he was usually pretty quiet. he rarely ran into anyone but perhaps some fellow burnouts that would tag along with him on his adventures. though, recently? well, he’s been pretty sober ( minus the weed but that doesn’t count. ). the joint is brought back up to his lips as he takes an inhale. “nothin’. just out for a walk. some place hop wont be lookin’ for me.” 

     ‘ I don’t suppose you know where there’s an empty, quiet room I can sit in? ’ he asks, which is mostly a joke. Ned is still clearly overwhelmed, though. He always is when he comes this far ahead. ‘ How do you manage? With all this… noise and light? ’