Jul 12, 2019
lee liking the gifset of danny on both gladys and vanessa is the same exact energy as me rbing it on here and my multi
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lee liking the gifset of danny on both gladys and vanessa is the same exact energy as me rbing it on here and my multi
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@finalmom : carve jack o’ lanterns.
THIS WAS ONE OF HER FAVOURITE THINGS TO DO WITH HER MOM, it was a part of their traditions as it got closer to halloween, jellybean’s favourite time of year, mainly for all the free candy. carving the pumpkins for their home always made her smile, she got to sit with her mom and talk with her about anything, usually about what was happening in that moment. but they were seemingly avoiding the jughead sized elephant in the room. was it strange in the house without jughead? yeah, but she hoped he would come back home soon, once all of this is sorted out and people stopped thinking he was a murderer, he could come home. sat on the floor, newspaper all around them to protect the floor, pumpkin sat between her legs as she paused in her carving to look up at her mom, “ do you think jug is with dad? maybe that’s why he hasn’t called, ” she asked, hoping that she wouldn’t upset her mom by asking her this question, but it was something she had wanted to ask for a while. was it part of the jones men to not say when they were coming or going? because they never knew if her dad was coming, she would hate for her brother to pick up that bad habit. picking up her knife, she continues to carve the pumpkin as she ponders over why jughead wouldn’t even say anything to them before leaving, “ people keep sayin’ things about jug, saying he’s just like dad . . . do you know what that means, mom? ”
things to do in october // status : ACCEPTING
1. What would prevent you from following someone?
THE ‘BE HONEST’ MEME!
It’s sort of situation contingent whether or not I follow someone back; mostly it’s about whether or not I feel like I can click with them. I obviously won’t follow someone who writes things that make me uncomfortable ( big things like incest, pedophilia, trans/homophobia, things that shouldn’t even have a place in rp, if you ask me ). I won’t follow someone who clearly didn’t read my rules – I write a very specific version of Jughead, based on comics and headcanons, and treating me like Col.e Spr.ouse’s Jughead makes me very uncomfortable. But I’m also highly uncomfortable with Riv.erdale material for reasons I don’t need to go on about here, so I don’t typically follow people who post a lot about the show/from the show. That’s about it?! I dunno, I don’t think I’m picky in that department!
ARMS WRAP AROUND THE OTHER INTO THE WARMEST HUG; ARCHIE IS LIKE HER SECOND SON. SHE LOVES HIM. “YOU KNOW YOU’RE ALWAYS WELCOME HERE, YOU KNOW THAT RIGHT?”
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𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫𝑵’𝑻 𝑩𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑰𝑴𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭 𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬 . * he couldn’t bring himself near THAT home . he couldn’t do it . NO ONE COULD MAKE HIM . the only other house that he could go to was the jones’ & . he wasn’t sure if someone was even up . it was the best shot as the cage around his heart was beginning to break once more . he could feel the aches & . the pains starting back up again as he thought about IT . the one thing that was the reason for him to be up this late already . the one thing that was pulling him away from his own home & . to the only house that he felt that could be far away & . not to far away either . ARCHIE NEEDED SOMEONE ------ ANYONE . the one person he wanted to see wasn’t responding to his texts & . who probably cried herself to sleep tonight . tears flooded his eyes as arms went around him ------ holding himself tight as if at any moment he would crumble apart .
* it looked like mama jones would be the next best thing .
only a few gentle raps ‘pon the door were needed . eyes looking bruised with the lack of sleep & . puffy from fighting the tears that always threatened to spill . he needed to stop crying . it was done with . they were broken up & . he had to get over it . GET OVER IT ! ha . words that were easily said than done ! ha . words that were always said to help someone when they really didn’t . ha . as if he even remembered how to smile . once the door opened , he tried to smile but it was broken , shattering . it only took one glance over & . she knew . HOW COULD SHE ALWAYS DO THAT ? a cool slip of a tear slide down his cheek as he forced himself to speak before she could .
❝ sorry t’bother . i just . . . ❞ i just wanted to breathe . i just wanted to get some fresh air into these aching lungs that have been giving out . i just needed to walk . i just wanted to run away . i just need a hug . ❝ . . . i can go . ❞ BUT IT WAS LIKE SHE KNEW . arms wrapped around him as well the faint smell of honeysuckle & . soap . her words sunk into his conscious & . broke the dam he was holding back .
❝ i miss her so much , mama jones . ❞
❛ I survived a dreadful accident. ❜
all things bright and beautiful! - accepting
it’s more than a good number of finch family members can say. the very thought makes barbara’s heart race. a dreadful accident. it’s the sort of thing that keeps her up at night, tossing and turning, staring up at the ceiling. a dreadful accident. something horrific and unstoppable and terrifying happening - it’s bound to, the curse dictates that it will. “i - i’m - glad to hear you survived.”
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GLADYS JONES. // @finalmom
HERE HE WAS, sneaking back in his bedroom window, doing his best to twist his thin && awkward limbs through the frame as elegantly && QUIETLY as possible, but not because he’d been out at a girl’s house, not because he’d been drinking cheap stolen beer with his friends . . . because he was PRETTY SURE he had killed someone last night, or at least something. when he’d woken up in the woods just outside riverdale, his clothes were trashed, his hands && feet covered in both mud && blood, the taste of BOTH coating his mouth as well. all this was still true as he snuck back into their trailer, but now he was also S H A K I N G from the cold && fear of what he had done. he was just about to let go of the breath he had been holding, so sure he had successfully gone unnoticed, when the all too familiar sound of his mom clearing her throat filled his ears, even the small sound echoing in his head. ❝ h- - - hi mom ❞ he said weakly, not even sure what other words he COULD say ║ @finalmom && sc
❛ i’m not trespassing, i live here. ❜ / idk some weird crossover special dsjknfdkjf
“ either you’re drunk or delusional because that’s not possible. i live here. “ a brow raises, eyeing the other woman before she places her hands on her hips. “ well, are you drunk? or do i need to call someone to get rid a’ ya? “