#gingerspect

      ❝  DID  IT  SCARE  YOU  THAT  BAD,  BABE   ?   i  didn’t  think  it  was  that  scary.  ❞  

❛     pals  !      FRIENDS   TO   THE   END  !      every  ding  -  dong  ,   ever  -  lovin’  ,   cotton   pickin’   step   of   the   way  !     ❜

AESTHETIC   ━━    〉 * ⋅   JUGHEAD JONES  &  ARCHIE ANDREWS

                            ❝                     please  tell  me  you’re  joking.  ❞

❝     did you really think i’d miss your birthday   ?    haven’t missed one yet, have i   ?     ❞    she isn’t even giving him time to SAY anything, she’s embracing her son, breathing him in.    she missed him TERRIBLY   ;   skype just isn’t the same as being able to hug him    &    tell him how much she loves him in person.    the teary-eyed woman pulls back, cupping his cheeks between her hands.     ❝     look at you   !!    ❞    she laughs, shaking her head.    ❝     you’re not my little baby anymore   !   you’re my little man now.   oh, god.   does that mean i’m old   ?    ❞    she jokes, watching him.   sitting beside her in a leather-bound case is a brand new maroon guitar, just the one that fred told her he’d been eyeing for the past couple of weeks in one of those music magazines he’d subscribed to.      ❝     hey, do me a favor    &   take a peek in that case.   somethin’ tells me there’s a present for you in there.    ❞

oH FUQ!! DOUBLE GROUNDED LMAO

‘  smell  …   ’  she echoes the word , looking around her as if she , too , is curious . but her efforts to search for the source are visibly half - hearted . she offers him a shrug and an aloof shake of her head  ––  unsure .  certainly , not the stink of garlic hung up on walls  ––   ‘  i   don’t   smell   anything .  ’  she sneaks around the side of the door , careful to shut it behind her  (  as if it might shut out the smell of a house gone paranoid  ) .  ‘  a ––––– are you here for sam  ?  he’s  out  with  edgar  and  alan  ,   i  think .  ’