#likezoink

"So was that shirt special tailor made to make you look homeless or was that just a lucky find in the good will?"

Star Wars Starters

"Dude! S'why I asked if you wanted to go here! This diner's got the fastest staff I've ever met! They make quickdraw cowboys look like amateurs!" Vale crossed their legs, getting cozy in the diner's vinyl booth, hearing the furniture that hasn't been replaced in sixty years creak underneath their movement. A few other bodies filled a couple tables, but otherwise, the sound of oldies music crooned through the radio stuck next to the kitchen. Commotion of fryers frying and stoves stove-ing, it was a wonderful symphony while Vale dug through their shake, looking for pieces of cookie dough.

"who called you?" there is rage and a strange sort of fear in his voice ( like a cornered animal baring its teeth, growling with its hackles raised ). "was it my agent?" he's breathing heavily trying to keep himself calm as he moves past the young man to hold the door out of the kitchen open. "i don't need ghost hunters. what i need is an exterminator and some peace and goddamn quiet. i don't even know how you got in here."

@likezoink liked this for a horror muse!

               the   plate   of   cookies   brought   to   this   party   of   deanna’s   was   meant   for   everyone.      freshly   baked,   rather   large   chocolate   chip   cookies   that   she   personally   thought   tasted   delicious.      the   chocolate   really   tied   everything   together,   but   then   again   carol   was   a   chocolate   fiend.      she   would   literally   fight   someone   to   get   her   hands   on   chocolate.      that’s   not   the   point   here   though,   the   point   is   that   what   was   supposed   to   be   a   party   platter   was   gone   in   a   matter   of   minutes.      now   she   knows   that   this   was   not   done   by   everyone   having   a   cookie,   because   she’d   been   hanging   around   the   table   to   try   and   listen   in   on   peoples   small   talk.      those   cookies   were   all   there,   and   now   they   weren’t.      and   there   was   a   suspicious   looking   lanky   kid   off   in   the   corner,   and   her   eyes   narrowed.

" Hey, would you mind if I snapped a couple quick photos of your dog? " Adam asks, camera in hand and looking down at the Great Dane stood beside Shaggy with a spark of AWE in his eyes. Animals were always much more enjoyable to photograph than people were. They certainly put a SMILE on Adam's face more. " He's an absolute beast! Bet he's a handful and a half, huh? "

@likezoink asked: “I do feel like I’m in a nightmare” - to jughead!

Fingers swipe across the layer of dust that built up on the counter top of the old, long ABANDONED movie theater, examining it and brushing it off on their pants. " Aw, buck up, buddy. Could be a lot worse. " Jughead smirks and firmly pats Shaggy's shoulder as they move past him to marvel at the film posters that hung on the nearby wall. They were WORN from age but still somehow remained vibrant with their colors. If Jughead remembered, he'd ask the owner afterwards if he could take them of their hands.

“I’m the only one OUT of the loop it seems” / @likezoink

“   that's   because   you're   HIGH   AS   BALLS   ,   shaggy.   ”