My parents considered a prank to be waking us up early for school, getting us dressed, and then driving half-way there before surprising us with a trip to Disney.
Jesus, they were doing it all wrong. You’re supposed to put them up for adoption, beat them, destroy their X-box, curse at them, and get their older siblings to destroy their rooms. Now, that’s a prank!
Seriously, though, I hope CPS gets those kids out of there- especially little Cody and Emma- and get them into a loving family.
Ok so listen. My son, Jughead Jones, ranted to his friends about how much the drive in means to him. 2/3 of them listen, but don’t really support him about it. He drops his complaints as soon as the boi, Archie is getting confronted about grundy. Then this boy, my son, stops complaining about /the destruction of his home/ because his friends are dealing with their own problems and he wants to respect/support them so he decides to deal with it himself. He goes to the only adult authority figure that he knows can fix this and practically tells her it’s his home only to be shot down because she’s being /bribed/ by his friend’s rich mom. Then sweet child, Veronica, has to deal with the knowledge that her dad is doing shady deals from prison, and also knows that the place means a lot to her friend, my son. Jughead Jones has one last night to earn money and pack his things before he has to leave and watch his best friend’s father come destroy his home. His own dad doesn’t offer to help (or maybe he can’t)((edit: i sort of forgot his dad was IN THE GANG THAT MADE THIS HAPPEN)) and he just has to walk away from a place that I assume is like his sanctuary.
Ironically this is all just happening in the background to the main plot™ just like it’s happening without any of the other main cast really knowing about it which is just so heartbreaking to me? Like can someone please save my son.
Anon requests:can I request a
Jughead Jones imagine where the reader moved from Riverdale a few years ago and
comes back while the Jason Blossom death mystery (she knows what happened and
all even Ms. Grundy) she and Jughead had a past together (like Jughead and
Archie liked her and they were bffs but she liked Jug more) and they still love
each other and Jughead sees her at school and it hits him that she’s back but
he’s dating Betty and Archie still likes her and it pisses off Jug. The
ending’s up to you :)
Could you do a Jughead x
reader based on Perfect by Ed Sheeran??
x Betty, Archie x Reader, Jughead x Reader
old childhood crush returns, and of course, drama ensues.
Word count: 2,208
A/N: wow okay so I
totally strayed from the prompts but I’m hoping you like it anyway?? Anyhow,
I found a love for me
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead
Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet
never knew you were the someone waiting for me
Jughead stood in the school hallway by Betty’s locker, talking and
laughing with her. His eyes almost
missed a figure walking past him, but at the last second his gaze flickered to
a girl striding down the hallway. He did
a double take as he realized who it was.
“(Y/N)?” he muttered under his breath, interrupting his
conversation with Betty.
“What?” Betty asked, looking over her shoulder at the girl who
just passed by. “(Y/N)? Didn’t she used to live around here or
“Yeah,” he answered, breathless.
“Yeah, but then she moved.”
“Well, I guess she’s back,” Betty replied, then steered the
conversation back to their previous topic.
Jughead nodded and responded to everything Betty said, but he couldn’t
help but let his mind wander to the girl who returned to Riverdale.
Jughead was not the only member of (Y/N)’s childhood to be shaken
by her return; Archie spotted her roaming the hallways later that day. His heartbeat started to quicken as the
feelings for his childhood crush rushed back to him.
“(Y/N)!” he yelled, following her down the hallway. She turned around at the call of her name,
and when she noticed Archie, she broke out into a grin.
“Archie!” she exclaimed, walking towards him. “How are you?”
“I’m good,” he answered, and they soon fell in step as they began
to walk in the same direction. “How are
“I’m great,” she beamed.
“So you’re back,” he noted, a smile never leaving his face. (Y/N) smiled and nodded.
“I am,” she replied. “Just
moved back a few days ago, actually.”
The conversation lulled for a moment, neither (Y/N) or Archie knowing
what to say. “So how’s Jughead?” she
asked, breaking the silence.
“Really?” she questioned, painting a smile on her face. “Who?”
“Do you remember Betty Cooper?” Archie asked, and (Y/N) nodded. “He’s dating her.”
“Oh wow,” (Y/N) fake laughed.
“Honestly, I always thought she had a thing for you.”
“She did,” Archie shrugged, “but I didn’t feel the same. She moved on to Jughead, I guess.” The pair fell into a moment of silence again
before the ringing of the school bell broke it.
“Well, I have to get to biology,” (Y/N) said, moving away from
Archie. Before she got too far, Archie
called out after her.
“Hey, do you wanna catch up sometime? Like maybe meet at Pop’s tonight?”
“Yeah,” (Y/N) smiled. “Yeah,
I’d like that.”
That night, when (Y/N) entered Pop’s, the first face she saw was
not Archie. Rather, it was Jughead, who
she had not yet seen since she moved back.
Scanning the diner to make sure Archie wasn’t waiting for her, (Y/N)
walked towards Jughead’s booth.
“Jughead, hey,” she greeted as she approached his table. He glanced up from his laptop to see (Y/N)
standing over him.
“(Y/N),” he said with wide eyes.
He slowly closed his laptop lid, then gestured for her to sit. “You’re back.”
“Yes,” she nodded, “I am.” Before
Jughead could say anything else, the bell on the door jingled, signaling a new
customer had entered. It was
Archie. “Well,” (Y/N) said, standing up,
“that’s my cue to leave. See you around,
Jug.” Jughead tensed at the use of his old
nickname, and he watched as (Y/N) walked over to Archie and sat across from him
in a booth. He felt his blood boil every
time she laughed at something he said.
Constantly, he reminded himself there was nothing to be jealous of, he
had a girlfriend. Somehow, that only
made his longing for (Y/N) worse.
we were just kids when we fell in love
knowing what it was
Jughead, Archie, and (Y/N) were in third grade. It was a hot summer day, filled with sticky
popsicle hands, grass tickling the bottom of bare feet, and a bright sun
radiating an immense amount of heat. The
children were running around in (Y/N)’s backyard with not a care in the
world. Suddenly, (Y/N) tripped and
scraped her knee. She cried out in pain,
causing the boys to turn around in shock.
“(Y/N)!” Jughead exclaimed, both him and Archie running over to
“Are you okay?” Archie asked, examining her knee.
“I’m fine,” she pushed both boys away. “It’s just a scrape.” This didn’t relieve the concerned looks from
either of the boys’ faces, and (Y/N), looking directly at Jughead, repeated
that she was fine. Jughead reached out a
hand and helped her up.
None of the children knew it at the time, but one day Jughead and (Y/N)
would reflect on this day and realize that at this moment, something in their
relationship changed. There was a shift
from friendship to love, and it all started on the day where (Y/N) scraped her
I will not give you up this time
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is
all I own
your eyes you’re holding mine
Archie asked (Y/N) to Pop’s again.
And again. And again. On the fifth visit, Archie confessed his
feelings for (Y/N) and asked if they could call these trips to Pop’s dates. (Y/N), although deep down she knew her heart
belonged to someone else, agreed.
Neither of them payed any attention to the slamming of the door at the
front. Jughead had stormed out after
hearing the exchange.
“We should have a double date,” Archie suggested to Jughead one
day during school. Jughead rolled his
eyes, slamming his locker shut.
“Why?” he questioned and began strolling down the hallway. Archie followed.
“Because I think it’d be fun,” he answered, oblivious to Jughead’s
jealousy. “I mean we were both super
close with (Y/N) when we were younger, and it’s not like her and Betty are
strangers. I think it’d be fun.” He walked off, leaving Jughead alone to his
Jughead weighed the pros and cons of going on this double
date. On the one hand, maybe having
Betty and (Y/N) together in the same room as him might help set himself
straight. He was sick of feeling guilty
every time he was around Betty. But on
the other hand, he was afraid of seeing (Y/N) with Archie. Sure, he saw them together at Pop’s all the
time, but if both of them were sitting in front of him, he would not be able to
look away. He’d be forced to watch as
Archie wrapped his arms around (Y/N), and he’d have to see her laughing at all
his jokes. And the worse part would be
that as he sat next to Betty, the only thing he’d be thinking about is how he
wished to be in Archie’s place.
Finally, Jughead made up his mind and texted Archie his answer:
Yes. Let’s do the double
The night of the double date arrived, and Jughead was
second-guessing his decision. Maybe this
was a bad idea. Or maybe it’ll be
fine. No, this was an awful idea.
They didn’t do anything fancy for the double date; all four of
them agreed that Pop’s was the best place to go. When Jughead arrived at the diner, the only
other person there was (Y/N). He
approached the booth and slid into it across from her.
“Hey,” he greeted. She
“Hey, Jug,” she responded.
Neither of them said anything else, both of them caught up in their own
whirlwind of thoughts. This is how it
should be. This is how they should be.
“This was a mistake,” Jughead finally said, breaking the
tension. He stood up and began to exit.
“What are you doing?” (Y/N) called out after him. He stopped and spun on his heel, but he didn’t
come back to the table.
“Leaving, (Y/N), I’m leaving,” he answered, his voice sharp. (Y/N) rolled her eyes.
“I know that, dumbass, I mean why?”
“Because I can’t do this,” he threw his hands up in the air in
frustration. “I can’t sit across from
you and watch you be happy with someone else.”
Neither (Y/N) or Jughead noticed that Betty and Archie had just entered
“Why? You can’t be happy
for me?” (Y/N) demanded, stepping a tiny bit closer to Jughead. He shook his head.
“No, I can’t,” he replied. “Not
when you’re happy with someone else.”
“Then who do you want me to be happy with?”
“With me, goddammit!” he shouted.
“With you?” she repeated, quieter.
Jughead buried his face in his hands.
“Jesus,” he mumbled into his skin, “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Well since you did,” (Y/N) took a couple more steps closer to
Jughead, “why don’t you explain yourself?”
“I’m in love with you, okay?” he shouted, throwing arms up. “Is that what you wanted to hear? I have been in love with you since the third
grade, and then you fucking left. So I
started dating Betty because I thought she made me happy, and dammit she does
make me happy. But then you came back,
you just had to come back. Now Betty, poor Betty, she doesn’t have a
clue. I still love you, (Y/N), but now
you’re dating Archie and this is just a big pile of shit.” (Y/N) stood there motionless, unable to move.
“Since the third grade?” she asked, her voice barely above a
whisper. Jughead nodded.
“Jughead,” Betty finally gained the courage to speak. Her voice caught the attention of both
Jughead and (Y/N), causing their focus to snap over to the blonde and the
ginger standing in the entrance.
“How much of that did you hear?” Jughead groaned. Betty smiled sadly.
“All of it.”
“You must hate me,” he said, and Betty shook her head.
“No, Juggie, I don’t hate you.
But I do think you should’ve told me how you felt.” She walked up to him, kissed him on the
cheek, and then slowly walked backwards.
“I’m not going to keep you from the girl you love.” She sent him one more sad smile before
exiting the diner, leaving Jughead, Archie, and (Y/N).
“Jughead,” Archie started, but Jughead held up his hand to stop
“No, Archie, this isn’t about me,” Jughead said. “It’s about (Y/N).” Both of the boys turned to face (Y/N), and she
couldn’t help but recall that time when she scraped her knee. That time where both of the boys showed
concern for her, but she only appreciated it from one of them.
“(Y/N)?” Archie questioned.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to… you know.” She looked at him sadly.
“Archie,” she began, “I love you.
I truly, truly do.” Jughead
deflated at this, and he was about to exit the diner when (Y/N) continued. “But I can’t lead you on like this. You’ve been one of my best friends since we
were little, and I don’t want anything to ruin that.” She didn’t have to say anything else, because
Archie nodded in understanding. He
hugged (Y/N) tight, and they stood embracing each other in the diner, Jughead
watching. They pulled apart and Archie
nodded at Jughead before he, too, left the diner.
Jughead and (Y/N) stood facing each other in the oddly vacant
“So…” (Y/N) drawled. “You
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered
underneath my breath
heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight
Neither of them had any idea of what to say, so they agreed to go
home and meet up again tomorrow. Both (Y/N)
and Jughead stayed awake the whole night, wondering what they were going to say
to the other the next day.
That fateful day arrived, and (Y/N) walked into Pop’s, immediately
spotting Jughead sitting in a booth. She
approached the booth, and as she neared it, Jughead looked up at the sound of
her footsteps. He smiled.
“Sorry, I’m kind of a mess today,” she laughed, gesturing to her disheveled
state. She was wearing a baggy
sweatshirt and a pair of leggings with a small hole in them, and her ponytail
was falling out of its ponytail.
“You look perfect,” he whispered, not intending for her to hear
it. However, he realized he said it too
loud when he saw her smile. She sat down
across from him.
“So you love me,” she repeated what he had said yesterday, and
“I do,” he replied. (Y/N)
pursed her lips for a moment, her eyebrows furrowed.
“I love you, too,” she finally said, barely above a whisper.
Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll
share her home
I found a love, to carry more than just my
Everyone needs to go watch Hotel Beau Sejour on Netflix right this second. You have to be comfortable with subtitles and dark subject matter but it actually is a really good show. A lot of people claimed it was boring when it first came out because it is slow moving in a sense, but it’s still worth watching. The acting is very believable and it has both chilling and upsetting moments that make the show worth it.
Basically the plot is a girl wakes up at the local hotel and finds her body in a bathtub where she runs around town trying to communicate with people. Though it’s clear she is dead, a few select people can actually see her. The one thing everyone seems to have in common is that no one knows why she was killed.
doesn’t think of himself as a coward. He regularly faces situations that he’s
sure would reduce most people to stammering terror, laughs in the face of
danger that would drop most to their knees to plead for their lives. Shizuo
tells him he’s reckless, that he’s an adrenaline junkie, that he should be more
careful in almost everything he does; Izaya isn’t afraid of the yakuza, or
physical danger, or heights, or crowds. He can and does deal with a whole range
of things accounted frightening or even downright deadly, depending on the
circumstances, and as a rule he never experiences anything more than a shiver
of excitement more pleasant than otherwise, if the situation is truly dire
And just at the moment, he is
“Izaya,” Shizuo says from alongside
him, his voice dropping into that tolerant range that would draw irritation
from Izaya’s lips in an ordinary situation, that would pull frustration over
his tongue if he dared trust the thrum of panic in his throat to coherent
sound. “Are you going to be okay?”
Izaya can’t answer out loud. He’s
afraid if he opens his mouth he’s going to whimper audibly, and if he does that
he thinks he might stop walking entirely, and if he does that
he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to move forward again. He ducks his head
into a nod instead, a sharp movement that he’s sure looks exactly as insincere
as it feels.
My school didn’t have a drama department. I was one of the lucky four children who got to travel twice a week to another school, because our school could only afford one taxi. Now, if I was at one of these private schools, how many more people would have been on a drama course? Undoubtedly there is a difference between people with money having access to the arts that people from working-class backgrounds don’t have, but that’s not their fault. I’m not taking anything away from these brilliant actors who are doing great stuff in Hollywood. A lot of them are my friends.
Summary: Steve frowned, not quite sure what he was doing. “My mom wants to invite you to dinner.” It sounded more like a question than an statement. Nancy blinked, clearly surprised. “Oh,” was all she said.
So recently, I’ve been seeing a lot of hate on Tumblr and Twitter. Previously, there has been a lot of hate from other fandoms against ARMYs and BTS. The ARMY fandom is not new to this drama of course. BTS and ARMYs have been putting up with a lot of hate since debut (or maybe even pre-debut to be honest). BTS has in fact received so much hate that Big Hit had to take legal action as of last year. We always pride ourselves on the fact that (most of us) don’t fight back anti-fans with hate, we either use facts or just simply report them for harsh comments against BTS. Rather than fighting antis, we try to use that energy to raise BTS higher up and have people beyond the ARMY fandom recognize their talents. However, recently there has been a lot of hate on ARMYs by other ARMYs on Tumblr. Often times this hate is unwarranted or based off of assumptions. A few of my friends (and a lot of ARMYs on Tumblr in general, including myself), are afraid to voice their opinions about anything because it always results in hate typically in the form of harsh anonymous messages. No matter how big or small your blog is, it’s important to remember that actual people run these blogs. It might seem like that one anonymous message is not a huge deal and that your words may not have an impact on the person you are sending it to, but believe me it will. Often times that one anonymous message starts greater attacks on that ARMY because people for some reason think that it’s okay to send such messages. Words hurt more than you might think… I’m not saying that ARMYs never mess up or never say problematic things, but I just hope that we can all be more careful when sending messages or even just reblogging posts with comments that might attack the original poster. It is one thing to kindly send an ask if the person actually did something wrong, but to attack another ARMY with harsh words? I don’t think we want our fandom to become one that spends all of our energy fighting one another rather than using that energy to give BTS the success and recognition they deserve.
I don't think you complain too much at all!! In fact, it was because of you that I found out Shiro's age and found out how creepy Sh/aladin was! I think it was the last time you were telling people Shiro's age, with the first post being like "Sh/aladins respectfully get off my blog." At first I just thought you were trying to get in on a ship war, but then I was successfully informed by you, and 100% understood your stance.
ah thank you for saying so!! I really try to keep calm & respectful on here, but people say some nasty stuff sometimes so it gets difficult to keep my head…
There will be two new Drama CDs coming up for SERVAMP! ヽ(；▽；)ノ Best yet, the storyline and CD jacket will all be done by Tanaka-sensei themselves, whee~ \(//∇//)\ I’m so looking forward to it! X3 Further information to be released in due course~
Finally, I have determined what causes the two sides of Yixing.
It’s like an on/off switch.
Hair pushed back Yixing: In idol mode. Ready to destroy hearts. Never removes his hand from his crotch.
Hair covering forehead Yixing: is it nap time yet? Ready for the cuddles. Let’s stay in and watch a drama.