#barelytherenotallhere

[bughead-fanfic-wishlist]

Power rangers au

[believe-that-you-can-my-friend]

Helloooo!!!! How are you doing? I just wanted to stop by and say that i actually looove the idea of a wardrobe board! For me, because I tend to be more of a visual person also, not only did it help to picture and set the scene but I could sort of get a sense of their personalities more. Jugheads was very typical jughead lol but I absolutely loved that Betty’s felt like a more grown up and sophisticated version of the Betty we know and love. :)

Hi there, dear!! I’m doing fine, thank you for asking! How about you?

And yeah, Jug is pretty much the same costume wise, however, he is older too and a dedicated biker, meaning that he is mature and a tad more sure about himself, so there’s gonna be some twists and spins in his regular wardrobe and pieces that are modern and appropriate for a guy in his late twenties. As for Betty, she is a young woman living in a big city, college graduate and an employee in a very upscale and demanding workplace, so her attire is modern, feminine, stylish, keeping the little details that make her the Betty she grew up to be but also adapting some others that are matching her now more confident, more postmodern feminist self. There’s gonna be a lot of mini skirts, patterned tights and sweaters but also a lot of bolder colors, cigarette pants and skinny jeans, leather, vinyl, faux-fur coats but all of them laced with her unique Betty Cooper touch. 

(I got a little carried away, I’m sorry! xD)

[juggiesbetts]

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Definitely will now! I fell in love with that show! I miss it lol

yay!! who was ur fav character??

[jugandbettsdetectiveagency]

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If anyone wants to like tell me about their day or...

This week has been terrible, and I’m so grateful I can come on here to such a wonderful fandom to escape for a little while. Life truly sucks sometimes :(

Oh no, I’m so sorry, my lovely! I’m glad you’ve got this lil space and if you ever need to talk I and the entire fandom are here for you <3

[werenzki]

Listen, I followed you because of riverdale and here you are dragging me back into the NHL after a year being gone (the maple leafs depress me but I'm a Toronto girl through and through) but now I need to know why pk is crying because he's too precious wtf...

Welcome back to the dark side lol, the leafs rookie are making me pay so much attention to their games and Mitch and Auston are just super dreamy in my opinion. As for our sweet boy PK, he was playing against the Canadiens and they paid tribute to him, here’s a vid, it’s really cute :)

[bughead-fic-request]

I’m not normally one to post sprousehart anything but I am one to re-blog damn good writing and that’s what this is. @jilyydoe or @barelytherenotallhere has written a short and sweet interaction between Cole and Lili at the Golden Globes party. If you want your heart to beat a little faster and you want to put a smile on your face read this! If you like it comment! If you like it re-blog!! That kind of encouragement will lead to more content from this incredible writer!!!

Sprousehart

I saw a couple people upset at the lack of joint sprousehart content from the gg event last night and it got me thinking about this.

You would think that they would be tired of eachother by now, that a little space would be good for them. They had just spent days alone, practically attached at the hip, in Hawaii, with only eachother for company after all.

But no, it’s barely been a day and they already missed eachother. It’s a bit ridiculous, if they stop to think about it. They are, after all, at the same event. Mere feet away from eachother. But after being so close, so intimate, and now having to hold back was almost torture for them.

He could see her a little ways away, posing for the cameras, bright smile and lacy dress. So different from the sleepy smiles in the early morning and the soft cotton of his own tshirt on her warm body. Different but still beautiful.

She could see him shift restlessly in his chair beside a girl she doesn’t know, his body angled slightly away and fingers tugging at the neck of his shirt. She catches his eye and smirks slyly, remembering the reason for his choice of turtleneck, thinking fondly back to the night she had him restless for completely different reasons.

She takes a sip of her drink, her mouth suddenly dry. Her drink is too sweet and she finds herself frowning at the taste, her tongue craving for something different. Like the skin on his neck slightly salty from the unique combination of his sweat and the ocean water. She puts her glass back down, her thirst not quite quenched and almost misses the wink he throws her way before he’s up out of his seating and making his way towards her table.

He had to establish some sort of self control, he tells himself as his fingers brush slightly over her shoulder before he forces himself to grip the back of her chair instead. He notices the goose bumps rise on her neck before her own hand comes up to rub at her skin and fix the strap on her dress and some might think it’s self conscious but he knows she’s holding herself back as well when her fingers brush against his.

He stops himself from grabbing her hand and settles for rubbing his fingers together instead.

She’s dizzy from something she’s convinced is not the alcohol she barely drank. She thinks it may be his cologne and inhales the scent deeply. She lets it fill her lungs and she feels almost high, and when he leans down and slightly over her, she can feel his heartbeat against her shoulder in sync with her own and she thinks maybe it’s not his cologne. Maybe it’s just him and she leans back into his warmth.

His hand finds its way, almost automatically, if it’s own free will, onto her shoulder and his fingers squeeze gently. Her skin feels hot and smooth under him and he can only think about how soft she feels.

He has to almost shake himself back to reality when the room around him seems to settle and almost everyone is seated. He knows it’s time to go back to his table. She smiles almost sadly to see him retreat but he winks at her again and she knows he’ll make some excuse for them both to leave early.

Then they can go home together.

[jamesbvck]

What’s your favourite time of day? (Or night)

hmmm. i like 11am, it’s a nice time, still the morning but almost afternoon. and evening like 7pm or 8pm when the sun is setting and the world is settling down for the day.

“what’s your favourite..” 💫

[acklelantern]

No, no. Not anti-dean at all. Sorry if it came off that way. Dean was my favourite this whole time and I still love him, (I've just found new appreciation for Sam) what I meant by character development was that he seems to be going through the same situations over and over. Going over to the dark side when he had the mark. Then when he became a demon and didn't want to be changed back. Yes, after He was healed but still had the mark he was fighting against it. But I feel like he's going back

Into that same storyline with Amara and their apparent connection.

AHHHHH!! Okay I gotcha now!!! He does seem to have the same-ish plot lines and honestly I feel like Dean’s character is taken advantage of. Sam has been the main focus since season 1. He is always going through something. I forget who, but someone on SPN/ CW w/e said the main plot in the beginning was Sam and the whole boyking thing. It’s always been about Sam. Not that I mind, BUT thats why I think Dean’s character is brushed under the rug a lot. I mean seriously......they didn’t even bring up Dean going to hell. When Dean came back he had like two moments. One was talking to Sam, two was facing Alistair who abused Dean in hell. But Sam’s story from hell got an entire season. I don’t really think it is fair. We saw like 3 episodes of Deanmon (i am 100% sure its because of the 200th ep) but we got almost a whole season of soulless!Sam. Idk it just upsets me how Dean is written off a lot. I get it the main focus has always been Sam but its season 11 now. It’s time to give Dean something. Which is why I was so happy the MOC lasted two seasons bc finally Dean was the one getting attention.  I love Sam’s story lines, i just wish Dean wasn’t pushed under the rug for them.

[goldtsein]

Fireplace and fallen leaves :)

fireplace: one of your favorite stories, books, or poems

The City of Dreaming Books is the first that comes to mind

fallen leaves: a scent that triggers a positive memory

the smell of fireworks (gunpowder lmao) reminds me of christmas aka condensed childhood happiness

send me these

[yourlittleharmonicaishammered]

Just saw your sleepover Saturday post, and if your still interested in doing that, then I would love to know what kind of music you like to listen to?

I am still doing it. I like a lot of different music. Sometimes it depends on my mood. I really love pop, doo wop, motown,alternative and country. I am such a huge fan of late 90s-early 2000′s music for pretty much most music genres. Thanks for asking.

Sleepover Saturday: Ask me things 

[believe-that-you-can-my-friend]

Bug head writing prompt "I could kiss you!" One of them figures out something for the other and the latter gets so excited or happy they either kiss the person or exclaim that they want to...

A rather delayed answer to your adorable request before I post something regarding last night’s episode later tonight, so stay tuned! I hope you like it!!! Thanks so much for requesting!! 

Request more prompts here

It was dead silent in the students’ lounge thatTuesday in free period.  Being one of therare days that the sun was showering the small town of Riverdale with its rich,warm rays, every student was out in the backyard, soaking up the much neededvitamin D. That of course didn’t apply for Jughead Jones whose mainly attitudeand way of life was far beyond from sunshines and rainbows.

He threw his bag at the couch at the center of theroom carelessly and mentally let a happy sigh of relief that the only soundaround him was him thinking. He pushed some coins into the venting machinepaying for a very small, much to his dislike, pack of chips and some Skittles,the boy always up for an unhealthy snack, peaking out of the window mindlesslyas he waited for the machine to deliver the goodies. Amongst the sea of highschoolers, he could see Archie along with Reggie and Moose and other jocksengrossed in a low-key baseball match in all their Bulldogs’ glory of heavylaughter and dude jokes and Veronica sporting some oversized, designersunglasses while sunbathing on the grass along with other cheerleaders whileCheryl Blossom was some benches away with Josie and the Pussycats, the girlswatching something on an iPad and swaying lightly to some beat. Jughead didn’t feeleven the slightest of need to join them.

With snacks in hand, the boy threw himself on thecouch and got comfortable, resting his legs on the coffee table in front of himand crossing them at the ankles, his mind briefly wandering to the bubblyblonde his eyes didn’t quite catch outside, enjoying the nice day. He hoped shewasn’t with her face buried in some book at the library or squishing her mindfor ideas in the Blue & Gold; she studied and worked too much for her owngood. Thinking that maybe he hadn’t notice her presence outside – somethingmuch more than doubtful because he was always aware of her presence withouteven looking up – but making a mental note to check up on her in a while,Jughead opened his laptop on his lap and double clicked on the document thatheld his precious novel, feeling his fingers itching to put on paper the wordsthat danced all day in his mind.

Barely five minutes passed and the perfume he got torecognize as Betty addictive Cooperinvaded his senses, once again aware of her presence in an instant without evenneeding confirmation of his baby blue eyes.

“Juggie Jones, what are you doing inside on a day likethat?” the friendly blonde offered in her usual motherly tone, walking furtherinside the room. Jughead groaned under his breath; he had a strong inkling thathe wouldn’t get any work done.

“Not a word, Cooper.” He replied in his casual tone ofirritation and frowned to the screen, raising a shushing finger in the air tocut her off.

Betty giggled; she deeply enjoyed it when he was beinggrumpy like that. “Word.” She leaned to his ear and replied cleverly, the boybacking away in reflex and closing his eyes in annoyance. That girl was sogonna be the death of him.

“Why don’t you go out and let me be?” he kept not sparingher any glance, only typing things on his laptop. “All your fellow pom-pomgirls are out getting a tan. Go be a shallow millennial teenage girl.” He wenton apathetically.

Betty just shrugged, throwing herself on the armchairnext to him. “I dropped by but wasn’t quite feeling it. So I came snoopingaround looking for you.” She gave him a teasing smile which Jughead barely sawblurry through his peripheral vision.

“Lucky me.” He murmured in fake delight.

“Oh, shush, you big baby!” she scoffed. “I’m justgonna sit here and read. I won’t bother you I promise.” Jughead raised his eyesat that in warning and saw her taking out of her backpack a worn out at theedges literature book, Les LiaisonsDangereuses, Jughead read in his mediocre slash good enough French, beforeopening it up somewhere around the middle. He was dying to ask how on earthsweet innocent Betty Cooper had ended up with such a scandalous classic in herhands but held his mouth shut last minute, knowing that this would cause arather large monologue out of the blonde’s lips that most times he enjoyed butright now he really wanted to get back to describing Jason Blossom’s seeminglyperfect life prior his tragic death.

And just as he mentally gave him a pat on the back forfinishing yet another chapter, the worst thing possible in the history ofmisfortunes happened and the screen of his laptop turned pitch black, sendingJughead in state of fear and cold sweat.

“No.” he huffed lowly at first, not quite believinghis eyes, the girl next to him looking up and raising an eyebrow. “No, no, no,no, no…” he gradually started freaking out, sitting straight and placing thelaptop on the table, pressing keys in frenzy.

“What’s the matter?” Betty questioned sitting upstraight too.

“The matter is that my posthumous fame died before Ieven did!” he exclaimed an octave higher in exaggeration, continuing with hisuseless key-pressing, now harder and more demanding.

Betty’s eyebrows knitted in confusion, examining thenon-responsive machine. “What happened?”

“What happened…” Jughead repeated with a bitterchuckle and a shake of his head. “Would I act like my pants caught on fire if Iknew what happened?!” he spat angrily to the blonde’s face, not being able tocontrol his frustration and desperation. His laptop was his only belonging thatmattered; how could it betray him like that?

She rolled her eyes. “Let me take a look.” She went onto turn the laptop towards herself but he pushed her hands away.

“Don’t you dare.” Jughead warned with a full onthreatening look.

If Betty didn’t know how much that novel meant to him,she would have laughed. “Oh, come on! Maybe I can help.” She insisted but hewasn’t having any of it.

“I said don’t you dare.” The boy stood up, taking thesilver machine under his arm protectively.

Betty sized him down. “You know, I’m way more stubbornthan you.” She pointed out with narrowed eyes and moved forwards, grabbing thelaptop and trying to pull it out of his arms.

“Betty, don’t make me physically hurt you!” Jugheadwarned once again, trying desperately to hold on to his most beloved thing.

“Oh please, like you would.” She scoffed and delivereda hard kick to his knee, the boy backing down in pain and loosening his stronghold, Betty finding the perfect chance to snatch the laptop off his hands witha victorious “ha!”.

“You’re a nuisance, Betty Cooper! You truly are!” theraven haired boy yelled angrily, rubbing his pained knee while setting off tocatch her, the blonde rounding the table before jogging further away inside theroom.

“If you stop that, you’ll get your laptop backsooner.” She pointed out and let a squeal when he came close to catching herbut she hid the laptop behind her back maneuvered herself around him, sprintingto the other side of the room.

“You’re dead, I swear, you are dead!” he colored everyword with frustration, the two of them dancing around the room, knocking overthings and furniture.

Kevin made his appearance at that very moment, cartonbox of juice in hand and a look of pleasant surprise upon trying to figure outwhat his friends were doing. “What are we playing?” he asked in amusement.

“Betty is just playing with my nerves!” Jugheadgroaned loudly, slightly out of breath, coming to a stop next to Kevin. “Stop!Now!” he commanded the blonde with a raise of his arm and a warning fingerpointing her way.

Betty came to a halt some meters further across him, huffing away from her eyes some strands of hair that escaped her otherwise perfectponytail. “I will, if you give me a chance to take a look at this.”

Jughead titled his head to the side and huffed, bitinghis lip and being minutes away from losing his temper with that five foot sixamazingly annoying creature in front of him.

She just gave him a look under her eyelashes andmastered her most charming, girly smile. “Please?” she asked in that sweet,made of clouds and candy canes voice of hers and Jughead knew that he was goingto regret it but what was he gonna do? He really was sold, like always.

Betty let a winning fist bump in the air upon seeinghis hesitant nod and got immediately to work, settling on the seat hepreviously occupied and opening the lid of his computer, before pressing acombination of keys, the two boys coming to stand behind her in curiosity and,in Jughead’s case, pure dread. The screen came back to life and Jughead’s facedropped at that, once coming across its irritating blue shade and a millionthings in code. The blonde was unfazed though, a light frown of determinationbetween her perfectly shaped brows, and she took a minute to scan theincoherent text for the four eyes she had on her back, before pressing keys andtyping code things in pop ups that came up.

In a mere matter of minutes, Jughead’s laptop was backup and running, his document still there to wave him a pleasant hello.

“NO!” he exclaimed in pure joy and jumped over thecouch to settle next to her, lips forming the biggest smile in the history ofsmiles. “How on earth did you do that?” he wondered in total awe, taking in theblonde next to him who just shrugged with a clever smile.

“My dad has that kind of incidents once in a while atthe paper so he had to learn some tricks. And he passed his wisdom down to me.”Betty admitted, proud of herself and pleased that he was smiling like thatbecause of her.

“Man!” Jughead exclaimed again in pure shock, staringat his computer screen like a thristy man in the sight of an oasis. “Betty Cooper, youmade me so happy right now, I could kissyou!” he went on ecstatic, not filtering any of the word vomit that cameout of his mouth, nor even his actions as it seemed, since he grabbed herdelicious pink cheeks and delivered a fierce peck to her mouth, before both ofthem jumped back in shock.

“Alright…” Kevin was the one to interrupt the awkwardsilence dragging the word, even him being equally flabbergasted. “That’s myqueue to go. I have enough suppressed feelings of my own to even deal withyours too.” The boy said cleverly, strolling quickly out of the lounge.

“That…” Jughead started, rubbing his sweaty palms overhis jeans uneasily feeling the heat of embarassment numbing his mind, not finding any suitable words and looking hesitantly at theblonde next to him with the corner of his eyes.

“Uh…” Betty hummed, uncertain of what to say either,cheeks crimson red, eyes rounded in girly innocence and bubblegum lips still parted inthat post-kissing pout.

“I didn’t mean to jump on you like that, I was justamazed that my documents weren’t gone, I wouldnever do something like that to you…” his nervous rant died on his lipsonce his wandering eyes connected with hers and there was silence for a moment,the two teens sensing the change between them.

Betty eyes did a dramatic blink, blink and he melted right there, putty for that girl and heradorable reactions. “But it was so nice…” she admitted with a dreamy sigh.

“Yeah…” he sighed too with a sudden heaviness in hisvoice. “So damn nice…” his baby blues dropped to her full lips again and thatwas it, that was their undoing; they dove into that exhilarating feeling and didn’t unwrap themselves from each other for the rest of freeperiod, or, more correctly, the rest of that day.

[juggiesbetts]

barelytherenotallhere replied to your post: guys please watch supernatural if u don’t already like i know it’s a...

Ah, I stopped watching after season 9, but thinking I should get back into it now..

dude you definitely should it only gets better

[morbidmulder]

My name is Priscella and I like the feeling of breathing in cold crisp air.

I love your name!

Skater dresses, velvet, high heels on marble floors, porch pumpkins, red doors

Want one? >http://crankydean.tumblr.com/post/130082501156/name-aesthetics(I’m on mobile or I’d post a better-looking link)

[jamesbvck]

Happy birthday!!! I hope you have a wonderful day :)

thaaaanks!! 💙

[acklelantern]

I love dean tooo but I think I'm just tired of his angsty character now, I feel like he's had no character development for at least a couple seasons now (maybe I'm the only one) and he's playing the same storyline with minor plot changes over and over again. Though that's entirely the writers fault. (I love Jensen and Jared and misha all equally ;) )

Watch season 1- 10 again. Dean HAS gone through some major character developments. Dean is super unappreciated and SOME people only care about him unless he is added to a ship and its really freaking sad.

Any Dean girls want to add how Dean has changed for me? I just got back from work and I am too lazy to hunt everything down right now. 

[juggiesbetts]

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I do have a special place in my heart for jo though (I’m still not over it) she had so much potential to be a strong female character

JO OMG I LOVE HER SO MUCH I’M STILL SO BITTER... also bela like i know she was a bitch, fucked w the bros and was written as a villain but i still liked her lowkey and she didn’t deserve what happened to her