#packs veronica lodge

[neverscreens]

— RIVERDALE S07E01, SCREENCAPS.

Part one, 291 Screencaps.

Part two, 290 Screencaps.

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[veronicalodgegifpacks]

I will get to working on s2/s3/s4/s6 soon!

[yrsdf]

Do you happen to be taking requests at the moment? if so, could we have Highschool Charlie x Y/n (no smut!) just Charlie being a bully while also having secret feelings for Y/n, but Y/n just plainly doesn't like him cuz of his poor treatment of them

The Bully

charlie dompler

school was usually an escape for most, but for you it was dreadful, you took extra long in the mornings getting ready contemplating whether to even go or not, but you sighed and got dressed. you packed your back pack with your homework and laptop you double checked your outfit and grabbed your car keys heading out of your room and parents home. you pressed the unlock button and opened your car door getting in and heading to school. as you approached the building you parked in your usual spot and got out of your car slinging your bag over your shoulder. you walked toward the school and got in by scanning your school ID.

you walked through the crowded hall and accidentally bumped into someone without paying attention, you looks up and connected eyes with a [pissed off] charlie dompler. you mentally winced at the fact youd bumped into him

"Im sorry charlie - i didnt see you there. wont happen again" you said truthfully, his angered eyes scanned your face momentarily before he scoffed, he adjusted his backpacks strap "i knew you had bird brain but seriously man - you cant be that dumb bumping into me" he said with a harsh tone that made a small frown appear across your face. "next time use your eyes - seems your brain hardly seems to work. y'know because you couldnt sense me coming." you were tempted to clap back a response but you sighed in defeat, which elicited a smile from his stupid face. you quickly apologized once more before hurrying off to class.

the day went on like everyother day until 8th period came around, you heard that charlies friend veronica was going to jump you, you kept a cool appearance acting as if you didnt hear a single word, you convinced yourself it was some sick prank or silly rumor.. the bell rang. you scurried out of class and made your way through jammed halls and out of the school to your car, before you could even reach your car you heard her "dont even think about getting in that car bitch." you turned to face her fuming face, you audibly gulped. "im sure you have the wrong person v..?" she scoffed before approaching you "i heard you degraded charlie this morning? you know i dont fuck with that." you went to speak but that resulted in a unexpected fist lodged in your nose. you stumbled back holding your nose, blood flowed between your finger tips and down your wrist. "i swear v! i didn-" her foot collided with your right rib cage resulting in a omph noise rising from your mouth, here you were getting beaten down with your back against your own car all over a stupid rumo-

"veronica??! what the hell man - dude.." charlie moved her and his eyes peered down at you, they widened at the gruesome look of your physical state "veronica seriously man - what the actual hell ran through your head when you did this?" she looked at him with guilt as they both fought it out you attempted to pull yourself up using your car door handle, you didnt notice her storm off until you felt a hand helping you up. "you seriously sat and took this beatdown? - are you stupid or something? i mean you have to be dumb taking this much damage with no retaliation" you saw pity in his exspression, you didnt care of his attempt at feelings. you pushed his touch away using your sleeve to rub the blood from under your nose "if this is your attempt at being nice charlie its not working, and stop getting your friends on me... im tired of playing punching bag."

you didn’t know but he felt a pain in his chest knowing there were fights you lost that he couldn't break up in time. his eyes scanned your broken face and you saw a sympathetic frown cross his face, you sighed at this and grabbed your keys from the floor unlocking your car that was behind your back. "listen man - ..im sorry alright? i helped you up and she left i mean - what more can i do?" you rolled your eyes seeing as he assumed common decency was a way to your heart. you saw a self centered smile cross his face which was actually a attempt at genuiness and you scoffed your eyes rolling as you grabbed your car door handle “fuck you charlie." you got into your car and started it, you took no time leaving him in the dust.

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[strideofpride]

Okay yeah I am actually gonna write some meta about why Hermione & Hiram’s toxic relationship works for me and 🪑 doesn’t. a) Riverdale never romanticizes the Lodge marriage. There isn’t endless scenes full of bad dialogue where they declare themselves to be “epic love”. b) Riverdale’s narrative (often using Veronica as a mouthpiece) is very aware that Hiram has the power & control, and that while Hermione has certainly done her fair share of bad things, her badness is nowhere near comparable to Hiram. c) unlike 🪑 who have constant sex scenes seemingly for shock value more than anything else, the Lodges only have one (I assume we’re not getting another one). It’s not there for shock value, it actually serves a purpose - to show us why Hermione keeps going back to Hiram. By showing us only once, it packs a much more powerful punch (also it helps that both actors are actually hot 😏).

[cherryliqueurkinks]

teacher of the year - chapter 3

Veronica has quite the long weekend ahead of her.

pairing: veronica lodge/original male character

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The first long weekend of the school year should've been the brief yet beloved reprieve that Veronica was looking for, but she hadn't dared hope that Jordan would take it easy on her. He'd grown impossibly bolder and cockier since fucking her against every surface in the Bulldogs workout room well into the night, as if seeing her squeeze herself into a slutty Vixens uniform and walk through the school at his command made him realize how much control he truly had over her. Never mind the fact that it was after hours and the chances of her actually getting caught were slim at best. She'd done it despite the risk to her job and her reputation, simply because he wanted her to, and every day he seemed to find a new way to see how far he could push her.

Turns out, he can push pretty damn far when he's dangling the last shreds of her dignity from his fingertips.

Which is how she finds herself anxiously glancing over her shoulder as she stands on his doorstep, praying that she'll make it inside unnoticed. The street is empty, half of the cars gone as families are eager to get a head start out of town for the holiday weekend, but still. If Riverdale has taught her anything, it's to assume that someone is always watching.

She flinches when the door swings open, and then Jordan is filling the doorway in nothing but a towel cinched loosely around his hips, his hair damp dripping water onto his bare chest, and Veronica's stomach clenches tightly. She almost glances over her shoulder again, worried someone will choose now to walk by, while her student is half-naked and she's on his front step with an overnight bag hooked over her shoulder, but she knows her panic would only amuse him.

"Right on time, Ms. L," Jordan drawls, his smirk wide and his eyes glinting. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were eager to get our weekend started."

Veronica presses her lips together. With his parents already gone for the long weekend, Jordan would've had three full days to have her at his mercy, but of course he couldn't simply settle for that. If it wasn't for his football practice, he probably would've expected her within an hour of the dismissal bell, or perhaps he would've ditched the idea of having her pack a bag altogether, so he could've taken her straight home with him instead.

There's at least a little reprieve with the Connors living in the wealthier half of town, where the properties are larger and the houses are further apart, promising some semblance of privacy while Jordan has her at his beck and call. She can only imagine the things he has in mind in her, without the threat of interruption or getting caught to put a damper on his fun.

As if hearing her thoughts, he flashes his teeth in a smile as he finally steps aside to let her in. "We're going to have so much fun together."

-

If Veronica thought that he'd start off rough, bending her over the closest surface and making her come hard and fast just as he'd done countless times in her own classroom, she was wrong.

Instead, what must be over an hour after stripping out of her clothes in the middle of his foyer, Veronica finds herself tangled with him on the chaise of the couch, trying in vain to keep from grinding against his thick, muscular thigh as she continues jerking his cock off with her cum-covered fist. He'd already come once, splattering his abs and her fingers with his milky seed, but he'd ordered her not to stop. He'd stayed impossibly hard after his orgasm, twitching and pulsing in her hand, and her cunt grew slicker with envy where his thigh was tucked between hers.

The worst part? She'd gotten wet entirely on her own, from nothing but the friction of his skin against her cunt and the musk of his scent in the air, until she's practically humping his leg with how much she's squirming.

All the while, Jordan barely pays her any attention, his eyes fixed on the porn he pulled up on the ridiculously massive flat screen mounted to the wall as a schoolgirl was being eaten out in front of them. The camera was zoomed in on the sight of her plaid skirt bunched around her hips, her bearded professor taking slow, languid, teasing licks of her swollen cunt, the wet sounds and her wanton whimpers filling the vast space of the living room in surround sound.

Veronica nearly whimpers in harmony with the girl as her own cunt tingled, her clit throbbing, desperate for the same attention.

When Jordan comes again, it's with a low, rumbling groan that Veronica feels with the way she's pressed against him, hips jutting up into her fist as more sticky, hot cum spurts over her hand. She hates that her mouth nearly waters at the heady, salty scent of it, that she has the strongest urge to lick her own fingers clean, her cunt clenching as if it's milking every drop for itself.

"Shit," Jordan grunts out with a laugh as he finally bats her hand away, the last tremors of his orgasm washing over him as he winds an arm around Veronica's waist and tucks her even tighter against him. "With how wet my thigh feels, Mr. L, I would've thought you just came, too."

Her face flushes with heat, yet it doesn't stop her writhing against his hold as she tries to grind against him for any semblance of friction and relief from the tingling in her cunt.

"Don't be shy." He smacks her ass hard, making her gasp. "If you want to come, you know what to do."

Veronica bites her lip, cheeks growing hotter with indignation, but that doesn't stop her from beginning to hump his leg in earnest. It's embarrassing, just how easily she's come to follow his command, regardless of how degrading they truly are, but she can't focus on anything right now that finally tipping over the edge of pleasure she's been dangling off.

She clutches at his broad shoulders, thick and toned from football, wondering not for the first time how a teenager could have this kind of body on him. If she closed her eyes and desperately tried to block out the shame, with a matured, imposing physique like his, she could almost pretend that it wasn't her own student that was manhandling her, making her come faster and harder than she has since she was back in high school.

Veronica tucks her head into his shoulder as she grinds her clit hard and quick against his hip, gasping, feeling the pleasure beginning to tighten at the base of her spine, but then Jordan is clamping his large hand around her throat and forcing her head back.

"I don't think so," he chides, gripping her chin so she has no choice but to hold his gaze as she humps his leg to orgasm. "None of that hiding shit with me, Ms. L. When you come, I want you to know exactly whose body you're coming all over."

Veronica moans as she tightens her legs around him, eyelids falling half-closed as her cunt begins spasming with her orgasm against his leg. It isn't nearly as satisfying as coming from his tongue or his fingers or his cock, yet she chases the high with desperate, sloppy jerks of her hip against his thigh, staring up at the smug expression on Jordan's face as her vision blurs at the edges from pleasure. He jerks her head closer, licking into her gasping mouth with a deep kiss, and Veronica practically purrs as the waves of pleasure continue crashing over her.

She hates how much she loves this.

"Atta girl," he murmurs, the praise coming out like the taunt it truly is as he sucks on her tongue and nips at her lips. Then he tucks his fingers into her hair, tugging, and Veronica gasps as he guides her off and shoves her face down on his lap. "Now make sure you clean up every last drop. Don't want my parents finding out we christened their brand new couch, do you?"

-

After he'd finally let her come, it's as if he made it his goal to do it again and again and again, as fast and slow and hard and deep as he could, and on every surface of his house he could throw her against or bend her over.

He splayed her out on the dining table, sucking on her clit until she squirted all over the linen tablecloth.

He bent her over the kitchen island, clamping his hand around her throat as he fucked her from behind until she was shuddering around his cock, nearly on the verge of passing out.

He dragged her into his parents' ensuite bathroom, sitting on the built-in shower bench and making her ride him through two orgasms as he groped her with soapy hands.

And now he has her spread out on her back across the plush carpet of the study, her hips lifted in the air with his bruising grip as he fucked her with deep, hard strokes, making her eyes roll back as he hit that sweet spot inside of her again and again. Veronica can feel the pleasure swirling in her stomach too tightly and too quickly, but she can't do anything but take it, clawing at the carpet and keening out as he squeezes out yet another orgasm out of her. She's trembling from the force of it, practically gasping for air as it crashes over her, and Jordan grunts as he snaps his hips harder and faster.

Then he's curling over her, biting down on one of her nipples and then sucking it harshly, sloppily, as his cum spills deep inside of her. Veronica whines, squirming as the sensations of his mouth on her tits drags out her own pleasure, making her quiver from the tremors of her orgasm, but his weight keeps her pinned in place as he spurts rope after rope of his seed inside of her. She can feel it already starting to drip out despite how tightly her cunt is clamped around his cock, and she hates that her clit practically tingles in response, as if it wants even more.

Everything feels heady and hazy, so much so that she can only manage a whimper in response as he gathers her in his arms and lifts her up with ease. It's ridiculous how Jordan hardly seems to break a sweat no matter how hard he fucks her or how many times he's come, but she supposes it shouldn't be a surprise. Not only is he young, but he's also an athlete.

And without any practices or games for the next three days, he seems determined to burn off all his energy on her.

Veronica feels him slip his cock from her tingling pussy right before he practically drops her down onto leather chair sitting behind the large, oak desk, even more of their cum leaking out of her and onto the cushion. The very same cushion his father no doubt sits atop every day. She feels her cheeks burn out of mortification, but she's simply too exhausted to even attempt to scramble off.

Jordan grins at her smugly as if he knows this, too, hooking both of her knees over the arms of the chair so that she's spread out even more, more cum oozing out from her glistening cunt.

"Looks like you upgraded from hot teacher to naughty professor," he taunts, flashing his teeth in a wide smile as he picks up a feathered quill from its perch on the desk. "The only thing missing is your fuck me glasses, but that's okay. We got all weekend to get to the fun stuff." He drags the tip of the quill along the inside of one thigh, making her shiver at the ticklish sensation, until he drags it against her throbbing clit and she jolts in the chair. She nearly draws her legs closed, but his other hand shoots out to grip her knee to stop her, and she whimpers as she eases her legs back over the arms of the chair once more. "Don't worry, Ms. L," Jordan says, licking his lips as he swirls the quill around her clit once more, relishing in the way she trembles. "I know your cunt needs a break. Luckily, your little clitty looks like she's ready to play."

Veronica strains to keep her legs open as he brings the quill back to her throbbing little bundle of nerves, reaching up to grasp the back of the chair as her spine arches and her legs quiver. Every brush of the feather has her clit tingling and twitching, her cunt oozing more cum out of its folds as it clamps over aching emptiness, and she feels herself panting from the effort not to clamp her legs shut against the ticklish sensation against her overstimulated sex.

Occasionally, he drags the now-damp tip up to her tits, brushing it across her ribs, the underside of her breasts, her pebbled nipples, until her mouth is parting in a silent moan and her eyelids are fluttering shut. Then he drags it back down, circling her clit again and again, and she digs her nails into the chair as she mewls with every pass of the quill.

She feels impossibly aroused yet again, pleasure swirling low in her stomach until she finds herself trying to roll her hips up into the featherlight friction.

She's so distracted by it that she doesn't notice that he's come to stand right beside her until his other hand is tangling in her hair, yanking her close enough to thrust his cock into her gasping mouth. He continues twirling the feather over her clit, making her whine and moan around his thickness as he bumps his tip against the back of her throat with every thrust, his pace slow enough not to distract her from her impending orgasm but fast enough that she struggles to catch her breath. Which, of course, only serves to push her closer to her peak as she begins to tremble from the pleasure tightening inside of her.

"All you need is my cock and you're ready to come again," Jordan taunts, snapping his hips and hitting the back of her throat as he brushes the quill against her clit, and Veronica chokes out a cry around his cock as her orgasm bursts through her. He chuckles and fucks her face in earnest, gripping her hair even tighter, and her eyes nearly roll back. "Whether it's pounding your pussy or your mouth, you can't get enough, can't you, Ms. L?"

He yanks her head back, tossing the quill aside as she squirms through the waves of her orgasm, and then he's gripping his cock and tugging it in quick jerks. "How does it feel to be hooked on your own student's cock?" He guides himself closer, until his tip is practically bobbing against her cheeks and lips, painting her flushed skin and swollen mouth as his milky seed begins to spurt out of him. "To crave the taste of your student's cum?"

It splashes across her face, some of it dripping into her mouth and onto her tongue as she pants through her own orgasm, and she nearly moans at the oh so familiar taste as its musky scent fills her senses.

When the last of it has splashed across her chin and her neck, he shoves tow cum-slick fingers into her mouth, humming in smug satisfaction as she instantly begins sucking his sticky seed from his fingertips.

"Fucking greedy girl," he chuckles, and her eyes dart up to his as he shoves his fingers a little deeper. "Don't worry, Ms. L. I've got a lot planned for us this weekend, so you'll get your fill of cock and cum. Or maybe not," he adds, eyes glinting. "You are a Lodge, after all. Once you're hooked on something, you can't ever be satisfied, can't you?"

[delvedinto]

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(  maia mitchell,  cisfemale,  she  /  her  )  —  🎬  just  announced,  FLORENCE  DUCATTI  is  casted  as  CAROLINE FORBES  in  upcoming  THE VAMPIRE DIARIES  reboot.  the  twenty  eight  year  old  is  trending  as  people  are  debating  if  the  middle  finger  as  a  automatic  answer  ,  dior  shades  hiding  sour - some  glares  ,  rubbing  sea  salt  into  deep  wounds  ,  a  closet  packed  with  monsters  from  hellish  nightmares  ,  yelling  at  the  top  of  her  lungs  in  italian  at  the  smallest  of  inconveniences  that  they  are  known  for  is  enough  to  make  them  as  good  as  original.  a  quick  google  search  shows  that  their  fans  call  them  diligent,  but  internet  trolls  think  they’re  more  bloodless  i  guess  their  newest  interview  for  variety  where  they  talk  about  her  newest  addition  to  her  vinyl  collection  will  let  people  to  know  them  better. 

triggers: mental health specifically ptsd and psychosis , stabbing , murder , psychological and physical abuse.

STATISTICS.

full   name  :   florence  ducatti  ,  gwyn  isaac. nickname(s)  :   flossie  ,  flo. gender   /   pronouns  :   cisfemale  /  she  &  her. birthday  &.  age  :   august  18th  ‘97,  26. hometown  :   lismore ,  australia. current location : soho , new york city. accent : mild australian. languages : italian ( native ) , english ( fluent ). sexual   orientation  :   bisexual. romantic   orientation  :   biromantic. relationship status : recently single , heart broken. religion : athetist. occupation  :   former prima  ballerina  ,  singer  /  songwriter & actress. voice claim : renee rapp. character inspo : isabel ' belly ' conklin ( the summer i turned pretty ) , belle fox ( the artful dodger ) , callie adams foster ( good trouble ) , harper mclean ( heartbreak high ) , veronica lodge ( riverdale ) , quinn fabray ( glee ) , cassie salazar ( purple hearts ).

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face   claim  :   maia mitchell. height  :   5′5″   /   1.68  m .eye   color  :   brown. hair   color  :   dark  brunette. piercings:  ear lobes ( both ), seconds ( both ), thirds ( both ),  conch ( left ), daith ( right ), forward helix ( right ), industrial ( left ), tragus ( right ).  left nipple.  belly button. tattoos:  eight , see pinterest board. signature scent : bitter peach , tom ford.

HEALTH.

mental disorders : anxiety , insomnia secondary to night terrors. learning disabilities : severe dyslexia. physical disorders : a torn ligament in right wrist , type one diabetes. allergies : penicillin , peanuts. sleeping habits : night owl , insomniac , consistent night terrors since the age of sixteen. addictions : disposable vapes , nicotine. drug use : weed , has used ketamine previously. alcohol use : occasional.

FAMILY.

father  :  rowland isaac (  55,  deceased  ). mother  :   grace�� isaac  nee  ducatti.   (  51  ).

florence  ,  known  strictly  to  family  only  as  gwyn  ,  was  born  and  raised  in  australia  by  her  parents  ;  grace  and  rowland  isaac.  rowland  served  as  lead  for  education  ,  whereby  he  was  the  rank  of  a  warrant  officer  ,   of  the  australian  air  force.  one  of  his  first  deployments  at  the  age  of  twenty  led  him  to  sicily  ,  italy  ,  where  he  soon  met  and  fell  in  love  with  grace  ducatti.  at  the  time  ,  grace  was  a  law  student  and  planned  to  become  a  criminal  defence  lawyer  for  high  prolific  cases.  their  romance  was  fast  -  progressing  ,  an  engagement  with  a  year  and  plans  for  a  family  came  soon  after.  

with  rowland’s  return  to  his  home  base  ,  grace  didn’t  follow  straight  away.  maybe  that  should’ve  been  his  first  red  flag  ,  but  instead  she  chose  to  go  travelling  with  some  university  friends.  it  was  there  ,  she  met  another  man  and  fell  into  another  whirlwind  romance  without  informing  her  fiancée.  reuniting  with  rowland  was  electrifying  ,  a  night  spent  under  the  stars  and  an  announcement  she’d  been  hiding  to  tell  him  in  person.  she’d  fallen  pregnant  with  their  first  child  ,  a  boy  ,  or  that’s  what  she  told  him.  failing  to  mention  it  wasn’t  his  child  ,  leading  him  into  a  false  sense  of  commitment.  

as  rowland  was  none  the  wiser  to  grace’s  heated  rendezvous abroad  ,  he  raised  dylan  as  any  loving  father  did.  he  was  taken  under  his  wing  from  the  moment  he  could  walk  ,  or  that  was  the  story  repeated  year  or  year.  cut  to  nine  years  later  ,  grace  and  rowland  were  separated  again  when  her  work  took  her  across  country  and  left  him  home  alone  to  battle  the  reality  of  being  a  war  hero  and  first  -  time  father.  memories  of  war  began  to  dismantle  rowland’s  interior  ,  first  it  was  the  flash  backs  that  paralysed  him  in  his  sleep  then  it  had  audio  follow  its’  pursuit. 

trying  to  navigate  a  stable  home  became  difficult  ,  hard  to  hide  the  aspects  of  a  deteriorating  mental  health  in  view  of  a  young  child  who  didn’t  understand  at  first.  rowland  decided  to  leave  the  air  force  before  grace  returned  ,  discovering  him  more  feeble  than  previous.  he  was  a  man  who  didn’t  believe  in  therapy  ,  would  sit  through  the  memories  of  a  bloodbath  that  plagued  his  mind.  grace  ,  on  the  other  hand  ,  didn’t  pay  a  single  thought  to  him  or  their  family  while  away  ,  entangling  herself  in  another  man’s  sheets  once  again.  

nine  months  on  ,  she’d  convinced  rowland  he  was  going  to  be  a  dad  again.  being  a  father  was  his  greatest  love  but  the  man  knew  it  was  the  wrong  time  to  raise  another  ,  he  tried  to  discuss  other  options  for  their  unborn  child  but  grace  was  adamant  she  was  having  their  second  child  ,  a  girl  to  complete  their  quad.  violent  arguments  grew  between  them  ,  grace  always  having  the  upper  hand  by  any  means  necessary  ;  whether  that  was  blackmail  or  an  attempt  to  guilt  trip  him.  

with  another  set  of  little  feet  running  around  their  home  ,  florence’s  father’s  mental  health  took  another  plummet.  episodes  of  disorientation  and  agitation  happened  more  frequently  ,  his  anger  spiking  at  a  single  squeak  that  escaped  his  daughter’s  mouth.  he  knew  he  was  a  hazard  in  the  home  but  still  refused  to  seek  medical  help  ,  grace  simply  dismissing  his  behaviour  and  labelling  him  as  a  neglectful  father  instead.  neighbours  raised  concerns  for  the  young  child  ,  often  overbearing  the  heated  discussions  shouted  through  thin  walls  ,  every  word  enough  to  make  a  small  girl  cry.  

his  squash  of  memory  happened  more  frequently  ,  not  remembering  where  he  was  or  who  was  there.  believing  him  to  still  be  in  an  active  war  zone  ,  a  weapon  carried  at  his  side  every  minute  from  the  moment  his  son  left  for  university.  florence  ,  an  upcoming  ballerina  ,  still  in  junior  school  but  a  top  performing  in  fine  arts  and  struggling  with  literature  ;  specifically  reading.  

words  melting  together  like  alphabet  soup  ,  spelling  so  atrocious  that  a  child  her  inferior  age  could  correct  her.  italian  was  her  first  language  ,  one  she  didn’t  struggle  as  much  with  but  still  noticeable  errors  occurred  ,  english  on  the  other  hand  was  another  story.  undergoing  examinations  and  assessments  led  to  a  diagnosis  of  dyslexia  but  with  a  father  so  unwell  and  a  mother  who’s  barely  home  ,  she  was  a  lost  cause  until  approaching  her  best  friend’s  father  ,  begging  for  some  sort  of  guidance  to  help  navigate  her  school  work.  she  couldn’t  continue  to  fail  ,  with  the  help  of  his  oldest  ,  acer  ,  she  started  to  improve  enough  to  get  the  minimum  she  needed  to  pass.  

her  sixteenth  birthday  came  quick  amidst  the  decline  her  father  faced  ,  it  was  now  advised  she  shouldn’t  be  left  home  alone  with  him  but  grace  found  that  hard  to  believe  ,  he  wouldn’t  hurt  his  only  daughter.  that  day  proved  grace  wrong.  

it  started  as  any  ordinary  day  ,  school  drop  off  and  eight  hours  locked  in  academia  before  florence  returned  home.  she’d  gone  straight  to  her  room  ,  rowland  taking  his  usual  afternoon  nap  to  calm  the  terrors  in  his  mind  but  instead  ,  they  became  a  reality  &  their  home  was  a  new  territory  to  defend  from  the  enemy.  believing  his  daughter  to  be  an  opponent  ,  he  charged  through  the  home  with  a  hammer  secured  tight  in  a  fist  and  all  florence  had  was  a  dirty  butter  knife  to  her  defence.  she’d  manage  to  throw  it  to  cause  a  distraction  ,  allowing  her  seconds  to  escape  from  a  corner  where  he’d  trapped  her  and  she  landed  in  the  kitchen.  not  her  greatest  idea  with  all  the  possible  fatal  objects  but  there  was  nowhere  else  to  hide.  

the  island  in  the  middle  was  her  greatest  tactic  ,  able  to  shift  the  opposite  way  to  a  swinging  hammer  determined  to  meet  her  head.  she  cried  ,  begged  for  him  to  awake  from  his  nightmare  ,  but  no  amount  of  pleading  did  her  justice.  another  corner  and  she’s  trapped  ,  her  only  option  was  to  fight  back  and  that’s  when  she  reached  for  a  sharpened  knife  ,  plowing  the  blade  deep  into  his  chest.  she  tried  to  stop  the  bleeding  ,  to  call  an  ambulance  who  responded  as  a  category  one  emergency  but  there  was  no  saving  him  ,  he  died  in  her  arms  and  covered  linen  white  trousers  in  a  bloodbath  ,  a  puddle  seeping  underneath  her  that  greeted  her  brother  on  his  return  home  from  the  semester.  

to  this  day  ,  florence  has  never  forgiven  herself  or  forgotten  that  night.  often  woken  by  night  terrors  of  her  own  in  fear  the  event’s  repeated.  the  case  was  dropped  &  she  was  encouraged  to  change  her  name  when  settled  away.  no  one  would  know  the  story  of  what  happened  ,  gwyn  isaac  never  existed.  very  few  people  know  the  truth  ,  but  even  then  she’d  never  told  the  whole  story.  

resentment  grew  inside  grace  towards  florence  for  what  she  did  ,  accusing  her  of  ruining  their  family  and  bringing  nothing  but  horror  to  their  name.  to  this  day  ,  grace  never  told  anyone  that  florence  was  never  rowland’s  daughter.  she  was  a  second  product  of  an  affair.  instead  ,  florence  has  only  recently  discovered  this  herself  after  agreeing  to  do  a  dna  test  for  ‘  shits  and  giggles  ‘. 

she  became  a  principal  ballerina  after  her  studies  ,  flying  back  to  italy  to  attend  its’ dance  program  and  achieving  many  accolades.  she’s  danced  at  the  royal  albert  hall  in  london  ,  plus  the  infamous  sydney  opera  house.  however  ,  bad  luck  struck  again  for  her.  

when  she  turned  twenty  five  ,  she  started  having  her  own  ‘  funny  ‘  episodes.  nothing  like  rowland’s  ,  it  was  more  her  physical  health  that  took  a  decline.  passing  out  ,  unable  to  rouse  ,  eyes  rolling  to  the  back  of  her  head  were  all  serious  concerns  and  she  was  found  unconscious  one  night  in  her  own  home.  rushed  to  hospital  ,  it  was  there  she  got  diagnosed  with  type  one  diabetes.  

she  struggled  for  months  to  come  to  terms  with  it  ,  not  understanding  or  processing  how  it  took  so  long  to  become  known.  there  was  no  family  history  ,  no  previous  signs  that  indicated  to  such  a  life  -  limiting  condition.  self  -  injecting  became  her  next  fear  ,  afraid  audience  members  would  be  able  to  see  through  her  leotard  where  her  monitor  hid  was  enough  to  consider  an  early  retirement.  

after  seven  years  dedicating  her  life  to  ballet  ,  she  hung  up  her  slippers.  for  months  ,  she’d  spiralled  about  what  to  do  next.  she’d  built  a  name  for  herself  in  the  world  of  dance  ,  gathered  attention  on  social  media  for  her  performances  for  that  to  all  suddenly  end  in  the  trash.  to  top  it  off  ,  her  brother  was  taken  prisoner  of  war  and  entire  support  system  was  slashed  after  yet  another  argument  with  her  mom.  

a  love  for  music  genres  bounced  her  into  some  luck  ,  she  dipped  her  toes  into  creating.  landing  herself  two  huge  gigs  in  broadway  ,  then  signed  onto  a  contract  to  make  her  own  music  after  a  video  of  an  original  song  of  hers  ,  ‘  too  well  ‘  went  viral  on  social  media.  

but  bad  luck  was  never  too  far  away  and  caught  up  with  her  in  the  last  month  ,  falling  into  a  private  relationship  over  a  year  ago  was  fun  and  games  until  it  was  revealed  he  was  sleeping  with  one  of  her  closest  friends ( wanted connections ). to distract her , she's found a new love of acting and is continuing to audition while creating music. she's finally landed her first breakout role in tv which happens to be the role of caroline forbes in the vampire diaries reboot.

[darwinquark]

["You want to know what I think?" she murmured after a beat, and his brows drew in. "I think maybe the leader part comes naturally to you and the gang part doesn't." Her shoulders lifted in a quiet shrug. "And I think that says a lot about who you're going to be once you get out of this town and find something that's really worth leading."

His mouth couldn't help but tug up a bit. "You make it sound like I'm going to make some big name for myself outside of Riverdale."

"Well, aren't you?"

He eyed her for a long beat, a little struck by the words.

By the simple, pointblank belief in them.

By how instinctively her belief made the humble boundaries of his world crack open, flood with possibilities, like he wasn't just allowed to want more for himself, it was expected of him.

Owed.

The least he could do, rather than the most.]

just re-read chapter eight after that gifset you made and wanted to shoutout this bit because amidst all life-ruining angst and tension and chemistry you pack in you also manage to sneak in these tiny bits where we really get to see how good for each other they'd be. Like how big their ambitions are and how voracious their appetite for the world is and how poorly suited that makes them for Betty and Archie and their inevitable white picket fence life, you know? Like Veronica blowing up the self-conscious limits Jughead's set for himself with three words, because if she can see it in him, of course it's there? What kinda soulmate shit? And then ending the chapter with the whopper of:

"He merely sat in the driver's seat with his hands on the wheel, staring forward, blinking in the darkness like he'd just woken up.

Like he'd just woken up in the middle of falling in love with Veronica Lodge."

Ma'am. Prison. Truly forgot how good eight was. Going to start calling it chapter ate from now on.

CHAPTER ATE lmaoooo, dead.

what a friggin' amazing message, this just made my day! I've always loved the idea of Jughead and Veronica in general being these two starving intellects who don't quite fit into the quiet complacency of Riverdale, who only really blend when they shrink themselves down (which Veronica is obviously better at than Jughead), so I love that it seems like some of that is leaking through. I honestly don't even have anything to add because you put it in better words than I could!

[thistleandthorn-events]

Get your bags packed and get ready for an amazing summer getaway! Stonewall Prep will be presenting a summer vacation in ICELAND July 10th-17th. The trip is mandatory for students, staff, and other chaperones. Slaves may come along if a Dominant is willing to take full and complete responsibility for them at all times.

Accommodations:

We will be staying at The Blue Lagoon Retreat Hotel in the Lagoon suites. Each two-bedroom suite has a small, private Lagoon, kitchenette, living area with a pull out couch and a King Sized bed in each bedroom. Additional amenities on site: lagoons, pools, spa, yoga, workout areas, restaurants, bar, tours (bike and helicopter), and more!

(under the cut is still IC info unless otherwise mentioned)

Room Assignments:

Suite 1: -Hiram Lodge -FP Jones

Suite 2: -Sam Evans -Danny Andrews -Noah Andrews -Owen Evans -Kurt Hummel -Buck Wilde

Suite 3: -Madeline Beiste -Nate Mantle -Oliver Smythe -Dexter Wells-Beiste -Teddy Cohen-Chang -Ryan Rhodes

Suite 4: -Gunner Rose -Maverick Vander -Javier Fogarty -Beau Rose -Alejandro Rose -Joseph Berry

Suite 5: -Oz Chang -Sebastian Smythe -Michael Chang -Matt Fabray -Ross Berry -Sky Evans

Suite 6: -Kat Sullivan -JB Jones -Hunter Clarington -Daisy Blossom -Delilah Pierce

Suite 7: -Logan Lodge -Annabeth Blossom -Archer Clarington -Kyla Clarington -Austin Fabray Suite 8: -Ivan Carvahlo -Barbie Blossom -Betty Cooper -Veronica Lodge -Charlie Fabray Itinerary: Other than when mentioned, everyone will be at the resort. July 9th: leave for airport at night, over night flight to Iceland. July 10th: Resort Day. July 11th: Volcano tours in the morning. Northern Lights tour in the evening. July 12th: Waterfall tour in the morning. July 13th: Resort Day. July 14th: Shopping day in town, night life at night (bars, clubs, etc). July 15th: Snorkeling in the afternoon. July 16th: Resort Day. July 17th: Return to Ohio

Rules:

No one is allowed to go off resort unless on an excursion

Everyone must be in their assigned rooms between the hours of 10pm - 6am.

While on excursions, everyone much be in a pair (at minimum. more per group is fine).

Points:

Points can be earned on this trip! While you're experiencing everything - take notes and pictures and develop a mood board or a collage (at least 6 pictures must be included) along with a description of each experience. Up to 100 points available, shorter (like one line) descriptions will earn less points.

OOC:

Same as always, if there are ANY plots which deviate from this itinerary, involve a lot of people, or are trigger warnings, you MUST run it by admins first. Please understand room pairings are for drama and fun, but also to try to mix people up so we're not so bubbly. TW things that need to be trigger warned, check our TW page if you're not sure. Any questions, let us know!

[wearelondonhq]

mw from members?

i asked our lovely members and these came up for you! jughead jones, jellybean jones (riverdale), hazel (watership down), eric green, emily sullivan, robert hawkins (jericho), gray, craig, sarah (parish), rhaena targaryen (hotd), joe goldeberg, peach salinger (you), the rest of the loser’s club, audra denbrough (it), dulcinea del to pack, jesse evans (billy the kid), anyone from the batfam (dc), chris redfield, leon kennedy, mia winters, rosemary winters (resident evil), maude ivory, barb azure, crassus snow (tbosas), finnick odair, annie cresta, haymitch abernathy, effie trinket (thg), lady raven, riley and logan abbott (trap), kassie, danny, bridget bixler, mia allen (evil dead rise), ciara field, ant, louise, ben and agnes dalton (speak no evil), mateo (saw), evelyn evernever, betty cooper, hal cooper, hermione lodge, veronica lodge (riverdale), joe, max baker (ginny&georgia), ethan landry, dean carpenter (scream), more from the boys, more from stranger things & also legend of zelda.

[camistuffs]

like or reblog if u save, please. @petschrare on twitter.

[twi-packss]

CAMILA MENDES TWITTER PACK

like/reblog if u save <3

credits to @itslarrylandia x

requests here x

[stefansalvatored]

Gif Pack: Camila Mendes

By clicking the gif page in the source link below, you will find 646 textless gifs of Camila Mendes as Veronica Lodge in Riverdale (Season 6ep16-22). All of these gifs were made by me for roleplay use. Please like or reblog if you found these gifs helpful!

Trigger/Content Warning: drinking/alcohol, kissing, guns Please: Do not repost or redistribute, claim as your own, or repost in a gif hunt. Thanks and enjoy!

[jetaimedit]

𖥓 𝓝𝗲𝘄 𝓟𐐫̱𝘀𝘁 🛋️🐚 𑄹 ۟𓍊𓋼新着𐋄 𓈒 ꔛ ˙ ˖ ִֶָ ⩇ : ⩇ 𝗌un ഒ ﾉ. でじ✿¿ 𝟕𝟕𝟕 🕊🧺 ⊹⠀ 福福: ꩜ .⋆｡ #♥︎ ✹ ˒ ! !

[jellycolors]

𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘴𝘥

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞/𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭

[darwinquark]

(1/2) ok so i’ve read tkof like five times now & i just wanna say,,,, you madam are a true gift honestly like the characterization of each character is on point & not just jeronica but like even reggie and barchie!! the banters between characters are v v well executed

not to mention your prose, the sentence structures??? holy i adore how you switch between hard hitting one liners (“it’s like waking up in the middle of falling in love with veronica lodge” excuse you???? or “i can’t come back from you” like maAM WHO HURT U) to long, verbal tangents that go from 0 to 100 real quick (jughead going off on toni about how veronica is much more than her looks??? like get outta here!!!) it makes the whole rollercoaster reading ride that much more exciting!!

(2/2) also the little details aka imagery and metaphors in between their actual thoughts?? you write so freaking well that i can literally see the fic play in my head as i read & i can actually hear these people say the words you wrote (again on point characterization!!!) anyways i just wanna say i consider you a jeronica treasure and anyone contesting that will just have to talk to a wall

LISTEN, the way these asks just made my day? I'm??? I don't even know where to start! actually, yeah I do - the fact that you've read this moody 110k mess multiple times is legit incredible and I appreciate it so much. Fanfic is so weird because you're really just out here writing this random thing no one asked for and posting it into the void, but realizing people are actually out there coming back to it and thinking about it outside of you? never not wild. my heart.

re: characterizations, for the longest time I thought people were lying to me about getting their characters right because I feel like they're galaxies apart from the gifs I see of canon, but I've come to realize it's more about getting their potential right, I think? Like what they could've been based on their earlier seasons/introductions? Maybe? lololol in any case, I'm so glad they ring true to you! I can't really speak for canon-compliance, but I try to stay true to my own canon at least.

I'm dying at the fact that you brought up sentence structure because I actually feel like I'm sort of stupidly aware of this when I write, like I prioritize rhythm over content sometimes, and I've been wondering whether my actual writing suffers because of it so hearing that it's packing a punch for you and actually having an effect is super validating! It's funny how everyone has different things driving their writing style, and one of mine is DEF the rhythm the words read back with (which is usually why editing takes me so long 'cause I have to blank out and read it over like it's the first time).

ANYWAY, you didn't ask for this dissertation on how I write so I'll shut up, but thank you so, so much for taking the time out to send me this! Brightened up this shockingly stormy California day. <3

[harleystuff]

Camila Mendes Gif Pack

[LINK] In this gif pack you will find 360 gifs (275*167) of Camila Mendes as Veronica Lodge in ‘Riverdale S05 Ep01 to 05’.  I made these gifs from scratch, so please don’t claim them as your own and do not repost them in gif hunts (instead link back to this page).

You may crop/use them in crackships & stuff, but please don’t forget the credit ! (& since I’m kinda curious, I’d very much like to see :p)

Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

Content warning : food & drinks