#plus we know riverdale doesn’t really take place in ‘our’ world due to like

[svrpvnt]

new riverdale theory: world war 1 never ended in the rcu (riverdale cinematic universe) and that’s why archie is in such an old uniform and fighting on a football field. that’s also why riverdale is Like That.

[like-romeoandjuliet-love]

bughead + sunshine ((if you're still looking for prompts

Thank you for this! This was such a nice prompt! Hope you like it!

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When Jughead was younger, he liked the way the sun shined through the trailer window in the early hours of the day, in the bedroom. He liked the lazy haze of a Saturday morning in bed before having to face whatever storm awaited him outside the door. Wether it was his dad, passed out on the couch or when he was younger, his parents fighting, his sister crying. But the peace of those minutes was enough. The minutes before the beginning of a new day. When he could actually stop. It wasn’t nighttime where his sister had nightmares or when his dad could stumble into the trailer, wasted.

Jughead liked mornings. Those moments alone were enough.

It became something else when he spends them with her. The first time she sleeps over and he wakes to her breath on his neck, he revels in the sunlight that slips through the blinds and the warmth of her skin on his.

The sunlight hitting a streak of her blonde hair. When she wakes, lighting up her green eyes that seem to have encapsulated his soul. He loves the sun, because it warms his heart just as much as she does.

“Morning.” She mumbles. “You’re staring.” She grins.

“I can’t help it. My girlfriend is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in my life.”

She laughs softly as one does on quiet mornings, easy and free, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. “Cheeseball.” And then she cuddles back against him, sighing softly. “I like waking up to you.” She confesses.

They’re teenagers, he knows, but in the back of his mind he thinks he wants to wake up to her every day for the rest of his life.

•

For however much he loves mornings, he discovers that with her, he falls in love with sunsets. It’s the first time they go on a trip to somewhere with a beach. They’d pooled their money together and on the last summer before college, when High School is over, before inevitably they’d be separated by distance, they go away together.

And he loves sunsets.

He loves to sit by her side, when the sun starts going down and she’s happy. Sun kissed, green eyes popping out, in silence with him. He savors every moment because he knows that in a few months there will be less of this and more of FaceTime calls and exams and he’ll probably go a little crazy without her anchoring him down.

At least, when he sees a sunset, he’ll think of her.

“I’m gonna miss you.” She murmurs, eyes focused ahead at the orange sky.

“Betts...” He breathes out.

“I know we agreed not to say anything but I...I love you and I’m going to miss you. We can leave it at that.” He places his fingers on her chin so he can turn her head to face him.

“I love you more than anything in the world. We’re going to get through this. Together, okay? Partners in life, remember?” His voice is gentle, the waves hit the shore and he knows she loves him just as much as he loves her. She nods, despite the tears and he places a sweet kiss to her lips. “I actually have something for you. I was planning on giving it to you at the end of the trip but I think how’s the time.” He reaches for his backpack, she watches him curiously as a nervous bout curses through him. When he turns to face her again, there’s a crown shaped ring in his hand. “This is a promise ring. I bought when I went to Stonewall.”

“Oh, Jug.” She gasps softly.

“I want you to wear it and whenever you miss me, I want you to look at it. A little piece of me to carry with you. A promise that no matter what, I’ll always come back to you.” He takes her hand and places the ring on her ring finger. “It’s not too pretentious that it’s a crown, right?” He laughs softly.

She shakes her head. “No. It’s not. It’s you, Juggie.” She smiles, hand caressing his cheek. “It’s perfect. This is perfect.” Leaning closer, she places her lips on his in a slow kiss. “Hey, how about we go back to our room?”

He can only grin, as they quickly pack their things up.

•

The weather is looking a bit like his mood. It’s cold, windy and dark and he wants spring to come so he can feel a little lighter at least.

He likes college enough. He writes most of the time and he’s gotten better and the seminars are interesting. He meets people who are actually interested in the same things he is and he has interesting conversations. But the best part of his day is getting to his dorm room so he can talk to her.

It’s hard. Long distance is hard. Trying to find the time to talk to her when they live in different time zones is insane. And sometimes he’s cranky or she’s cranky and they have stupid fights. Sometimes she doesn’t answer texts and sometimes he can’t take her call. And it sucks. He wishes he could put it more eloquently but it just sucks. It’s been two years of this and although he takes every moment he can get to be with her, it still breaks his heart every time they have to go. Only one year more and they can figure out what to do. The decision had been basically made. They’d have to be together again because he wasn’t sure how much longer he could take being apart from her for most of the year.

“Jug?”

Her voice is small on the other side of the line. But he notices the slight waver in it. His heart clenches.

“Hi, Betts.” He murmurs, leaning back against the headboard of his bed.

“Juggie, I’m so sorry.”

His heart drops. “What happened?”

“I can’t come down next weekend.” She’s crying, he can tell. It makes everything worse. “I have work. My boss just put me on the weekend shifts when I asked him not to and I’ve got an assignment due that Monday-“

“It’s our anniversary, Betty.” He really doesn’t mean to make her feel even worse but he’s feeling like absolute crap.

“I know. I know that.” She sobs through the phone. “Shit, Jug. You have no idea how terrible I feel but I...”

He sighs. “It’s okay.” He mumbles. “It’s okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

When he looks towards the window, there’s a storm outside.

•

Their first apartment in New York City has nice light. It’s the first thing that actually makes them want to buy it. The light. When they check out other places, Betty always says that there aren’t enough windows. The apartment they buy with Jughead’s advance from his book has.

He goes back to having mornings with her and the notion that it’s their home makes it all even sweeter. It wasn’t as though this was the first time they lived together, they’d pretty much lived together most of their senior year but this is theirs, not their parents. On weekends, there’s no obligation for breakfast at ten, like Alice preferred. On weekends, they laze around until they decide they’re hungry for food and not each other. Sometimes that only happens at lunch. And Jughead loves everything about it.

On a spring morning, after a year of living in their apartment, he gets the new ring out of his sock drawer and makes her breakfast while she sleeps, his heart beating a little too hard in his chest.

“Hey, you.” Her voice awakens him from practicing his speech in her head, admiring the ring he’s holding between his fingers. He gets startled and drops the ring in the sink.

“No! Shit! No, no!” He watches it goes down the drain, burning through what he believes is every curse in the book. “Oh my god!”

“What happened?” She questions, worried, running into the kitchen as he stares down the sink.

“The- oh fuck! Oh my god!”

“Juggie, Jug, what’s going on?” She takes his face in her hands. “Jug!”

He feels defeated. Why the hell would he hold an engagement ring above a sink? Of course this would happen to him when he’s trying to propose to the girl he loves. Of course.

“Fuck me, Betts!” He groans.

“What? You’re scaring me?”

“The ring.”

Her brows furrow. “The what?”

Well fuck it, now you’ve said it. “Betty, I...this is so wrong. I wanted to do this right, I swear, okay? But you scared me and I dropped it and now it’s all wrong.” He sighs.

“Dropped what?” She questions.

“The ring.” He breathes out, finally looking into her eyes. “I was proposing and I dropped the ring in the sink.” He confesses.

Her widen widen for a second and then she smiles. “You’re not proposing anymore?”

“Well, I don’t exactly have a ring.” He sighs.

“Do you see me concerned?” She grins and then she slips the silver crown ring out of her finger where it had been for four years and hands it to him. “Do it.”

He laughs. Of course.

Betty Cooper.

The sunlight in the kitchen looks nice when she says yes.

But when they get married, the next year, he’ll say the sunlight looks magical as he kisses his wife for the first time. The pictures match his description.

•

Their daughter likes the winter and hates summer. The heat makes her get cranky and her eyes squint in the sunlight and she’s not really up for beach trips, getting bored easily. She likes the winter because that’s when Santa comes and her birthday. It’s when she gets to go outside in the snow, building snowmen with her cousins in Riverdale, where they usually spend the holidays.

Either way, despite his obvious preference for sunny days, he can agree that his daughter makes even the rainiest days feel like springtime.

It’s a cold day outside, the three of them plus the dog are cuddled up on the couch watching a Disney movie. Mia has a tendency to comment on every single thing she finds interesting, offering commentary Jughead wouldn’t change for the world.

Betty’s cuddled up on one side, Mia’s on the other and he’s sandwiched between the two loves of his life without a care in the world. When Mia’s commentary starts dying out and her body feels heavier, he can tells she’s fallen asleep.

“She’s out.” Betty murmurs, a hand on her daughter’s back. “She never gets to the end of this movie.” She chuckles.

“She takes after you. Power naps are her thing.” Jughead jokes. “Hey, it’s snowing.”

Betty turns to look towards the window and smiles. “Mia’s right. Winter is nice.”

He’ll still stick to his guns on that front. He likes both their eyes better in the sunlight. At least, their second daughter is born in the spring and she agrees with him.

[sickofyourfandombullshit]

Heathers 2018

So when I saw @princess-has-a-pen​ post about the new Heathers remake I had to look it up for two reasons:

1. I’m a huge fan of the Movie and Musical and 2. I had to see the fucking horror show that Spike TV was no doubt going to turn it into.

Now Princess asked in their tags the exact same thing I asked myself when I saw the post:

“Why?”

Well friends, strap yourselves in cuz I’m about to take you for a fucking ride.

Why remake Heathers? A movie that has solidified itself as a cult classic for it’s gritty, fucked up story and characters that took pretty much every kid who went to high school in the 80′s (or any time really) life and amped it up to 11?

Cuz the original Heathers is full of 'problematic' things and they can now remake it to be more 'progressive' while snagging a new audiance of younglings who know about Heathers because of the musical.

Now my friends, as I stated before, I love both the movie and the Musical, but as a mature, rational fan over the age of 30, I can look at something I love and point out it’s flaws and believe me, when it comes to the source material, Heathers the Musical is stuffed full of flaws and that creates some problems.

I am pretty sure all the Tumblrinas who idolize ‘Heathers’ have only seen the musical because honestly, the ‘date’ scene where Heather McNamara gets raped in the background would be enough to make them REEEEEE all the way to the fucking bank.

Like legit, she is literally struggling under her date (and not in a fun way) to make him stop and Veronica just fucking leaves her there. We don’t see her get away or anything, so you can only assume that that whole thing didn’t end well, especially given how miserable McNamara is in the movie to begin with.

The Muscial made light of a lot of the grim parts the movie worked to highlight, specifically bullying and suicide and the dangers of giving into pressure and just  being a fucking terrible human being. Not to mention it twisted things in a way that actually reinforced some harmful tropes. Specifically with the two main characters JD and Heather.

JD in the movie is a completely sociopath who physically and mentally abuses Veronica for almost the entire thing and in the Musical they gave him the stereotypical ‘troubled boy who wanted to make the world better but it just got out of hand’ treatment. Like “Oh yeah, he murders three people and tries to blow up a school but his dad’s a jerk and his mommy committed suicide so you can’t blame him! Deep down he’s just a tortured soul who really loves Veronica!”. Spoilers! He doesn’t love Veronica, at least not in any way that should be even entertained as any sort of ‘love’. He and Veronica’s relationship coupled with his ‘sacrifice’ at the end of the play made me cringe extra hard because it felt like it was romanticizing abusive relationships and in all honesty it was. A specific scene from the Musical where I thought they were actually going to address the toxicity of their ‘relationship’ (at the end of the ‘Our Love is God’ musical number where Veronica seems to have a mental break down as she screams ‘Our Love is God’ over and over again as if to drown out the fact that she just assisted in the murder of two people), was brushed under the rug the next scene and seemingly forgotten about till something ELSE big happens and then it’s fucking Ground Hogs Day apparently.

Veronica in the movie joined the Heathers before the movie even began because she wanted to be popular and due to her skill in forgery is pretty much made their pet project. She’s not as much of a cunt as Chandler or Duke but she's still pretty fucking bad. She kills Kurt herself, blows off her actual best friend in exchange for shallow popularity, laughs over Heather Chandler dying and only turns on JD when the suicide note she writes for Heather Chandler backfires and causes people to glorify Chandler as a saint. This as well leads her to realize that it’s pointless to kill people because someone else just takes their place as “The Mythic Bitch” ala Heather Duke’s transformation (also because JD straight up slaps her in the face for trying to back out on him). She only ever does anything semi sweet at the VERY end after JD gets blown up. In the Musical she is portrayed as a sweet innocent little buttercup who is super besties with Martha and sticks up for the little guy and never meant to hurt anyone and was just dragged into everything bad by bad people. She feels constantly guilty for it and seems unable to make any actual choices herself outside of breaking into JD’s house to fuck him. She’s totally innocent guys. Totes.

And before you say “C’moooon it’s a fuckin’ Muscial!” you need to go watch you some Dear Evan Hansen or Les Miserables because those two Musicals are heavy as fuck and had no problem in showing how fucked up serious shit like war and suicide was through flawed characters.

Now with this new series coming out it seems destined to fail. It has only been releasing Instagram videos to promote the show and already it’s hitting all the same old PC points while being SO EDGY at the same time. It’s Riverdale all fucking over again.

“The terrible trio is more like a set of outcasts who have taken over Westerberg High School.” -EW article

Like really? Fuckin’ really? The Heathers were all popular girls due to their wealth (McNamara), beauty (Duke) and over all exuding of confidence and attitude backed up by all of the previously stated assets (Chandler). They weren’t a bunch of outcasts. They took pride in how they looked and how people saw them. I don’t understand this fucking need to make every kid nowadays an ‘outcast’ in an effort to make them ‘relatable’. They did it to every kid in the Power Rangers remake and MJ in Spider-Man: Homecoming and it’s starting to  get fucking annoying. Oh well, gotta get them kids with all that EDGE!

So let’s look at the ‘Heathers’ (I can’t bring myself to not put that in quotation marks when talking about these piles of hot garbage):

Heather Chandler is a plus-sized, Skrillex haired edge lord who looks like every Tumblr Feminist/Suicide Girls reject and literally gives off no aura of power or fear at all. She just comes off as some fat bitch who found the HAAS RadFem movement on Twitter and used it to fill herself with enough undeserved self importance to justify being a cunt to everyone. Yes, where the original Heather Chandler got her power and reputation through sheer intimidation and personality, this Heather Chandler looks like the type of girl who will physically assault you in the bathroom and threaten to sit on you till you die.

Gee golly, I see Heather Duke is a sassy gay male now (and a white one at that). Wow, it’s not like that hasn’t been done a billion fucking times. Funny that he’s a white dude whose character in the movie and play turns out to capitalize on Heather Chandler’s death to raise their own status to the ‘queen bitch’ of the school. That’ll do GREAT for gay stereotypes I’m sure.

Aaaaand Heather McNamara, our possibly Asian possibly Latinx butprobably just party bag of mixed race token character who is the literal punching bag of the group. At least that seems to have not changed but I am sure it’ll help add shallow sympathy since now it’s not a bunch of white kids beating up on a little white girl, it’s a bunch of white kids beating up on a little minority girl. Goodie goodie.

The rest:

JD literally gets nothing to show from his video except one speaking line where he is telling Veronica that she’s “Not like Heather Chandler” she’s “better” while quick cutting a bunch of random shots from the show that mostly seem pointless and just confusing with one flash of him apparently running the flat of a knife on his palm behind his back? So we get nothing from our poor, tortured sociopath. I can just hear the producers of this show now: “We can’t show him being too soft or the old fans might not watch it and can’t show him being a psychotic asshole or the Musical fans won’t watch it, so make it just as cluster fucking and confusing as possible so no one will ask questions and just be drawn in with all the cheap visual click bait!”

For Veronica we again get nothing. One line of “Dear Diary, I hate my friends but that doesn’t mean I want them DEAD!” followed by more random cuts of shots from the show, many of bloody scenes and hints of violence but a lot more of just weird confusing scenes that make no sense. It’s kind of funny for the sheer reason that they seem to be banking on people just already knowing who these characters are ala the original movie but at the same time are trying to pull in new audience members with all the vague quick cutting which they seem to have mistaken for ‘mystery’.

And last  but not least, we have Betty Finn. What’s that? “Who if Betty Finn?” all you fans of the Musical ask? Well you wouldn’t know who Betty is unless you watched the MOVIE cuz Betty is who Martha Dump Truck replaced in the Musical because Betty wasn’t fucking sad sacky enough and they didn’t want to clutter the script with such a minor character. Betty was smart and an actual good person, the only good person in the movie honestly, who was Veronica’s friend since they were in diapers. She didn’t have a huge part in the movie outside of providing some blackmail material for JD to use against Heather Duke and trying to get Veronica to stop being such a moron (which failed). Now she’s appears to be the stereotypical side character that will be prominent in the show, probably as a comic relief character or plot device to be used against Veronica at some point.

Now, there is a huge question you have to ask:

Where is Martha? Will Martha even be in the series? Alright, it’s two questions but you get the point.

I have two guesses;

1. Possibly

but more than likely

2. No. Absolutely not.

Why do you ask? Because Martha’s character served as a plot device in both the Movie and the Musical to show how awful the Heathers really were and how their bullying was actually dangerous. Martha was a fat, slow, ugly dump of a girl. Problem is, you can’t make fun of that anymore. It’s not ‘progressive’ to make fun of people with those flaws. As well it wouldn’t make sense, Heather Chandler is fat in this remake. Unless they’re going to go full retard with some kind of ‘internalized fatphobia’ shit it wouldn’t make sense to make fun of Martha for that. Heather McNamara is the stereotypical ditzy airhead which doesn’t seem to have changed in this remake so to make fun of someone being ‘slow’ while laughing at an Air-Head-of-Color would just be super duper mean!

If they DO put Martha in, she will either have to still be dumpy, slow and fat and end up being the most popular character in the end for ‘not giving into societies beauty standards’ or some shit, OR she will have to actually flat out die from her suicide attempt to push the EDGE and drive plot.

Either way this whole thing is going to be a train wreck that will either take off at the idiotic rate in which Teen Wolf and Riverdale did or be an utter failure.

I seriously hope for the latter. Sorry this is so long and there are probably some spelling and grammar errors. It’s literally 2:30 in the morning and the Monster I drank is starting to ware off so I’m running on fumes.

[marvel-spidey]

Movie Date - Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: You and Juggy go to a movie date at the drive-in on a cold, foggy night Warnings: extreme fluff ♥

Word Count: 1,364

A/N: hey guys, this is my first riverdale related imagine but i’m obsessed with the show and Jughead so I just had to write something. Today where I live is super cloudy and misty and that’s what gave me the inspiration to write this, bc it reminds so much of the show and jug’s character. Enjoy.

It’s freezing out at the drive-in and as soon as you get there you think that you should have worn a thicker jacket. The wind blows the hair out of your face and you wrap your arms around yourself trying to shield your body from the cold. Looking around, you’re surprised to see that the usually crowded field it’s almost empty. Who would want to stay outside for 2 hours freezing out in such a cold night as this one, right? Only two weirdos like you and Jug. But to be honest, you prefer it this way.

 It doesn’t take long for you to spot the familiar black beanie and a tall figure  sitting on a chair with a bunch of blankets and snacks. A smile automatically  appears on your face while you walk until where he is.

“BOO!” you scream, jumping from behind the chairs and trying to scare him.  “Ha-ha”, Jug mocks you, clearly unimpressed. “Did you really think I would get  scared that easily?” he asks, smirking.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, silly me.” You answer, smiling and playfully rolling your  eyes.

“Come here, sit. It’s freezing and the movie is about to start” Jug says, lifting  one side of the fuzzy grey blanket and patting the spot beside him.

“Oh, and what are we watching today?” You ask, curious about what he had  chosen for tonight. You loved his taste in weird and old movies and were  always surprised by the films he liked to watch.

“The Shining”, he says, lifting one eyebrow and doing a funny, dramatic voice.

“Oh my god Jug, are you kidding me? You know how much I hate horror  movies!”

“I know, but c’mon (Y/N), look at this weather. It’s freezing, it’s chilly, it’s misty,” he says, lifting his hands in the air and pointing to the sky,” I’m sorry, but this night demands a horror movie.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll watch it” you give in and sigh, realizing you have no choice. “But why do you have to be such an emo?” you purposefully mock him,  knowing how much he hated when people called him emo.

“Oh no. You did not just call me that!” He complains, turning his head to look straight at you, a surprised smile on his lips.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I’m just messing with you” you reply, chuckling “let’s just watch the movie already so we don’t stay here until too late.” You finish your sentence and kiss him on the cheek, wrapping your arms around his neck. That way you knew he wouldn’t say no.

“Yeah, let’s watch it. Even though you don’t like horror movies I think you’ll like this one. Jack Nicholson’s performance is phenomenal, one of the best until this day, in my opinion. The way he conveys his madness throughout the film is what makes it such a classic.”

“Look at you, geeking out again for these old movies” you say, looking at him with pure adoration in your eyes and stroking the black hair in the back of his neck. You love how nerdy he was when it comes to movies and books and you love it even more when he talks about it.

He was looking especially handsome tonight. His green eyes were sparkling and his cheeks were rosy due to the low temperature. Pieces of his dark hair were sticking out of his beanie everywhere, making him look even more adorable. You feel his warm hands on top of your cold ones.

“How can you not geek out when you’re about to watch The Shining? It’s one of my favorites” Jug answers, while the opening title appears on the giant screen.  

“Yeah, you got me, I’m curious now. I just hope it isn’t too scary”

“It isn’t, I promise.”

During the first hour of the movie you two just silently watch, surrounded by blankets. Legs are tangled in each other, Juggy’s arm is around your waist and your head is on his chest, the both of you struggling to keep as warm as possible.  Every now and then you would just look up to see the complete concentration on his face.

Suddenly, his voice breaks the silence “are you enjoying it?”

“Yeah, I thought I wouldn’t like it but the story is actually pretty interesting”

“I don’t mean the movie” he says with a serious look on his face, looking sad almost. 

“What? What are you talking about?” you ask confused, while sitting up so you could look directly at him.

“Are you enjoying this?” he questions, moving his hands between you and him “I mean, are you enjoying… us?”

He quickly looks down, a wave of insecurity getting the best of him.

“Juggy… why are you even asking me this?”

“I don’t know, I just… I just realized it’s almost midnight and you’re out here freezing your ass out, watching a movie you probably won’t even like”, he answers, a sad smile appearing on his lips, “and it’s all for me. I just need to make sure you’re enjoying it as much as I am”

“Oh my God, you’re adorable, you know that?” you reply, laughing and putting your hands on both sides of his face. “Of course I’m enjoying it. Are you kidding me? You’re the best boyfriend I could ever ask for, you’re my best friend. And a boy that brings me on a date like this, c’mon! We’re binging junk food, snuggled up in 5 different blankets, with this whole place practically just for the two of us. And the best part is that I get to be with you. To be close to you. I wouldn’t trade you or this moment for anything, okay?

You immediately bring his face closer to yours and press your chapped lips against his pink ones, mouths moving perfectly in sync with each other. You needed him to know how much you mean every word you just said.

"I wouldn’t trade this for anything either, (Y/N).” Jughead says, sighing and moving a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Hmmm, not even if I offered you a hot chocolate right now? Your hands are colder than Cheryl Blossom’s heart.”

“Oh wow, my hands are really freezing then” he replies, an adorable laugh coming out of his lips. “But no, I wouldn’t trade you even if you offered me a big, delicious, creamy hot chocolate with a bunch of marshmallows on top. That statement right there is a big step on our relationship coming from me, I hope you know that.”

“My god, I didn’t know I was that important. Now you convinced me” you joke back and kiss him again, this time harder than the last, you just couldn’t contain yourself when you were near him.

These were the moments you cherished the most, the ones where it was just the two of you joking around, kissing, enjoying each other’s companies without a care in the world.

“Well, now that we have already lost important parts of the movie while being a disgustingly cute couple, can I take you home now? It’s getting colder even for me and I think it’s going to rain soon. Plus, I really want a hot chocolate now” Jug says smiling with a pleading look on his eyes.

“Yeah, let’s go. We can finish the movie at my place. And I’ll make you a big, delicious, creamy hot chocolate with marshmallows on top, how about that?” you ask smirking, remembering what he had said to you just minutes ago.

“Sounds good to me”, he replies, kissing the back of your hand and looking into your eyes, a playful smile on his lips, “it sounds really good to me.“

If you liked this one, my requests are open