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     Tension and testosterone were high when Charlie came upon the scene unfolding in front of her boyfriend’s locker. It wasn’t entirely uncommon in the narrow halls of Riverdale High to find a band of blue and gold clad jocks making someone’s life a living hell, but it was different when the face-off was occurring between two very essential men in Charlie’s life. It would’ve been cliche if it wasn’t so serious, the boyfriend and the best friend not getting along but a girl’s best friend was rarely the older All-Star athlete and Captain of the football team. As with most situations, she hadn’t thought twice about inserting herself in the middle of things, quite literally and physically putting herself between Jamie and Diego in order to diffuse the situation but Charlie Jones has never been known to back down from a fight, regardless of her opponent.  She wasn’t afraid to emasculate Diego in front of everyone and she was pretty sure that was a large part of why he finally backed down, even with nostrils flared and pure daggers thrown in both her and Jamie’s direction. Even as he retreated down the hallway with his posse in tow, the look he shot over his shoulder in her direction was met with a cold warning glare of her own that made it clear they both meant business. Her attempt at humor was ill-timed, but it was the best she could muster in hopes of fighting off Jamie’s soured mood. As with most things, he took it quickly in stride and her smile matched the ease of his as she finally let out the breath she’d been holding in.  “If this is my rebellious phase?” She countered with a quirked brow in question. “If anyone in my life actually liked you, what would be the fun in dating you at all?” She feigned a look of indignation as she slipped her arms around his neck, perfectly ignorant of the onlookers still watching the pair even with the disappointment in lack of entertainment in the form of a fight. “My whole life is a rebellious phase.” 

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16 ⊱ starter based off of a dream i’ve had / Jamie @shemotley

pick a number starters \ @shemotley

     There was always something comforting about the isolation of being on a train. Maybe it was the rhythm of track itself as the car passed over railroad ties or the quiet of the vacant cabin with only the last remaining commuters for the final stop on the route this late at night. It was peaceful, darkness enveloping around them while the train itself remained dimly lit, warmer than the raging winter storm outside. Some passengers had fallen asleep, one man in a business suit with his hat tipped over his eyes to block out the light sat only a few rows diagonally from Charlie. The seats were never comfortable enough for her to sleep, but today they felt different. A familiar comfort like the feeling of a hug from an old friend. She knew this trip like the back of her hand, the several hours long journey from her hometown to the new city she called home. Riverdale represented her past, it was her everything about her childhood and upbringing and while it was nice to visit, Boston had always been her future. She’d set her sights on the city even as young as seven and it was a city that had stolen her heart long before she met the boy who followed her there without question.Charlie counted off the snowflakes pelting against the window, the speed of the train a trick of the eye as the trees further away appeared to move slowly past. Her thoughts wandered away from her as the scenery rolled past like film on a screen but she was content with the errant stream of consciousness, eyes glancing to the leather bound journal seated in her lap. These thoughts were for her private enjoyment, none that needed to be committed into ink and interspersed with reminders and to-do lists she needed to attend to once back home to their apartment. Her mind worked like shifting gears, mechanized and efficient but only when it wasn’t over fueled and overloaded with too much to mull over at any one time.She tightened the top buttons on her jacket, feeling the coziness of the knit scarf wrapped several times around her neck and she smiled to herself knowing it had been crafted out of love with her in mind, a piece of home to shield her from the terrors of the unforgiving big city. The train began to slow, lights flickering to life overhead and Charlie looked around in surprise, not having realized they’d arrived at their destination so soon. Wind swirled the snow around the concrete platform like a puff of smoke straight from an old Hollywood movie but as it parted and settled, Charlie saw him standing there sheathed in his wool winter coat but eyes just as bright as he scanned the crowd in search of blonde curls.She was already grinning ear to ear, impatient in line as each passenger descended the stairs carefully to keep from slipping but as soon as the soles of her boots hit the ground she was running in his direction in hopes of catching his attention with enough time to catch her as she flung herself into his arms with an audible delighted squeal. “You came! I figured it was so late you’d already gone to bed by the time I got back!”    

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“You’re starting to ramble, you need rest.”

extremely exhausted starters \ @shemotley

     His words didn’t reach her immediately, the haze of exhaustion dulling all of her senses and it took her a moment longer to process even after she heard them. Charlie was sprawled across her bed, strewn with various open textbooks and alarmingly cluttered notebooks covered in black inked scrawl that had started to resemble hieroglyphics rather than actual words hours ago. She’d nearly dozed off several times, eyelids too heavy to remain focused and even with her head propped up by one elbow she’d nodded off right onto the page of her history book with the glossy page sticking to her cheek as she jolted herself back awake. “I’m not even tired, I just need more coffee…” She mumbled, words barely indiscernible from each other that would’ve been incomprehensible to anyone that wasn’t already as well-versed in sleepy Charlie speak as Jamie was. Tired red eyes looked longingly to the abandoned mug on her nightstand, poetically placed next to his but taunting her just the same. The diluted liquid had gone cold, not that she’d had much of a taste for it to begin with but her younger sister’s lament for a calming tea had quickly been shot down in place of the compromise cup of caffeine. Half regular, half decaf under her mother’s watchful eye as she was on a strict regimen of consuming no more than 200 milligrams of caffeine a day per doctor’s orders. Charlie had pleaded and argued her case that desperate times called for desperate measures but was only able to get her way by budging several inches in her obstinance. Midterms didn’t cease to exist for teen pregnancies after all. “Keep reading, the Axis Powers in the War of 1812..” She grumbled, pushing the textbook out from under her face as she made herself more comfortable by laying down with her head on the pillow of her crooked elbow. “I’m just going to close my eyes for five minutes but I’ll be listening the whole time.” She barely managed to get the words out before stifling a yawn, fingers adeptly pulling down the sleeves of her oversized sweatshirt more comfortable over her hands and her left hand instinctively covering her growing and now visible baby bump.

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shemotley said: ❛ I’m sure I can handle whatever it is. ❜ - from your choice? ♡ i forget which meme this was oops ♡

          ❛   i   wouldn’t   doubt   that,   but   can   you   handle   the   decibels   ?   ❜   lydia’s   otherworldly   S C R E A M    was   more   dangerous   to   the   ones   who   didn’t   shift   than   any   other   supernatural   species,   its   amplification   FATAL   if   uncontrolled   without   the   ability   to   self   heal   &   it   wasn’t   a   chance   lydia   was   keen   on   taking.   the   worst   she   could   do   at   a   considerable   distance   was   make   diana’s   ears   bleed,   and   she’d   still   feel   guilty   ---   but   there   was   also   the   precarious   feeling   of   time   running   out.   shifting   nervously   in   her   heels   &   toying   with   a   bracelet,   the   banshee   pressed   her   lips   together.    ❛   okay,   i’ll   give    it   a   try.   but   you   might   want   to   stand   back   if   you’re   hoping   to   preserve   your   sense   of   hearing,   ❜    she   hinted   with   an   emphatic   glassiness   to   cypress   hues,   knowing   her   help   was   needed.   if   BANSHEES   could   shatter   windows,   lydia   doesn’t   want   to   think   about   what   could   happen   if   someone   were   too   close.