#socialpariah

[ladymacabrebeth]

We all die selling our souls. We spend most of our life trying to please others and hoping to get accepted by becoming a prisoner and enslaving ourselves to people's opinions. We submit ourselves to different things; friends, schools, employment, acceptance of society, social media, and more. We settle to be like sheep because we want to belong and are afraid of becoming pariahs. And the more we try to fit into the norms, the more we lose our souls and genuine self. Therefore, we all die a whore fucked over and over by conformity.

Lady Macabre Beth

[jrnalst]

     UP  IN  FLAMES  ,  A  FIERY  GLOW  SHE  REMEMBERS  FILLING  HER  SIGHT  ,  STAINED  AND  REMAINING  . when she recalled the event, the burning of the trailer he grew up in, she figured it really solidified the reality for her that the cooper house was no longer that, it was the jones house. perhaps that was in her best interest though, there were too many memories associated with it in her mother’s name and there was a chance the house would be better suited to new owners. besides, although it was odd to think of at first, she couldn't fathom anyone better to take on the murder house on elm street than the jones family.

with the play at an end, there were other pressing matters to deal with: the farm, jughead’s mother, and her housing situation among other things. while veronica was generous enough to allow accommodations for her, she knew the raven wouldn’t be able to keep that up for long considering the ordeal her parent’s were going through meaning an alternative was in need. that, however, was on the end of her list.  ❝  what are the chances the trailer wasn’t the only source of gladys’ new empire  ?  ❞ betty posed the question, eyes lifting to the man opposite her. straight back to business, the musical only a temporary break. they had to start asking questions and creating theories on her plans whether already in motion or not to shut her operation down and, hopefully, run her out. 

despite wanting to be normal, striving for a sense of calm and making a statement to be simply teens, none of them could achieve that quite yet. they had to get to the bottom of a few more investigations first and although the farm worried her, she wanted to help jughead as she had previously promised him for his sake and for his father’s.

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[choosewisxly-blog]

 PLOTTED STARTER ;; @socialpariah

                fuck this town. that was josh’s only thought when his parents dragged him here after the events of last year. his sister’s were dead and there was nothing he could do about that anymore. his parent’s noticed his mental spiraling shortly after the prank his friends pulled that sent his sister’s off a cliff and into the mines. they decided to relocate, find a smaller town with fewer people and better therapists. that way josh’s parents didn’t need to look after him every second of every day. what could possibly happen in such a small town?

               monday, he pulled open the big glass doors to attend his first therapy appointment with his new doctor. the pills didn’t seem to be working, but he kept this information to himself. he had gotten used to feeling this way and the last thing he wanted was a trip to the loony bin. josh sat in the waiting room next to colorful pamphlets about suicide and depression. been there, tried that. depression was the only thing he was actually diagnosed with. on top of the voices and the fact that he saw his sisters dying almost every day. 

                josh’s eyes looked up to the door when he saw another male walk in. his eyes followed him until he took a seat in the same clinical looking chairs. they looked around the same age... maybe this was his chance to actually make a friend around here. albeit, it probably wasn’t the best place to have a first interaction, but maybe they had something in common. 

                                            “ hey --- i’m josh.. just moved here. hey, where’s the best place to get a cheeseburger around here? i’m gonna need a pig out joint or a... a morning after breakfast place if you know what i’m saying. ”  a small chuckle escaped his lips as he attempted to break the ice. he was never one for subtlety... or trying to make friends. 

[perfectiontm]

@socialpariah ♥’d for a short starter

                           “ Is it weird that the other day, I suddenly realized I hadn’t stopped to think about where I’d be in five years in a really long time? I used to do it all the time. Try to plan out a future. But lately, it’s been so... day to day, just making it through. ”

[swcctserpentarchive]

“ you learn to control it yet? ”  being appointed jughead’s unofficial babysitter had been the last thing he’d wanted --- but who was he to tell fp jones no, right? sweet pea hadn’t had a choice, when it came down to it, and that was what set his teeth on edge about this whole thing. if jughead had come to him and asked for his help? he would’ve offered it freely, because he wasn’t the complete asshole people liked to make him out to be, and he remembered what the first few changes felt like. how alone he’d been. but having his choice taken away has left him brusque and snappish; he hasn’t been helping jughead, so much as he’s been shoving him, hard, in the right direction with a firm hand.  “ ‘cause you know we’re gonna have to put you down if you don’t get that shit locked down, and soon, jones. ”  that’s a lie, and not a good one, but say it with enough menace and people will believe anything. 

[ @socialpariah / sc ] 

[unhingedanger]

“   jug,   can   we,   uh   ...    can   we   talk   for   a   second?    i   just   want   to   clear   the   air   on   some   things.   i    think   it’s   important.   “   /    @socialpariah    !  

[hisweaknss-archive]

“   what’s this whole fuss about this griffins and gargoyles? i know mom had to tell you about the info she got outta that bitch penny. what’s goin’ on?   ”   (   @socialpariah  // sc.   )

[ofcatears]

did you ever love me?

@socialpariah||ANGST, BITCH

It’d been a long day, and long night, Josie just coming home from what had been her third show that week. Though luckily, she’d gotten home with enough time to help get the twins into bed, who were both six months old at this point. Pulling on a leopard tank top to sleep in, she’d turn to her boyfriend, raising a brow to him.“Jug--yes, OF COURSE I love you. What makes you ask something like that?”

[gleamingcrowns]

@socialpariah starter for jughead from cheryl

Cheryl was spending a few too many days in the trailer park. She was starting to get looks from the rest of the Serpents. Mostly because the ones that were her age knew what she had said, and done to them. But since she met Toni and heard the stories about them, it made her have a change of heart. Going to Jughead’s trailer, she knocked on the door before just letting herself in. “Beanie Boy, we need to talk.”

[serpentunity-blog]

❝  is it just me? or is everybody else confused about the point of this game?   ❞

starter call. |            @socialpariah

[reformedsnake]

Reaching up, the male scratched at the back of his head, glancing from the boy back to the TV. “Hey uh... any chance you’ve talked to your mom or JB?” He pressed, keeping his eyes on the screen in an attempt to hide the curiosity. “Your sister was a little... off... back in Toledo.” ( @socialpariah )

[archieekins]

“I could have taken him, Jug. This could have been over.”               He huffed, scuffing his heel against the dirt as he walked.  ( @socialpariah )

[southsidelover]

socialpariah

spread a little sunshine meme + anonymous

Eyyyyy @socialpariah!

Katya, darling, some strange wants you to know that today, they wanted you to know that you’re a wonderful human being! And I’m just here to name some of the reasons why that might possibly be, mostly based on what I know about you and all that good business~

So first of all, welcome to 2019~ this year, I know you’ve already come out the gate fighting to make things feel good for yourself, and I want you to know that I’m proud of you for that! Not only that, but me, along with so many others, are cheering for you and your success. I know things haven’t been easy for you, and that in general, you’ve been working so so hard on your mental health. I see that, and girl, you’re making amazing progress, so don’t give up! Even when it’s hard, there are so many people around you that care and want to listen, so never be afraid to reach out - we all got your back here.

I think this past year hasn’t been the best, but I think that means that you’re due for a freaking awesome one coming up in 2019. I’m sending you good thoughts and warmth for you to make it through, and it’s not just me here! There’s a lot of people who love you Katya, and not just because of this stupid thing called RP. It’s because you’re a good person, and people care about how you’re doing for who you are. And if you ever feel like it’s hard to remember why that is? Hit me up anytime, girl. I’m here for you.

Here’s to what’s gonna be a great year!

[parentsgalore-blog]

"nightmare" ( for jb! )

nightmare meme || @socialpariah

JB didn’t think it would happen, typically her nightmares fade after a while. She hadn’t told anyone of her frequent dreams that turned to nightmares, they just happened and she figured they’d disappear as she got older. Everyone had nightmares every night, right? The light brunette woke up in a panic, eyes darting around her dimly lit room. Her white christmas lights that were hanging on the walls were the only thing that was lighting the room. She swallowed back thickly, a small whimper from her pink lips. The small girl slowly pushed her covers off of her, walking out of the room. The room that Jughead was staying in was just down the hall. She quietly walked down the hall, not wanting to wake her parents up, though they were sleeping in other rooms since she knew her mother wouldn’t let her dad in the same bed, at least not yet anyways. She opened the door carefully, not seeing her brother. A small frown came to her lips, head slowly turning back behind her when she spotted him coming from the bathroom. “Juggie..” She whispered, arms immediately wrapping around him in a tight embrace. Yeah, she was the tough girl now but when her nightmares got as bad as it had that night, she would always take the comfort of her brother. “Ca-Can I sleep with you tonight?” She asked, her voice soft, scared almost. 

[finallymytimea]

@socialpariah

Fɪɴɢᴇʀᴛɪᴘs ᴛᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ ʟɪᴘs ᴀs sʜᴇ sᴀᴛ ᴀᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴡɪɴ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. Tʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ -- ʟɪᴋᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʏ. Sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ғᴀɪʀ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴇs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴡɪɴ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs sᴏ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɴᴏᴛ. Bᴜᴛ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪʀ ᴏғ Jᴏɴᴇs' ᴀ ғᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴋᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ. Tʜᴇ Pʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Pʀɪɴᴄᴇss ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Sᴇʀᴘᴇɴᴛs.

Tʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ Jᴜɢɢʏ sᴘᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ Nᴏʀᴛʜsɪᴅᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ Aʀᴄʜɪᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴍᴇʀʀʏ ʙᴀɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴍɪsғɪᴛs, Fʀᴀɴᴋɪᴇ sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Sᴏᴜᴛʜsɪᴅᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ Sᴇʀᴘᴇɴᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢɪᴠᴇɴ. Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴀs ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴡɪᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ Fʀᴀɴᴋɪᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Sᴏᴜᴛʜsɪᴅᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪʙᴇ.

Sʜᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴡʜᴏ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏғ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ɢᴇᴛ sᴡᴇᴘᴛ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇs' ᴍᴇssᴇs. Tʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ Gʜᴏᴜʟɪᴇs ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ᴛ ʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴀɴᴋs. Bᴜᴛ, ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ Cᴏᴏᴘᴇʀ ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴀs ᴏғ ʟᴀᴛᴇ.

"Cᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ, Jᴜɢɢʏ. Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ. I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ ᴅᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ, ʜᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʟɪsᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ." ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʙᴏx ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴛʜ ʙᴇsɪᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ. Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ Jᴜɢɢʏ's ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴀɴɪᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴏʀɴ ᴏᴜᴛ -- sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛᴇɴᴛʜ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴡᴀsʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴛᴏʀᴄʏᴄʟᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ Wʏʀᴍ. Aғᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇ.

Fʀᴀɴᴋɪᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sʜᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋ sᴏᴍᴇ sᴇɴsᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ. Tʜᴇɪʀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴏᴛʜ ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴇᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴜsʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏɴᴅᴇ Nᴏʀᴛʜsɪᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ. Sᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ sᴏғᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ, sʜᴇ sʜᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴀᴡᴀʏ. Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ, ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ. "Nᴇᴠᴇʀᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. Hᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ, Jᴜɢɢʏ." Sʜᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sʟɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏx ᴀᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ.

[conscriptur]

@socialpariah

       “You’ll catch me dead wearing a dumbass costume to school. I don’t care to participate in these homecoming activities.”