#the fucking JUICe. the bitchiness. do you see my vision

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i don't know what i'm doing with these colors but i'm doing it

[sh1tbird-shantytown]

i might be projecting a bit BUT hc that tommy has glasses but refuses to wear them and it drives billy up the fucking wall bc “what the fuck do u mean you’ve been driving me around without your sense of VISION??” but tommy is dead set on not looking like a nerd and the glasses make his insecurities so much worse bc he can actually see himself but he has no idea how to tell billy this until it all comes out in a drunken breakdown

Tommy really hated it. He hated a lot of things about himself and he knew he looked dorky in glasses. It was awful.

And Billy was cool. Tommy couldn’t stand next to Billy and be respected as it was.

The first time Billy noticed, well, it was immediately. The first time he was allowed to drive the Camaro. And he missed the roundabout sign. Didn’t realize the blurry thing ahead was one until he was slamming on the breaks to go back down to fifteen. He pulled over to the side of the road after he went around on Billy’s orders.

They spent the rest of the drive either in tense silence of Billy’s scolding.

And it was bad. A whole three months later. Tommy was wasted and stumbling into the damn church on a Sunday morning. Billy was there, right in the back. So he was quick to pull a wobbly Tommy into pew.

“What is up with you?” he hissed into Tommy’s ear. He smelt the vodka and orange juice. “Lord,” he pinched his nose and leaned back, “How many screwdrivers did you have?”

“A few,” Tommy responded sulkily. He leaned back so the back of his head rested on the back of the pew, “You know what I always wondered?”

Billy sighed and took his hand subtly, “What have you always wondered?”

“Why God made me so…undesirable,” he stared at the crucifix on the front of the church.

Billy’s eyes squinted, “Undesirable?” Tommy nodded and closed his eyes, focused on the yellowish tint above his eyelids. “You’re not—“

“Yes I am.” Billy fell silent and Tommy smiled to himself delicately. “I have too many freckles and I’m too pale. My hair grows out the wrong way and my feet are small compared to the rest of me. I don’t work out enough to have a good body.”

“Tommy,” Billy whispered. Their hands were sweaty but neither of them let go.

Tommy whispered, a few tears fell through the cracks of the corners of his eyes, “I can’t even see right. I need glasses. And to top it all off, I look like an idiot with them on.” He closed his mouth and held his breath to prevent sobs. But that didn’t stop his shoulders from shaking.

Billy let go of his hand and after a few painful moments the familiar leather jacket was being draped over his shoulders. By the time he’s opened his eyes again his hand was enveloped again.

Billy was staring like a dart at a target, “You’re always going to be sweet to me. You’re sarcastic and bitchy and funny and outgoing. You’re soft and your freckles are beautiful. Your laugh always sounds real. Thats my favorite part,” he added with a smile. “Your hair is adorable and you always brighten my day when you try and wear my shoes even though they’re too big. I love you.”

Tommy hugged him, buried his nose in Billy’s neck so he could smell the cheep cologne Billy managed to pull off.

“If you say so, Billy.”

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Wands and Potions: NCT dream & WayV 

Please read the Masterlist before continuing ahead with the chapter, thank you.  

Chapter 18:

[02:16PM]

[20th of October]

“Do you even know what he was using the tentacle juice for?” 

The huffs became frequent and the more Lyra questioned the more Selene became tired. Was this really necessary? And why was she being so unbelievably nosy?

“No, and frankly I don’t need to know.” the walking stopped halting the trail the two created in the thick fluffy snow that covered the earth. “because I don’t care.”

“You should, Liu could be plo-” a snicker stopped Lyra’s chapped lips from blurting her thoughts. “Plotting? Is that what you were going to say? He’s plotting against me. Or maybe its against you? Or even Jinsoul.” The words spat back at Lyra.

The brunette took her lips between her teeth, her fingers took the red and golden threads of the scarf wrapped across her chest, fiddling with the bare edges. Selene was already on edge and the change of demeanour pushed her off.

“Hey, I’m not going to feel sorry for you, so don’t give me that pathetic look.” Her fingers ran through her golden roots, her hair had turned a shade darker with the coming of winter making it lose the fiery glimmer in it.

“You all need to stop telling me how to act or feel.” She rolled her eyes leaving the brunette standing there stiff and alone, the only speck of colour on a blank sheet of white for miles.

 The creaking door slid open letting a gust of cold biting chill mix in with the heated warmth of the shop. The three broomsticks was a place where the youngsters could chill and relax. The ancient and rustic feel made it close to home for some.

It wasn’t the same for Selene.

“You need to start talking to her again, Scorpius you can’t just igno-” “Oh but he can,” she shuddered, the witch dropped the scarf and slid the robes off her shoulders setting them next to her. Sparing a glance at Albus, Selene sympathised with the blonde boy before her.

“And why is that?”

“She’s being awfully nosy, quite bitchy too.”

“Just because you aren’t on good terms it doesn’t mean he has to ignore his own sister.” Albus shuffles closer his tone drops to a minimal whisper. Selene rubbed her hands trying to heat up the ice cold blue tinted flesh.  

“Also, what happened to innocent sweet Selene?”

“Oh her?” her arm lifted to signal the server, “she’s usually what most see if they don’t know me too well. Ask Scorpius.”

The glance left Selene and moved towards the empty blonde boy next to him. No response came. His head lulled above his fist pushing the skin upwards, hair covering his glacier orbs.

“You ok?” the ginger placed her hand upon his, she felt his fingers twitch, there was no warmth in his touch. Inside her chest, the breathing became a little harder, an exasperated sigh left her.  

“It’s hard, I know. but you have to believe your father did this for a good reason. And now you can let her move in, you’ve always said you wanted a sister.”

“Move in? After my mother’s death?” his voice dripped with poison. It was a little loud gaining attention from the tables nearby. Jisung sent the most blood curdling nape shivering stare at Selene from across the bar.  His eyes were hard-rimmed and fixed, so much so that it was as if he was not able to move his eyeballs.

If looks could kill. The ginger would have disintegrated instantly.

So would Albus have with what Scorpius was sending him.

“Keep it down a little.”

“I am not going to replace my mother any time soon.” He spat back.

“You need her, Scorpius think about it, she will help you and your father get through this. Lyr-” the death glares the two sent made him rethink his choice of words. “Ehem… I- mean she is a girl after all.”

Selene sipped the jug of glowering orange liquid letting it sting the back of her throat slightly. She needed it. Secretly, it was the only thing she was feeling nowadays.

“Rose Weasley can take her in. After all, the two are half-sisters.” His voice was stiff and cut at the end, it was like his throat was clogged. Scorpius hated this topic. He didn’t want to talk about it.  

The others sensed that.

“And you, cut the long night walks with that German Durmstrang boy.”

“Whys that? Am I bothering you in any way?”

“No actually, its not me you’re bothering but-” A hand slapped the two lips that were moving of their own accord. Selene didn’t think nothing of it, but she missed the alarmed state that Albus was in.

“You shouldn’t be walking around he grounds late at night. Its dangerous.”

“Did little miss snitch tell you I was sneaking out late? I knew it!” she turned to the deflated boy. “This is why you shouldn’t talk to her just yet.” She finished her words with another gulp taking in the tingling sensation.

“Selene, I’m being serious, it shouldn’t matter who told me, this is for your own safety.”

“Why does everyone hate him so much?” the witch continued taking larger gulps the farther she got towards the bottom of the cup.

“Can you calm down; you must be really thirsty.”

Selene chuckled but before a word could be uttered, she lifted the closest free hand towards her head, she felt dizzy and her eyes were going blurry.

“Why’s everything spinning?” a murmur left her lips. It was mumbled aloud. A chair dragging across the wooden polished floor was heard in the distance and someone’s figure made their presence known next to her.

“Did she drink from this?” snatching the cup from the table Chenle grabbed it sniffing the few sips left in the cup.

“Yeah, why?”

Selene didn’t see the glare sent towards the table chenle was situated at before he came over, she also didn’t see the way he dropped the few paper bills on the table.

She did feel his strong hand grasp tightly onto her arm and shoulder helping her out of her chair. The daze she was in was getting stronger. Her knees felt week from the sudden force of standing but she pushed through on his command.

“Whats going on?” the question was left unanswered as she was dragged out tumbling next to him as they ventured into the freezing cold.

She had left her robe and scarf at the bar, shivering and dizzy Selene moved to lean onto his arm. Sliding the other across her waist he pulled her to a nearby stable.

“Why did you drink it knowing its full of poison?” he strained. She wasn’t on good terms with him. Actually, she despised the blonde mixed boy.

“Answer me!” his voice rose. Selene couldn’t really see that well her head was pounding, and it was starting to get even worse.

“I-I can’t see clearly. My eyes…” “What… whats going on?” she lifted her fingers to eyes level but all she saw was a messy blur of what used to be HD clear vision. Thin strips of cream-brown against white.

“You took a morbus potion. From your symptoms only a few drops, too much could have killed you.” A silent pause registered between the two, she was confused and the last few words he had said really hit clear. I could have died; I never finished the glass. I could have…

“I’ve taken no such thing.”

“It was in the drink,” his voice was hard, it was like he had a rock lodged in his mouth. “Someone must have slipped it in.”

“I feel like I-” holding her lips shut with her hands she felt something sinister crawl up her throat it blocked her breathing and restricted her normal body flow. Defying gravity and her disaccord of its appearance. Please no, not here…

“Get it out of your system.” His tone lightened slightly, or maybe it was her hearing things. Why would his tone change anyway Selene was over listening into things that didn’t matter right now.

“Take this.” He handed her a bottle it contained a liquid of some sort that didn’t look too familiar, she stared at it cautiously as if it would transfigure into a centipede.

“I don’t want to.”

She was able to push down the thick trickling of crimson blood

“It’s already gone this far, how do I know this isn’t going to kill me?” Selene didn’t move her head she just lifted her eyes staring him up, the trust was gone. It was hidden, locked away until he took the key out. But she didn’t expect the answer he gave her…

He sighed dropping his hand before looking away his eyes glanced anywhere but her face. The breath that left his dry, chapped lips evaporated into smoke coalescing itself into the air.

“Good point,” he pressed his lips into a thin line. “Why would I stop you from drinking the rest of the jug back then?”

Selene glanced down, his face had no show of remorse and it had a blank expression plastered onto it. She couldn’t maintain eye contact at all. It felt pointless.

His words made sense though…

“Drink it all.”

Listening to him, she took the first sip hesitantly, not minding the bitter taste. It felt heavy on her tongue but she too it in accepting it was good for her.

“You’ll be alright.” he muttered the words, in the wintery cold that surrounded them Selene felt her heart warm up slightly. She would never admit it now but it felt nice having someone look out. Even if it was with a frown and a dry response.

 [09:15PM]

Selene felt drained. Absolutely exhausted and while she did love nothing but a good rest she still had to do her night duties before she finally could rest this included the lengthy check and route of the whole 2nd floor and near the library.

It would have been 10 times easier- not to mention faster- if it wasn’t for the bratty 3rd year that refused to help her out. The job was specifically made for two yet she never showed up. But the ginger couldn’t bring it in her debilitated self to spend any longer than necessary looking for the young student.

“For fuck sake…” selenes face fell completely. She was aggravated to the max now, which can be added to the list of emotions she was feeling. The last thing she’d expect to see was the young student supposed to be helping her helping her own needs.

The sound of lips against lips filled the air and half of her internally cringed, the lewd sounds filling the air too fast to comprehend. God did she wish to wash out her ears with soap. But as she left a figment of her imagination removed the figure of the male student much older than the girl and placed a charming and devilish German student that had been taking up to much of her mind lately.

For a short second, it was barely comprehensible. his light caress and soft touch was all she yearned for. She shook her head continuing all the rounds she needed to finish. The guilt inside her built up daily but she pressed it down.

During the cold and wintery days. The gloom that was slowly being foreshadowed around the castle, Yangyang was the only source of happiness and joy she found. He filled her with something so intangible and sensual it was so difficult to describe.

And Selene felt herself change bit by bit, she tried to subconsciously hold back. Avoiding him on certain days and cancelling scheduled meet ups but it was inevitable, Yangyang was slowly yet voraciously devouring every inch of her being. She could feel it in the way she looked at him. The way her thoughts where changing. Her desires were developing.

Something once so innocent – a touch from him – a simple sensory fondle. Turned into a carnal and instinctual hunger that he had awoken in her. What was I turning into?…

[Selene Pov]

I felt that relief I craved for when I entered the dorms. Red or green it never mattered when I was weak in the knees. I looked at my bed like a man who was stranded in the dessert looked at fresh water.

“Look who’s here...”

“Please don’t start.” I knew this was going to be rough getting past the two crow-like girls at their beds but I didn’t expect their beady eyes glaring in the pitch dark the cool toned shadow casting harsh shapes across their faces.

“What?”

“We know what you borrowed.” A sigh left her lips as Jinny finished speaking, but the sly raven next to her muttered “She really stole it…” “Ravelle!”

“I didn’t do anything.” A frustrated exhale left my own lips. They wouldn’t know a thing because I never let them know about anything. It wasn’t their business.

“Does this ring a bell to you?” Ravelle stood up waving a slither of tentacula its sticky residue dripping from its end.

“Yeah.” I simply muttered, shrugging and to Ravelle’s shock. She probably thought I was going to deny everything.  

“It’s what you mix every morning to slap” I lightly tapped my fingers onto her cheeks “onto your face, what was it for again- oh right. Your beautiful visuals… right?” I rolled my eyes after feigning thought.

The sniggers didn’t go unnoticed from Jinny who had rolled back onto her bed fully. The glimmer in her beading eyes was picked up by the light rays of moonlight sheathed inside.

“Don’t you dare make fun of my natural face masks and answer me truthfully.” Her voice picked up in volume.

“You’re pathetic.” Ravelle spat back after no response from me.

“You’d really love to know what was in that wrap I held before, don’t you?” I edged coyly. I loved having her on edge like this. But it wouldn’t last too long…

“Sit down.”

I motioned to sit down pointing for her to do as I say.

“There’s no point in getting mad now since it’s already over. There is nothing you could do about it.” I couldn’t help but stop myself from giggling slightly. It was too good.

“I gave the wrap of tentacula away. It wasn’t for me anyways.” I smiled

Ravelle started feeling uncomfortable, she shifted from her position awkwardly. Blinking multiple times.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean Gryffindor or any house for a matter of fact is going nowhere. This year belongs to Durmstrang and I just made sure they got a head start.”

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Ravelle’s eyes went as wide as saucers, “What have you done? Selene!” Jinny’s voice piped up for the first time, the shriek in her voice prominent.

“You’ll find out soon.” I sniggered, a smirk coming up to form at my lips.

 “Shit shi- Guys! You won’t believe this!” the doors to the main dormitories slam open and in came a breathless and beyond petrified Irene, the young girl held her posture against her shaking knees.

The worry evident in her chewed dry lips and pale yellow face. A few more moments and it looked like she was about to throw up.

“They, the- oh god.” It’s like realisation flushed her face, Irene was gobsmacked she frowned glancing at the two girls that were accusing me. Jinny flipped over to see the ghastly expression Irene adorned.

“What is it, spit it out already!”

“James. And uh- Well James potter and his friends they got severely injured.”

“WHAT?” the screech was pitched so high I was surprised it didn’t shatter the clouded glass of the window. All three of us flinched.

“Calm down Ravelle,” Jinny pushed past, fixing her hair. She smiled gently towards the terrified girl. “How did they get injured, tell me what happened clearly” after a few seconds of sharp breaths, Irene spoke shuddering the words I had wanted to hear since I gave the plant to him.

“Well, they got injured last night in the pre battle for the lead in the tournament. Someone had put a certain strange plant in their soup.”

“It was- uh… it’s almost fatal for some.” The last few words were muttered but I heard everything as clearly as I could.

At some point I doubted myself, my ears had to be making up sounds for me to hear and feel accomplished. It couldn’t have worked that well.

“It wasn’t just them. The other houses reported similar symptoms to them earlier.” Another young Gryffindor peeped through the wooden door squeaking quietly.

“Get lost pipsqueak!” Ravelle threw the remains of tentacula at the doorway, “I’ll deal with you later. You’ve done something!”

Her eyes screamed anger she was Enraged, Ravelle hit boiling point. Her body buzzing with a fury that could only be calmed with the sight of her secret lover safe.  

“Yeah yeah,” I waved my hand swatting her as she stormed off. She couldn't do a thing.

 This was only the beginning of things…

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Riverdale: “Chapter Eight: The Outsiders”

have you ever felt pastels to be sadistic? lime-sherbet green nail polish? Grace’s incredible cover of Lesley Gore’s “You Don’t Own Me,” both produced by Quincy Jones? ...the Coopers

Alice raises Betty’s chin

“beautiful daughters”

I am intrigued by the emotional politics of Betty wearing her hair in a ponytail vs. down. she seems to prefer it up for everyday wear, down for social functions. but would Alice allow it up for a semi-formal family picture, different from Polly’s hair?

the Blossom corpse: I continue to love how Flashback Jason looks more like an eerie ginger Ken doll, too pale and coiffed to be a real person. of course, it’s not really “Actual Footage of Flashback Jason” so much as it’s “Jughead’s Imaginatory Flashback of Jason,” and Jughead puts everyone in like an exaggerated hyper-characterized limbo

Cheryl’s “Bitchy” baseball tee, red leather heart clutch

Nana Rose met Jason and Polly out in the woods to give them her ring, in her wheelchair, she ships them so hard

“Damn good coffee”: INTERESTING insertion of Jughead at Pop’s in the background watching J&P planning to run away? actually watching, or putting himself there as if he had watched them, imagining some more? he is lounging pretty brazenly, like he’s watching a TV show

Jughead eats: WITH his burger

please tell me Nana’s heirloom ring is going to mysteriously return

Hermione graciously rises and pats Sheriff Keller’s shoulder until he leaves Polly alone

Veronica was rich: the plants and decor around the Lodge apartment are pretty bland, except there’s a very sweet purple and white flower arrangement behind Polly

“Gooooootta stop blowing me up. You’re doing it. What’re you doing—”

certainly it is Archie who “keeps killing” Jughead, not the other way around, themes and such

Jughead would be the guy who falls in love with No Man Sky and Archie would be the guy who’s like, “It takes TEN MINUTES to fly to the other planet?” also consider: Until Dawn, and the new Zelda

Fifth period is AP English: “No, Archie. Hell is other people.”

does Archie know Sartre? he laughs, but maybe it was a Veronica’s-Capote-references laugh. does this poor boy understand a word out of anyone’s mouth?

“It’s like Archie and I are just roommates in a college dorm.” absolutely: the floor and the bed are a mess, bags of chips, so many blankets it’s where they forgot whose is whose, kicking their socks off without putting them in the laundry, staying up too late playing Witness, watching Monster Factory, practicing kissing

Fred is thoroughly decent to acknowledge that it might be hard for Jughead to have the construction job brought up

Jughead’s only half-facetious “As long as you build something beautiful in its place.”

Archie’s bright blue Henley, Veronica’s little grey textured sheath, Betty’s powder blue ribbed pullover, Cheryl’s red and black criss-crossed sweater

Cheryl is sitting with them! fascinating! presumably after helping Polly escape Penelope, she got hugged by Veronica and that was that

does Archie know what a Gordian knot is?

Veronica has been “percolating” on the Polly problem and comes up with a “hellishly” simple solution

Jughead’s “Am I expected to come to this thing?” is a gentle joke for Betty and the room at large, Your Honor, acknowledging that he does not like casual gatherings but will most definitely be attending because he “has to.” Veronica takes the reins of the conversation back by telling him soberly that he will be because he’s Betty’s boyfriend

the look Betty and Jughead share at the first public drop of the word “boyfriend” between them is precious, little smiles

Every triangle has three corners, every triangle has three sides: Archie continues to feel strange about them, which is fine as he does not do anything strange about them

although Valerie is sitting right next to him. are they dating? just making out? Archie, get your shit together

Betty’s spit take: “Mom?”

how is a construction team made up? crews can just pick up and leave? Fred hires a foreman who comes with his own crew? the foreman speaks for the crew? are they like a union? Hermione?

Alice interrogates the girls in the Spanish classroom

Best costume bit: Alice’s amazing wool trench, beige-on-beige-on-brown, the puffy sleeves

all three ladies end up with their arms crossed

Alice was not ready to be called a grandmother

apparently Archie and Val went out and got pizza, are actually dating. okay Archie, continue to mind your own dating business. Jughead got his girl. you got yours. eyes forward. eyes on your own test.

I LOVE the Andrews’ kitchen! I think there’re string lights behind the window curtains!

oh these two Andrews men. Fred is so stressed and quiet and trying to hold himself together. Jughead is I guess at Pop’s, splitting a milkshake with Betty, two straws, fingers intertwined

the Lodge breakfast seems to consist largely of orange juice and croissants

Betty and Veronica hoping against hope that “the Blossoms” just means “...Cheryl’s. On the guest list.” “Yeah, Cheryl.”

Polly’s Grecian Vestal Virgin headband

“Mother-to-mother?” “Oh, yeah. No.”

Fred screeches his Ford pickup to a stop but feet from Clifford’s Bentley coupe

how he got his truck past the gates in the first place is probably a good cocktail party story

Clifford is so rich that he can buy off Fred’s crew to have them actually work on a real, second construction site so that he can buy back the first construction site that he actually wants

Clifford Blossom is undeniably a “pompous ass,” but I agree with him in the sense that I have no idea what Fred’s revenge against him would likely be, am forcibly reminded of Jughead’s “What? What are you gonna do?”

“Go park somewhere else.”

the sheer number of flannels on Fred’s construction site, breathtaking

anytime Jughead wants to stand with his hip cocked to the side, holding a toolbox, jacket open, I endorse

What damn high school in America: are these boys missing school right now? Jughead already took an absence for running around the Catholic asylum with Betty

God bless Moose: “We’re bruiser studs, Mr. Andrews.” I don’t know what that is, but it’s adorable

Moose does not think Jughead counts as a “bruiser stud.” clearly Jughead’s fleece lapels are blocking the view of his pecs from Moose’s peripheral vision

Bulldog #1, the not-Moose, tells Keller he looks “buff” without caveat, nice guy

Gay.: “I prefer my contact sports one-on-one. Like. Boxing.”

LOVING the appreciative laughs from the bros. Kevin is simply funny and gay and has gay sex(ual moments) and it’s awesome. no no-homos from his friends. Moose smiles. big grin from Jughead

the female gaze: speaking of, what the fuck?

presumably this is why Jughead wears so many shirts, so he can walk down the hallway and not get attacked

the reversal of Archie and Jughead’s typical wardrobes, Archie now in the multiple layers and Jughead just in an hourglass tank top, a button-down tied low on his hips to play up his tiny waist. although Archie’s T-shirt definitely falls into the Chris Evans school around the chestal region

“He works his ass off for me, bro.”

truly Jughead does not have an ounce of fat on his body. Jughead. Jughead. BETTY.

if Riverdale were on HBO, Moose would be beaten to within an inch of his life and they would have to wait until he came out of his coma to tell them about the crowbar dudes

the truck they speed away in has a “Don’t Tread on Me” bumper sticker, so you know they’re some bullshit

oh great, Sheriff Keller is here. he’ll fucking figure it out.

Archie is probably right in that Sheriff Keller is disproportionately effective towards the Blossoms, but Fred is the most right when he tells Archie to just cut it out

Polly’s pink top with the flower decals!

Summer + Blair = Veronica: Veronica never thought she would live to see the day when something would make her as soft inside as Polly asking Betty to be the baby’s godmother

is not Polly’s line of “if anything were to happen to me, I only trust YOU with my baby” EXTREMELY foreboding? isn’t this the moment we knew Remus Lupin would die?

poor Valerie telling Archie to slow down had no chance against Archie setting his mind to do something stupid to assuage his own anxiety

Valerie’s boots??

“Dude, what the hell? I’ve been texting you.” Jughead has been ignoring Archie’s texts because he knows some dumb shit is coming

Jughead nods at the Serpents being “dangerous” but is like, affronted that Betty calls them drug dealers? Jughead, you sweet, gentle, down-soft baby-faced spider, what do you think the Serpents do?

Jughead doubts it: he sums up everything succinctly, though, with just, “Archie, going into that bar is a bad idea.” no shit! it’s a fucking biker gang bar! has Archie completely forgotten Rust Cohle’s undercover stint in True Detective?

Archie’s pissy “Thanks for having my back” is such a dick move. such a dick move. everyone at the table is like, Jesus.

Red shows up in his effing letterman jacket? Christ Almighty.

HELLOOOO, JOAQUIN!

Fwoopy hair is the best hair: JOAQUIN!!!

Moose looks at Kevin and nods at Archie’s plan to call Kevin’s dad. is Moose fucking in love with Kevin Keller? right here, in front of Kevin’s pretty-boy bf who’s so cool he’s in a non-racist biker gang (my edit)? does Moose PINE? MOOSE?

the bar is so cool that it has a banana python in a tank

These students are legally children: would they have all been allowed IN? maybe Joaquin could’ve gotten Kevin in, but three underage non-members?

I would’ve been fine in there, for the record, because I would’ve worn my Slytherin pin on my checkered Charlotte Russe blazer lapel, as badasses do

“We’re all gonna die.”

Moose SAID he couldn’t remember what the guys looked like, so Archie MUST HAVE convinced him he MIGHT if he just came along to this bar and LOOKED AROUND. Archie is like, a danger to others???

to kill time, Joaquin hustles Kevin at the pool tables

Mustang could take a few lessons about how to wear beanies from his boss’s son

Archie...was not expecting to see FP

FP looks familially disappointed at Archie being so irresponsible on Fred’s behalf

“Man, you got a bigger imagination than Jughead. And that’s saying something.” how much can I love FP’s thing about Jughead’s storytelling

the job Fred is doing on his truck’s brakes

“I called him. The second you walked into the bar.” FP dad points!!

the 2001 Josie and the Pussycats movie was a masterpiece: Valerie, in a velvet top, and Melody come to the baby shower because they’re fantastic

this cover of “Our House” is perfect

Jughead absolutely ditched Archie to help the girls put the baby shower together, and he loved it. Betty in her little skirt? he loved it.

Veronica, gently buzzed on mimosas in the back of the Lodge driver car: I’m registering Polly at Tiffany’s. Would Baby Cooper rather have the ironstone ceramic three-piece dining set with the dancing chicks detail or the little polka dot earthenware piggy bank except it’s an elephant?

Betty, opposite, head in Jughead’s lap, playing with the lowest buttonhole on his shirt: Sweetie, you know you don’t have to help put all this together. You can just come when it starts.

Jughead, brushing her hair: I am ORGANIZING the baby shower.

Betty: Oh! Oh okay!

Jughead: I will GET the BALLOONS.

he plops the cupcake tier down with such a look on his face. his whole thing this whole time is like a beautiful meta-joke about how he and Betty are obviously a socially mismatched couple and he must be lolling behind her not wanting to go to her fancy parties because that’s his whole constructed persona but in actuality he’s fucking just LOOK at how he looks at her. I’M CALM

Betty cups his elbow and kisses him because she is also calm

“You’re sweet to be here. I know this isn’t exactly your scene.” “What?”

and his soft red sweater?

Alice Cooper wore a pink coat in a gesture of neutrality towards Hermione, affection towards her daughters, and contrition towards Polly

“WE’RE HERE!!!”

the vintage Victorian pram Cheryl bequeaths on Jay-Jay’s baby

Cheryl’s sheaths: her baby-pink 50’s skirt, with a slit!, her bosomy black top, gold bag, her sparkly sparkle-necklace

Cheryl’s hair: GOD I LOVE CHERYL WITH HER HAIR DOWN

oh my god Penelope wheeling in Nana Rose

Cheryl owning Nana Rose: “Let’s get you a good spot by the food.”

Please protect Betty: Betty to Alice: “Think happy thoughts.”

Cheryl’s pins: okay Penelope AND Alice are BOTH wearing flower pins, dueling flower pins

FP is like, I’m an alcoholic whose personal life has imploded and I’ve gone back to the gang that I left after I couldn’t work anymore but I’m not PETTY

Fred and FP are both in charge in their own worlds, both bosses. both have “guys”

Lord, PLEASE do not let this happen to Archie and Jug. PLEASE let Jughead be okay.

Nana Rose dangles a crystal over Polly’s palm, reading the baby’s aura. Cheryl: “Nana has dementia. And gypsy blood.”

Penelope’s red short-sleeved dress is very Cheryl. is she trying to look less threatening?

Polly is genuinely surprised at the idea that she might be having twins? has this woman not had a damn sonogram yet? does Riverdale have a Planned Parenthood?

“This is occultism at its most ludicrous,” says the woman who burned sage in Betty’s room after Cheryl Blossom was there for three hours

I WANT the baby lambs mobile.

Archie fucking SERIOUSLY hauls in there and doesn’t even wait for the conversation to start back up before—he SERIOUSLY—

God bless Jughead was just standing off to the side, eating cupcakes, minding his own damn business, like, That’s a good mobile. Aw. The lambs. Look at that. fuck’s sake!

he takes a fraction a moment to be horrified that Archie knows about his dad and the rest of the moment to have a DAMN HEART ATTACK that now Betty knows. Archie said this not to him, but TO BETTY, right in front of him. “Did you know Jughead’s dad is a Serpent?” isn’t a dig at Jughead’s father. it’s a dig at Jughead. Archie. Archie.

Betty’s isn’t grossed out or anything, but she knows the Serpents are such bad news that she’s proportionately uncomfortable for a hot second

Veronica tells them to shut up

Cheryl’s a psychopath: Cheryl’s “Oh, Polly! Come live with us at Thornhill!” is SO perky, sitting next to her mother, it must be fake. although I infinitely love Cheryl consistently, constantly, consciously putting on a show

bit tacky, ALL AWESOME to pitch Polly moving in with the Blossoms in front of Alice

“a bedbug-infested Trojan horse”

Alice didn’t “send me away” so much as she had grown men haul her into a VAN like she’d reneged on a ransom

apparently we can’t say “abortion” on the CW?

Fred is sitting alone in his kitchen with a cutting board full of like, arugula

Certified pedigree: his voice shakes as he tries to explain to Archie how their lives are about to fall apart

Archie > Dawson: ugh I guess Archie makes his dad feel a little better, which is nice, I guess

Jughead genuinely went off and sat in a room by himself, temporarily traumatized at being outed and yelled at in front of strangers, his delicately-new girlfriend, #introvertproblems

Betty’s clacky heels on the hard floor, #asmr

Betty is already over FP being a Serpent, wants to ask him about Jason. “I want to know who you are. All of it.” Jughead can’t believe his fucking luck. this fucking girl.

he cups her back at they walk out

whoa, is that Fred’s truck? is Jughead driving Fred’s truck?

FP is SO chill at his house on the weekends. he’s not out cavorting with the gang, he’s watching like, playoffs

okay, he is drinking, which is in direct violation of the tearful promise he made to Jughead, which everyone knows as soon as they see each other

I am very fond of the slightly accented way Cole Sprouse keeps saying the short A in “dad”

Jug’s proper introduction of “Betty Cooper” to his father, with an expression like, Guess this is happening now

he is thoroughly unimpressed at there being shenanigans between his dad and Jason Blossom

WTF, why was Jason like HOARDING drugs? did he WANT them?

FP has the teensiest smile on his face at Betty and Jughead, the pair, coming to him, together, thinking they’re going to get the slightest bit of anything from him, his son and “Is that your girlfriend?”, bring it on at this poker face

very cool, now Jughead and Betty have each asked their fathers if they’ve killed Jason. cool! cool dads!

“I believe you, Jughead.” Betty doesn’t buy FP’s denial of involvement. Betty is still thinking

hold on because she’s holding Jughead’s face. oh you know what this means

Jughead looks from her lips to her eyes to her lips to her eyes to her lips

Betty and Jug have graduated to kissing while holding EACH OTHER’S faces SIMULTANEOUSLY

oh god all of their kisses should be strongly backlit, in a penthouse or a trailer park or like, Betty’s bedroom (remember when he was in her bedroom?), but here, out in the cold air with the archangel Raphael apparently descending behind them, misting them in Chanel Mademoiselle and illuminating the silhouettes of their long eyelashes

it also seems like they’re kissing to the music from Titanic

seriously, does Betty know about the biceps?

the best part, this is a great kiss, but the best part is the thing at the end when Jughead isn’t quiiite done and leans in for a little more

@milakuniis

and the soft wet mouth kiss-noises? Betty’s heart earrings? JUGHEAD’S THUMB ON HER CHEEK?

oooooohhhh Hal Cooper is watching the same baseball game as FP, also drinking a finger of whiskey

UH ALICE BREAKING THE REMOTE?

SHOVING HIM IN THE THROAT?

Hal made Alice get an abortion?

“overreact”

“BLOSSOM BLOOD”

Mädchen Amick, MÄDCHEN AMICK: “GET. OUT.”

what is Alice capable of? what isn’t she capable of?

holy moly Alice. Alice is tender and comes apart easily with a fork. Alice is done.

why the FUCK is JUGHEAD the one apologizing to ARCHIBALD.

...why are they still sharing a room? there has to be a third bedroom in that house. could they...just not bear...being apart...

I’m writing a scene where it’s gay.: “There’s no excuse.” [rubs hands] ah but there is tension.

I want Jughead’s reluctance to share stuff about his father with Archie to come less from a place of embarrassment and more from a down-to-earth place about knowing Archie doesn’t have a lot of sense and can’t keep secrets

at least Archie’s doofusness isn’t coming from a gross sabotaging Jug-and-Betty thing, unless it’s unconscious

Gay?!: Jughead sees your earnestness, calls it out, and raises it. “You’re like. You’re like my brother.” “Nice bro whisper, Archie. You are my brother.”

how is Jason’s jacket insurance??

I’ve seen Brick like thirty times: FP’s epic coldness with Joaquin’s hesitancy about Kevin’s feelings is the first time, and it’s really good, he’s looked like a Scary Gang Guy In Charge Of Shit, Obey Him

WHAT is the part FP is playing! oh my god! is it just lying to Betty and Jughead, which makes sense, or some other shit??? is it with Fred??? oh my god FP is like fascinating to me GOD.

for the record, “Greendale” is where Sabrina Spellman lives, nbd

HE’S WAITING FOR FRED WITH A CREW OH MY GOD IS THIS HIS PART? BEING A FRIEND?

“You’ve never had a better foreman than me. I won’t leave you hanging this time.” Fred is…..so proud…..

“Who ratted you out?” VERONICA?

honestly tbh poor Polly has probably lost all nostalgic affection for “coming home” and I don’t like, blame her for not caring enough about the concept to go back there

although surely she has a plan, going to the Blossoms?

“You’ll be safe here.” is Cheryl going to freak out (privately) that Polly came to them after all?? CHERYL IS COMING.

remember in Hannibal when Mason Verger surgically removed Margot Verger’s pregnant womb and it turned out he’d kept the fetus gestating inside a sow so he could use it to inherit his father’s fortune without her? something about this is just reminding me of that. Hannibal was kind of fucked up!

next week: a really good hug