i’m gonna save EVERYONE.
indie & selective scott mccall. established in january 2017.
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indie & selective scott mccall. established in january 2017.
“Nice, or possibly this is the first scene to Psycho,” he said flatly, falling into step beside the taller boy. “An allowance to, you know, lure me in only to use my skin for a coat when January comes.” He smirked over at Archie. “Thanks for not doing that while I lived here.”
“It might’ve been mainly because I just didn’t really need a new coat, but you’re welcome,” Archie joked. The walk to Pop’s was one he could make in his sleep, so he could focus most of his attention on his friend. “Seriously, though. Are they a good family?”
But, it’s fine. It’s fine. It’s fine. I mean, I’m happy…
And I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m FINE.
Fred Andrews had been in the hospital for a few days now. He still wasn’t out of the woods yet, but the doctors told Archie that he was doing better and that they were optimistic his dad would make a full recovery. OPTIMISM wasn’t a guarantee, and things could go wrong in the blink of an eye, so the redhead spent all of his time at his father’s bedside. He slept on and off in the uncomfortable chair and lived off the occasional cafeteria meal or vending machine snack; he was making it work, given that he definitely wanted to be there when his dad woke up.
Eventually, though, he reluctantly decided to make a trip home. He needed a shower, and some fresh clothes — the change of scenery would probably do him good, too, because constantly staring at the same four white walls and dwelling on his worry was admittedly beginning to drive him a little crazy. Betty look his place, promising to call if anything changed, and Archie left the hospital. He planned on returning within the hour, but ended up drifting off when he took a moment to stretch out on his bed. He only woke up from the unintentional nap when the doorbell rang. Archie rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he headed down the stairs to answer it.
‘‘It’s just one of the few things that I’m always right about.’‘ He’s only half joking about that. He nods at the redhead when he agrees for pizza and grabs the phone. It only takes a few minutes to order their usual. ‘‘Great now we just have to wait for it to get here. Movie night? Or do want to be a video game traitor and kill me again?’’
Once the pizza was ordered — they both liked the same kind, which always made it easy — they took a seat on the couch in the living room to wait for it. “Hey, that was one time,” Archie defended himself with a grin. Or twice, maybe. Sometimes he got into the game and lost track of whether they were playing on the same team or not. “Let’s play video games. I won’t kill you.”
“It doesn´t matter if he did it or not, Archie. Don´t you get it?” Jug sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This whole town has already deemed him guilty, they don´t care who really did it as long as someone is being punished for it.” He glanced back at the other boy. “There´s nothing we can do, Archie.”
“It does matter. The person who really murdered Jason is still out there, and they’ll just get away with it if FP takes the fall. I don’t want that to happen — your dad doesn’t deserve it.” The town was happy to have someone to put the blame on, even if it wasn’t the right person. That didn’t make it right, though. “We need to find out who the actual killer is.” Easier said than done, Archie knew, but it was probably the only way to prove FP’s innocence at this point.
wonder woman was incredible and i loved every second of it.
“There’s that old, clichéd saying “It’s the darkest before the dawn,” But sometimes, there’s just darkness.”
#my favorite thing is how the screencaps illustrate his story starts out red and predictable #a stable color he’s used to seeing in innocent settings #his hair color the nickname they give him #but it slowly evolves into blue #a color archie knows nothing about #a sadness he’s learning one tragedy at a time #until he’s left in a scene of both #who he was and who he’s about to become
i’m managing to reply to ims in a timely manner & i’m like “who am i???” because usually it’s the biggest Struggle for me to like, actually talk to people. i’m lame but i’m super excited about writing archie! also this morning i found $20 i somehow forgot about in my wallet and my whole day was immediately made.
because sometimes what’s left to the imagination is much more terrifying.
“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” “I just heard something… Something bad…” “Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” “What’s all this blood?!” “Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” “You should probably sit down for this.” “Please tell me you forgive me!” “I can’t live without you!” “Oh god, It was a mistake coming here… I’m sure of it.” “What the hell happened to you?!” “Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for hours!” “You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore!” “I knew not to trust you!” “What’s that in your bag…? Is that–? Tell me it’s not!” “Is this what a dislocated shoulder feels like?!” “How could you do this to me?!” “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare!” “I feel weird… what was in that drink…?” “I don’t want to leave you, but you’re not really giving me another option.” “Please… you’re scaring me…” “Ssh, I heard something again. How aren’t you hearing it? It was loud… and getting closer.” “Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” “I came as soon as I could! Did he/she get to you already?” “I don’t know whether I want to do this. I don’t know whether I CAN do this.” “Do you remember anything?” “You have to tell me who did this to you!” “No, no, I’m not alright. I’m definitely not alright.” “What’s your fucking problem?!” “Are you crying?” “You’re freaking me out! Please calm down!” “I’m leaving. And I’m not intending to come back.” “You… are dying?” “Did you drink the whole bottle while tripping? Seriously?” “Do you have a deathwish or something? Jesus!” “Ever been held at gunpoint? Want to know what it feels like?” “Stop screaming! Shh, calm down! You have to keep quiet!” “When’s the last time you slept?”.
below are starters based on/inspired by various sources. change the genders as you see fit ;)
my 2yo niece woke me up way too early this morning so i am tired af and have no motivation to do things. if we’re being honest, i’m probably just gonna end up watching netflix in bed until i fall asleep. i am in the mood for some post-finale angst, though — or just angst in general tbh, i love that shit — so hmu if you’re interested!
“Dude – you should have said that an hour ago. My stomach is trying to eat itself,” Jughead said, pushing himself out of the kitchen chair. He grabbed Archie’s jacket from the bannister in the hallway, tossing it lightly through the air towards his friend. “This one’s on me too, okay? My foster family is actually giving me an allowance.”
@aandrcws – continued from [x]
Archie caught his jacket, pulling it on as he stood up. He’d admit that he was starving, too — but food was imminent, so he was fairly certain they’d both live. They headed out the door, on their way to the diner they probably spent most of their lives at. “Yeah? Sounds like they’re pretty nice.”