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Bughead detective agency.
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Less is more.
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Loving you is a bloodsport.
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Rare moments of bughead at school.
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[insp.]
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#snuggle bunnies
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MAN & WOLF
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Jughead 1x07/2x19.
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Another absolutely wonderful chapter of an absolutely wonderful fic! 💜💜As usual I can’t wait for the new one, I’ve got too many questions that need answers :))
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Wicked by AdamantEve
“Be a witch they cannot burn.”
― Nichole McElhaney, A Sisterhood of Smoke and Ash
Betty dreamed that she was standing from the balcony of Thornhill, overlooking Riverdale and wondering what dark secrets it kept. She dreamt about her Blossom cousins and her mother, father, and siblings. She dreamt about Slayers–not just Jughead–as she passed them by on the street, each of them looking at her with suspicion and wonder. She dreamt about unfamiliar libraries filled with leatherbound books and artifacts with strange magic. She dreamt about stepping outside of her own body and seeing herself, unsure of what was to come. And finally, she dreamt of Cheryl, standing by the fireplace in a pretty white dress, holding a candelabra, the fires from each wick roaring even before it hit the ground and set the room in flames.
When Betty woke, she was in her bed and the sun had just peeked out of the horizon.
She felt rested in spite of her strange dreams and she sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She told herself that it was Friday, and that the weekend was upon her. If anything, that meant she could sleep in on Saturday morning.
As she got ready for school, she turned her thoughts to Beltane, which lightened her mood considerably.
Read the rest of Chapter 13: And the Angel Said to the Witch
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Vogue Magazine photoshoot behind the scenes (Mexico - March/2018)
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Juggie 2.18 - 2.19
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