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theindefinitearticle · 9 months
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Impossible to ignore that Archie once again tried to leave town and the town sucked him back in again within hours.
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thestaredown · 11 months
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So we mostly know the 50s through historical accounts and movies naturally (apart from any 70 plus year olds in the audience I suppose)
Some of the stuff happening in this weird 50s makes me wonder if some of these writers sat down with their parents or grandparents and just asked questions as research.
Like it’s not weird this totally happened to my grandpa….and yes my grandmother was that horny it was described to me in excruciating detail it’s completely true to life. Basketball was life.
The thought should not amuse me as much as it does.
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jabitha-endgame · 1 year
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It’s always all about them 😍
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uncleasad · 5 months
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Farewell, Riverdale…
…and The CW, and perhaps TV…
I (finally!) just watched the series finale of Riverdale, and it wrecked me. In retrospect, it seems like it was still too soon, what with the recent rash of deaths (Mrs Carter, Norman Lear, among others) and the year’s losses in my own family. The series went out with a bang, wholly unlike the bang it entered on, but an emotional wallop nonetheless. The first season was gripping and, while I am no television aficionado, one of the most powerful seasons of TV I’ve seen. And then it promptly went off the rails, way off the rails, before finding its way back with the lovely, timely bookend that was this final season. The finale was imperfectly perfect, and while I’m sure we all have little things we’d have liked to have seen (what happened to 1950s Tabitha?) or done differently (Archie Andrews, poet extraordinaire, gave us a final poem that was far more schoolboy—middle school, even—than the meaningful poems he recited over the course of the season), it was, by and large, a fitting capstone to the series—as well as to the The CW that was… It was a poignant reminder that death comes for us all, and that those brief few years when we are all together, taking those first steps towards figuring out who we are and who we will become, neither last—nor can they be recaptured (unless, I suppose, you’re Grandma Betty Cooper and Angel/Narrator Jughead). People grow, move apart, befall tragedy, and never see each other again…
While I still feel that Season 1 was a tighter, more powerful season, this final season felt more timely and relevant. Not only was it a big middle finger to the values and politics of The CW’s new corporate overlord, but the season served as a reminder that our struggles for freedom and equality, to become a better people, are not over. This past year we’ve witnessed a steep backsliding in women’s liberty and bodily autonomy such that what we saw on the screen scarcely felt like a different, bygone era. Hate and discrimination have come roaring back, and while the kids at Riverdale High were making progress—small steps, the beginnings of an avalanche to come in the subsequent decade and beyond—that progress remains very fragile and in need of constant defense.
The series finale brought us happy endings for all three same-sex couples—two of whom were interracial, even!—a definite rarity. And then there was that Quad! On the one hand, I’m a bit miffed that they chickened out on picking endgame, but on the other, I’ve never seen a better, more productive way of chickening out! As someone who had no true ship or OTP in the series, I found most all of the characters’ relationships over the seasons compelling (even Archie and Cheryl, both times…something poignant about the way the two redheads supported each other through situations over which they had little control)…I started the series with that same longing for the BFF that Betty had, fell into Bughead, appreciated the complexities of Archie and Veronica, and enjoyed how Jughead and Tabitha supported and improved each other. Cheryl and Toni was perhaps the relationship closest to my OTP for the series. The chemistry this season between Veronica and Jughead was a revelation—even Jughead and Ethel were a great pairing, albeit far more platonic (at least on Jughead’s part) than Jughead’s other relationships. Could it be that intellectual loner Jughead (Cole) oozes chemistry?! This season also saw the return of Bee and Vee forever, as well as substantiation of the long-simmering attraction so many of us saw, topped off by Betty’s confirmation of their—“more often than you’d expect!”—core pairing within the Quad.
There was a note of wistful sadness to the post-high school lives of the Quad, but those lives felt authentic. Archie was always the one who was going to get married and have the traditional family, passing down the honest, hardworking life and kindness imparted on him by Fred and Mary. Jughead was the loner—and happy that way, surrounded by cultural criticism through his beloved medium of comics. Veronica would be driven, the businesswoman, still Hiram and Hermione’s daughter but with fewer of their character flaws, and perhaps that success was enough for her. Betty was always going to be the modern woman, smashing glass ceilings in a slightly different manner from her raven-haired BFF, and trying—and mostly succeeding—in having it all, a successful career and a family. Even the four best of friends were never all in the same place again, but they all lived full, happy, fulfilled lives, and it’s hard to complain about that.
As hard as it is to picture the put-together, uptight Cheryl Blossom in the hippie/activist scene in California, being with Toni helped her see her privilege and taught her to use it to move the needle, as well as softened her and helped her to free the woman trapped inside, so I can see a trajectory and path of growth that puts her there, arm-in-arm with the woman that she loved. After the ghastly mess after the first time jump, seeing Cheryl and Toni get a happy ending—along with some form of Bee and Vee forever—was my top hope for the final season.
Poor Fangs, lost in Riverdale’s own version of The Day the Music Died (the Ritchie Valens tune playing in The Sweet Hereafter was a nice nod to that, another memento from the town lost in time). But Alice Cooper finally broke the chains of conformity and an unhappy marriage, reconciled with Polly, and had her adventures, becoming the sort of woman she had longed to be, and, somehow, had imparted in her daughters as well. Mary Andrews, too, got her second act, with a woman who walked into her dress shop. Kevin and Clay, living the dream in Harlem, free to be themselves. The biggest shock to me was seeing the dates on Pop Tate’s headstone—1881, part of the first generation born into freedom, yet only two or three lifetimes removed from us. That’s how recent the 19th Century was, even now, a quarter of the way into the 21st. You may know someone living today who lived part of their life alongside a relative who was born in the 19th Century…in the aftermath of the Civil War, perhaps even before the Centennial of our Republic.
And so it goes. As Riverdale exits stage left after its most activist season, holding a mirror not just to our past but also to our present, so does The CW we knew and (mostly) loved. That network has been replaced by a vehicle for a bizarre mix of thinly-veiled right-wing and conservative-Christian propaganda, low-brow, sex-sells, low-budget knockoff reality shows, and cheap Canadian and British imports. (Sorry, Canada. But Burden of Truth was great, and Family Law is interesting—and probably the most progressive thing on The CW anymore.) And, with those exits, so goes the likelihood I’ll watch much television in the future. Broadly speaking, it feels like Hollywood has ceded the younger demographic The CW once programmed for to Netflix and its “20 episodes and cancellation” mantra, a horrible way to sustain a work of art or entertainment, but a fantastic way to poison a generation on episodic visual storytelling. I haven’t been aware of anything on SyFy (another former mainstay of mine) that seemed interesting in nearly a decade, and I’m not a procedurals and sitcoms kind of person. In tandem with the studios’ failure to negotiate, and therefore subjecting their fall season—and us—to a strike (which the writers and actors won, hooray!🎉), this may have been the longest period of time I’ve gone without watching a television series. What incentive do I have to seek out visual entertainment when I’ve survived for months without it? I suddenly see why so many people are eliminating their TV service….
But I’m not here to bury television, only to bid adieu to a lovely season of television and a series that, though uneven, in its moments was great, and a finale that hit all the right notes and landed every breath-stealing punch with grace and love. Farewell, Riverdale, and may we meet again one day in The Sweet Hereafter…
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foreternitysblog · 5 months
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Me: *trying to write replies on discord and struggling*
Jughead: Why are you trying to write on discord when you should be writing more for me? What am I too much of a weirdo for you to write?
Me: *deep sigh* Fine okay I’ll work on you next.
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conscriptur · 6 months
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percentstardust · 1 year
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🫵 you my mutual should interact with sam.
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enigmaticvariation · 9 months
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as a jughead connoisseur for most of my life my view of him is that in the comic universe he's aro/ace, because I really like the chip zdarsky and ryan north comics where this is explicitly canon, as well as the fact that I appreciate characters who do not care about romance at all and have plot lines very disconnected from it. I am not aro/ace, but I am very romance indifferent and I am normally the only single person among my irl friend group at any given point, so I relate to jughead not giving a shit about any of his friend's romance drama. he's winning the idgaf war. however, in the show riverdale he is so disconnected from comic jughead and the show tries so aggressively to make him act straight despite the fact that at this point every single character is gay or has had at least one gay scene (cole sprouse WILL NOT kiss a man!) it's almost comical. to me it comes off like he's definitely into men but he's too busy being the narrator or whatever tf he does in that show to care. the absence of his gayness makes him gayer.
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thetwistedgeminigirl · 9 months
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Needed to write a post for myself before Riverdale's series finale. I am going on a little trip so I don't know if I'll be able to watch the finale soon.
I discovered Riverdale in 2018, somehow randomly browsing through Netflix. I became hooked instantly with season 1 vibe. I immediately loved Sprousehart (at the time their relationship was already public and in full bloom) and I rediscovered the old crush I had on Cole. That's how I returned to tumblr after a long absence since the TVD finale. I discovered a new fandom and a new funny community.
When SH broke up, I was kind of sad because at the time I was going through a rough patch myself in my relationship. Later on, my relationship dissolved as well so the Sh breakup, weirdly enough, was like a warning for me personally (don t ask why, just a vibe).
This show has been amazing and also bad and bananas, batshit crazy, nonsensical and all at once. Yet I have watched religiously and even though I am less emotionally connected to it now, I am nostalgic that it's coming to it (long awaited) end. I assume the finale will be unsatisfying and I have made peace with that, as my expectations for this show are nonexistent at this point. I might still be mad at it though. Whatever it is, RIP Riverdale. Thank you for being my guilty pleasure. Whoever will ask if this show is worth it, I will say yes, but it's really bad.
I will continue to follow Cole post the ending and looking forward to a new trashy teen show to fangirl about.
That's it, that's the post.
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devilsnare · 10 months
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  ミ ✉ @southsideborn asked ➼ ❛ come in me. i need you to fill me up. ❜
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  Aegon wouldn’t deny her request. He rocked his hips back and forth gaining speed and letting go. Moans escaped from both of their lips, filling JB’s small bedroom. ❝ Uhhhhh…fuck ❞ his hot breath tickled her ear as cum filled her up. He stayed there for a few more moments, his muscles begging for a break, before rolling over onto his side. 
  This was what he liked most, sex. It was simple. It was easy. He liked being the provider of pleasure, to give someone exactly what they want. The praising moans and muffled curses would get him higher than any drug. It wasn’t pills, or weed, or coke that Aegon Targaryen was addicted to, it was 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞.
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unproduciblesmackdown · 10 months
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there to see summer stock...
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jandjsalmon · 2 years
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If given the choice of where to reset the timeline in Riverdale, I hope Jughead chooses to save Polly.
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loyalvarsity · 1 year
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ P A L A D I N
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ [ pal - a - din ] ⠀ noun
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ the LEADING champion of a cause .
literate novella indie selective headcanon heavy portrayal of ARCHIBALD ANDREWS of the CWs RIVERDALE & ARCHIE COMICS . written by vodka (-18)
dossier . instagram .
blog under construction, still trying to figure out the mechanics of creating a roleplay blog.
main blog / interacts from @eastvillages
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---- Starter Call ;
❤️ this post to get a random length starter with Young Morticia. :)
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randomestroleplays · 1 year
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𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔶𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔴𝔰 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢
    It hurt her to think about it, to imagine going back to a life without Archie.  She would miss him – she already missed him, and he was standing right in front of her.  She missed the feeling of security that used to come with his presence, the knowledge that he would never let anything bad happen to her.  She would miss making breakfast together, dancing around the kitchen as they cooked.  She would miss their sleepovers, climbing into his bed after a nightmare or staying up all night catching up on their lives, until she was too tired to return to the other room.  More than anything, though, she would miss having a big brother.  
            She would even miss her tentative friendship with Veronica, the evenings spent playing dress up with her and Kevin, the group chat they’d shared.  She remembered the SoDale Open House, how Veronica had trusted her, and only her, to protect her from Nick St Clair.  She remembered the Matchelorette party, and the games of Secrets And Sins, even the outfits that still lived in the back of Jughead’s closet.  She had thought that maybe she could be friends with the heiress, but Veronica had actively and enthusiastically assisted her father, and Amy could no longer be sure if their friendship had ever been genuine, or if she had always been laying the groundwork for Hiram.
            She wouldn’t miss Betty, though.  Would never miss the judgemental stares and holier-than-thou hypocrisy.  She wouldn’t miss the way the blonde thought that a single speech made up for a lifetime of derision towards the Southside, wouldn’t miss the way she talked about Amy or her partners.
            But she would miss Jughead, if he chose the blonde.  She would miss everything about the boy, from his beanie to his literary references to the way he always pushed his plate closer to her when she wasn’t eating.  She would miss the flirting and how easily he blushed and the way he fit so perfectly with them, as if they were always meant to be five – or six, once Joaquin was back with them.  She would miss the way he defended her to the other Serpents, even before they had become friends, and the way that he always seemed to know what she needed to hear.  She would miss being on the same wavelength as him, working as a perfect team without needing to talk about it.  She would miss –
            Her train of thought was interrupted by Jughead catching her eye, watching her with obvious concern, and Amy realized something.  He hadn’t chosen, yet.  She hadn’t lost him, and maybe she wouldn’t. 
multifandom / riverdale / oc friendly (X)
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pluttskutt · 2 years
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if i write for my series it's a fantasy novel with badass characters n adventures n magic but if i write piano man it's a gay tragedy with passionate musicians like do you see my dilemma
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