#southsidelover

[diego-silva]

closed starter @carinaxaraya​ carina’s home southside

love doesn’t go away. like life, it can only change into something that looks different and feels different but unlike life, it doesn’t stop. helping carina settle into her new home is the least diego can do, even if he hates feeling like a stranger after the previous nine years he was inside. being able to be a part of all of their lives again is the reward even if it serves a reminder of his stupidity. ‘ab loves her new room...isaac just kinda grunted which i think means he likes it.’ he sighs, after helping each child unpack the last of their boxes. he returns to carina to see if there’s anything else that needs organizing but he’s certain she’s got it covered. ‘what’s led strip lights? i immediately thought abril wants her room like a strip club so i said no and she told me off. i feel like i missed something.’

#chat #carinaxaraya #AAAA SO EXCITED

[mcrozovas]

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒  𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐃𝐀𝐘  ,  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃  𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋  𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐊  𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅  𝐓𝐎  𝐈𝐓𝐒  𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒  ,  the  grisha  ,  tired  spent  and  used  have  been  flogged  ,  mutilated  and  slaughtered  for  what  they  were  .  it’s  at  the  sight  of  another  lost  to  the  wars  of  another  man  ,  another  country  that  he’s  decided  this  is  the  time  to  rise  .  FOR  HE  IS  AS  PATIENT  as  he  is  coated  in  the  very  shadows  that  ripple  across  his  skin    .  he  turns  somewhat  ,  the  dim  gloomy  light  casting  darkness  of  it’s  own  across  her  features  and  offers  ,  not  a  smile  nor  frown  ,  but  the  look  of  pure  complacency  that  this  was  the  direction  he  was  going  to  take  .  ❛      we  cannot  live  like  this  forever  .  no  matter  what  they  say  -----  their  wars  do  not  belong  to  us  .        ❜  it  is  no  wonder  he’s  attempted  once  already  to  drown  them  wholly  into  the  darkness  .  

@southsidelover​    ----- starter call !

#southsidelover #« fine ; make me your villain !! » int. 〈 all 〉

[serpentsprincearchive]

The final chance she gave him seemed to be a much-needed wake-up call, he was not sure what urged him to change – the broken nose that Sweet Pea decided he needed or the shade of desperation he had seen on Toni’s face. He wasn’t sure what it was but now he was a different man, a better man who could compare to the naïve boy with dreams who once set his foot in the big city of New York. Now, he had a job and his loans were taken care of two months ago. Now, he was no longer useless and he could say that he took a meaningful part in Toni’s life. He had to make it up to her, she deserved it. And that’s what Christmas was for.

She was gone for two days, he didn’t understand why or where exactly, all he knew was that medical personal was needed and it was a good experience, so he urged her to go even though it means he had to be deprived of the only company he had. Loneliness was not something that scared him before, he welcomed it with opened arms and called it home before but now it was scaring. However, he managed to make himself busy. They weren’t festive, especially in the past few years Christmas was forgotten – they didn’t have enough time to celebrate. Yet, this year was different and he wanted to show her that this change was good. So while she was gone, he decorated the whole apartment and turned it into a place which looked as if it was visited by Santa himself and all of his little elves. He managed to find the perfect Christmas tree and even put a few presents under it. Was he proud of himself? Not exactly.He had many Christmas to make up for but this was still something. Something which he couldn’t give her before.

She was going to come back one day before Christmas Eve, so on that day, he took a day off. He made sure that their place was clean and neat before he started making lunch. A homemade meal was something she’d definitely enjoy. She was the only person he had left and he was not sure why he felt as if he was slowly falling for her. Was that even possible? Was his heart fooled by the fact that she was the only one who was going to be there? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t want to even think about it yet. The only thing that mattered was making sure that her dreams would come true and that he would no longer be a burden. When the lunch was ready, he sat on the couch, constantly checking the clock on his phone. He was growing impatient, eyes glued to the door as he waited for the arrival of Toni Topaz.

@southsidelover​

#southsidelover

[addictedtofiction03]

I miss the fucking Serpents. Give me my Serpents back.

#jughead jones #sweet pea #betty cooper #southside serpents #riverdale southside #southsidelover #the Serpents

[prcsopamoved]

❛    i’ve  come  too  far  to  see  the  end  now  !      ❜

@southsidelover​   ----- starter call !  ( imaginedragons - nothing left to say )

#southsidelover #file:// yukio #to be tracked #admin:// queue

[yourpaljughead]

for @southsidelover​ | season 4 “wicked little town“

Shaking, shaking, shaking.

His hands were trembling in anger, the metal rings he adorned his hands with clinking from the vibration, grasping the hatch door until it swung shut. WHAM — a ceremonial sealing of his biggest fears, of the things that kept him up at night when Betty was fast asleep in his arms, or the haunting dreams that plagued when he did manage to fall asleep.

He wasn’t good enough, never would be. Jughead Jone was merely clay to be moulded into the perfect boyfriend, perfect friend — perfect son. The only place he ever felt free to be reckless, angry, exuberant ? With the Serpents, with a best friend he hadn’t called in months and yet now, in the air of cold heartache, he called now.

            ❛ I’m all sewn up, ❜ he muttered to himself, the melancholy thick in his tone now that the anger had run its course. He sat on the cold metal of the hatch door looking out into the forest, thankful it was quiet and dark, that no one could see the anguish on his face.

He’d had this fight with Betty before, but never had words slipped from her mouth like they had tonight, never had something struck the chord of fear he so anxiously ran from — THIS DEAD END JUGHEAD.

#→ riverdale verse: season four ( once the sun sets this is what happens in riverdale ) #→ ( southsidelover // open your heart up to me — life is but a dream then so are we ) TONI & JUGHEAD #→ ( i bury hatches but i keep maps of where i put them ✷ ) YOURPALJUGHEAD — THREADS #southsidelover

[xoruzhiye]

@southsidelover  ❤  ’d !

𝐈𝐓  𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒  𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒  𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍  𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒   ,  a  good  soldier  ,  the  loyal  friend  .  yes  ,  he  wants  to  be  all  of  those  things  ,  but  the  path  in  which  he  gets  there  is  a  long  one  ----  if  anyone  ,  he  hopes  she  would  understand  .  ❛  i’m  just  tired  of  trying  to  be  what  everyone  else  expects  me  to  be     ❜              

#southsidelover #〈 file 〉 ● ● ● interactions #i wasn't sure if you wanted to go back to old times or go with your updated verse !

[theirlamentarchivedblog]

(  🍦 : robin : @southsidelover​ )

liked this post for a starter

The teenager usually wasn't much for affection but at that moment she just really needed to know that someone cared. Anyone. She’d long ago forgotten what just having a hug felt like. "I just want to be held for a little while." Robin's words were soft. "Just...everything hurts." She felt comfortable enough with the other to admit such a thing and that was saying a lot. Normally she didn’t trust anyone and with good reason. 

She wasn't going to come out and say it but it was another night where things had gotten a little too rough at home. Even if violence was a part of her everyday life it still didn't mean she ever really got used to it. Curling just a little closer into the warmth of the others embrace she finally allowed her tired eyes to close. She felt safe and that was also an unfamiliar feeling to her. 

#( 🍦 : robin : interactions ) #( 🍦 : robin : closed starter ) #( 🖤 : all closed starters ) #( ❌ : triggering content ) #southsidelover #( i gave you this one because your rules said you didn't mind dark themes. if you want something else let me know ) #( robin x toni )

[devoutconfidence]

@southsidelover didn’t ask for this but have it anyway.

Helena headed over to the house she thought Toni was staying in. It had been a while since they’d last talked, and she anted to check on Toni and make sure she was okay. They weren’t exactly friends, but Helena thought they were on good enough terms that checking on her well being wouldn’t be looked down upon. She reached out to knock on the door and waited to see if someone would answer.

#semi para #southsidelover #toni #//if this isn't good let me know and i'll tweak it!

[b3ttyc00p3r]

@southsidelover​

It had been a long day. Well, month - really. Betty had been neck deep in research for her latest presentation, she’d missed rehearsals (again) and still had homework to catch up on from the last week. The one saving grace at the end of this otherwise dreary Tuesday, was that she was due to spend the night with her girlfriend. The two had been balancing many spinning plates as of late - leaving very little time for just the two of them. And Betty had made a promise to herself - that she would make time to cherish everything they’d been building together. 

Having rushed around the store to gather bits for dinner, Betty drove over to Toni’s. She’d hidden the car around the back and let herself in with the key she’d been given (following a massive fight with her mother.That night, Toni had come to the rescue and shown Betty what she was welcome under her roof.). The door was shut with a push from her hip as she struggled to carry the bags of groceries over to the kitchen area. She’d also managed to grab some candles to set the mood a little over diner. 

Tonight, Betty was going to surprise Toni - nothing like a home-cooked meal and sparkling apple cider to say I’m sorry for being a lousy girlfriend lately. Roast chicken and potatoes with fresh green veg and cherry cobbler for dessert? That should do it. There was going to be a little bit of grovelling to... Of course. But Betty wasn’t going to be satisfied until Toni knew how much she was valued. 

Things with the girls had happened rather suddenly only 7 months ago. They’d found each other in a trying time and not let go since. They’d opened up to one another, shared sides of themselves that Betty didn’t even know she had. Toni nurtured that side of her - a side Betty liked. A more care free and less tense version of herself - one that was out from under the thumb of her mother. And she hoped that Toni felt that same sentiment or some variant there-of. The two worked constantly to support and love one another, constantly fighting to keep the other’s head above water in this otherwise toxic town... 

Betty loved her. It was that simple. And perhaps she was ready to tell her this. So she set about sorting their romantic dinner in - hair in a low but messy bun, sleeves rolled up, music playing from her phone as she pottered - how very domestic. 

#thread #southsidelover

[itswasteland]

@southsidelover liked for a starter (Tony)

Tony fidgeted with the glove on his left hand, not that it made any difference. He’d always known this was where he’d end up--it was hard to miss the signs, and not because he believed in destiny or fate or any of that crap, just that he and JARVIS had been collectively monitoring the atrophy for years, ever since he’d first damaged his hand in Afghanistan. And then again when Whiplash had fried it out. And again when the Hulk Armor had busted around it. He’d just thought he’d had more time--time to figure out how to be a one-handed engineer. Or to invent himself another hand before the time came. 

But time was the one thing Thanos had made sure they never had. 

Rock music blasted at top volume through the workshop of Avenger’s Tower, though luckily for the rest, the walls were sound-proof. He was reaching for a wrench, Dum-E hovering at the edge of the desk, ready for him to knock everything over--again--when the music cut out, and JARVIS’ voice trilled from above, “An agent from SHIELD is at the door, Sir.” Tony swore and dropped the wrench, which Dum-E, helpfully, caught in his single claw. 

“If it’s Fury, I died, remember?” he mumbled. 

“Your survival has been public knowledge, Sir, covered by the news stations in one hundred and--”

“Whose side are you on, JARVIS?”

“Yours, Sir, Always. It is a Ms. Toni Topaz.” When Tony did not immediately answer, the AI continued, “She is not accompanied with Agent Fury.” 

Tony nodded. “Good name. Let her in.” He rose from the workshop chair, quickly changed his shirt into something less oil and grease stained, and went down to the main hall where they took guests, one of the very few floors that weren’t sealed by clearance. 

#southsidelover #sorry this is long but no need to match length #just setting the scene #tony threads #v: after thanos after the endgame #{queue} I will explain it all when we get back. I will draw you pictures I will use puppets

[bringwar]

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒  𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇  𝐀  𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄  𝐁𝐀𝐘  𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖  overlooking  the  sea  .  the  grecian  sun  feels  different  than  that  back  home  in  california  where  the  beat  of  it’s  rays  may  feel  warm  and  comforting  ,  but  they  are  nothing  more  than  dangerous  interludes  to  something  more  lethal  underneath  .  here  ,  there  is  peace  .  

white  curtains  pull  open  ,  quiet  pale  sand  makes  even  the  most  overcast  of  days  seem  all  that  much  brighter  against  his  skin  exposing  each  imperfection  of  scar  tissue  riddling  his  back  that  are  protected  solely  by    the  black  art  tattoos  .  another  mask  ,  none  of  this  should  come  as  a  surprise  .  ❛      do  you  want  some  coffee  ?      ❜  a  pot  has  already    begun  to  brew  as  he  settles  himself  to  face  her  .  cool  villa  sheets  ,  more  white  to  act  as  a  mirror  image  to  the  carnage  shared  between  the  both  of  them  and  she’s  intertwined  within  them  ----  but  they  know  one  another  ,  each  mark  meant  to    hide  something  else  .  

@southsidelover​   —  starter call !

#southsidelover #« no one made me - i made me !! » int. 〈 all 〉 #« i am the monster you created !! » verse 〈 mafia 〉 #just kind of hopping ahead from the last thread tbh !

[aeipathisms]

💌

                HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY ! ♡

hi!!! first i’m so sorry i’m a garbage human at getting around to setting up our plots here & on your multi slkdgs. you’re a saint for being so patient and I can’t wait actually collaborate with you again!! I love having you on my dash and your portrayal of toni is so good ❤️❤️❤️ thank you for existing!!!

#southsidelover #▸ you ain't never had a friend like me | promos . #▸ valentines posi 2020 .

[ourpyrrhicvictory]

@southsidelover​ | plotted starter | marcus & toni. 

❛    tryin’ to sneak up on me ?  ❜ 

it’s easy now , with the snow this deep and the fog this thick. it’s why he’s given up attempting to do much flying , the rest of the team having long since resigned to the warmth of the common room. marcus always hangs back , giving himself time to come down from the demands of captain and finding a balance within himself. he reckons dinner’s about to end soon , but that’s alright. there’s always something. always , at least for him. 

but she comes out of the mist as though she’s expected him to be here , as if she knows he’s content with missing dinner , as if she’s got something in mind that will both surprise and confuse him. and — well , he’s ready. the effect is instantaneous , and one would think he’d only just touched foot back on the ground with how quick his heart is beating , how fast is blood is pumping. he feels renewed under that coy gaze , but he gives nothing away. not yet. 

❛    what are you looking for out here ? trouble ?  ❜ 

#southsidelover #threads. #i. threads: marcus flint. #i. southsidelover threads: marcus & toni 001.

[prcsopamoved]

❛    i'm  dying  to  see  how  this  one  ends    ❜

@southsidelover​  ---- starter call ! ( taylor swift , blank space )

#southsidelover #file:// fish.mooney #to be tracked #admin:// queue

[serpentsprincearchive]

♜ : Shoulder rubs

No matter how complicated their relationship looked from outside of their apartment, in the eyes of Sweet Pea or in the eyes of the neighbors who probably wondered what a girl with a future found in him, it was simple. The light was dim, it was almost dark if it wasn’t for her bright locks, she was unable to see the exhaustion preying over his face and yet, the moment he sat on the couch, he felt her fingers slowly taking the tension worth of a month without a day off and 14 working hours. Perhaps it was in the way he greeted her or the kiss was too slow, too gentle. He wasn’t sure but she just knew what he needed, like she always did.

Being taken care of was something he wasn’t used to, at first he didn’t want it but that’s what she has been doing since they’ve escaped their past.  One day, instead of protesting, he welcomed it and since then he decided he was lucky. His eyes closed as he smiled. “ What am I going to do without you Topaz?”he questioned but he didn’t really want to find out. He knew he didn’t want to find out. And after a few more moments where he was losing himself in her gentle touch and the sound of her heartbeat, he slowly turned around, taking her hands in his. That was enough. It was her turn. “ How was your day?” He gently squeezed her hands, bringing it to his lips so he could kiss it and then wrap pull her into his embrace. He was tired but he was ready to listen, every single word. For he was never too tired for her, his stories  and her excitement every time he came home.

@southsidelover

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