Friday, January 12.

This jug is pretty, pretty smug.

And that there is the long and short of it. You either like it or you don't. Think what you want, the jug careth not. Just look at it

hoy entrenamos chica

ch 3 preview

because i’m feeling blocked today but it’s comin along, slowly but surely~

In bed now, Betty nuzzles in closer to Jughead despite her anxiety and wonders if she should do the painstaking thing of separating herself from the person she wants to be close to most in the world. They’ve been skirting around everything all weekend so far. Should she move before he sees them in this compromising position? 

She doesn’t get a chance to find out. Because then Jughead stirs, Betty’s heart stopping in her throat at the sleepy smile on his face. (It reminds her of too much, but most vividly she remembers the first time they ever fell asleep together accidentally in his trailer sophomore year. She shudders: while investigating the Black Hood.)

“We slept,” Jughead says softly. And then, “it never fails, huh?” He doesn’t say anything about the fact that Betty is nestled in his arms, just plays with the hair at the nape of her neck like he used to do. As if this is still natural. Maybe it still is.

“After all these years,” Betty says, greedily taking him in. He looks especially vulnerable bathed in the morning light coming in through the windows. They’d forgotten to draw the curtains the night before. 

“I gotta say, that movie felt a lot deeper when we were teenagers,” Jughead says and she feels his laughter vibrating, they’re so close.

Betty bursts out laughing too, burying her head into his chest again, hiding. It’s all too much and not enough at once. She wants to tell him everything.

“Betty,” Jughead says lowly, and Betty immediately recognizes his bedroom voice. It stirs something in the pit of her stomach she’d almost forgotten was there.

She lifts her face from his chest and almost forgets to breathe at the intensity in those blue eyes she’d memorized for her dreams. “Yeah, Jug?”

“Last night was...really fun.”

Betty nods, thinking back to playing skeeball and joking around while she rolled joints. “It really was,” she says. “I always have fun with you. I mean, I always have.”

Jughead shoots her one of those signature goofy grins. She forgets how much he always used to bask in her praise, too.

Jughead runs his hands up Betty’s back as if about to pull away from her and Betty feels sad at the thought. Is this all temporary? But then he says, “I thought maybe...we could wake and bake together.”

Betty smiles, her worst fears unfounded. Jughead had always been the one who could best soothe her tendency to overthink. 

Jughead’s watching her when he softly adds, “if you still like to do that.”

~

the talk cometh

catch up: if it feels like a home, chapter 1 & chapter 2. chapter 3 coming soon.

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For @riverdale-events Camp Riverdale: Session Two, Theme Two: Bed Sharing

Endless thanks to the lovely @elizabethbettscooper for the DREAM aesthetic for this fic!

THE MEADOWS IN SPRING

'Tis a dull sight To see the year dying, When winter winds Set the yellow wood sighing: Sighing, oh! sighing. When such a time cometh, I do retire Into and old room Beside a bright fire: Oh, pile a bright fire! And there I sit Reading old things, Of knights and lorn damsels, While the wind sings— Oh, drearily sings! I never look out Nor attend to the blast; For all to be seen Is the leaves falling fast: Falling, falling! But close at the hearth, Like a cricket, sit I, Reading of summer And chivalry— Gallant chivalry! Then with an old friend I talk of our youth! How 'twas gladsome, but often Foolish, forsooth: But gladsome, gladsome! Or to get merry We sing some old rhyme, That made the wood ring again In summertime— Sweet summertime! Then go we to smoking, Silent and snug: Nought passes between us, Save a brown jug— Sometimes! And sometimes a tear Will rise in each eye, Seeing the two old friends So merrily— So merrily! And ere to bed Go we, go we, Down on the ashes We kneel on the knee, Praying together! Thus, then, live I, Till, 'mid all the gloom, By heaven! the bold sun Is with me in the room Shining, shining! Then the clouds part, Swallow soaring between; The spring is alive, And the meadows are green! I jump up, like mad, Break the old pipe in twain, And away to the meadows, The meadows again!

-- Edward Fitzgerald

Jughead flexed his fingers on the steering wheel of his dad’s old truck as he drove to Betty Cooper’s house to pick her up. 

For their first date. 

Date. 

It’s not like he was nervous or anything. No. No. Not nervous. Excited, he was really excited to see Betts. It took them a solid hour to disentangle themselves from their heated make out session last night.  

Terrified was probably a bit more accurate of a statement but he certainly wasn’t nervous. Having never been on an actual date before, he felt a certain amount of pressure to get it right. A woman like Betty had undoubtedly been on some spectacular first dates, according to her file she’d dated the son of a Senator for several months while getting her DNP at George Washington. Prior to that, she dated a guy in college that had went on to win a Nobel Prize. 

Jughead sighed in premature defeat. How could this be both the best and the absolute worst idea of his life? 

When she had come into the Whyte Wyrm last night, something in him snapped. His resolve to keep her at a distance, to prevent the inevitable heart break of their star-crossed interest (he would not call it love) crumbled the moment she’d fallen into his arms and looked up at him with those green doe-eyes. He knew how this would end; Betty would discover the Serpents dealt drugs (weed, cocaine, pills-not heroine, he had no interest in doing business with Clifford fucking Blossom), laundered money, and lifting cars or other stolen electronics...and she’d leave. 

Predestination at its cruelest. 

Jughead crossed the tracks into the Northside, sighing as he recalled a conversation he’d had with his dad not all that long ago. 

“Do you regret it? I mean, I know you don’t regret Jellybean and I, but taking that out of the equation...if you had known exactly how your marriage with Mom would have played out, would you have changed things?”

His dad smiled behind the Plexiglas, prison had aged him. “Nah, not for a minute. Despite knowing the journey and where it leads, I’d embrace it.”

Jughead threw his car into park when he reached Betty’s quaint town home, the porch lighting up the steps to her door. There he was, two paths laid before him. 

He could put his car back into gear, drive out of the Northside and never think back on Betty Cooper or he could get out of the truck and embrace their ill-fated romance.

It is a risk to love.

What if it doesn’t work out?

“Fuck it.” He grunted with a shake of his head. 

Shutting off the engine, Jughead all but jumped from the truck’s cab and skipped to Betty’s door and knocked. 15 seconds later, the door opened and all his anxiety melted away at her happy smile. 

Ah, but what if it does?

“Hello stranger.” She greeted. 

“Hey there, Juliet.” He grinned back. “Ready to go?”

“Er-well, I’m not dressed yet. Sorry, I had the twins today and Polly, my older sister, was a bit late getting here hence the mess-”

Jughead interrupted her rant with a laugh. “Actually, what you’re wearing is perfect for what I’ve got planned.”

Betty gave him a bemused smile. “I can’t even remember the last time I wore jeans and a t-shirt on a first date.”

“Well I highly recommend it. You look hot, didn’t peg you for a Ramones girl.” 

The blonde rolled her eyes, letting out a light laugh and slipping on a black jacket. “I’ll meet you outside, I’ve got to refill Huck’s water bowl real quick.”

“You have a dog?” He marveled. 

“And a cat, Ebenezer, but everyone calls him Scrooge. I’d introduce you, but I think meeting the kids is a bit much on the first date, wouldn’t you agree?”

He smirked. “Sure thing, Betts. I’ll meet you in the truck.”

Two minutes later, Betty had her small cross body bag slung across her shoulder and locked the door behind her, jumping in the cab. 

“1975 Chevy Cheyenne. Th350 Transmission?” 

Oh God, it was too late. He was already falling in love with Elizabeth Jane Cooper. 

“It was my Dad’s.”

“Nice! I’m fixing up my Pa’s old truck. Maybe I’ll show it to you one of these days.” She grinned. “So, Where are we off to tonight?”

“It’s a surprise. You’ll just have to wait and see.”

“I loath surprises.” 

“I figured you would.” He taunted. 

“Okay, I amend my previous statement.” Betty relented. “I hate surprises unless they result in my absolutely owning your ass in Bowling.”

“Did your mother not tell you it was impolite to gloat?” Jughead retorted good naturedly, sipping on his beer. He had to admit, the night was going well. Really well. Also he didn’t mind the view of Betty’s backside bowling offered him. They’d just finished their third round of bowling at Kings Bowling Alley’s and decided to get some surprisingly decent bowling alley food. 

Betty snorted delicately, sitting close beside him and taking a sip of her own beer. “My mother is the queen of gloating, when Polly got pregnant, she just about lost her mind at all the crow she had to eat after spouting out her holier than thou dogma’s. It was even worse when the town found out my mom had gotten pregnant in high school with my brother, Chic, and gave him up for adoption.” 

“How old was your sister when she had the twins?” He inquired. 

“A month before her seventeenth birthday. You would think it would have been traumatizing, but they were angels. I mean we fully anticipated no sleep for the first year of their lives, surprisingly they both slept and ate on the same schedule so it really didn’t cause too much of a fuss.” She glittered talking about her niece and nephew. “Of course it didn’t hurt that their father is Jason Blossom and you know, loaded. So there were no shortages of Nannies.”

Jughead choked on his beer. “Your sister’s baby daddy is a Blossom?”

Betty nodded, popping a french fry in her mouth. “Yeah, they eloped when she was three months along. I’m surprised you don’t know, feels like everyone knows about the ‘scandalously patched up marriage of the Cooper girl and the Blossom boy.’”

“You don’t like him?” Jug asked. 

“No, it’s not that. I actually really like Jason. He was a douche before he and Polly got together, but once he found out about she was pregnant, it was like nothing else mattered. Frankly, you couldn’t ask for a better guy for your big sister.” 

“Are you and your brother close?” 

Betty nodded with a smile. “Chic’s the best. He’s an architect in Boston, I see him and his family three or four times a year. Polly and Jason are adamant about the twins spending as much time as possible with their cousins.”

“Sounds like one big happy family.” He chuckled. 

Betty rolled her eyes knowingly. “Anyway, what about you? Any siblings?”

“One, I have a little sister, Jellybean.”

“Jellybean?” Betty exclaimed amused. “Dare I ask how she garnered such a colorful nickname?”

“It was her first word.” Jughead couldn’t suppress the smile that played his lips talking about his sister. ‘But she prefers to be called JB.”

“Understood.” Betty replied with mock seriousness, earning a bigger smile from Jughead. “How old is she?”

“Same age as you, 26. She’s a graphic designer for this big firm in San Francisco. I go out and see her every couple of months and she usually comes home for Thanksgiving or Christmas.” 

“Is she married?”

Jughead scoffed. “No, but she’s been dating the same guy since her Freshman year of college. He’s an accountant.”

“Sounds like an odd match.”

“Well, you know what they say.” He smirked. “Opposites attract.” 

He got the feeling that she wanted to ask about his parents, but she never did. Almost as if she silently understood he would talk about that when he was ready. 

Betty matched his smirk. “Ready for me to kick your ass in the arcade?” 

“Pride cometh before the fall, Betts.” He countered. “Also, I’m the air hockey master.”

“Psssh, anyone can knock a plastic disk around. The real test of skill is Skee-ball.”

“Let me guess, you’re the reigning champion of your college town?”

“You know it.” She winked. 

He wasn’t exactly sure how it had happened, but Betty Cooper was straddling his lap in the cab of his truck and they were kissing with reckless abandon outside her house. 

At some point after Jughead won air hockey and had Betty obliterated him at skee-ball, their flirtatious banter lead to hands being laced and a hot spark was ignited between the two. They’d somehow gotten their shoes back from the bowling alley, made it to the truck and drive back home to her house without jumping each others bones. 

After he threw the truck in park, it was a coin toss as to who had started kissing whom first. 

Betty was nibbling on his lip and his hands found their way to her hips, grinding her against him. Her breathless sigh as he trailed hot open mouth kisses down her neck spurred him on. She let out a delicate gasp of delight as he shifted them so that she was on her back, Jughead settled between her legs and kissing her deeply. 

“Mmmmm...Jug.” She whimpered as he’d ran his hand over the flesh of her flat abdomen, his other hand fisted in her loose blonde curls. A shiver ran down his spine at the sound of his name leaving her lips. 

“Christ, you’re beautiful, Betts.” He ground out, feeling her fingers rake through his hair. His dark blue eyes locked with her hazy jade green one’s. 

“So are you.” She smiled, her thumb brushing his cheek. 

“Your hands are cold.” He grinned. 

Betty laughed pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Yours, by comparison, are very warm.”

“Could just be because I’m groping your ass, which by the way, very nice.”

“Glad to have your stamp of approval.” She grinned wider, smacking him playfully on the arm. “Maybe it’s because you’re just a good person? Aren’t all the best people the warmest?” 

“Surely not, by that logic you could pass for the White Witch of Narnia.” 

“C.S. Lewis? My, my, you’re full of surprises, Jughead Jones.” She brushed a curl from his forehead. “I’m more of a Tolkien reader myself.”

“Me too, but I used to read the Chronicles of Narnia to JB when she was little.”

“You love her a lot, don’t you?” Her eyes shone with warmth and admiration and for a second, The King of the Serpents truly believed he was good. 

“She’s the only family I have left.” He said, nuzzling her neck, lightly nipping at the skin.  

Betty hummed in understanding, running a had gently across his side beneath his black leather jacket. They stayed like that for a long while, kissing lazily and memorizing the shape of each other, talking about their favorite music, books, and exchanging a few funny stories about their childhood’s and Betty’s travels. 

“I feel like I’m in high school again.” He chided. “Making out with a cheerleader in my Dad’s truck.”

“Would it surprise you to learn that I was, in fact, a River Vixen?”

Jughead groaned. “Please tell me you still have the uniform?”

Betty gave him a saucy smile. “Sadly, no. I also wasn’t a cheerleader in College. I ran track and swam.” 

“Oh, so there’s still hope of seeing you in short shorts?”

“In November? I think not.” She countered. “But there’s always the chance of yoga pants...”

“You’re killing me, smalls.” 

He noticed Betty glanced at the time on the truck console. “Yikes, it’s 2am, I have to be at work in five hours.”

“I didn’t think you normally worked the day shift?”

“I don’t, but one of the charge nurses is having a baby as we speak so they asked if I could fill in on the day shift for the next nine weeks.” She said. “It’s not too bad, honestly, it’s just not nearly as exciting.”

“Adrenaline junkie?” He mused. 

“If the shoe fits.” Betty smarted back. “Walk me to my door?”

Jughead nodded, placing one last kiss on her petal pink lips before removing himself off top of her and getting out of the truck, opening the door on her side for her. Betty smiled shyly, lacing their hands together for the short walk to her house. Unlocking the door, she turned around and laid and kissed him again, allowing Jughead to deepen it, cupping her face in one hand and using the other to wrap around her waist. Betty responded in kind, running her hands up his chest, fingers toying with the curls at the nape of his neck. Once they were once more out of breath, they parted. 

“Thank you for tonight, Jughead. I had a lot of fun.”

“I did too.” He murmured. “Have a good day at work...today.”

She bit back a huge grin and nodded, kissing on the corner of his mouth one last time before going in the house and closing the door behind her. 

Jughead had to fight the overwhelming urge to pull a Judd Nelson on the walk back to his truck. 

FP Jones/Andrews family /Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 5

AN: This fic has gotten such a positive reaction and I’m so glad all of you are enjoying it!

Catch up here: (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 1,956 (This chapter is a little short, sorry!)

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic,

“You dragged me over here because you can't find your wallet? That is what you need me for?” You laughed with disbelief, FP only shrugged his shoulders and rose his eyebrows. 

“Hey, the more people, the quicker I find it.” FP said as he continued to look around the trailer to which looked like a bomb site.

You wanted to say some snarky comment about him having any other friends but in all honesty you were happy he had called you and even thought of you when it came down to something like this. 

You decided to take the bedroom since FP was already scattering around the living room and kitchen. 

“So what exactly am I looking for?” You asked as you searched around the room, 

“It’s a wallet, what much else do you want? It looks like a wallet.” FP called back to you. You scoffed, laughing quietly at his response. 

You dug through the piles of clothes that were around the room, checking all pants and jacket pockets just in case and as you went, you gathered all the empty bottles around and threw them in a trash bag. 

You hesitated to look through the drawers and bedside table because a bedroom was so personal to people so decided to leave those to last in hope FP would come before and search in there himself. 

You opened up the closet and searched through the jackets and pants and all the belongings on the floor. 

You held onto the worn leather jacket that belonged to FP with the Sepernts symbol on the back on it and smiled at the memory of wearing it. You didn't realise FP could see you from where he was stood but he could. He smiled as you did, before shaking his head and continued scavenging. 

FP didn’t know what it was but he found you completely unique and was constantly baffled by you, you always wanted help to him with nothing in return, you gave him money that was rightfully yours and you kept him company when he needed it most. He had no idea what he had done to have a girl as beautiful and smart and funny and kind in his life; but that’s the thing, a girl, you were a girl, only eighteen and that’s what stopped him. 

At the back of the closet you noticed a box and being the overly curious and too-nosey-for-your-own-good kind of girl you were, you decided to pull the top off. 

There wasn’t much in there. A high school year book, an old polaroid camera, a photo album and a couple odd nicknacks. 

You flipped through the yearbook until you came across a picture of FP and your jaw hit the floor. 

“FP!” You called him in, staring at the photograph in complete surprise. You thought FP was attractive now, teenage FP was a god. You didn't think your crush could intensify but it did. 

“Yeah? Did you find it?” FP eyes widened when he saw what you had found. “Oh no, no, no, no, no.” FP reached forward to take the yearbook away from you but you hopped up and took the polaroid camera too, aiming it at him. “(Y/n), put the yearbook down. Now.” FP warned you as he neared you. 

You slowly backed up with a mischievous smile locked on your lips. 

“Why?” You clutched the book in your hands, threatening to open it again when FP suddenly lurched forward and tried to snatch it from you. 

You squealed as you fell back, fortunately landing on FP’s bed with him beside you.

He had managed to get the yearbook back but you still had the camera. 

You both laid there, laughing at yourselves. You looked over at FP who was already watching you, and managed to somehow control your laughter. 

There was a moment of silence as you studied the man’s face and to break the silence you lifted the camera and took a picture of FP which erupted the laughter again. 

FP rolled his eyes and took the camera from you. You were surprised it even worked. He took the photo that you took of him and dug it into his back pocket. 

“Here.” He beckoned you closer to him with a nod of his head as he raised the camera above the both of you. You moved so you were under his arm and decided to pull a funny face instead of a smile. 

FP lowered his arm and shook the picture as you waited for it to process. 

You had never seen FP like this before. It was nice. 

You slid off the bed as FP sat up, and you knelt by the box again.

You lifted the photo album and opened it up. 

There were only a few pictures, you didn't really see FP as a photo guy but obviously Jughead’s mom liked to savour the memories. 

There were some baby pictures of Juggy and Jellybean, some pictures of Archie and Jug when they were young, then some pictures of FP and Juggy’s Mom together. 

FP watched you as you flicked through the barely filled book. He watched your smile fade as you eyes caught the pictures of him and his wife. He felt his chest go hollow when you closed the book and pushed a fake smile onto your face. 

You stood and tucked your hair behind your ear then crossed your arms over your chest.

You went to say something but then you suddenly noticed FP’s wallet sticking out from under the bed. 

You dove forward and picked up the tattered wallet and tossed it over to FP. 

“Thanks.” FP chuckled, opening it to check what contents he had inside. 

“I better be going.” You gestured over your shoulder, avoiding any eye contact with the man. 

“Oh, yeah, yeah, sure. Thanks for coming over.” FP stood but you were already by the door by the time he had made his way towards you. 

“No problem, see you around, FP.” You rushed from the house, leaving FP behind. 

The reminder that he still had a family was a slap round the face and you didn't want to be there much longer. After all, how can he like a kid like you?

“Where you been?” Fred asked you as you entered through the front just in time for pizza. 

“Just window shopping. Please tell me you didn't order pineapple on the pizza again.” You got yourself a plate and picked up a slice to which luckily had no pineapple 

“No, I remembered how much you complained about it last time.”Fred told you. 

“Yeah, it was like for three days straight.” Archie teased you, you stuck your tongue out at your brother before scoffing a mouthful of the slice you had. 

You heard the door go and your dad was quick to answer it. 

“Mr. Andrews. Nice haircut. Looking extremely DILF-y today.” a familiar irritating and painful voice echoed down the hall. You almost choked on your pizza at Cheryl’s comment. “Is Archie home?” She asked,

 “Cheryl... Yes. Um, come on in.” Fred invited her inside and she stormed up the hall in her tiny high heels. 

“The icewoman cometh.” Jughead grumbled as you watched her approach like a wolf oncoming it’s prey. 

“Hey Cheryl.” Archie sent a nod her way. 

“As a maj. thank you for coming to the Maple Banquet with me tomorrow I wanted to give you this.” Cheryl placed a guitar case with a shiny red bow on top, onto the counter. She prised back the lid and Archie’s eyebrows shot up. 

“An ‘84 Les Paul in our signature colour. You’re welcome.” Cheryl smiled sickly sweetly at Archie. 

You, Fred and Jug all sat there awkwardly as you watched the two of them. 

“Okay, that’s all. I’m going now. My claustrophobia acts up in small houses.” Cheryl sighed, looking around your home. 

You rolled your eyes and continued to eat your food. 

“See you tomorrow.” Cheryl pecked Archie’s cheek and then trotted back to her mansion. 

“She’s branded you now.” You tapped your cheek to signify the lipstick mark. 

Archie ignored your comment as he wet to test his new guitar. 

“I’d give that back if I were you.” Fred told Archie. 

“Dad, come on. The Blossoms, they're helping me get into that summer music program. Like, the best in the country.” Archie groaned, 

“Since when did the Blossoms ever give a damn about you, Archie?” Fred asked, 

“Well, they think I have potential, Dad.” Archie said just before Jughead said...

“He’s also pimping himself out to Cheryl.”

“The Blossoms tried to run our business into the ground.” Fred reminded Archie that the Blossoms aren't the good guys here. 

“Maybe if you tried talking to Mr. Blossom––” Archie started but Fred soon cut him off. 

“I tried talking to him. He laughed in my face. Don’t think for a second that the Blossoms are looking out for you. They're using you, Archie. They look at us like we’re dirt under their shoe. I’m over it.” Fred left the kitchen with the last word. 

You took your pizza and also left the room to avoid any unwanted sibling discussion.

“Well, don't you look... red.” You smirked as you sat up on the kitchen counter with a spoon in your mouth. Archie had come home earlier than you expected. 

You smile disappeared when you noticed Archie had lipstick smudged over his mouth. “Arch? What happened?” You pulled yourself off the side, and frowned. 

“Just... Cheryl. You and Dad were right, they were just using me to be Cheryl’s arm candy. Cheryl made her move tonight and... and that’s not even the worst part... I might've heard something that puts Veronica’s dad into the list of suspects for Jason’s killer.” Archie glided towards you and took the tub of ice cream from you, grabbing a clean spoon and eating it. 

“Firstly, I can't believe Cheryl did that when you are dating Valerie; actually I can. Secondly, what?! What did you hear?!” You asked, 

“Mr. and Mrs. Blossom were talking and it sounded an awful lot like they were the one’s responsible for sending Ronnie’s dad to jail.” 

You took a moment to think then reached up to rub the lipstick from your brother’s lips with your sleeve since it was bothering you. 

“First things first, you need to talk to Valerie about Cheryl before someone else gets to her first. Then you need to tell Veronica about her dad and Betty and Jughead so they can add him to the murder board.” You ran your hand over your head and closed your eyes. “I swear, Archie, you can't have one night out and not get dragged into drama, can you?” 

You couldn’t believe that Archie had come back with more news about the Jason case. You weren’t as nearly involved with it all like your brother and his friends were but you still liked to keep up with it all but you swore Archie came back with new information every other day. 

“It’s not like I want it.” Archie scoffed at you. You bit down on your lower lip and gazed at the floor.

“I know” You closed your eyes momentarily, clenching your jaw as you thought. “Go get out of that suit, it’s blinding me with it’s Blossomness.” You joked half heartedly. 

“Oh, and I thought you’d wanna know that Polly is actually spying on the Blossoms. She didn't want to live there over Betty and her mom.” Archie said just before disappearing around the corner. 

You exhaled a breathy chuckle and shook your head.

“Atta girl.” 

Part 6

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17th August M.S.G. true support

John had a somewhat concerned telephone call from Emma, Bob Sawyer’s daughter, telling him hat Bob hadn’t had any social intercourse of late and was going noticeably downhill. So, John, doing what he does best got hold of Richard, one of our verbose members and organised a day out to include picking Bob up from his home in Tonbridge and finding a nice hostelry for a decent bite and some decent conversation. Cometh the day and yesterday, John duly picked up Richard and his power chair soon after 10.30  and off they set for Tonbridge. Bob had been repeatedly forewarned that John was coming over to take him out and was told to dress, smart casual. Bob was already coming out of his front door  and putting his jacket on, as the support group arrived and they thought somewhat erroneously that he was just pooping over the road for a quick one.

John, being John, had done his homework and had  searched the locality for a decent hostelry which wouldn’t mind the odd strange person or two and had decided on The Little Brown Jug in Chiddingstone Causeway and off we set. Following the course of the Medway we were almost in Surrey when at last we were there and after off loading and finding the disabled entrance and toilet we were escorted to a nice table  and ordered our drinks. The restaurant is locally famous for it’s fish and chips, so we duly ordered the same. 

It’s caught by one or two trawlers especially  for the restaurant and can be recommended but don’t opt for the large version and so after a brief adjournment to replenish the glasses an attempt to decipher the menu occurred and a strange concoction of vanilla ice cream, black coffee and a liqueur of choice was selected. Affogato Al Caffe.

Two Cointreau’s and one Baileys were chosen. So after some reflected conversation about Bob’s current situation and what was going on at the MSG and other reminisces the meal came to an end. Bob still couldn’t work out how just one inlet push rod on a Perkins V8 could come to be bent though. We made our way back to Nelson Avenue to drop Bob off. He was most grateful for John’s efforts and thanked him profusely for a wonderful time.

On reflection, Bob seemed very lucid but did forget his lines when we went over the same ground again but didn’t appear to be any worse than normal. He did mention that he sometimes frequents the Nelson public house immediately opposite his house and sometimes gets lost on his way home. The landlady escorts him home, just over the road, now.

So all in all a great day out and proper stroke group support, so if you ever wondered just what the Maidstone Stroke Group actually does, now you know and it’s not just raffle, bingo and outings

Excellent work John and well thought out

Riverdale Ep. 9: La Grande Illusion

Holy.

HOLY GUYS, HOLY SMOKES!!! Big ass long toothed meta puke about episode 9 bitties below. Spoilers, flails, a lot of screaming. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED. 

OK so, the opening --

as a Canadian, this hella spoke to me on a whole other level. Hahahaha (I’m laughing but maple syrup is no laughing matter. THIS AIN’T NO GAME. $50/L ain’t no joke, what are we giggling about here? No smiling.)

Then right after that AGGGHHHKKKK--

OMG BUGHEAD RIGHT IN OUR FACE STRAIGHT OUT OF THE GATE <3 <3  “We’ll figure it out . . . come here.” That sly little glance. I’M DEAD. I’M DEAD OK? This is a long way from “Also?” . . . *almost choking* so I’m just gonna go ahead and assume that THE BOY HAS HAD PRACTICE SINCE THEN. ON THAT BED. WHY NOT. I’m just gonna go over here and die now.  Oh, wait what? That wasn’t the end of the episode? I got what I came for in the first two minutes. 

. . . HA LAWD THERE’S MORE?!

Also here’s my bonus not-so-mini meta rant about Mama Cooper coming in and bustin’ up the party when they were so blatantly kissing ON BETTY’S BED, and Alice doesn’t even bat an eyelash. Remember when Alice was lecturing Betty about Archie and forcing her to get in the car because she didn’t want her associating with him? Didn’t even want to hear that her daughter was friends with Archie and tried to ban it. I thought it was because she didn’t want Betty getting knocked up but now here’s Jughead, in Betty’s bedroom, ON HER BED, KISSING HER. And Alice does not care. 

Was it because Alie thought Archie looked too much like Jason? I have no idea. But Alice has been so uptight about Betty “not growing up too fast” like Polly, wearing makeup and seeing boys. But SHE’S FINE WITH JUGHEAD. Inexplicably in her daughter’s room on her bed making out with her. 

So this tells me she must actually know Jug quite well seeing him and Betty have been friends for so long. She approves because we already know that if Alice had a problem, SHE’D VOICE IT. But she trusts Jughead not to take advantage of her daughter and respect her because she must know how much Betty means to Jughead AND AUHMUHGOD AND- *Megaphone* ALICE COOPER TRUSTS JUGHEAD WITH BETTY. THAT IS ALL. 

Jesus Christ, my SO is going to come home and find a body on the couch because THIS SHOW IS GOING TO END ME with cuteness and feels. MOVING ALONG HERE . . .  (Wait wait wait before we do does anyone else here sporadically burst out laughing because Betty’s mom is named Alice Cooper and, well, you know . . . Alice Cooper? 

No? Just me? OK actually moving on here . . . 

Can I just say how much I appreciate this adaptation of Veronica Lodge? The scenes with her and Ethel -- wow. I can’t bow down to the writers enough for doing such a justice with her character in this adaptation. She is powerful, witty, intelligent, moral, considerate, and she has a huge heart. While she always had a big heart in the comics, she was prone to selfishness and snobbery. Putting Veronica’s family in the situation they created with Hiram has resulted in such an empathetic and generous Ronnie. My heart is full with how precious and strong her character is on this show. <3  Veronica and the news about Ethel’s dad. HOLY. SWEET. LORD. OK I am actually having trouble seeing what I’m writing because I’m still cryin’ RN seeing that girl break down. And Betty crouching down on the floor to hold her . . . MY HEART. Then her and Betty going to visit Ethel’s dad at the hospital . . . damn. That takes a bravery I can’t even comprehend. I’m glad that Ethel and Ronnie are bigger than their parents and decide to stay friends. <3 

And MY GOD, Hermoine Lodge is being put through the ringer this episode and I just want to fucking hold her. X_X Fred dumping her kind of destroyed me a little inside. *Smoking wreck*

Alright switch it up again -- the ArchiexCheryl/Blossoms arc is disturbing as hell. O_O Them literally preying on Archie’s vulnerability and desperation to solidify his career in music and protect his father by reigning him in and bribing him? FUCK. -_- Just . . . fuck. Archie tried to put up a good fight here. We saw how this conflicted with his morality and I felt bad for him. It’s difficult to say no when your future and your father’s are on the line. -_- Oh, Archie. I’m still trying to root for you, bud.  (A CHERRY ‘84 GIBSON LES PAUL I’D BE A SLUT4BLOSSOM, TOO.) But . . . “I swear Archibald when the light hits you just right . . . “ I PHYSICALLY SHUDDERED. (P.S: WHAT👏IS👏GOING👏ON👏WITH👏POLLY? Her infiltration scheme got me SHOOK, good LAWD) Also . . . Cheryl by the pool in that diamond choker and blue dress? Holy hot mother of God, I gotta fan myself over here. SO HOT I -- woah. WOAH. Archie and Cheryl now? -_- *Facepalms so hard my hand goes through my face to the back of my skull* Archie. Archie ARCHIE -- oh. O_O Oh. He . . . he made the right choice. GUYS he did the right thing.  LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, ARCHIE ANDREWS MADE THE CORRECT CHOICE ON RIVERDALE CAN I GET A FUCK YEAH

Hal firing Alice and her firing a rock through his window and walking off like a boss? HAHAHAHA Not going to lie . . . I am living for this psycho Alice shit.

ALICE WRITING FOR THE BLUE AND GOLD DAUGHTER-BOYFRIEND-MOMMY TEAM OMFGGGGGG I AM A CORPSE WRITING THIS RN-

WE INTERRUPT THIS PROGRAM FOR MORE BUGHEAD. (Saving the best for last)

“Betty don’t do that. Don’t give up. . . . you’re so much stronger than all of the white noise. You’re stronger than your mother. You’re stronger than your father. You’re holding this family together. So don’t. Don’t let go.” “I won’t.”  THE WAY THAT HE TAKES HER COLLAR BEFORE PULLING HER IN FOR A WARM HUG. SO BEAUTIFUL TAN OUTTA TAN HELP ME 

Every time Betty starts to spiral Jughead is right there for her saying exactly what she needs to hear. And watching this scene reminded me of those stressful times in my life when I’d start panicking because I’m overwhelmed with school or work or life in general and the SO would just come over and hold me and say exactly what had to be said to calm me down. What I’m trying to say is, Bughead feels so genuine. I am actually taken aback by how authentic their interactions are as a healthy couple. 

Last thoughts:

HIRAM LODGE. I HAD SUSPECTED HIRAM LODGE AND NOW HE’S ON THE BOARD.

CHERLY BLOSSOM HAS GONE FULL DARK NO STARS.

Favorite quotes: “Cheryl . . .” -- “That was a joke, you hobo.” “The ice woman cometh.” “I talked to Valerie and she’s cool with it.” -- “Cool with you being a jigalo now?” “He’s also pimping himself out to Cheryl.” (Jughead was savage fire with the male escort quips) 

But Valerie takes it with the quotes of the episode for me, folks:

“Wouldn’t you rather earn your place at that table?” . . . “Sorry Archie. Unlike you, I won’t be bought.”

This girl is so worthy. #SORRYARCHIBALD. 

SAINTHOOD 101 JOHN! John 4:1-44 When therefore the Lord knew how the Pharisees had heard that Jesus made and baptized more disciples than John, 2(Though Jesus himself baptized not, but his disciples,) { Jesus Christ didn't baptize in water, but later with Holy Spirit.} 3He left Judaea, and departed again into Galilee. 4And he must needs go through Samaria. 5Then cometh he to a city of Samaria, which is called Sychar, near to the parcel of ground that Jacob gave to his son Joseph. 6Now Jacob's well was there. Jesus therefore, being wearied with his journey, sat thus on the well: and it was about the sixth hour. 7There cometh a woman of Samaria to draw water: Jesus saith unto her, Give me to drink. 8(For his disciples were gone away unto the city to buy meat.) 9Then saith the woman of Samaria unto him, How is it that thou, being a Jew, askest drink of me, which am a woman of Samaria? for the Jews have no dealings with the Samaritans. { Talk about racism! Samaritans were half breeds.} 10Jesus answered and said unto her, If thou knewest the gift of God, and who it is that saith to thee, Give me to drink; thou wouldest have asked of him, and he would have given thee living water. 11The woman saith unto him, Sir, thou hast nothing to draw with, and the well is deep: from whence then hast thou that living water? 12Art thou greater than our father Jacob, which gave us the well, and drank thereof himself, and his children, and his cattle? 13Jesus answered and said unto her, Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again: 14 But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life. 15The woman saith unto him, Sir, give me this water, that I thirst not, neither come hither to draw. 16Jesus saith unto her, Go, call thy husband, and come hither. 17The woman answered and said, I have no husband. Jesus said unto her, Thou hast well said, I have no husband: 18 For thou hast had five husbands; and he whom thou now hast is not thy husband: in that saidst thou truly. { The western mind ( understanding) didn't get it. Eastern minds do. This godly woman had been married and widowed five times. Her being with another man meant to the Eastern mind she was engaged for the sixth time. So many times the western mind goes to dirty places. Being widowed once myself, I am very sensitive towards this woman who has lost five husband's.} 19The woman saith unto him, Sir, I perceive that thou art a prophet. 20Our fathers worshipped in this mountain; and ye say, that in Jerusalem is the place where men ought to worship. { Her question showed great spiritual insight, and understanding of God's word.} 21Jesus saith unto her, Woman, believe me, the hour cometh, when ye shall neither in this mountain, nor yet at Jerusalem, worship the Father. 22 Ye worship ye know not what: we know what we worship: for salvation is of the Jews. 23 But the hour cometh, and now is, when the true worshippers shall worship the Father in spirit and in truth: for the Father seeketh such to worship him. 24 God is a Spirit: and they that worship him must worship him in spirit and in truth. { What tremendous truths Jesus Christ showed this beautiful woman of GOD.} 25The woman saith unto him, I know that Messias cometh, which is called Christ: when he is come, he will tell us all things. 26Jesus saith unto her, I that speak unto thee am he. { How she must have been in A WOW MOMENT!!! Leaving her water jug.... It just wasn't done.} 27And upon this came his disciples, and marvelled that he talked with the woman: yet no man said, What seekest thou? or, Why talkest thou with her? 28The woman then left her waterpot, and went her way into the city, and saith to the men, 29Come, see a man, which told me all things that ever I did: is not this the Christ? 30Then they went out of the city, and came unto him. { If she was a slut, the men of the city would have laughed at her and taken no notice of her words. But knowing this woman of GOD, they knew it would be worth thier time to check it out.} 31In the mean while his disciples prayed him, saying, Master, eat. 32But he said unto them, I have meat to eat that ye know not of. 33Therefore said the disciples one to another, Hath any man brought him ought to eat? 34Jesus saith unto them, My meat is to do the will of him that sent me, and to finish his work. 35 Say not ye, There are yet four months, and then cometh harvest? behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest. 36 And he that reapeth receiveth wages, and gathereth fruit unto life eternal: that both he that soweth and he that reapeth may rejoice together. {The men came in white turbans.} 37 And herein is that saying true, One soweth, and another reapeth. 38 I sent you to reap that whereon ye bestowed no labour: other men laboured, and ye are entered into their labours. 39And many of the Samaritans of that city believed on him for the saying of the woman, which testified, He told me all that ever I did. 40So when the Samaritans were come unto him, they besought him that he would tarry with them: and he abode there two days. 41And many more believed because of his own word; 42And said unto the woman, Now we believe, not because of thy saying: for we have heard him ourselves, and know that this is indeed the Christ, the Saviour of the world. { These "half breeds" saw right off who Jesus Christ was but the religious leaders never did, astounding! Hmmmmm?} 43Now after two days he departed thence, and went into Galilee. 44For Jesus himself testified, that a prophet hath no honour in his own country. GOD BLESS!