He cuts his hair and buys a closet’s
worth of new suits. Tailored, clean cut, made from good quality material,
better than anything he’s ever owned before. Foggy doesn’t let himself think
about what Matt might have to say about the fabric, the haircut, the
aftershave.
Foggy wonders if Matt would even
recognize him in a crowd now, or if Foggy would just be another body, one more
in a city of hundreds.
[Or: Foggy grieves for Matt, then gets him back. The things he figures out along the way.]
as someone who grew up reading old archie comics religiously, the fact that riverdale is so SERIOUS to people is just….wild to me, it’s so fucking surreal seeing people being like “anti jughead” or whatever like the only thing I can compare it to is like seeing Peanuts discourse and “Snoopy for TS” and “Marci/Peppermint Patty is queerbaiting” or “Lucy is an abuser” or some steven universe shit
linus deconstructs toxic masculinity via his blanket
oh my god, they were roommates 