Sweet Pea: Toni and I got to the top of the playground at the same time back in Kindergarten.
Toni: Sweet Pea pushed me out of the way so he could get to the slide first, so naturally I kicked him down the slide Sparta-style to show him my true power.
Fangs: Then he fell on top of me and broke my leg. As soon as I got back to school after going to the hospital I smacked him in the face with one of my crutches and broke his nose.
Toni: And that’s how we became friends.
Jughead: So what I’m gathering here is that you all became friends through mutual Kindergarten physical assault.
Sweet Pea:
Toni:
Fangs: Well when you put it like that it sounds really ugly, Jug. And quite frankly, we don’t need that negativity in our lives.
Citra is REALLY bad at meowing. She sounds like a broken party favor when she remembers to actually meow.
OH MY GOD
Being an orange female kitty is already rare, but you had to go adopt the one in a million who can’t cat properly
She came in a two pack so I had to.
Simcoe (left) and Citra (right), both girls. Both rescues. Both biological litter mates (sisters). Both long term loving projects to teach human trust to.
(A/N) all flower knowledge is entirely from an old herbalism book from my mom’s youth and also google c: Not a request, but it’s been on my mind for a bit!
Rating: T
Word Count: 2,398
Pairing: Cheryl Blossom x Reader
Warnings: this is just fluff tbh it’s sickening
Summary: You’ve had a major crush on Cheryl Blossom for a while. Veronica is a great wingwoman. You’re the cute quiet girl from the flowershop that Cheryl can’t stop noticing.
You’ve never been very good at… people. Rather, any social situations beyond class discussions and conversations about the weather. You suppose the easiest person to blame for that is your mother, who is just as timid as you - if not moreso.
Your whole life has been equally divided into three distinct parts: school, family, and the flower shop. It’s the only flower shop in Riverdale, opened by your parents many years ago when they first got engaged. With your father’s passing a few short years ago, you’ve taken up a decent chunk of the work so that your mother wasn’t overwhelmed.
You had been struggling financially for years with your father’s medical bills for his illness - but he also left enough for you both to live comfortably and for you pursue whatever you please after high school.
It was generally unspoken, rather implied, that you would take on the flower shop as your own one day. You don’t mind, of course - the language of flowers is something you’ve always been fluent in, and passionate about. Flowers are much easier to understand than people.
You are fluent in the language of flowers, but you are clueless with people. Utterly hopeless, actually. Only Betty Cooper and her friends seem to notice you enough to be friendly, but you don’t exactly go to Pop’s with them every night tor anything. You sit with them at lunch sometimes, but for the most part you stick to yourself and that’s fine.
You love flowers. You’ve grown up around them. They’re familiar, safe. You like daises and poppies and chrysanthemums and roses and lilies-
But you think of all the flowers to adore and covet, your favorite by far is Cheryl Blossom. Sure, it’s ridiculous since you’ve never spoken and you’re pretty sure she wouldn’t like you even a little bit, but they say the forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest and - well - she is certainly forbidden fruit if nothing else.
you literally captured whats called “ball lightning” which is the rarest form of lighting
its so rare that we dont even know how it forms other than by heat, static electricity, and humidity
storm elemental it is
look guys this is how nature-based deities and spirits come about this is ridiculous
Are you aware that the first-ever video footage of ball lightning outside a laboratory was taken in 2014 and there are only like 3 or 4 videos like this in existence and this might be the most close-up one
