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39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you?

no 3

hey babe! thank you so much for this!! <3 <3

1. as a dad friend i like how i can be supportive but also keep it somewhat casual2. i really like the blonde shade of my hair rn3. i like that i’m getting more muscle !4. my height5. my bad sense of humor

izzy (willow) / hwfflepwff

i was tagged by @umberonica to make a moodboard about me but because i’m ridiculous and an idiot i made myself an aesthetic instagram instead. these are more fun anyway.

You’re pretty glad the universe doesn’t make a habit of responding.

When the invitation had first come in the mail, you weren’t sure whether or not to be delighted or worried. Cheryl had been posting about the engagement for weeks now, and though she’s the only one left of your college friends, you still didn’t expect to get one.

It comes regardless, in a neat white envelope.

The card is pretty. Cheryl’s smiling on the outside, arm wrapped around Josie McCoy. On the inside, the date and location are written in simple letters. The whole thing feels like it should be more intense, since you figure that Josie and Cheryl are the most intense and dramatic people you know, but you guess that the minimalistic style is intense.

Or, alternatively, they couldn’t agree.

It doesn’t matter. All that matters is the lessening of the weight in your chest–Cheryl still wants you at her wedding.

You pull out your phone, nerves still buzzing with excitement. Cheryl still cares about you, and maybe Josie, too, and maybe–maybe that can be enough. Putting the thought aside, you decide you should text her.

veronica lodge (3:14 PM): congrats!!!!! u guys are so cute cheryl blossom (3:15 PM): ok rvsp first then congratulate me

There’s something so Cheryl about the way she responds that you almost want to laugh. It’s a familiar feeling, texting Cheryl, something you haven’t done in a couple of years. To be honest, you haven’t spoken to anyone from Riverdale U in years.

Not after Betty.

Gryffindor: an unbridled scream filling your chest and echoing across the fields; Neoclassical architecture; “challenge accepted”; smudged red lipstick; wildfires; favorite novels with ripped and folded pages; hoarse shouts; drunkenly singing karaoke, arms slung around one another; telling a joke but laughing midway through; neck kisses

Hufflepuff: The feeling after a lingering hug where you want to hold on tighter; marshmallows over a fire; the sun on your back; oversized sweaters; standing your ground with your arms around a loved one; earthquakes; Sunday afternoons at the park; carbonated soda bubbles; a dollop of whipped cream on your cheek; eskimo kisses

Ravenclaw: The epiphany that only comes from hours of research; dust clouds; chapped lips; goosebumps along your arms after listening to a beautiful song; worn pencils; messy scrawls for lecture notes; eyes brightening at the mention of a certain subject; Gothic architecture; books stuffed with post-it notes; empty libraries; tornadoes; forehead kisses