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dcydreamiing:

“— have you seen these people?” lucy questioned, holding the open book up to the other person with pictures of what looked to be storybook characters “cinderella and henry mills? my parents. PLEASE?” she begged with an optimistic smile plastered on her lips & her eyes gwoing more and more impatient with each second it took for the person to respond to her.

“Your parents? Did you hit your head or something? Someone actually named their kid Cinderella? Like after the stupid princess book you’re holding up?” Cheryl questioned with a raise of an eyebrow. And wasn’t the Prince named Henry? “You definitely hit your head. No way the characters of a book are actually your parents.” 

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today I start my hormone replacement therapy and i’m so fucking nervous and i can’t sleep. i really need to get on and post something for marlene but i’m insanely freaking out. 

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kinnetikiisms:

“i don’t do boyfriends.” brian looked his latest fling in the eyes as he let him down from thinking there was ever going to be some kind of resemblance of a relationship between the two of them. he’d hoped letting him down in a coffee shop would make it an easy task so the other wouldn’t make a scene but he was hopeful for nothing as the guy let out a loud sob and threw coffee in his face. brian wiped coffee from his eyes and sighed, “well, that went well.”

Cheryl smirked as she watched the scene unfold. One thing the girl loved was drama. Usually, however, when she was the cause of it. But this? This was golden - and she had a front row seat. Walking over, Cheryl took the seat of the guy that left. “He gets an A plus for that dramatic exit. You however, get just an A.” 

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I have to head to work, but I’ll be around later to do more.

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livingdcadgirl:

‘ this game is fuckin’ lame. ’ a smile’s on her face anyway. her manhunt for something even remotely familiar was successful – an arcade. the high scores from pac-man are on the screen and her numbers are nowhere close. veronica’s halfway to popping another token in before she pauses to look at the person closest to her. ‘ did you wanna give it a whirl ? i think my score is gonna be pretty hard to beat, to be honest. ’

Anyone that knew Cheryl Blossom before the island would know an arcade of all things was somewhere she’d never be caught dead in.But maybe that’s why she was here now. Walking around, she couldn’t help but shudder. Why didn’t she just leave the arcade? Well, that was another story. Walking over to the game of pac-man, watching the girl play, she shook her head. “No. Besides, yours might be easy to beat since they’re not number one, Veronica. Seems again you’re still lower than most.”

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‹-out of blossoms.-❜-♡-—- ooc post.

‹-you start wars everywhere you go.-❜-♡-—- musings.

‹-play the way you feel.-❜-♡-—- tunes.

‹-maybe i was broken before i even had a chance to be whole.-❜-♡-—- visage.

‹-things that can not or should not be.-❜-♡-—- convos.

‹-red hair: the crown you never take off.-❜-♡-—- moodboard.

‹-convos with.-❜-♡-—- url.

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hey darlings! i’m maddie, i’m twenty-five years old and from the est timezone. i’ll fill out the about form for cheryl soon, but i figured i’d write this up real quickly. i just started watching riverdale the other day, and i have yet to see season 2 considering it’s not on netflix yet. and i’ve never read the comics. that’s basically the only reason i have her with a personality glitch. though i may change her personality a bit, too