#Moose Jaw Manny

[canadianstereotypes]

Happy Beaver Day!

Well it's official - Moose Jaw Manny, one of Canada's leading sources of weather information, has added an odd number of sticks to his dam since this time last year. As we all know, this means we can expect a full two months of frost and mud. Beaver Day is an annual event celebrated in Canada that picks up where Groundhog Day leaves off. Just as Groundhog Day predicts the weather for the following six weeks, Beaver Day takes on the next two months. Depending on the number of sticks added to one of the indicating beaver's dams, we can look forward to either two full months or one and a half months of frost and mud. There is more than one indicator beaver just as there are multiple groundhogs, but of course, some are simply more famous than others. Of all the beavers, Moose Jaw Manny is the best suited to the limelight.

[fredheads]

🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃

I didn’t finish my bttf chapter in time for Halloween but here’s a sneak preview of what I do have!! happy halloween everybody!! 🎃🕰️

“When I was a kid,” Archie says, his converse sneakers crunching in the slurry of dried leaves that covered the pavement, “I always thought Halloween was too short.” A gust of wind sends some leaves tumbling over his feet. “I thought it would be so great if I could live Halloween over and over again.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” says Jughead dryly – or as dryly as he can manage with a plastic Frankenstein mask covering his mouth. “Though, I’m hoping we only have to do this once. Oh god.” Archie’s best friend stops short, tucking his balled hands into his hoodie pocket to spare them from the chilly October breeze. “I can hear it.”

The street they’re walking down, squinting through the eye-holes of their dime-store masks, is lined with bright orange trees, muddy in the dark, their colourful branches concealing well-raked lawns and rows of expensive stone houses. Cheerfully carved Jack-O-Lanterns flicker from almost every porch rail and window, trussed-up scarecrows and thinly-spread cobwebs turning ordinary driveways into haunted wonderlands. Pounding music is issuing from the end of the cul-de-sac, punctuated by the ghostly whoops of adolescent voices. Archie nudges Jughead from behind so he’ll keep walking.  

“Okay, I’m just going to say it.” Jughead sounds considerably grumpier the closer they get to Rick Mantle’s house. “Reggie’s dad makes Reggie look tame.”

Archie can’t disagree. The house they finally reach is the largest on the block, with a series of stone steps set into the front yard and a sunken driveway that’s big enough to house six or seven cars. A handful of other cars are parked up and down the street, releasing costumed students who hop gleefully out with clanking six-packs clasped in their hands. The front of the house is decorated from porch to gutter with fake cobwebs, pumpkin lights, and a trio of jack-o-lanterns carved to look as though they’re vomiting pumpkin seeds. Music thumps from inside, the lyrics muffled under a heavy bass line. The party seems relatively subdued - it was a Monday night, after all - but Jughead is shifting from foot to foot like he’s on the top of the high dive at the Riverdale pool.

“This is going to be quick, okay?” Jughead instructs him anxiously, turning his plastic Frankenstein face to Archie. “We go in, we find Tanya, we get out. I don’t want to think about all the ways we could mess up our parents' futures. And no matter what, do not kiss anyone. Do not sleep with anyone. Do not fall in love with anyone.”

“You don’t have to tell me that!” Archie wrinkles his nose. “This whole thing is too weird already.”

“Look, I’m just saying, I wouldn’t put it past you.” Jughead heaves a deep breath and crams his beanie down further on his head, over the mask. He looks ridiculous in his hoodie, jeans, and crown hat. “All right. Let’s do this.”

Humouring him, Archie readjusts his hockey mask so it covers as much of his face as possible. A chill spills involuntarily down his spine as the hard plastic obscures his vision, Halloween-eerie. He was out of his time, and no one here knew who he was or where he was supposed to be. If he disappeared tonight, there would be no one to miss him.

Stupid. He shakes off the fearful thoughts, relishing instead in the anonymity of a pretend identity. Jughead reaches for the doorbell when they get there, but Archie bats his hand away and goes straight for the knob. Before he can turn it, though, the door swings open in their faces.

“Whazzup?” A drunk Rick Mantle greets them, a multitude of gold chains hanging around his neck and a pair of obnoxiously black sunglasses on. Archie squints, trying to decipher his costume, and Rick cranes his neck forward as though he’s squinting right back. “Who are you guys? It’s dark. Manny-?” He reaches out for Archie’s face, and Archie ducks away from his arm. Rick scowls darkly under the shades.

“Masks off, dudes.”

Archie lifts his mask up obediently, feeling oddly chastised. Jughead does the same, and Rick recoils from his face as though Jughead had revealed something horrible.  

“Who are you?” he asks aggressively, lifting a handful of sour patch kids to his mouth and tipping them in. Jughead is craning his neck to see over Rick’s shoulder, but in the crowded darkness of the house, making out individual faces is impossible. Before Archie can begin to concoct a story, a brown-haired teenager in a denim getup suddenly appears at Rick’s elbow.

“Who’s here? Hey, it’s you guys!” Archie, abruptly recognizing his father, backs up two steps and almost pushes Jughead off the porch. Young Fred turns to Rick, a big grin on his face. “Let them in, Ricky, I know them.”

“They’re frosh,” says Rick disdainfully, but opens the door a bit wider.

“We’re sophomores,” Archie speaks up, a little insulted.

“Yeah, Rick, they’re sophomores,” says Fred with an easy smile, leaning against the doorframe. He’s wearing a denim vest, a bandanna tied around his forehead. Archie takes a third step back as a precaution. He has a bad feeling if their shirtsleeves brush they might rip the universe apart. “Don’t stress.”

“Fine,” says Rick in a bored tone, pushing past them out on the lawn. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to lock the garage before Mason yakks in my Ferrari.”

“Moose?” Archie mouths, turning to Jughead, but he’s interrupted by his father’s teenage hand landing hard on his wrist. He freezes tight, but the universe around them remains intact. Fred, moving with ease through the crowds of revellers, starts dragging Archie into the house as effortlessly as though he were five years old at a crowded baseball game.

“Okay, where do I know you from?” Fred yells over the music as he pulls Archie further and further away from the door. “It’s been driving me crazy all day.”

Archie glances back over his shoulder to Jughead, who points at the ceiling and mouths the words “split up.” Archie nods, gulping. Jughead would probably have better luck finding Tanya than he would. But the thought of being alone with Fred made him anxious.

“I like your costume!” Fred shouts, piloting Archie into the kitchen. A huge, beer-sticky island is littered with empty vodka bottles, Halloween candy wrappers, and red solo cups. Fred pours himself a shot from a dubiously-labelled bottle of something amber and offers an empty shot glass to Archie.

“Are you drinking?” Archie asks, gaping. “On a school night?!”

“Hall-o-week, dude! Oh my god, you sound like my dad.” Fred knocks back the shot like it’s water, and Archie feels his jaw drop. “Okay, seriously, where have I met you before? You look so familiar. What did you say your name was?”

“I- I didn’t.” Archie stammers.

“A man of mystery. I like it.” Fred grins toothily at him. He unwraps a small candy bar and pops it whole into his mouth. “God, you’re so young. Did I coach your little league or something?”

Archie feels an absurd laugh building in the back of his throat. “Um - maybe.”

“No, that’s not it,” Fred frowns and pulls the bandanna off of his head, scratching at his sweaty hairline. “Sorry, I hijacked you. Are you looking for someone?”

Archie’s heart leaps, and he seizes the chance. “Tanya Doiley. Do you know her?”

Fred purses his lips and thinks. “She’s a cheerleader. Nah, I haven’t seen her.”

“Do you know who would know her?” Archie asks, his heart sinking, but Fred’s fumbling with his top vest pocket and doesn’t seem to hear.

“Mind if we go in the backyard?” Fred asks suddenly, and Archie’s startled to see him holding up a cigarette and a lighter. “I want to light this.”  

“You smoke too?!” Archie yelps. Fred gives him a long-suffering look, already pushing the patio doors open.

“God, you really are my dad. You need to stop tripping, dude. Be more mellow. Just like, go with the flow, you know?” He motions for Archie to join him out on the porch, and Archie follows obediently. Fred lights the cigarette and holds it out. “You want some?”

“Dad-!” begins Archie sharply, batting it away, and immediately claps a hand over his mouth. Fred gives him a weird look, but pops the cigarette back in his mouth.

“I don’t do this often,” he admits, exhaling a long plume of smoke into the backyard. “I’m just trying something. My girl’s into the bad guy image.”

“Mary?” asks Archie, feeling a quick little jump in his heart.

“Who? Hermione,” corrects Fred. “Her name’s Hermione. Head Cheerleader. You probably know her.”

“Yeah, I think I might,” Archie says awkwardly. His face is getting hot. This is weird. Too weird. And awful. He’s about to make some excuse to leave when the patio door slides open and his path is barred by a blonde girl in fishnets, her hands planted on her hips in a way that strikes Archie as oddly familiar.

“Hey, Freddie, can I bum a smoke?”

“Alice, get your own,” Fred tosses back, and Archie almost chokes on his spit when he recognizes her. Alice Cooper! Prim, cardiganed, helicopter-mom Alice Cooper. Standing in front of him in a tiny leather skirt and a beret.

This was possibly the scariest Halloween he’d ever lived through.

“This is all I’ve got,” says Fred. Alice snorts, turns on her heel, and stomps back into the party, flipping Fred the bird over her shoulder.

“I’ll ask FP!” she calls.

“Good luck finding him!” Fred shouts back. Archie’s eyes land again on the cigarette tucked between his fingers.

“My grandpa died from lung cancer,” Archie blurts out.

“Bummer,” says Fred, and takes a swig from his beer. “Sorry.”

“My dad calls them coffin nails,” says Archie, eyes fixed closely on Fred’s face. His father turns to look at him, blowing a steady stream of white smoke out beside Archie’s ear.

“Mine too.”

“Don’t smoke it,” Archie blurts out finally, reaching his hand out for the roll. Fred, surprised, hands it to him without complaint. “Just don’t. Please?” He glances down at the patio and considers pitching the cigarette off.

“Whatever you want, dude,” says his father, unconcerned. “Let’s go play beer pong.”

[loodergoot]

Adventures of the Tenacious Twerp (and things that are cute)

Day 1: I found a very shiny penny on the side of the road as i was acquiring my mail.

No... That’s not it. This whole BLOG business is pretty spooky, i’m so overwhelmed, which conveniently, is my outlook 90% of my life. Where do I start. I am an angst-y teenager with mood problems and disrespect for half of the scum on polluted planet Earth. wOw so original, I know. I like to spice it up. 

I’m taking this time to write a BLOG because, like the hermit I am, I tend to get very lonely, and god knows I could never record myself speaking. ANNNND I don’t like to bother my boyfriend, even if he doesn't respond after 40 minutes. This usually leads to me listening to “Bleed it out” by Linkin Park on repeat...and crying because he’s probably talking to that hot chick on his bus. What a woman I’ve become. 

In reality, I’m a very sad person. “I’m Jealous, I’m Over-zealous” Very much so. I feel like I’m such a nuisance. Beside that, I’m fairly happy. I have the undying feeling of love for one of the most amazing guy/dog/thing on this planet. 

Boring... ~Snooze~

Currently i’m over-dosing on dollar store mints until my gums peel off (I’m not joshing you). Accompanied by the ambient, soothing sound of Seether. Man what a time to be alive.

Creativity is a thing of the past... I’m trying to draw. BUT, as my confidence physically diminished... Ya know (hot chick on bus blah blah) turns out she SUCKS at drawing. hehehehe. I know that’s rude and presumptuous, then again, it’’s my fucking BLOG. I. Can. Say. What. I. Want...

What she gains in looks she lacks in artistic ability and physical fitness, body positivity am i right? guys...? However, promised my Moose i wouldn’t speak of her so i’ll just Vent online per usual... 

I hope he knows i love him/// I really do. I can’t explain how much joy he fills my shriveled black heart with. (Not that it matters if it’s black)  Whoops.  Aw man my mind bubbles with happiness just thinking about that guy... the guy with the god-like jaw, and broken nose. Oh don’t forget the stretchy skin. 

He’ll read this. He’ll understand he fixes me. Like handy-Manny. Or like all those times I fixed my completely “REKT” choker. What can i say, I’m a Jane of all trades!..

I think this has been going on for a little to long, but lets call it an “Introduction”.. Since I’ll be leaving shortly. (Quickly skims for more cute banners)

This was a good venting sesh. But I’ve gotta see my Moose for my “fix”.

Thank for reading pls subscribe and dab on the h8rs. you’ve been a great audience Boston. (Sorry for the atrocious writing. i’m working with a short amount of time and an even shorter attention span)

POKEMAN: (Tagline: The Saurs.)

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