So Chowder works with kids as a gymnastics coach all through high school and then from his sophomore year onwards. everyone who works with children, the elderly or animals know that full moons are dangerous. For some reasons or another, all three groups seem to lose it.
full moons involve more weird cackling, creative discussions and fighting than any other night of the month. he dreads and loves them. at this point he doesn’t plan full lessons he just lets the kids take him where they want to go and if he belatedly realises its a full moon he ditches the lesson plan entirely. lessons include chris jumping from ‘island to island’ on boxes across the floor and playing way too many games just to stop the kids from hosting their own screaming competitions. those nights are total write offs. But they’ve also been some of his most successful coaching nights with skills finally brought to the floor or trampolines and routines completed after weeks of trying. These nights feel even better than super well run classes. really they can be incredibly good or incredibly bad there’s no inbetween.
whether it was good or bad by the time Chris finishes working with kids on full moons his every bone is exhausted and he has a headache. usually, he climbs into bed and watches whatever is closest on netflix to calm down after work but full moon nights require b99, 1 cheeseburger, one mcchicken and fries to get over. Chris loves and hates full moons.
AU: Jughead never went to Riverdale High and never became friends with Betty and the gang the way they were supposed to. Archie, Jughead, and Betty were close in middle school, but once they parted ways and Jughead followed in his father’s footsteps of becoming a Serpent, their relationship was never the same.
A/N: Okay so I realize that I left off with a lot of angst in the last part, but what I envisioned is that both Betty and Jughead had enough time to think and cool off so that they could realize that the only thing that mattered was being with each other. So after their fight in the Blue and Gold room, they both made their move to fix things in their own way that next afternoon.
Jughead paced back and forth along the worn sidewalk outside of Archie Andrews’ family home, his mind teeter tottering with the decision to knock on the front door or walk back home to the Southside of town where he belonged and pretend like he hadn’t just shown up at his estranged friend’s house like no time or ill feelings had passed between them at all.
Just when he had made up his mind to leave well enough alone and turn away from the red-headed boy he hadn’t spoken to in nearly two years, the large red door swung open and Archie stepped out into the fading sunlight of the mid-afternoon autumn day with his lips set in a firm line and eyes dancing with anger .
“What the hell are you doing here?” Archie’s voice cut through the sleepy neighborhood, booming down the street and disrupting the hushed simplicity of the day like a fog horn on an eerie Sunday morning.
“We need to talk, Archie,” Jughead told him, taking a cautious step towards the house as he mustered up the courage he had been lacking the past few months to have the conversation he had been dreading for so long.
“I have nothing to say to you,” Archie spat, pounding down the porch and causing Jughead to scramble backwards onto the sidewalk. “Go home, Jughead.”
“I’m sorry about your Dad,” Jughead said before Archie could protest. “He didn’t deserve what happened to him and I wish that I could have been there for you the way you were there for me when my father would go on those week long benders when we were kids. I never told you this, but I don’t think I could have gotten through that without you.”
The stony look on Archie’s face wavered the slightest bit, softening only in the eyes and the way his brows drew together.
“What happened to us, Arch?” Jughead asked tentatively. “We used to have the kind of friendship authors would write about in children’s books, you know? Pirate adventures in my treehouse-turned-pirate-ship, mud pies in your backyard after an epic rainstorm? How did we get here?”
“Your father was in the same gang that had my father shot and left him for dead,” Archie snapped. “That’s a deal breaker in my book.”
The Mid-Autumn Festival is celebrated by Chinese, Vietnamese, Korean and Japanese peoples to celebrate the end of the autumn harvest. Celebrations can vary with cultural or regional customs, but often involve friends and family gathering to eat (yummy mooncakes!) and admire the full moon.
So whether you are lighting lanterns, burning incense, watching a dragon or lion dance, or none of the above, I hope you take a moment to admire our beautiful moon in the sky!
And if your sky’s cloudy like it might be for me.. well, here’s a gallery of paintings of the moon for you to enjoy.
Chang'e Flying to the Moon, Ren Shuai Ying, 1955
Mid-Autumn Festival, Liu Guosong, 1969
Mid Autumn, Chu Hing Wah, 1995
Full Moon and Autumn Flowers by the Stream, Ogata Gekko, ca. 1895