#2574

[questintheskies]

9/14/24 Nogizaka46 'Cheat Day' @ Venue 101

[thewertsearch]

CG: WHAT'S ALL THIS ABOUT GOING AFTER THE QUEEN'S RING.

Rumbled.

Terezi has been planning OP3R4T1ON: SM4CK J4CK right under Karkat’s nose. How much does he know, and how much is she going to spill? 

GC: TH3 WHOL3 PO1NT 1S TO D3STROY TH3 R1NG SO J4CK DO3SNT G3T 1T CG: WHY WOULD WE WANT TO DO THAT, JACK'S AN ALLY. GC: 4LSO GC: TH3 M1SS1ON SORT OF 1NVOLV3S 3X1L1NG J4CK TOO

Karkat’s busy with Regisurp, and can’t keep tabs on everyone. Terezi could probably exile Jack without his approval - but she’s choosing to be honest about her intentions. 

I think she respects his leadership more than she’s letting on. 

CG: THIS IS BULLSHIT. CG: WE'RE NOT EXILING JACK, HE'S COOL. GC: K4RK4T, H3 1S NOT TH4T COOL! CG: YES HE IS, HE'S A TOTAL BADASS WITH A FUCK TON OF BLADES AND SHIT, AND HE'S HELPING US OUT.

Karkat can’t help but trust his blood brother - and while he probably should be more skeptical, I can’t fault him for idolizing the first person who didn’t take issue with his mutation. 

Sure, he’s a little stab-happy, but he relented after only a light wounding. And his intel has been INCREDIBLY USEFUL, TEREZI. REALLY, I THINK YOU’RE JUST JEALOUS OF OUR HEMOFRATERNAL BOND. 

GC: OK, 1 TH1NK 1TS PR3TTY CUT3 TH4T YOU SORT OF LOOK UP TO H1M L1K3 TH4T GC: BUT S3R1OUSLY, 1 DO NOT G3T 4 GOOD F33L1NG FROM H1M! GC: H3 K1ND OF CG: STINKS? CG: LET ME ACTED SHOCKED LIKE I DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING. CG: O: CG: FUCK I FORGOT MY HORNS, I ALWAYS FORGET THEM CG: O:B

Karkat, we all know you’re being cute on purpose. 

GC: H3 SM3LLS R34LLY CL34N 4ND SH1NY 4ND D4RK D4RK D444RK L1K3 4N O1L SL1CK 4ND TH3R3 1S 4 T1NY H1NT OF L1COR1C3 TH3R3 TOO GC: 1TS MOR3 L1K3 GC: TH3 W4Y H3 MOV3S GC: 1 SM3LL H1S SMOOTH MOT1ONS 4ND TH3 W4Y H3 SQU1NTS H1S 3Y3S 4ND 1T G1V3S M3 TH1S R34LLY N3RVOUS F33L1NG

We, of course, know how dangerous Jack is. The kids’ session - not to mention the Intermission - have taught us that the Double Archagent is not to be fucked with, in any of his incarnations.. 

Karkat might want to listen to the Seer of Mind on this one. 

GC: H3 H4S ST4BB3D YOU ON MOR3 TH4N ON3 OCC4S1ON! [...] CG: OK, WELL I KNOW FOR A FACT THE THIRD TIME WAS ACCIDENTAL. CG: ANYWAY YOU'VE BEATEN THE SHIT OUT OF ME A FEW TIMES YOURSELF. GC: BUT 1 D1DN'T DR4W BLOOD!

Sorry, but what the actual fuck is going on between these two. 

[albertxylin]

Satisfying Tidying

There's something meditative about the act of tidying up. There's something satisfying about putting things where they should be, Clearing out space and finding new homes And reducing the mental load of ignoring and navigating the mess.

It is asserting agency and control, Proof that you can change things, That you can push back against entropy and all the things in the world For just a moment. But a moment is enough. There is always something else to tidy.

[harveyphotography]

Street Photography - Laurino (SA)

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: July 27, 1992

Lyrics:

You were workin' as a waitress in a cocktail bar

When I met you

I picked you out, I shook you up and turned you around

Turned you into someone new

Now five years later on you've got the world at your feet

Success has been so easy for you

But don't forget, it's me who put you where you are now

And I can put you back down too

Don't, don't you want me?

You know I can't believe it when I hear that you won't see me

Don't, don't you want me?

You know I don't believe you when you say that you don't need me

It's much too late to find

You think you've changed your mind

You'd better change it back or we will both be sorry

Don't you want me, baby?

Don't you want me, ohh?

Songwriter:

Don't you want me, baby?

Don't you want me, ohh?

I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar

That much is true

But even then I knew I'd find a much better place

Either with or without you

The five years we have had have been such good times

I still love you

But now I think it's time I live my life on my own

I guess it's just what I must do

Don't, don't you want me?

You know I can't believe it when I hear that you won't see me

Don't, don't you want me?

You know I don't believe you when you say that you don't need me

It's much too late to find

You think you've changed your mind

You'd better change it back or we will both be sorry

Don't you want me, baby?

Don't you want me, ohh?

Don't you want me, baby?

Don't you want me, ohh?

Don't you want me, baby?

Dwayne Richardson / Derek Jenkins / Cheri Renee Williams / Cassio James Vincent Ii Ware / Francis Reuben Wright

SongFacts:

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[amarantine-amirite]

Riding Assessment, a Clique Fanfiction

Summary: Somebody’s riding assessment for the lesson program at Galwaugh Farms

Today is my assessment at Galwaugh Farms. The place I used to ride, Tansley Woods Equestrian, kicked me out for weighing well over 135 pounds. 

Truthfully, it has nothing to do with my body. Last year, a private equity firm based in Mexico bought out Tansley Woods. On paper, Tansley Woods continues to be a hunter/jumper barn, but in practice, it's a jockey training program.

Think about it. They insist on riding in skull caps and vests, just like jockeys wear. They insist on riding with short stirrups, just like jockeys do. They have a lot of retired racehorses in their school program, and some of the over-16s work with new racehorses. They have a very low weight limit of 121 pounds for the show team and 135 for the lesson programs in general. I don’t know how people haven’t put the pieces together yet.

I walk into the barn. The main office looked like the inside of a log cabin. 

“Hi, are you Judy?” the receptionist asked. 

“Hello,” I nodded, “ I am here to do my assessment lesson.”

The receptionist checked her smartphone. “OK, I see that you’ve sent in the payment and signed the waiver, you’re good to go,” she said. She looked at me. “You’ll be riding Pebbles, she’s in the last stall on the right and her tack is in locker number 11 in the tack room,” she pointed to the corridor leading to the stalls.

“OK, thanks”

I headed over to the stalls. The place looks nice. It’s a bigger piece of property than I expected. The exterior of the building looks like something out of a movie. Inside, however, leaves much to be desired. The tack room was way smaller than it looked in the pictures. Contrary to what the pictures of their social media feed would have you believe, they don’t have grooming stations, just hallway cross-ties. More disturbingly, the bathroom doesn’t have a door. It appears the last person who used the bathroom had to use a horse blanket as a privacy curtain.

I now understand why the few photos of the interior they had on their website or their socials were so staged. It looks way more impressive in the pictures than in real life. 

I found the last stall on the right-hand side and saw a chunky Appaloosa-quarter horse cross mare snacking on her hay. “Hello, Pebbles,” I said as I set my tool bag full of brushes down. Pebbles looked at me and then resumed eating.

I got Pebbles groomed, tacked up, and ready to go. Before we got into the arena, she thought it would be funny to hang her tongue out. I looked at her and smiled. “Oh, goofy horse with your tongue stuck out,” I chuckled. 

I got to the arena and discovered my assessment would take place in a group, not privately. I shared the arena with three other people: a fourth grader on a little dun pony, another kid about my age on a big, tall chestnut thoroughbred, and a college student on a fluffy, gray cob. The horses looked like they were in good shape. 

I brought the horse to the arena. The coach walked up to me. She had wavy blonde hair, an apple-shaped torso, and half-open eyes. “Hi there,” she said softly.  

“Hi,” I said right back, “I’m Judy”

“I’m Jacqui Dyer, nice to meet you,” she said. We shook hands and she led me to the middle of the arena to check my girth. 

I passed the tack check. I went over to the mounting block and got on Pebbles. Nothing about Jacqui struck me as being hard to get along with. 

After warming up at the walk, Jacqui said, “All right, everybody bring your ponies to a trot.”

The other kids pony-kicked their horses into a trot, and I squeezed Pebbles and clicked my tongue. 

Jacqui disapproved. “Judy, stop what you’re doing immediately,” she said

I had no idea where the hell that came from. “what did I do wrong?” I asked.

Jacqui waved me to come into the center of the ring. She then said, “Judy, horses spook easily, so we need to keep our voices down when we’re around them, and that includes clucking or kissing when we’re riding”. I couldn't tell whether she was trying to help or talk down.

Initially, I shrugged it off. She wasn't wrong, and it appeared to make sense, nothing about it screamed “bullshit” to me. A few minutes later, I realized that I had a problem. I tend to yelp when startled. I've been told this is a safety issue numerous times, but I don't know how to fix it.

We finished trotting and brought our horses down to a walk. Jacqui then announced it was time to start cantering. “Judy, would you like to start us off at the canter?” she asked. 

I nodded. I pulled out of the center, rode Pebbles to the rail, and moved her up to a fast walk. As we entered the corner, I moved my outside leg back, my reins up, and kissed. 

Jacqui told me off again. “What did I just say about the vocal cues?” 

“Fine,” I rolled my eyes, “I’ll bring her back down to walk and then pick up the canter quietly.”

Jacqui shook her head. “No, bring her into the canter from a trot,” she insisted, “We don’t canter horses from the walk, it teaches them they can bolt.” I had to fight not to laugh at how stupid this was.

I asked Pebbles to trot, and I thought I clucked quietly enough that Jacqui couldn’t hear me. 

“I heard that,” Jacqui said, “Consider this your last chance. If I hear one more peep out of you, you’re out of here, understood?”

I nodded. I quietly kissed at Pebbles to get her to canter. We made it halfway around the arena before somebody’s dumb dog entered the ring and gave her a startle. Pebbles sped up, dropped low, and spun around. Something about the dog must’ve triggered an embedded memory of cutting cows.

I sank my weight into my heels, grabbed her mane, and chuckled at the situation. Together, we ran the dog out of the ring. 

Jacqui shook her head, scoffed, and pointed at the ground. “That's it Judy, get off!” she barked. 

As far as I was concerned, her reaction came out of nowhere. “Why are you mad at me?” I asked, “Staying on a cutter in an English saddle is a feat in its own right.” I’m not kidding, even Western riders have to hold onto the horn when the horse goes into cutting mode. If anything, Jacqui should be impressed.

“Judy, Pebbles bolted because you made too much noise” she reprimanded, “You need to get off, now.” 

“She didn’t bolt, I told her to get those dogs out of the arena,” I said. It’ll probably be the last time the dog makes that mistake.

"This was your last chance, you blew it"

"Wait, you weren’t kidding?” I asked, utterly surprised, “How was I supposed to know you meant it?" 

Jacqui grabbed Pebbles and led me away from everyone so I could get off.

Pebbles didn’t care about the noise. Nobody else did, either. The only one who made such a big fuss was Jacqui. That was enough to make me suspect it may not be as big a problem as I think. 

People can get weird about certain unpleasant but ultimately harmless stimuli, like second-hand fish funk, and have an outsized reaction. The horse doesn't know the difference between the rider making a mountain out of an ant hill and the rider sensing a genuine threat, so he spooks. The horse spooks at the rider having an outsized reaction to the noise, not the noise itself.

I brought Pebbles back to her stall to untack. Her neighbour is a dark Palomino gelding named Tricky. The guy with the ponytail and scraggly beard in Tricky’s stall looked at me and said, “You’re back early”

“Yeah,” I nodded, “I don’t think they’re letting me in.”

Tricky’s rider raised an eyebrow and tipped his head to one side. “Oh, you had an assessment today?”

“I don’t understand why we can’t use vocal cues?”

Tricky’s rider damn near dropped the brush in his hand. “I've been at Galwaugh since 2004, and we were allowed to use vocal cues back then.”

“So, it's new?” I asked.

Tricky’s rider shook his head. “It’s not,” he replied, “it’s a holdover from 2008”

I figured this would be related to the financial crisis. “2008? So it's due to the financial crisis, then,” I said inquisitively. 

Tricky’s rider nodded. “They didn't take into account that the financial crisis artificially lowered their no-show rate, so they sold way more seats for the lesson program than were available,” he said matter-of-factly.

I knew immediately he was talking about overbooking. “Like the airplane?”

“Exactly, but worse. They have to give you your money back if they turn you away because they don’t have enough space, but they didn’t want to do that. Instead, they came up with stupid rules that they only enforced on people who were overweight. That way, they can continue to post revenues from selling seats that didn’t exist.”

Hearing him say that vindicated me. “I knew that rule didn’t make any sense!” I trumpeted triumphantly.

If you make noise because you got startled by the horse spooking at something, whatever noise you made didn't spook it, it's too late at that point. If any other horses spooked after yours, it spooked because the first one spooked, not because of you.

A few weeks after my assessment, I found out that Galwaugh Farms would no longer take new students. Roughly a year later, they shut down the lesson program altogether to focus on breeding. 

@promptsforthestrugglingauthor

[tmt-sketch-a-day]

Sketch a Day 2574- Gruff Cat- 1/17/23

[silverfoxlink]

UNHINGED SPICY RHINK 🌶️🌶️🌶️

This More’s really made for all of us who enjoy Rhink 😭

- Rhett GUIDING Link’s waist, I swear I could’ve fainted 😩

- “Hey, he ain’t gonna go pregnant!”

- WHOEVER SHOUTED “YEAH, GO HARDER!” IS MY HERO!!!!

- They’re both so fucking HORNY on main and I’m here for it. Pent up energy from celibacy week lmao

[quiltofstars]

"Galactic Harmony" // Tim Schaeffer, Bray Falls, Tarun Kottary, curtismorgan, Steeve Body, and psparkman

Right of center is the interacting trio of galaxies, Bode's Galaxy (M81), the Cigar Galaxy (M82), and NGC 3077. To the far right is galaxy IC 2574.

To the left is the Vulcan Nebula (WPS 64), a recently discovered nebula!

[lostdrarryfics]

Hii i am searching for a fic where Draco has dissapeared from the wizarding society (or more simply great britain but he's basically living as a recluse idk) for years and has become a writer. The fic starts with Harry going to a masked ball with Hermione (i cant remember if ron was there too) and he finds this super charismatic masked writer with whom he falls in love with (of course its Draco). They talk the whole night and Draco has a pen name i cannot remember that he uses. After the night Harry asks Hermione if she knows that author and she says that she does and gives him a copy of one of his book. The book was about a woman leaving germany or going to Germany after she has done some bad things and basically the book is supposed to say that Draco doesnt deserve redemption even if he had a shitty life before that kind of explain his later decisions in life yk. I cant remember how they meet again after that. I think there was Draco's manager who was a character that was quite heavily involved. I also believe that it was around 14 chapters, maybe more maybe less but i do remember that number somehow and i also believe that the last chapter was purely smutt and there wasnt much more plot there.

We believe you are looking for The Unbearable Burden of Caring by Tessa Crowley (orphan_account) (22k, E)

Don’t forget to bookmark, leave kudos and comments!

[thewertsearch]

CG: ARE YOU LICKING YOUR GLASSES AGAIN? CG: I HATE IT WHEN YOU DO THAT, IT'S FUCKING DISGUSTING. GC: NOMP, WH4TH WOULB EBER G1TH YOU TH4TH 1BE4??? GC: H3H3H3H3H3H3H3

If her messages are responding to her pronunciation, then Terezi must be using voice-to-text. But her messages also use her quirk - which means she’s got some sort of script running, to translate her spoken messages into leetspeak.

Do you see where I’m going with this? There’s a 99% chance that she got Sollux to do this. 

GC: TH4T 1S B3TT3R GC: 1TS MUCH 34S13R TO R34D YOUR COLOR TH1S W4Y GC: YOUR DR4B D1RTY P4V3M3NT GR4Y GC: ON TOP OF BR1GHT C4NDY R3D, L1K3 4 SH1NY LOLL1POP

Son of a fuck, she actually cracked it!

How, though? She can’t have seen his altercation with Jack - the viewport feature didn’t get set up until the Veil.

GC: 1T W4S WH3N 1 GOT CLOS3 3NOUGH GC: TO SM3LL 1T UND3R YOUR SK1N GC: PL34S3 K4RK4T, DO NOT PR3T3ND TH4T YOU FORGOT 4BOUT OUR L1TTL3 MOM3NT CG: WHOA CG: YOU MEAN CG: DURING CG: FUCK.

And I thought they were just flirting? 

Au contraire, Sally!

GC: >;] GC: > ;] GC: >;] GC: > ;] GC: K4RK4T H3LP, TH3Y 4R3 OUT OF CONTROL!!! CG: THOSE ARE EYEBROWS? CG: I THOUGHT THEY WERE HORNS. GC: TH3Y 4R3 HORNS TOO GC: TH3Y 4R3 4R3 WH4T3V3R 1 W4NT TH3M TO B3 CG: ?:B GC: DONT CH4NG3 TH3 SUBJ3CT BY B31NG CUT3! CG: WELL APPARENTLY I JUST CAN'T FUCKING HELP MYSELF CAN I.

I don’t think you’re supposed to think your kismesis is cute - but I don’t think you’re supposed to beat up your matesprit, either. 

Ah, I give up. I think their real quadrant is just ‘awkward teenagers’. 

CG: BUT WHEN IT COMES TO YOUR CRAZY SENSES YOU'RE SO VAGUE, IT'S LIKE TRYING TO DECIPHER THE DAILY HOROSCOPE RIDDLE. CG: OR THE RIDDLES FOR ALL 48 SIGNS COMBINED.

Well, what do you know - the Extended Zodiac, out in the wild!

Looks like our trolls represent one quarter of all Alternia’s Zodiac signs. I wonder if we’ll ever see them in canon, or if this is something that only gets built on outside the comic. 

GC: F1N3, 1TS OK 1F YOU DONT W4NT TO T4LK 4BOUT 1T GC: GOD YOU 4R3 SOOOOO SHY FOR 4N 4NGRY GUY WHO W4NTS TO B3 4 B1GSHOT L34D3R, 1TS R1D1CULOUS

Hey, the guy’s an expert in romantic theory. He never claimed to have mastered the practice. 

[vizuart]

[procrastinatinglumi]

Happy Year of the Rabbit - 兔年大吉

alternative version under the cut

I present to you, the bunny w/o the scarf;

[pesterloglog]

Karkat Vantas, Terezi Pyrope

Act 5, page 2574-2576

CG: OK I GOT YOUR MESSAGE

CG: THANKS FOR NOT HASSLING ME ABOUT IT IN ONE OF THE MEMOS TO GET MY ATTENTION, I APPRECIATE THAT.

CG: UNLESS YOU DID, BUT IT WAS IN A FUTURE MEMO I HAVEN'T WRITTEN YET, IN WHICH CASE HAVE A BIGTIME FUCK YOU ABOUT THAT IN ADVANCE.

GC: NO 1 D1DNT BUG YOU 4BOUT 1T 1N YOUR STUP1D M3MOS!

GC: TH3Y 4R3 4NNOY1NG 4ND 1M T1R3D OF G3TT1NG B4NN3D FOR NO R34SON

CG: POSTING IN THEM AT ALL IS THE REASON. YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO REPLY MEMOS PERIOD, THAT'S THE REASON.

GC: M4YB3 1 W1LL ST4RT MY OWN BULL3T1N BO4RD

GC: 4ND 3V3RYON3 W1LL B3 4LLOW3D TO R3PLY 4NY T1M3 TH3Y W4NT

GC: 3XC3PT FOR GUYS W1TH NUBBY HORNS, OH NO, TH3Y W1LL NOT B3 4BL3 TO R3PLY 4T 4LL

GC: GRUMPY K4RK4TS W1LL B3 3XPR3SSLY FORB1DD3N FROM R41NBOW RUMPUS P4RTYTOWN!

GC: >:P

CG: SOUNDS LAME.

GC: BY TH3 W4Y TH4T W1LL B3 TH3 N4M3 OF TH3 BO4RD 1N C4S3 1T W4SNT CL34R

CG: YEAH I GOT THAT.

CG: THIS IS AN EMPTY THREAT, BECAUSE IF YOU MADE A BOARD AT ANY POINT ON THE TIMELINE I WOULD BE ABLE TO SEE IT RIGHT HERE AND READ THE WHOLE THING ALREADY.

CG: WAIT...

CG: OH GOD, YOU ACTUALLY DID.

GC: Y3SSSSS!

GC: FUTUR3 T3R3Z1 1S LOOK1NG PR3TTY COOL R1GHT 4BOUT NOW >8]

CG: LOOK I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE FRUITY RUMPUS ASSHOLE FACTORY.

CG: WHAT'S ALL THIS ABOUT GOING AFTER THE QUEEN'S RING.

GC: W3LL

GC: TH3 TH1NG TH4T 1S 4LL 4BOUT 1T 1S

GC: W3 H4V3 TO GO 4FT3R TH3 QU33NS R1NG

GC: 1T 1S 4 N3W M1SS1ON

CG: BUT WE'RE STILL IN THE MIDDLE OF TRYING TO PULL OFF REGISURP WITH JACK.

CG: WHY DON'T WE TAKE IT ONE MISSION AT A TIME.

GC: Y34H 4BOUT TH4T

GC: TH3 WHOL3 PO1NT 1S TO D3STROY TH3 R1NG SO J4CK DO3SNT G3T 1T

CG: WHY WOULD WE WANT TO DO THAT, JACK'S AN ALLY.

GC: 4LSO

GC: TH3 M1SS1ON SORT OF 1NVOLV3S 3X1L1NG J4CK TOO

GC: >:|

CG: THIS IS BULLSHIT.

CG: WE'RE NOT EXILING JACK, HE'S COOL.

GC: K4RK4T, H3 1S NOT TH4T COOL!

CG: YES HE IS, HE'S A TOTAL BADASS WITH A FUCK TON OF BLADES AND SHIT, AND HE'S HELPING US OUT.

GC: OK, 1 TH1NK 1TS PR3TTY CUT3 TH4T YOU SORT OF LOOK UP TO H1M L1K3 TH4T

GC: BUT S3R1OUSLY, 1 DO NOT G3T 4 GOOD F33L1NG FROM H1M!

GC: H3 K1ND OF

CG: STINKS?

CG: LET ME ACTED SHOCKED LIKE I DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING.

CG: O:

CG: FUCK I FORGOT MY HORNS, I ALWAYS FORGET THEM

CG: O:B

GC: NO!

GC: W3LL

GC: SORT OF

GC: H3 DO3SNT SM3LL B4D 4CTU4LLY

GC: H3 SM3LLS R34LLY CL34N 4ND SH1NY 4ND D4RK D4RK D444RK L1K3 4N O1L SL1CK 4ND TH3R3 1S 4 T1NY H1NT OF L1COR1C3 TH3R3 TOO

GC: 1TS MOR3 L1K3

GC: TH3 W4Y H3 MOV3S

GC: 1 SM3LL H1S SMOOTH MOT1ONS 4ND TH3 W4Y H3 SQU1NTS H1S 3Y3S 4ND 1T G1V3S M3 TH1S R34LLY N3RVOUS F33L1NG

CG: WHAT A SURPRISE, YOU ARE DRAGGING YOUR SCHIZOPHRENIC NOSE INTO THIS, WHAT AN OUTSTANDING CHARACTER WITNESS.

CG: OBJECTION YOUR TYRANNY! HAHAHA

GC: >:D

CG: THE BOTTOM LINE IS I AM NOT GOING TO EXILE JACK BECAUSE YOU BELIEVE YOU CAN SMELL MALICE OFF AN INTERPRETIVE DANCE.

GC: K4RK4T, H3S 4 J3RK!

GC: H3 H4S ST4BB3D YOU ON MOR3 TH4N ON3 OCC4S1ON!

CG: SOME OF THOSE STABBINGS WERE ACCIDENTAL!

GC: >8|

CG: OK, WELL I KNOW FOR A FACT THE THIRD TIME WAS ACCIDENTAL.

CG: ANYWAY YOU'VE BEATEN THE SHIT OUT OF ME A FEW TIMES YOURSELF.

GC: BUT 1 D1DN'T DR4W BLOOD!

GC: 1 M34N 1 COULD H4V3 TO S4T1SFY MY CUR1OS1TY >:]

GC: BUT 1 D1DNT 4S 4 COURT3SY TO YOU

GC: S1NC3 YOU ST1LL W4NT TO K33P 1T 4 S3CR3T FROM M3 L1K3 4 P3TUL4NT L1TTL3 W1GGL3R >:P

CG: HEY I PROMISED I'D TELL YOU.

CG: I JUST

CG: WASN'T READY OK

GC: W3LL

GC: 1TS OK

GC: 1 KNOW WH4T COLOR YOUR BLOOD 1S 4NYW4Y >:]

CG: NO YOU DON'T

GC: YUP, 1 TOT4LLY DO

CG: LIES, I'VE BEEN VERY CAREFUL.

CG: NOT LIKE ALL YOU CLASSLESS SHITBAGS WHO SLOP YOUR BLOOD ALL OVER THE PLACE EVERY GODDAMN MINUTE LIKE IT'S SOME WEIRD FETISH.

GC: 3RR

GC: HM >:\

CG: WHAT

GC: BL4R

GC: HOLD ON

CG: WHAT IS IT?

GC: 1 S41D HOLD ON! SOM3T1M3S 1TS H4RD TO P1CK OUT TH3 L3TT3RS FROM TH3 HOLO PROJ3CT1ON

GC: 1 N33D TO G3T 4 CLOS3R LOOK!

CG: ARE YOU LICKING YOUR GLASSES AGAIN?

CG: I HATE IT WHEN YOU DO THAT, IT'S FUCKING DISGUSTING.

GC: NOMP, WH4TH WOULB EBER G1TH YOU TH4TH 1BE4???

GC: H3H3H3H3H3H3H3

GC: TH4T 1S B3TT3R

GC: 1TS MUCH 34S13R TO R34D YOUR COLOR TH1S W4Y

GC: YOUR DR4B D1RTY P4V3M3NT GR4Y

GC: ON TOP OF BR1GHT C4NDY R3D, L1K3 4 SH1NY LOLL1POP

GC: DO3S TH4T SOUND F4M1L14R K4RK4T??

CG: YES, I'M EXTREMELY FAMILIAR WITH THIS SORT OF NONSENSE BY NOW, SURE.

GC: NO 1 M34N

GC: GR4Y ON R3D

GC: L1K3 TH3 W4Y YOUR SK1N

GC: CONC34LS YOUR BLOOD

CG: WHAT

GC: C4NDY C4NDY R3D!

GC: L1K3 YOUR PL4N3T

GC: YOU H4V3 STRONG CH3RRY COUGH SYRUP 1N YOUR V31NS! 1T 1S COMPL3T3LY D3L1C1OUS.

CG: WHO TOLD YOU

CG: DID JACK TELL YOU

GC: NO H3 DO3SNT T4LK MUCH

GC: 1 F1GUR3D 1T OUT MYS3LF

CG: HOW

GC: 1 GOT 4 CLOS3R LOOK

GC: R3M3MB3R >:]

CG: NO

GC: PFFF YOU 4R3 PL4Y1NG SO DUMB, YOU KNOW 3X4CTLY WH4T 1 4M T4LK1NG 4BOUT

CG: I CLEANED UP MY WOUND AND CHANGED MY SHIRT BEFORE I EVEN MET YOU, I'VE BEEN EXTREMELY CAREFUL.

CG: SO YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO FILL ME IN.

GC: 1T W4S WH3N 1 GOT CLOS3 3NOUGH

GC: TO SM3LL 1T UND3R YOUR SK1N

GC: PL34S3 K4RK4T, DO NOT PR3T3ND TH4T YOU FORGOT 4BOUT OUR L1TTL3 MOM3NT

CG: WHOA

CG: YOU MEAN

CG: DURING

CG: FUCK.

CG: OK SHHHHHHHHHH SHH SHH SHH...

CG: LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT THIS, NOT HERE.

GC: TH1S 1SNT 4 M3MO!

GC: 1TS 4 PR1V4T3 CORR3SPOND3NC3 JUST B3TW33N US, R3M3MB3R?

CG: I KNOW BUT

CG: DAMMIT

CG: WRITING ALL THESE MEMOS HAS MADE ME PARANOID.

CG: IT JUST DOESN'T FEEL SECURE CHATTING ABOUT IT OVER THE CLIENT, I DUNNO.

CG: WE CAN TALK ABOUT IT IN PERSON.

GC: HOW "1N P3RSON" DO YOU M34N?

GC: UH OH LOOK 4T MY 3Y3BROWS G3TT1NG C4RR13D 4W4Y H3R3

GC: >;]

GC: > ;]

GC: >;]

GC: > ;]

GC: >;]

GC: > ;]

GC: K4RK4T H3LP, TH3Y 4R3 OUT OF CONTROL!!!

CG: THOSE ARE EYEBROWS?

CG: I THOUGHT THEY WERE HORNS.

GC: TH3Y 4R3 HORNS TOO

GC: TH3Y 4R3 4R3 WH4T3V3R 1 W4NT TH3M TO B3

CG: ?:B

GC: DONT CH4NG3 TH3 SUBJ3CT BY B31NG CUT3!

CG: WELL APPARENTLY I JUST CAN'T FUCKING HELP MYSELF CAN I.

GC: NOP3

CG: HOW CAN YOU EVEN SMELL SO DAMN WELL, ANYWAY.

CG: YOU GIVE ME A HARD TIME ABOUT BEING COY ABOUT SHIT

CG: BUT WHEN IT COMES TO YOUR CRAZY SENSES YOU'RE SO VAGUE, IT'S LIKE TRYING TO DECIPHER THE DAILY HOROSCOPE RIDDLE.

CG: OR THE RIDDLES FOR ALL 48 SIGNS COMBINED.

GC: 444RGH

GC: YOU 4R3 4 R3L3NTL3SS SUBJ3CT CH4NG3R! >XO

GC: F1N3, 1TS OK 1F YOU DONT W4NT TO T4LK 4BOUT 1T

GC: GOD YOU 4R3 SOOOOO SHY FOR 4N 4NGRY GUY WHO W4NTS TO B3 4 B1GSHOT L34D3R, 1TS R1D1CULOUS

CG: LOOK

CG: WE'LL TALK

CG: I PROMISE

CG: WHY DON'T YOU JUST SAY SOME STUFF ABOUT YOURSELF FOR A CHANGE

CG: AND CUT ME SOME SLACK.

GC: OK >:]

GC: 1M SUR3 1 M3NT1ON3D 4FT3R YOU M3T MY SPR1T3

GC: 1 L34RN3D FROM H3R THROUGH MY DR34MS

GC: B3FOR3 SH3 H4TCH3D!

CG: YEAH, BUT IT'S STILL SO VAGUE.

CG: THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT.

CG: HOW ABOUT A STRAIGHT ANSWER?

GC: OK, 1LL TRY

GC: WH3N 1 W3NT BL1ND, TH4TS WH3N 1 F1RST WOK3 UP

GC: 4ND MY LUSUS H3LP3D M3 W4K3 UP!

GC: SORT OF

CG: YOU MEAN ON PROSPIT'S MOON.

GC: Y3S

GC: BUT

GC: 3XC3PT FOR 4 V3RY BR13F MOM3NT...

GC: 1 W4S BL1ND 1N MY DR34MS TOO

GC: TH3 DR34M S3LF 1M4G3 1 PROJ3CT C4N'T S33, B3C4US3 1 GU3SS D33P DOWN 1 DONT R34LLY W4NT TO

CG: WHY IS THAT.

CG: IS IT OUT OF SPITE TO VRISKA?

CG: I KNOW I'D PROBABLY BE COOL WITH IT OUT OF SPITE MORE THAN ANYTHING.

GC: NO

GC: NOT TH4T TH3R3 W4SNT SOM3 S4T1SF4CT1ON 1N B31NG OK4Y W1TH 1T

GC: GR4T3FUL 4BOUT 1T 3V3N!

GC: 4ND M4K1NG SUR3 SH3 KN3W TH4T

GC: BUT TH4TS NOT 1T

GC: TH3 D4Y 1T H4PP3N3D W4S TH3 F1RST T1M3 1 3V3R H34RD FROM MY LUSUS

GC: SH3 WOK3 M3 UP, 4ND 3V3R S1NC3 H4S B33N T34CH1NG M3 4 D1FF3R3NT W4Y TO S33

GC: 4 D1FF3R3NT W4Y TO P3RC31V3 3V3RYTH1NG 1 GU3SS, NOT JUST 1N 4 S3NSORY W4Y

CG: OK, SO WHY DID YOU NEVER TELL ME ANY OF THIS?

GC: YOU WOULDNT H4V3 GOTT3N 1T!

GC: 3V3N NOW YOU ST1LL DONT R34LLY

GC: YOU H4V3 NOT 3V3N S33N SK414 Y3T

CG: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WAKE UP.

GC: 1 DONT KNOW!

GC: SOM3TH1NG D1FF3R3NT DO3S 1T FOR 3V3RYBODY

CG: HOW MANY OF US ARE AWAKE NOW?

CG: HOW MUCH OF THE FUTURE DID YOU "SEE" BEFORE WE STARTED

CG: IN THE CLOUDS, LIKE KANAYA

CG: ALSO HOW DID YOU GO BLIND ANYWAY???

CG: WHAT DID SHE DO TO YOU, I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU'RE SO CAGEY ABOUT THAT.

CG: I STILL DON'T SEE HOW SHE COULD BLIND YOU WITHOUT BEING ANYWHERE NEAR YOU.

CG: OBVIOUSLY SHE CAN'T CONTROL YOU, SO WHAT GIVES?

GC: K4RK4T SHUT UP!

GC: GOD

GC: HOW 4BOUT 1F

GC: 1 T3LL YOU 4LL 4BOUT TH4T STUFF N3XT T1M3 W3 4R3 "1N P3RSON" >;]

GC: 1N F4CT, 1 W1LL T3LL YOU WH3N YOU W4K3 UP!

GC: UNT1L TH3N 1 W1LL K33P T4BS ON YOU 1N YOUR TOW3R WH1L3 YOU SL33P L1K3 4 L1TTL3 HON3Y P4J4M4'D PUP4 N3STL3D 1N H1S COCOON

CG: WAIT LET ME GUESS.

CG: DO I LOOK ADORABLE?????????

GC: 4CTU4LLY

GC: YOU LOOK K1ND OF L1K3 4 B1G P1L3 OF SM3LLY B4RF

CG: WOW, WHAT THE FUCK.

GC: OF COOOOUUUUURS3 YOU DO, DUMB4SS >:]

CG: OH

CG: THEN

CG: GOOD I GUESS

GC: OK 1V3 GOT TO FLY

GC: DONT WORRY 4BOUT TH3 R1NG M1SS1ON

GC: YOU C4N ST4Y BUSY W1TH R3G1SURP

GC: 1 W1LL ORG4N1Z3 TH3 N3W M1SS1ON MYS3LF

GC: L4T3R!

CG: WAIT

CG: TEREZI

CG: PLEASE DON'T TELL THEM ABOUT MY BLOOD.

CG: I WANT TO TELL THEM, I MEAN I WILL TELL THEM.

CG: LATER

CG: ONCE THEY RESPECT ME AS A LEADER.

GC: OK

GC: 1 W1LL K33P TH4T S3CR3T 1F YOU K33P TH1S ON3 1 T3LL YOU

GC: WH1CH 1S TH4T

GC: B3TW33N YOU 4ND M3 K4RK4T

GC: 1 TH1NK TH3Y 4LR34DY DO

GC: BY3!

GC: <3

CG: BYE

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