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fabricated-misslieness · 4 years ago

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Kyoya Ootori x hot-headed!femenine!bigender reader

using pronouns they/them because I don’t know what your two genders are

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Word Count: 1,586

My name is (y/n) (l/n), I’m 17, in year 2 of Ouran Academy and I’m bigender.

Most people think I’m a girl, and I rather it stay that way, at least until I finish High School. Not that I was scared that the Ouran Students would bully me, as my parents could easily get them expelled. But I rather avoid the bothersome questions like, ‘How does it work?!’, ‘What’s in your pants?’, and all the like.

My mom’s a designer and owns her own brand, my dad runs a famous fashion magazine. Together, they run a modelling agency and both modelled when they were younger.

That means that looks are a big thing in the family and my siblings and I started modelling young, so by now people know our faces. That’s the problem with being bigender under a family such as this one.

My parents are open, they accepted me when I came out of the closet but my mom’s always loved the concept of modelling while being Bigender.

All those clothes she could make to accentuate that fact and all the poses she could put me in.

I asked her if I could come out to the modeling world when I was out of high school and she agreed, but she’s always waiting for the day that I finish.

The modeling world thinks I’m female and apart from family, nobody else knows I’m bigender.

Or at least that’s what (y/n) thought.

Today, Tamaki dragged them into coming into the Host Club. Tamaki’s always pestering them to become a host, as they are a famous face around the halls of Ouran and, according to what Kyoya tells him, ‘easy money’.

(y/n) was just around the corner of Music Room 3, talking with their friend, so when Tamaki saw them he took the opportunity, grabbing their arm and booking it to the Host Club.

“Tamaki, what the--” (y/n) was interrupted with flower petals flying towards their face, which they grabbed just in time before they got hit.

“Oh, Tamaki. Did you manage to get them to agree?” Kyoya asked when he saw that the person who’d entered wasn’t a customer.

“Them? What are you talking about, Kyoya?” One of the Hitachiin twins asked.

(y/n) turned around and was about to open the door when they were interrupted by a slightly more femenine voice. “Don’t bother, it’s locked. I know from experience.”

(y/n) sighed. “Tamaki, I told you I didn’t want to be a host.”

“You wouldn’t want your secret to go out, would you?” (y/n) narrowed his eyes at Kyoya. He could just be bluffing, but he always seems to know everything. “That you’re bi--”

“Alright, alright! Shut up.” Kyoya smirked at them.

“Wait, you’re bisexual?” One of the Hitachiin asked. “So that means that you can have double the audience and be comfortable with it!” The other said.

Well, it’s a good cover-up.

“Yeah.” Kyoya continued to smirk at (y/n), he knew that wasn’t just it. This is just blackmail.

(y/n) pointed a finger in the host club’s general direction, saying, “Just don’t be homophic. Or else.”

“But what’s her type?” Tamaki asked, he had a finger tapping his chin as he thought.

Renge popped up from the ground, making (y/n) jump in surprise. Renge’s laugh hurt their ears like a hyena laugh.

“Tamaki, I’m disappointed in you! How could you not know? Anyway, she’s the hot-headed type. I doubt she can keep her hot-headedness down a little when talking to guests.”

(y/n) raised an eyebrow at Renge.

“We’ll see how she acts today. If it’s too much, we can pair her up with Haruhi like how we did with Kasanoda.”

Tamaki immediately shot up to protest, wailing his arms around. “I can’t have my dear daughter be with somebody like her! I can’t have her getting any ideas! What if she becomes bi..” Tamaki continued to rant.

(y/n) wasn’t angry, well they were, but they were more confused than angry. “Daughter? She?”

Haruhi face-palmed and (y/n) could tell everybody else also wanted to as well. “I, uh--” Tamaki went to sulk in a corner, muttering to himself, “I’m such a failure of a dad.”

After the news that Haruhi was a girl, (y/n) had to host people. Bleh, they were disgusted just at the thought of it.

They were surprised when some girls actually did come sit down with her. No boys came, seeing as (y/n) wasn’t being advertised yet and boys rarely came anyway. The girls expected (y/n) to flirt with them, but they weren’t much of a flirt so they just answered a few questions the girls asked. Some questions were too personal for their liking, and being a hot head, they got a bit angry. They tried to tone it down though, flashing a fake smile and casually saying it was too personal, trying to hide their anger.

And then one brave girl muttered an insult and they just exploded.

Luckily, Kyoya spotted this, and held them back before they spat out any insult.

The cool type pulled (y/n) behind his back and bowed to the girls, apologizing even though (y/n) had done nothing.

For the rest of the club time, (y/n) sat in the changing room, doing nothing.

After club time, Renge popped up from the ground again and said that (y/n) definitely needed somebody to be paired up with, suggesting Haruhi. Tamaki once again objected, suggesting (y/n) and Kyoya instead.

Renge gasped after thinking about it for a few seconds. “Nice one, Tamaki! The cool type with the hot-headed type.”

“Well, (y/n)-chan. You’re going to be paired up with Kyoya-kun, like Mori and Honey!”

(y/n) was about to say something at the mention of ‘chan’, but was stopped by a tap on the shoulder from Kyoya.

(y/n) turned to Kyoya with a glare, knowing full well he could just say their secret at any minute. They gritted their teeth before taking a deep breath and trying to calm down.

“Sure, fine! Whatever.”

(y/n) was glad it was the end of the day, they could finally relax and steam off at home.

For the rest of the club times, (y/n) sat next to Kyoya and they hosted people together. (y/n) attracted a lot of male guests, mostly daintier boys.

Anytime that (y/n) would get angrier than slightly angry, which was often, Kyoya would lean in and whisper a reminder of what he knew into their ear.

Because of it being often and the fact that they were paired up together, not because of looks, but rather, personality, girls would ship the two of them together. Which, unfortunately for the two of them, made Renge suggest they do an act like the Hitachiin twins’ act.

Most of their acts would be (y/n) acting like they were super angry and have Kyoya kiss them on the cheek to calm them down.

Doing the act a lot made Kyoya actually do it outside of the act, rather it just being whispering in their ear, it was now a mix of both because the kissing on the cheek somehow worked.

Other acts could include the hot head acting really angry and jealous after the cool type flirted with some other girl and acting as if they were getting frisky right before club time. The acts would usually paint Kyoya as the dominant one. (y/n) hated having to act.

Not because they felt it was forced, but because the acts started making his body believe they were dating, so, that meant they were falling in love.

Kyoya fell enough because of the acts, and how easy it was to get a reaction out of them. It’s easy to fall in love with a hot head if you think they look cute when they’re angry.

Outside of clubtime, Kyoya would also kiss (y/n)’s cheek to calm them down. The Hitachiin twins would often tease them about it and they did so even more when Tamaki told them that Kyoya would do it sometimes during class as well.

Both of them found out about their crush on each other one day during club time.

It was nearing the end of the day, (y/n) and Kyoya were doing their kiss on the cheek act. Except (y/n) accidentally turned their head when Kyoya leaned in for the kiss. They ended up kissing on the lips in front of everybody in the club room. Both of them flushed a bright red, making the girls squeal and the boys flustered as well.

The other hosts called an early close to club time, getting ready to tease the hell out of both of them.

(y/n) dragged Kyoya into the changing room, locking the door behind them.

As the hot-head locked the door, Kyoya spoke up. “I like you.” When (y/n) turned back around, they said, “I like you too.”

“Do you want to go on a date?” The cool type asked. Most people would be stuttering, but as he’s the cool type, he’s calm.

“Yeah! Where to?”

When the date plans were arranged, the two hosts walked out of the changing room.

Tamaki exploded at the two of them, not particularly with questions.

“So you’re dating, right? Of course you’re dating! That’s fantastic! Now I can have my little Haruhi all to myself with no risk of (y/n) getting in the way. That’s two less from six! Soon enough, Haruhi will--”

“Shut up, senpai!”

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exhaustedfander · 4 years ago

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Hideaway: Chapter Seven

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word count: 2,249

It’s here! I’m sorry this chapter took so long, I’ve had a lot of school work and mental health shit. But gosh, the election results were such a releif, and I’m happy I was finally able to finish this chapter. I’d love to hear what you think of it!

Panic still thrums wildly in Logan even hours – or what he suspects to be hours; the sun has risen and set several times over now – after the initial conclusion. Not usually someone to give in to something so illogical, he prays that Roman can’t see the trembling of his limbs, or hear the nervous, fluttering thoughts his mind continues to produce. He’s freaking out and he doesn’t know what to do.

It’s not as though Logan wasn’t aware that it was a possibility, he could someday feel strongly about one of his fellow sides. He’s seen how Janus and Patton behave around each other, even when they think they're hiding their relationship well (they aren’t). He’s seen the passing looks that Virgil and Remus give each other from time-to-time, expressions that bear a strange mix of resentment, anger, and longing. Logan has long since given up trying to understand what those glances really mean. These are things that Logan’s always been semi-aware of, but he never expected them to apply to himself, especially not something as drastic as love.

It doesn’t make any sense. Sure, he was aware of a certain fondness he felt for the creative side. He was even bold enough to label it an attraction, but love? Something so achingly raw, so disastrous and strong? He doesn’t understand how he can be capable of such an intense feeling and it’s quite possibly going to be the death of him (figuratively, of course, although he can’t be too sure. This certainly feels like it could be a cause of death).

The point is, Logan’s trying to ignore it. After breakfast, Roman insists that they should venture outside of the castle and that he has something he’d like to show him. Logan doesn’t like this idea. While The Imagination is undoubtedly beautiful and fantastical, it’s also something he has so little understanding of. It’s far beyond Logan’s realm of comprehension, so odd and he barely knows what to make of it.

He would’ve never agreed to come here, was it for Roman coming too. Even if he didn’t fully understand the reasoning then, he does now. It’s frightening, how far he’d go if Roman only asked. The lengths he would go to make that man smile are an issue he does not wish to dwell on, but he can’t help but do so. He remembers when it was easy to be stern to him, to say no. But now, in the state they’re in? Logan is helpless, and Roman doesn’t seem to be much better off.

“Come on, it’s just up ahead,” Roman says, taking Logan by the hand. They’re going uphill, towards whatever destination Roman’s decided on. Logan tries to ignore the way his body tingles from their joining hands all the way to his shoulder.

“Where are you leading me?” Logan asks teeth gritted. He can’t help it; he’s so goddamn jittery.

“It’s a surprise,” Roman sing-songs, “Oh, don’t give me that look. It’s a good surprise, I promise.”

“I don’t particularly like surprises.”

“You’ll like this one,” Roman says so surely, as though he knows it without a shadow of a doubt. That’s odd, considering how unsure of almost everything he’s seemed recently. Roman has been so unhappy with his creations as of late, so dissatisfied, that the fact that he’s actually excited to show Logan something is… interesting. It’s good, probably. Logan thinks it’s good.

Upon internally battling this love he’s apparently been harboring and trying to quell the anticipation of whatever Roman’s surprise must be, Logan hardly notices that they’ve stopped walking until Roman gives his hand a gentle squeeze.

“We’re here.”

Logan looks out at the clearing that Roman has brought them to, his eyes scanning over the picturesque scenery. And then he spots them, and his heart flutters.

Two unicorns stand in the grass, looking at him and Roman. They’re fur and manes are a pristine white, while their horns are a light bluish color. They don’t look startled by the sudden company, not in the least bit. In fact, they look curious, curious about Logan.

“Roman they’re – they’re beautiful,” Logan gasps, surprised by how taken aback he’s suddenly become. He doesn’t remember the last time he was so captivated – excluding, of course, every time he looks at Roman.

“Do you like them?” Roman asks, a smile gracing his lips that says he already knows the answer to the question.

“They’re magnificent,” Logan says softly, eyes fixed on the creatures. He tries to find it in himself to think this is ridiculous; Roman’s created these animals, there’s no such thing as unicorns. He’s logic, he shouldn’t be enamored by something so childish. And yet, he can’t help but be transfixed.

“You can pet them if you’d like.” The offer shouldn’t make him as happy as it does.

Logan turns to look at Roman, anticipation coursing through him.

“Are- are you certain? I don’t want to startle them…” Roman nods, smiling.

“Go on,” he encourages, gesturing to them. Slowly, Logan approaches one of them, a trembling hand reaching out.

“H-hello there,” Logan greets the creature, feeling a little silly. But then, the unicorn tilts its head and nuzzles against his hand. Logan melts.

“Oh. I think- I think they like me.”

“They love you,” Roman says, voice brimming with fondness. The other unicorn approaches and Logan’s smile widens even more so, his other arm outstretching to pet the animal’s mane.

Logan thinks not of the intensity of his feelings for Roman. He doesn’t dwell on the anxiety that has gripped his heart or wonder how long they’ve really been here – because he has been beginning to wonder.

No, for now, Logan simply takes the beautiful moment in.

“Thank you for this, Roman,” Logan says, the unicorns still very interested in him, nuzzling him and standing close.

“Anything for you, darling,” Roman says softly, and for once, Logan isn’t overwhelmed by the term of endearment. His mind is far too occupied.

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Leaves crunch underfoot as they walk in uneasy silence – silence Virgil is sure will be broken any minute now. It’s only a matter of time.

"So, you think they’re fucking?” And, there it is.

“Can you not, for like, five seconds?” Virgil asks, exasperated.

They’ve been walking for a while now in Remus’s side of The Imagination, heading towards Roman. The castle that Remus is fairly sure they’re residing in isn’t in view yet, but Remus claims it should be soon.

“Can I not, what? Be insanely charming?” Remus asks, nudging Virgil who groans in response.

“Charming, right.”

“Oh c’mon, Virgey, admit it. You’ve missed me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

Even as he says it, Virgil isn’t entirely confident with his statement. Of course, for a great deal of their time together, he was afraid of Remus. When they were younger the intrusive side was even more unpredictable, and Virgil had been going through so much at the time as it was. But it’s been a long time now since Virgil’s genuinely been afraid of Remus and his feelings are… well, they’re complicated. More complicated than he wants to admit.

“So, how much further is Roman’s side?” Virgil asks, hoping to change the subject. By the look in Remus’s eyes, though, he’s not getting out of it that easy.

“Not far now,” Remus says, a tinge of disgust in his voice, “I hate his frou-frou side. It’s so full of flowers, and rainbows, and unicorns. Bleh!” Virgil looks around at the fire-singed trees and strange creatures that surround them in Remus’s side.

“And yours is that much better?” He asks, gesturing to the decay. Remus smiles.

“Oh come on, Emo. I know you prefer this to Roman’s non-stop goody-two-shoes-ness. Admit it: he can be a bit much, can’t he?” Virgil bites his lip.

“Yeah, he can. But so can you,” Virgil says, “And, he’s never tried to set me on fire.” Remus smacks him on the arm.

“That was an accident and you know it!”

“Mm, do I, though?”

The tense silence that had previously enveloped them returns for a few minutes, Virgil’s mind drifting to Patton and Janus.

“Do you think Patton’s doing okay?” It feels stupid, asking Remus. The Duke and Patton have by no means been on the best of terms, and regardless, Remus knows as much as he does. But he can’t help from worrying, and he’s the only person around to ask.

“Oh no, I’m sure Janus is torturing him horribly as we speak,” Remus says, his tone teasing but Virgil really isn’t in the mood, “What do you think his preferred means of torture are? I’d go for waterboarding, or bone-breaking, myself. But Double-D’s a more clean-cut guy, so maybe he’ll go for blinding. Not something messy, I’m sure. But I –.”

“Knock it off!” Virgil interrupts, anger rising with each word out of his mouth. Remus stops in the middle of the path they’re walking on, forcing Virgil to do the same.

“You’re not worried about Thomas’s safety, are you? That’s not why you’re asking if Patton’s okay?” Remus doesn’t give him time to butt-in, “No, you’re worried about Janus. You’re worried about him and Patton being in charge together.”

“And what if I am?” Remus glares at him, exasperated.

“You’d think after all those years you spent with us, you’d have a little more trust.”

“What reason has Janus given me to trust him in – god, ages?” Virgil spits venomously, “Think of how often he lied to me, to both of us!”

“Yeah, he’s deceit. It’s kind of in the job description.” Virgil shakes his head.

“Not the way he acted.”

“So, what, you don’t trust him with Patton? Gee, Virgil, I thought that you were upset about him being overprotective of you. Looks like you’re turning the table on Pat.”

“I am not being overprotective!” Virgil says, but the waver in his voice indicates otherwise, “It’s just – he didn’t know Janus like we did back then. When we were the outcasts.”

“Oh, open your fucking eyes!” – Multiple sets of eyes suddenly appear around them, littering the sky and trees, before quickly disappearing – “We’re still the outcast. You and Jan have just gotten an upgrade. We’re still the ‘dark sides’, the ones that Thomas is most wary of. That’s never going to completely change, and you know it.”

“Remus, stop it.”

“Stop, what? Telling the truth? I thought you were sick of all the lying?”

“I said, stop it!” Virgil shouts, voice rising in volume.

“He loves Patton. He’s not going to do anything to hurt him, or Thomas, or anyone. The fact that you’re more concerned about Janus’s behavior than mine is ridiculous. I’m supposed to be the one who isn’t to be trusted.”

The prospect of Janus loving Patton, really loving him, and Patton feeling the same is one that Virgil does not know how to compute. Even still, despite his better judgment, he can’t help but dwell on the hurt in Remus’s voice. Why does he sound so wounded, as though he fully expects Virgil to still be terrified of him? And why does Virgil care in the first place?

“I – I never said I trusted you,” Virgil sputters, knowing it’s going to make things worse, but finding himself too overwhelmed not to dig himself in a deeper hole, “It’s just…”

“It’s just, what?” Remus asks, exasperation replacing his usual jovial tone, “Admit it: You don’t even know what you’re afraid of anymore. You don’t know what to expect of Janus because, newsflash, it’s been years since you’ve had a real conversation with him.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. This isn’t about me.”

“Oh, it isn’t, is it?” Remus asks with a laugh, though the sound lacks humor, “You know… Double-D’s never stopped missing you.”

Virgil stifles a cough as the breath is knocked from his lungs. Tightness settles in his chest, constricting and terrible, and he begins walking again, picking up his previous pace.

“Where are you going? I’m not done talking to you!”

“We need to find your brother,” he says without looking back at Remus, walking even faster, “We don’t have time for this.”

“I don’t care!” Remus says, and Virgil isn’t sure which sentence he’s replying to, “We need to talk about this, Virgil. It’s gone on too fucking long.”

“We don’t need to talk about anything!”

“Yes, we do! Do you know how hurt that Janus was when you left us? Do you know how long he mourned you like you’d died?”

“Shut up! Just – just fucking shut up!” Virgil cries, nearly running now, from what, he can’t say. The pressure in his chest increases, the sound of Remus’s footfalls not far behind him sending ripples of panic through him.

“You left us, Virgil! You left us without so much as an explanation! He missed you for years; still misses you! And so do I!”

That sets a pit in Virgil’s stomach like so few things. He can feel the tension crackling in the air, can taste the regret forming on his tongue. Still, he continues forward, desperate not to look back and see the expression on Remus’s face, whatever it might be.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, I do!” Remus insists, his hand clamping down on Virgil’s shoulder as they breach the gap to Roman’s side of The Imagination.

And then, Remus and Virgil are plunged into darkness, as though the sun itself has been extinguished.

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snapping-bees · 7 years ago

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Werewolf!ParkKyung

I don’t know what’s up but everything I’ve been writing I’m liking and I swear it gets longer everytime. I finished this rlly l8 at night so if it seems off that might be why

he doesn’t care a single bit

uses it like a party trick

you work at some dead end job that you refuse to call a career

he horseplays all the time

head locking other employees

brags about how realistic his dog impressions are

confused his peers into thinking there was a puppy in the room one time

laughs really loudly whenever he wants

during a conference

in the bathroom

also sleeps whenever he wants

during a conference

in the bathroom

(rumor has it)

Honestly, you have no idea how he hasn’t been fired

winter workplace party at the boss’ house

you overhear why he hasn’t been cut

someone had the guts to ask and you couldn’t miss this

“kyung, weeeeell, he’s just misunderstood,

“When he does work he’s like a goddamn bee

“So efficient, not missing a spot, gets so much done in one sitting

“plus, he’s fun to keep around”

you huff, misunderstood

sounds like a girlfriend trying to protect a shitty boyfriend

Seeing him outside alone you join him grabbing your coat

So cold out and yet he’s in only a button up and slacks

He’s just staring intently at the moon.

U n w a v e r i n g

doesn’t even spare you a glance when you walk out

he knows you’re there

you have a cup of ice water because its warm inside but you regret taking it with you outside

should have just dumped it out

“Just overheard the boss bragging about you”

“oh. cool.”

curt answers.

He’s completely locked in with the moon

you really didn’t want this to be awkward,,,,,

“Boss called you misunderstood,”

you giggle a bit.

No response.

“Aren’t you freezing??? Look at you!”

“too hot inside”

You actually face him to get a good look,

sweating profusely, trembling eyes shining unnaturally in a pinkish hue

“Yo man, you okay???”

concern dripping from your voice

He snaps out of it, facing you but avoiding eye contact,

looking down, rubbing the back of his head

“Can I,,,,, Can I have some of that?”

“Ice water?????”

“Yes”

“Sure, not sure why you want it, but knock yourself out- ARE YOU OKAY????”

He just dumped the whole thing on his face

“Yeah, a lot better now actually”

wiping himself off with his sleeve, looking at your empty glass

His eyes went back to normal

Seeing you a bit shaken up he,

“Uhm, wanna go get some more water?”

You don’t even want any water but for the sake of moving on from that moment you agree

As he’s filling the glass he does a double take at you

“You okay? you look a lil,... um,,,, pale”

you were. and also a little light headed

“Yeah, I’m okay. I think I’m just gonna go lay down”

Watching you go to the guest bedroom he keeps the water

As you’re about to fall asleep there s knock

Of course it’s him popping his head in

“Sure you don’t need any water? It’s good for face splashing. The best type of wake up!”

He smiles wide

you giggle a little and sit up

he comes in further

“i’m suuuuper bored,,,, wanna see something cool”

“Yes please I thought the bed was about to consume me”

Also because you want to distance yourself even further from earlier

He shakes his head a recklessly until two fluff ears pop up

Rolling his neck, veins become prominent

flexing his jaw teeth grow

Rolling his eyes to directly look at you it unveils eyes so dark magenta it could be red

Taking a moment to really soak in what happened

“holdup holdup holdup, gimmie a sec,”

He giggles at your delayed reaction

“Ya see I was expecting like a magic trick or some like, double jointed trick. So, N0T what I expected, but definitely cool”

Beginning to feel light headed again you sway backwards

“NO nonononononnoo heyheyhey no passing out now.”

At this point he’s holding you in place

“This isn’t even my full form”

A big grin spreading on him again,

Amazed he got this big of a reaction out of you

Rubbing your face accepting that, yes, this is really happening

You look him up and down

“Can I see your full form?”

He glaces out the window,

“Probably, but are you gonna die???”

“I’m good now”

He gives you an ‘oh rlly?’ look

“Promise, I’m good”

“pinky promise?”

returning the ‘oh rlly?’ look at him

“how old are you????”

“Old enough that if you are passed out and it’s just us in here I’m in for a long night”

“I’M FINE”

“If you say so hun,”

His body pulsates a bit and he rolls his shoulders before hurriedly rushing into the closet

a lil nose pops out, pushing the door open to reveal a BEAST

Deep orange coat, like a tainted beach sunset but accented with clouds, decorated with white patches

Taking a breath to tell him how BA he looks

The door creaks open

in comes a drunken boss and peer

“ohhhhh my gooooood y/nnnnnnn

“is this your doooooooooooooooog????”

panic

“UH, yEa, mY d@wg ha ha haah”

The boss throws himself onto Kyung

“name??”

“His name is Ky-”

Feeling him glaring daggers you think quick

“kycumber. Cucumber. His name is cucumber”

“AAAAAAWEEEEEEE

“Cucumber should stay the night!!!

“Cucumber is the cutest thing I have ever seen since my yorkie passed”

oh how quickly daggers changed into whimpers and puppy eyes

“we can’t stayyyy,,,, its uh cucumber’s dinner time, yes!”

“There’s plenty of food here”

“Cucumber is very very picky, a brat really. Poor lil’ thing also has the softest stomach. One wrong thing, VOMIT. EVERRRRRYWHERE. BLEHHHHHH BLEH BLEH, BLEEEEEHHHHHHHH”

trying your hardest to sound unappealing

buring his face into Kyung’s neck

“OH POOR THING,

“I guess that means goodbye cuddlekins”

Kissing Kyung right between the ears

With that he, was, DONE.

This embarrassment, being compared to a yorkie, cuddlekins

He ran to grabs his clothes and he. was. GONE.

You chase after him find

out front

back in human form

covering his face

“You okay cuddlekins?” giggling

“Don’t call me that.”

“okay okay, but you do seem too cuddley in that form”

he just looks at you

“okay, minus the murderous eyes, claws ready to kill, teeth like knives, and popping veins, you seem too cuddley”

“this never happened.”

“OH NO, this definitely happened”

“I’m telling you now, what’s gonna happen is I’m gonna go in there, raid for food, and we are both going home”

That’s exactly what happened

But when work got back in you’d leaves notes with teasing wolf/dog/cuddle teasing names on them

“fyi Orange Cream Pop Pup, pizza will be in the break room in 5″

You would call him Orange Cream too often due to his coat

One day he leaves a note on your desk reading

“Call me cuddley one more time l/n f/n. Ill show you just how cuddley I can be. You won’t even need a blanket. Netflix and chill will become Netflix and COMA”

You reply,

“Come at me full power Cuddlekins”

#i uploaded this to the wrong blog HOURS AGO #im so lil upset at myself #but oh welll #block b scenarios #block b imagines #block b werewolf #park kyung #park kyung imagines #block b park kyung #park kyung werewolf #park kyung scenarios #block b #mine

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Do Voldemort/Snape/Umbridge lmao

I think you’re overestimating my ability to not be creative about the situation, as well as my self-preservation and my interest in women because that’s what makes Umbridge rank worst from an SO perspective. (she’s not even a pretty woman, she’s a super gross woman inside and out, so it does nothing for me on any level, meh, bleh, weh)

This got lengthy so it’s under a cut, you’re welcome, enjoy. And I bothered to put these into exactly no logical canon timeframe.

Well get this out of the way, fake date umbridge. because I will find ways to mortify her. I will drag her to youmacon. I will point out a photograph taken of Nancy Pelosi in a pink suit with all the Senate pages and then assure her that, no, of course you’re just as pretty in your headmistress photo as that Muggle politician is. Why would there even be a comparison. dear. [this is a real photo that we saw being taken at the Capitol when we toured circa HBP’s film coming out; we had to stifle giggles]

And then arrange a scenario where she’s jailed for tax evasion. I’m not marrying the toad; no fifth amendment protections for non-spouse SOs as I recall. I assume MACUSA can ensure she’s put somewhere good and tedious.

(note: this is the only scenario where I envisioned it happening in america)

now, hm. I guess I would slow burn Voldemort because I reckon if you’re his stated enemy, that’s probably not a changeable status. He’s all emotionally stunted in that way. So enemies to lovers doesn’t seem plausible. So, then, I guess I’m some Bellatrix-esque tart, except, well, myself. So rather than wetting myself over THE DAHHK LAWD, I’m just mildly amused at his fascist goals. “That’s a way to do it, I suppose, but hate’s a pretty tedious method to carry on with the world, and let’s remember that you never actually held power long term *ducks AK* so maybe something less... Hitlery? Oh don’t look at me like that, you grew up in muggle-trash London, you know who Hitler is.”

And it goes on and on and on and on and on and it is a slow burn because he’s incapable of love and I think the best we manage for much of the run before the author begins developing carpal tunnel is “I barely tolerate her because she has 0.01% of a point; I tell the others she is too amusing to kill.” At least now I have slytherin creds to brandish to get a foot in the door.

And being endlessly at such a tenuous “I guess that was almost funny, so I won’t murder you?” stage, I don’t have to figure out how to kiss a noseless man or how to deal with a jealous pet snek.

you’re going to regret this

Enemies to lovers is a very tolerable way to deal with Snape, given the options on this playing field. Professors who tell you that your answer is wrong only for the right answer to be “the same thing but because I said it, it’s right” are my least fuckin faves. Snape treads close to that territory.

But again, I have slytherin creds now. I’m also quite impulsive, so I can see myself writing him an annoyed owl after a class detailing specific moments where his behavior decreased the educational advantage to Housemates and how this is him not being a benefit to team and should I go to Dumbledore about this; like give that one gryffindor kid double shit, dude might deserve it for all I know [I am bad at popular gossip when it comes to school IRL], but stop fuckin it up for us and maybe for other students who are genuinely trying, ya pissant. And while Snape is very much a pissant, I think he also cares a lot about the House. And to a degree, his job; he definitely gave a fuck when he was sixteen about teaching potions because he was rewriting the goddamned book.

So, I dunno, maybe I can get through to him. I still get detention for unmitigated sass, but I knew that’d happen. Too bad he doesn’t realize how much I am wont to chat while working. And I have an IRL habit of roping even introverts into talking with me when I’m inclined to. What’s he gonna do, give me more detention? I don’t give a shit. I’ll clean this office and every office. Why the hell not. Castle’s an interesting place. How often do I get an elf’s eye view of the place? And anyway are there any good articles out on lacewing colony collapse disorder, because I hear that might screw over the polyjuice industry? Any good places to write? Lacewings are aptly named, you gotta admit. They need more words devoted to them. And then I force him to read my poetry because who the fuck else here knows about lacewings aside from maybe Hagrid who has automatic distrust of green robes? He tells me it sucks. I grin. (I cry later, but that’s not because he said it, just because no one wants to hear that their poem sucks in such flat words.)

In real life, I’m still in touch with some of my professors after graduation and some of them have outright said they think of me as a friend. I wouldn’t date them, because they are married and I am sensible and they are twice my age and the list goes on. But this is a forced narrative scenario, and given my dating history and its repeated Bad Calls, I can see me writing longer and more detailed letters than just “hey got a new job at Witch Weekly doing book reviews, it’s basically whatever’s on the Prophet’s best-seller list minus anything too difficult for a stay-at-home witch to bother with.” He writes back terse one-liners if I’m lucky. I still write a lot, because it makes me feel better about my sorta boring life.

At some point, I dust off the old lacewing scroll and laugh at how bad it was. But the core idea of hiding oneself in another’s reflection has merit, so I rework it. Dredge up old textbooks to reference other ingredients of common potions, because Moste Potente Potions is still a restricted book so maybe not hinting at the recipe in a poem is a good call. It’s eventually as done as this version’s going to be. I send it to him.

It comes back around Christmas with the word “Better.” swirled in the corner. I tack it to the wall and write more. Sometimes they come back with tiny checkmarks by specific lines. I find myself quietly tallying those, like they’re gold stars and I’m back in primary school. And I have to stifle a gasp when one has a note saying he’d copied a version for himself. I can’t help imagining it pinned up on his fridge, him seeing it every day. That image is childish, but it gets me through bleak times.

It’s a year before a poem I didn’t write comes back to me. It is so laughably bad that I’m in tears of laughter for half the night, but then, reading through it, they end up just tears. Who the fuck is this about, because none of the imagery fits me. It’s all flowers of the valley and gentle prey animals. Drawing from my name would be angels or wolves or birds of prey. Who the fuck, then, is this, and why am I sobbing.

Printed at the bottom is a one-word question: Thoughts?

It’s all I can do not to crumple the stupid parchment and chuck it in the flames. Who is she. Who the hell would put up with such an obnoxious, icy, sneering, greasy, loser? I glance in the mirror. Who indeed.

It’s a pathetic weekend spent balled up under a comforter trying to figure out how to rationally handle whatever the hell this is. But like I said, I’m impulsive. I have just enough Floo powder on hand, as well, and my head pokes out into a dingy flat. I think he nearly blacks out, he’s that startled. He does the many-blinking thing.

I arrive swiftly at the point, which is to say that I sob inelegantly and the tears sizzle amid the flames. But I make my demands known through the mouthfuls of ash, both real and simply felt. Who is this other woman you’d write poetry to.

Black eyes should be flat. His have too much depth at moments like these. There’s too much available to read. I don’t want to know that he knows I’m not crying on his behalf. He runs absent fingers through his hair as he looks at me, a gesture I’d forgotten to miss. Then he explains he wasn’t sure how to title it, which is why there wasn’t one. But it would have been an elegy. His way of burying the past.

I point out that repression isn’t healthy. At least, I think I do. Details are so hazy here in the fire.

He kneels before me and says that is correct, if such be the case. But one must part with the past to allow for new beginnings.

Lips brush there in the flames. And then I’m laughing. He pulls back, and I regret it just a little for how hurt those eyes are. Why do I laugh? “That poem sucked!” I shriek, before dragging myself back through the fires to my own hearth, where I lie laughing hysterically for quite some time.

Years later, Elegy to the Valley is deemed complete. I walk with him as far as the gate, but let him enter the graveyard alone. It is summer, and I trace patterns in the warm metal, trying not to watch his shoulders shaking as he reads it to her. If he needs me, I can be there in a moment. But I would rather watch and mentally write my own poem of this moment instead. He will probably produce something about today as well. We will trade parchments and leave spare, biting comments. But our fingers will interlace at the end of the day. It suffices.

The sky is tinged ruddy gold when he arrives back at the gate. We walk briskly to the end of the street. It’s not that we stand out; he still knows the Muggle ways. Still, this is a leonine place not meant for us. Time we made our excuses and left.

The corner is deserted. I see his eyes wander back over the church and the graves beside. I remind him he can always return. He shakes his head. “This is a parting of the ways.” He takes my hand, and we go twisting into the dark.

so yeah, that’s what shipping me with snape looks like; any questions?

#tara what did you do to me #I don't even have strong feelings about snape #I just sat down and wrote it and now I'm sort of sad for it???#fanfic #long post #alskaichou

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Should you find yourself headed to a Dairy Queen for a quick meal … or even a seemingly innocent ice cream cone … watch out for the following menu items, sure to displease even the least picky palate. You’d think a basic burger would be pretty hard to screw up, right? Ground beef, grill, bun, and done. Usually a safe bet off any fast food menu but not so at DQ, at least some of the time. Restaurant reviewers have remarked on their burgers’ peculiar texture, charred taste, and soggy buns, while former employees speak of burgers spending too long in the warming pan. What’s really upsetting, however, is complaints from customers claiming that their DQ burgers caused them to experience serious food poisoning symptoms. Im fine, Im good. If you start to feel sick, then Ill start to AHHHHH! One man even sued a Fort Worth Dairy Queen over a moldy burger that sent him to the ER and cost him over $20,000 in medical bills. According to Ralph Bryan’s attorney, the barber was busy at work when his wife brought him a double patty burger.He took several bites of the burger while it was still partly covered in its wrapper, but declined to finish the rest … it wasn’t until later that he saw the bun was covered in mold. When Bryan later complained to the restaurant where the burger had been ordered, the manager offered him a coupon in compensation. Instead, he chose to file a lawsuit seeking $200,000 to $1 million in damages for his pain and suffering, and perhaps to cover the likely cost of his choosing pricier restaurants for his future dining needs. Raw or undercooked chicken is one of the leading causes of foodborne illness, according to the Center for Disease Control. But for years, unhappy customers have been taking to social media to report raw or undercooked chicken strips from Dairy Queen, some of them even posting photos to prove they’re not exaggerating. One Indianapolis man took his complaints further than posting an online rant, however. I got a couple bites and I was like, this does not taste right, looked at it, ripped it out and realized it was completely raw. Zach Cruse decided to report the incident to DQ corporate, and the company didnt waste any time springing into action.An employee is now fired after serving THIS raw chicken to a customer. The local health department also launched an investigation of the restaurant’s food preparation procedures. If there’s one thing DQ is justly famed for, it’s the soft-serve ice cream they’ve been dishing up since 1940. The thing about soft-serve ice cream, however, is that what makes it so soft is the extra air that’s added into it. This is done with the aid of a pretty complicated machine which can harbor all kinds of nasty bacteria. It turns out that the machines are actually very difficult to get completely clean. The owner of a Dairy Queen in Iowa had her workers clean the soft-serve machines twice a day, and even replaced all of the hoses and fittings on one machine, and yet the machine still failed to meet state sanitation standards and was shut down by local health authorities. One worker who repairs the machines used to make soft serve ice cream commented that he would never allow his family to eat the product, due to the difficulty of disinfecting the machine sufficiently to kill off most of the bacteria.The most unsanitary part of these machines, he stated, was the nozzles, as these become clogged with foul-smelling green gunk, just what you want as the base of your ice cream cone. A food reviewer with Business Insider magazine, who has tasted some of the worst items that fast food restaurants have dished up over the years, still states that the hands-down worst thing she’s ever tried is Dairy Queen’s chili cheese dog. She was unimpressed by the meager amount of chili and the barely-melted, crusty cheese, but what really threw her was the alleged meat inside the bun. She didn’t think it tasted like a hot dog at all, even a bad one. Another taste tester described the hot dog as tasting like it was three weeks old. There’s a good chance that your hot dog won’t be exactly fresh off the grill.One former DQ employee admitted that the hot dogs were used, quote, “over, and over, and over” and even reheated to serve the next day if they weren’t all gone by closing time. Dairy Queen, like just about every other fast food chain out there, does offer a few salads on its menu for the health conscious diner … or perhaps the one who’s saving all their calories for dessert.The problem with ordering a salad at DQ, though, is that you definitely won’t get what you’re paying for. One DQ employee, commenting anonymously on Reddit, described all the ingredients as old, including the lettuce, cabbage, carrots, and, quote, even older grilled chicken,” which sounds like a way for them to get rid of a bunch of unwanted leftovers. What’s more, this same employee revealed a menu change circa 2016, a sneaky downsizing maneuver in which the salad amounts were reduced but the bowls were redesigned to hide this.Oh yeah, and their salads arent exactly healthy options, either. All of the main course salads range from 270 to 400 calories and 11 to 21 grams of fat, and that’s without any dressing. Ok, so nobody goes to Dairy Queen and orders a Blizzard thinking it’s going to be part of a nutritious, well-balanced diet. These are nothing but delicious calorie bombs and we all know it. Every once in a while, you just gotta indulge, though, right? Well, there’s indulging and then there’s just plan insanity, and at DQ there’s one menu item that totally crosses over the line: the Royal Reese Brownie Blizzard filled with peanut butter, in the large size, comes in at a whopping 1,500 calories! That’s 75 percent of the 2,000 recommended daily calories endorsed by the federal Food and Drug Administration. Of course, if you want to feast on a Blizzard from time to time but you have a little self control, you can always order this Blizzard in a mini size. At just 6 ounces, it comes in at a mere 520 calories. If moderation is not your thing, at least you can always console yourself that the large size does supply a respectable 37 grams of protein thanks to its gooey peanut butter-filled core.I thoroughly enjoy this peanut butter. In 2018, a panel of taste testers from foodie website The Takeout set out to rank 19 different Blizzards, and the one that came in dead last, scoring only 1 out of 20 possible taste points, was the infamous Banana Split Blizzard. Why? Because of its watery consistency and its sour taste from overripe bananas. The strawberry and chocolate flavorings were said to be faint, and the taste of pineapple wasnt even noticeable at all.How can one butcher a banana split so terribly? Were unsure, but the conclusion was that this particular Blizzard was pretty much one big fail. When it comes to fast food fry reviews, Dairy Queen fries are usually damned with faint praise. The Daily Hive called them just, quote, “okay,” but rated them #9 on a list of 10 Canadian chains. The LA Times ranked DQ’s fries in the middle of the pack, 7 out of 19, but remarked that, quote, “the flavor isn’t particularly noticeable” and seemingly gave the chain a bump just because Dairy Queen also serves ice cream. A blogger for Odyssey, however, pulled no punches, calling the fries soggy, lifeless, and unseasoned. These reviews, ranging from meh to bleh, are still referring to Dairy Queen fries that are prepared as they should be, and served up relatively fresh.Numerous consumer complaints, however, attest to the fact that the fries may well be cold, stale, or even gritty, and that you may receive far fewer of these than you expect. Although when it comes to DQ fries, perhaps fewer isn’t such a bad thing, after all. Business Insider has reviewed Dairy Queens fish sandwiches several times. A 2016 review called them subpar, with a weak bun, soggy lettuce, bland tartar sauce and fish that could easily be mistaken for chicken. A more recent Business Insider review of Dairy Queen’s Alaskan Pacific Cod sandwich was ambivalent as to whether it was or was not an improvement on DQ’s previous fishwiches. The oil-coated lettuce and excessive tartar sauce were judged to be even worse than before, but the fish itself had seemingly improved from unidentifiable to merely not so great. Yet another review, this one posted on Reddit, characterized the Alaskan Cod sandwich as both gross and, quote, “smushed.” The reviewer backed these claims up with some vomit-inducing photos that not only do look both gross and smushed, but do not in any way resemble the deliciousness shown in the companys advertising photo.One commenter offered the opinion that it was the Redditors fault for ordering fish from a fast food restaurant in the first place, while others remarked upon how Dairy Queen itself so often fails to fulfill expectations. You know a food trend is on its way out by the time it trickles down to fast food chains. Do you remember when, suddenly, every foodie was going gaga over artisanal this, that, and the other thing? Marketers soon found out that this buzzword was an easy way to justify jacking up the price on an item that really didn’t have to fit any specific guidelines to qualify as artisanal. With everyone else having jumped aboard the artisanal bandwagon in 2015, Dairy Queen decided it might as well roll out its own artisan sandwich line, with results that were well, predictable.Business Insider found the chicken bacon ranch sandwich to be soggy, while a Tripadvisor reviewer couldn’t decide whether the chicken mozzarella or the Philly artisan sandwich was worse, reporting them to be microwave-cooked and skimpy on fillings. At least when and if that whole food trend goes away, we won’t have to blame it on millennials. Instead, we can blame DQ and their soggy sandwiches for driving the final nail in the artisanal coffin. Breakfast, the most important meal of the day. What better way to jump start your day than with a tasty, healthy meal sure to fill you with energy or you could just clog up every single artery and scarf down half of your day’s recommended calories and fat right from the get-go. Good luck feeling energized to do anything but head straight back to bed after that. If you’re down with the latter plan, then you’ll definitely want to stop by Dairy Queen and load up on their breakfast, where their country platter fits the definition of heart attack on a plate. The country platter with sausage has been called the absolute worst breakfast item on DQ’s menu, it turns out the platter with bacon is even worse.The sausage platter has 1,060 calories and 38 grams of fat, while the bacon version comes in at 1,150 calories and 39 fat grams. Actually, when it comes to fat alone, there’s yet another contender: the ultimate hash browns platter with bacon. This dish, which could be described as a health crisis waiting to happen, has just 1,030 calories but an incredible, and possibly fatal, 43 grams of fat. So, eat at your own risk. Check out one of our newest videos right here! Plus, even more Mashed videos about your favorite stuff are coming soon. Subscribe to our YouTube channel and hit the bell so you don’t miss a single one. .

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week 1

well! i’ve already written several journal entries about this past week, but the website i was using to write them deleted them :) thousands of words! isn’t that exciting. so i’m gonna summarize the first week here and then continue using this blog, i guess, because even though this website is literal hell at least it (usually) saves posts lol

i landed last friday (sept 1) and stayed with rachel and david garber. they were incredibly sweet to me even though i did pretty much nothing other than sleep or hide in my room and read. at one point we visited a monastery nearby in modi’in, which was beautiful! also jet lag is a bitch

the program started monday, so that’s when i moved into my house and met everyone. it’s actually a pretty sizeable house! we could have probably almost double as much space if there wasn’t so much storage from the program, tbh, but it’s ok because the other groups are all living in apartments, many of them with more than 6 people. so it’s cool.

there are 6 of us, 5 girls and 1 guy:

rachel - very very sweet! kind of like. a naive liberal with p infuriating politics, but she’s incredibly nice. kinda like dorky and awkward sometimes but in a very endearing way (also like aren’t we all lol)

sultana - sultana is so cool lmfao. she’s pretty and smart and has family from all over the world and has been all over the world and has done so many cool things! also some odd politics but like. whatever

marleigh - i love marleigh she’s so laid-back and chill and sweet and fun to be around!! she never learned the alef bet so i’ve been helping her, and she’s picking it up really quickly

madeleine - a purple-haired vegan lesbian with an “animal rights is a feminist issue” sticker on her water bottle. very much like a Tumblr Person. she’s incredibly kind and her girlfriend has been hanging out with us all week and i love them both and they’re adorable

matt - he’s like 28 and can be kind of an asshole sometimes but never toward us. he’s been super nice and funny and helpful around the house and stuff

and then me!

so somehow i managed to score the single room, which is honestly a godsend because i don’t know how i would survive without it. i really was unsure how i was going to deal with being overwhelmed and needing alone time and stuff, and that was one of my biggest sources of anxiety for this program. but everyone seems cool with it (matt has his own room too obviously) and also when i mention that ive never lived not at home, i have anxiety, etc, they all seem happy for me that i have the single so that im able to be a little more comfortable :)

tuesday was destination israel orientation, and basically we just went to a place in bat yam and poorly mingled and then had to introduce ourselves in front of everyone and it was just bleh. i was stuck standing by myself a few times, or otherwise following rachel around. i don’t know how to be social lmfao i’m gonna have to work on that

wednesday we did a walking tour of ramla’s old city, which was really beautiful. we started in a little museum and then walked through the road of the old city (and passed a building where napolean stayed for a night or two!) and then saw the white tower (and climbed all 121 steps up to the top) and the pool of arches, which was awesome.

and then this guy david leichman came for dinner. he’s a friend of jerry kaye’s, i found out, which kind of didn’t surprise me based on the way he talked. he just kind of...rambled about his philosophies on life for like over an hour and seemed very self-important lmao. but it was whatever. everyone else kind of seemed to be hanging on his every word but i was like eh

thursday we visited the center where we’ll be tutoring kids in english and also doing our ulpan and pedagogical training. and then thursday night we went to samir’s and i actually got drunk!

before we went to dinner i had a conversation about politics with marleigh and sultana, and ending up revealing that i’m a leftist before revealing that i’m a lesbian lmfao

and then yeah at samir’s they gave us a free shot of lemon vodka so i took it and ended up taking 2 more, and i didn’t even get nauseous! so i was a nice level of drunk but definitely still functional, and everyone seemed to love drunk jami.

i ended up telling sultana that i’m a lesbian and then also telling madeleine’s gf and then madeleine, which felt good. it was actually a super fun night.

friday sultana marleigh and i went to the beach in tel aviv! it was stunning and soooo nice, but i ended up getting pretty badly sunburned even though i put on sunscreen like 4 times. the salt of the mediterranean was a little much and i hate getting sand everywhere but that’s just what it is.

after the beach on the way home we stopped at one of the shuks in tel aviv, and i got a pair of those light airy middle eastern long pants which i’m incredibly excited to wear.

and then for dinner nurit invited us to her apartment! there was SOOOOOOOOOO much food, it was insane.

nurit and her sister had invited some couples as well, and one of the guys is from nigeria, so we were sitting and talking to him about america for a bit. naturally i ended up ranting about income inequality and classism and stuff and they were so surprised when we talked about like, how expensive education is, food deserts, the opportunities denied to poor people and subsequent blame of poor people for their problems, etc.

and at one point i was like “yeah in america rich people hate poor people” and rachel was like “well that’s not true, not every single rich person does” and then i almost jumped off the (beautiful) 16th floor balcony.

dinner was delicious but there was so fucking much food that i ended up feeling nauseous all night. potentially because i ate some spicy fish. it was so good though i couldn’t turn it down lmao. but they just kept bringing out course after course and people kept trying to persuade me to eat more, and i’m proud to say that i held my ground! not that i really had any other choice bc if i had eaten more i genuinely think i would’ve thrown up.

it’s saturday morning so i’ll probably wait to write tonight’s entry, but idk what i’m planning on doing today. probably nothing.

i had a vivid dream about cameron last night which really fucking sucks. every so often i’ll have a really sweet and intimate and tender dream about him and i wake up feeling so uncomfortable and confused. in the dream i was literally identifying as a lesbian and was like “hm well maybe not” because of him and it was so awful lol. i hate him and i hate what he did to me and i hate that i still dream about him or think about him even though he’s literally such an awful person. like he wants to join the navy i hate him and if i met him now instead of in high school i would still hate him so @ brain what the fuck are you doing!!!!!!

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