#still dont know why my signal poofed

[dittolicous]

so like my bike chain broke and i am just physically incapable of fixing it in one day (something always goes wrong) so i had to catch a ride to work then walk home when we close

we close at 12am, so first strike right there

then around a fog started to roll in so that by the time we closed it was hella thick, v eerie, thus strike two

and to round it all up, we closed up and i say bye to my coworker and start rumnaging around for my earbuds (dont @ me I KNOOOOW), get them on and set up, just to pull up my phone

and

iv got no signal - strike fucking three

i had it a moment b4 when i was inside, then suddenly, it was just gone. i restart my phone in hopes that it would help, that it was just a glitch, but alas, no. so im standing there, 12am, foggy as shit, with my cute lil kikis delivery service purse hanging on my elbow, no phone signal. like. welp. gotta get home some either way. i mean theres SOME lighting down the path! its just a 30 minute walk all on my lonesome!

the path in question:

im halfway home when i go, ah, yes, i suppose i would be the first to die in a horror movie

oh wait did i tell u guys about when i basically became the first girl to die in a horror movie a couple nights ago

[01010010-posts]

— my white sighs quietly melted with the stars above.

it all started with a simple ‘you’re a slowpoke??’ text and it should have ended there, really, but you got a reply immediately after. ‘I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong person’. absolutely no, you scoffed, as if you were going to be tricked again ‘bitch don’t play the wrong number card because you didn’t catch the bus’. he was amused by your obstinacy and lightly worried about the supposed receiver, who, it appeared, was very clumsy; ‘please, control the number you texted, I’m Connor.’ boy he sure was. not your pal, not someone else in your contact list, just.... Connor. ‘god, i apologize!! thank you for telling me! ps. didn’t mean to call you a bitch, connor’ and it should have ended there, really, but you got a reply. connor: shouldn’t you be in bed by now? you: but,,,, i wanted to chat with u a little more connor: as an android sleep is not required but you, as a human, need to rest. we can always continue talking tomorrow. you: :( what if you have a long case tomorrow?? mh?? what if?? what you’re gonna say in your defense then?? connor: don’t worry :) I’ll find time for you. you: ok you win goodnight ☆ connor: sweet dreams. goodnight, [name]. it’s been three months since you’ve first spoken with him. intimacy there but low, how obvious it is that the two of you are proceeding with caution. yet you can’t help but write to him every day, staying up late while waiting for an answer of his, often checking your mobile and getting unsettled when there’s no signal. it’s strange, your colleagues whisper, how can you be so attached to someone if you’ve never even seen him? of course, you know it. you don’t wish for a pretty face, you only wish for a pretty personality. with a heavy sigh and a loud poof you pull the white duvet up to your head, finding comfort by completely hiding inside the warm embrace. you tightly hug a pillow, pretending that it’s him, returning your affection and cuddling, maybe caressing you too inasmuch, as he said, ‘androids don’t need to sleep’. but is it bad to fantasise? you: I’m deeply sorry.... sweetheart: >:( you: [name], it’s the seventh text-made emoji you’ve sent me.... they expressed some sort of anger so I’d prefer if we discussed about whatever is bothering you. sweetheart: >:(( you: I’m begging you.... sweetheart: you’re grounded and your punishment is enduring the wrath of weird angery text-based emoji :< you: what did I do to deserve this? :’( sweetheart: i sent you a heart & you didn’t send it back to me you: gosh! how clumsy of me! could you ever forgive this fool? sweetheart: mhhh it depends. what are you willing to do to be pardoned? you: I’ll send you whatever heart I possess! 💕💖💗💖 sweetheart: THIS IS UNFAIR!!! he’s silently giggling all by himself, in the cold room lit by his blue led circling at a steady rhythm– no, it’s not the temperature, rather it’s the atmosphere; ‘cold’. he’s still grappling with emotions and developing tastes is– well, to put it simply, complicated. he’s heartened with the fact that you once said, at the sight of a photo of his bed and the corner within, that being minimalistic is a style too. though, possibly, his true self is one of a clutterer of knick-knacks. of course, he’d like you to help him pick what ornaments would suit him the best. you: wtf i dont believe it connor♡ : but it does! you: prove it MIKU HATSUNE connor♡ : listen here human it’s not my fault you haven’t got the chance to witness an android external fluid deactivating you: !!!!! are you bragging?? connor♡ : ahahaha I’m joking it’s sending a video right now you watch ecstatically as soon as the app downloads the file, your chest throbbing with pleasurable anxiety. how can it be? he’s kind, precious AND fucking handsome, skin or no skin. you bet bad things will happen to you today to balance this sheer luck. think it thoroughly, it’s actually the first time you see his face. you: u’r cute also how does your hair work man connor♡ : thank you :) it’s connected to my head so.... you: i get it cybernetic magic your secrets are safe with me connor♡ : ahahaha and I was concerning myself about disgusting you you: WHAT fuck no you’re done that way, ok, it’s cool ok? kept it in mind are you allowed to insert ♡ near his name and not tell him? you: I’m waiting!! :/ sweetheart: so needy you: come on, [name]! sweetheart: tru tho you: >audio file cooome ooooonn sweetheart: !!! im ready pick up idiot the monitor lits and here you are, gorgeous. he’s certain that his heart melted on the spot. such is the sensation you give him every time you send him a photo, his thirium pump skipping a beat and making him inevitably somewhat gasping for air, mouth barely closed. he’s not accustomed to all the new features deviancy brought but in this he’s confident, he’s head over heels in love with you. you: what?? you’ve already seen the movie?? love♡ : yeah! I went with Hank! it was very nice, you should see it too you: WELL id kill to (please don’t arrest me detective) but nobody wants,,,, love♡ : why is that? (I won’t arrest you if you behave) you: something along the lines of not their genre or some shit uff (seems sketchy) love♡ : what about going alone? (it isn’t!!) you: it would be too sad :’(  love♡ : I’m sorry to hear that, if I could be there I’d accompany you and wouldn’t mind seeing it a second time. you: yes i know.... what is it? six months? more? you hardly remember, having so many messages in here, it would be too difficult to keep track, though you’re positive, that if you asked him he’d tell you in an instant, since he’s so attentive with that little brain-computer of his. you close your lids, tapping your fingers on the desk, it’s wearing, you must admit. you like him, a lot at this point, but being so far and out of reach.... what can come out of this? friends don’t support you either, ignoring this blatant crush, trying to make you hook-up with people met at a bar, getting annoyed at you constantly texting, preaching that a long distance relationship is not worth your time and your effort, and it’s not even a relationship, isn’t it? you’re not on that level. you’re just weirdos keeping themselves company. bummed out a bit, you decide that maybe avoiding him for a couple of days might be a proper solution. will he feel your absence? will he miss you? you: is everything all right? sweetheart: yes. you: are you sure? sweetheart: yep im,,,, swamped with work, the drill you: that I understand but perhaps I did something wrong? sweetheart: ?? you: you’ve been acting kinda cold lately, and if I’m the cause of that I’m sorry. being a deviant is good sometimes, and sometimes is not. it was great until a while ago so why now.... now....? he feels so lost. it’s understandable to have a job and a life outside this bond but– but is it really? is it okay for you to be without him? you’d manage fine. mhh no– the real question is: is it okay for him to be without you? can he be without sending you a text at least once a day? can he be without hearing your voice at least once a week? can he be without your usual video calls at least twice a month? can he be without seeing you, over a screen, cooking your dinner and singing? can he be? can he exist without you? he’s.... starting to doubt that. sweetheart: no i’m i’m the one whos sorry, okay? we can call tomorrow you: I don’t want to press you into anything you don’t want to sweetheart: you’re not! i’ll make up for not having been so present! you sigh, suffocating yourself on the pillow, how can you be this dense? this stupid? this utter moronic?? unequivocally he was going to worry. you made him worry. fuck. you’re going to trust your guts, no dumb jokes, it’s obvious that you both care about the other and can’t stay apart for too long. you: i know it’s 3AM and you told me to not be awake but i cant i cant okay? im thinking of you and me and you and it began because im a mess so it shouldnt be a surprise i havent gotten better this past year has been.... the best. yeah i fucked up and tried to be distant, to see if sth would change but it didnt i love waking up and finding a text from you, i love the sound of your voice trying to lull me goodnight when im being a spoiled child, i love how you’re so gentle & how you always forgive me and mostly i love you not as a friend, definitely as more, definitely like a lover and i know that you’re so caring that you’ll probably still want to talk with me even if the affection’s not mutual you lock your phone’s screen and place it on the nightstand. the orange light from the streets seeping through the curtains and soaking your covers, and now that your eyes are free to roam, it’s easier to notice the soft feathers’ filling making tiny shadows on your face. poor poor geese. your fingertips slightly touch the stitches, your heartbeat pacing furiously from the strong emotions, both trepidation and fear running your veins. what if he doesn’t feel the same? what if he’s been polite this whole time and you overstepped his boundaries? what if? love♡ is typing.... ping! love♡ : I love you too, honey. but please, don’t scare me again, I think I lost four biocomponents when you suddenly stopped replying to me. also you should sleep. you: im pouring my heart out ugly crying and!!!! you’re too casual nooo it’s no big deal baby we just fucking love each other it’s totally ok incoming call from love ♡ “hey....” his tone slow and almost drowsy “i thought it was clear enough.” words rolling off his tongue, the same that he’d tenderly run across you, kissing, tasting, worshipping your body “i hate you.” you sniffle and there’s a chuckle on the different end “i love you.” you smile, wiping off the tears wetting your cheeks with the back of your right hand “i love you too.”

[blaxicanjester-blog]

Popetart! ( a Saints Chapter)

Frederick sat up atop of his throne one day, trying to think up of who or what else he might need to aid his efforts. With the magic of brock he could time travel to any time period. Maybe a Spartan? A navy seal? It would take more than just a demon and a Wizard to take down someone like god, or the angels under his control. His stomach grumbled and he sighed. There was no use thinking on an empty stomach. Unfortunately for Fred and Brock the Demon in their possession ate all the food in the house. They could go get more, but brock had things to do, Jester would most likely kill the town if he went out and Fred...he didn’t want to deal with commoners. “I ain’t gonna be able to think without getting SOMETHING in my system.”

   “ Ey Pope i got something that juuust might help.” Brock said as he entered the vast throne room. He was dressed, and held a small beaker with some strange pink liquid.

   “ Damn it Brock, i told you if you want someone to test out your strange elixirs to get Jester. His random ass is up for anything. I’m trying to think.” Fred said with an attitude. He didn’t like testing out Brocks elixirs only because he wasn’t a test dummy. Most of the time Brock just had Jester take them, that demon can withstand any weird tests brock put him through. The only elixir Fred ever drank from the wizard was the one that eliminated their aging. So both could live as long as they wanted to. That’s what made Brock one of the best wizards in human history.

   “ This would just be wasted on him. Besides it’s something to help US out, since He is the one who ate all our food.” brock also hated that fact. He started putting holy oil on the kitchen cabinets so that the demon wouldn’t get to them. Yet somehow that bastard still got through. Brock sighed at the thought and continued “ This elixir is designed to conjure, one item you consciously think about after thirty seconds of consumption. I figure if this works, We could use this to hold us off till we get that damn demon to cooperate and actually be useful. I’m trying to get him to garden but he just makes bottomless pits.”

   Fred pondered on it, debating if it was worth it. That’s what it’s suppose to do but what if it didn’t do that. The Pope’s stomach let off a growl, causing him to wince “ OK FINE!!!! I’m way too hungry to say no, lemme see!” Brock walked over and handed Pope the elixir, a big grin on his face for getting Pope to FINALLY drink one of his concoctions. Fred met Brock’s grin with a sour glare, mentally warning him not to gloat. Still looking at Brock Frederick yelled out “ JESTER!!!”

   Jester poked his head up from underneath the floor. His dark grey skin making his purple eyes brighter as he looked up to the Pope “ Whatcha need? What, Whatcha need?” Jester sang to give the awkward entrance an even more weird vibe

   Pope just disregarded it all and continued “ mind getting some milk from a cow out in one of the nearby farms? Imma need something to drink.”

   “Sure, ain’t nothing else to do around here.” jester said as he resurfaced the rest of his body from the ground. He looked at brock and did a quick glare “I saw the holy oil. You’ll need a lot more than that to stop me.” he said in a deep whisper. Trying to keep up the serious act.

Brock just looked at the demon and simply replied “ Oh believe me, that was a warning.” Adjusting his glasses and staring down Jester as he did so. Jester signaled that he had his eyes on Brock before teleporting out of the room. Brock looked back at Fred “ That thing plays way too much, guess that’s another reason he has that name. Now take the damn potion.” He said in demand, not being afraid of Pope at all since they were childhood friends.

Pope sighed and looked at the elixir worriedly before downing it all. It was bitter and tangy at the same time. It sent a shiver down Fred's spine and he even squirmed a little bit as it slid down his throat. Brock just laughed at Fred’s reaction loving when Fred showed any signs of weakness. Fred gave him a pout before closing his eyes and concentrating on what he wanted to eat. A poptart would do quite nice with a glass of milk.

Fred heard a poof and felt something on his lap. Brock gasped as he saw what was in front of Fred. “ ummmmm…Fred...there might've been some sort of...miscalculations to my serum.” brock said in worry as he watched what was in Fred’s lap.

“What do you mean?” Fred replied, slightly scared to open his eyes. He slowly opened them and saw before him a poptart. Only this one was blinking back at Pope. Pope jumped in his seat, flinging the poptart off his lap and onto the ground. He gave out a small scream while the poptart used its little arms and legs to get up, looking back at Pope. “BROCK!?!?! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!!” Fred cried, looking at animated poptart as it tried to come back to Fred. He pulled out his giant, rusty, pink spoon, one of his only weapons,  pointing it at the poptart and Halting it completely. The poptart frowned and looked at Brock who was also horrified at this adorable little monster

“ I, I...I DONT KNOW!!! I THOUGHT I did everything right. I don’t know WHY it’s alive!” brock was concerned as well and thought where he gone wrong. He readjusted his glasses, Looking at the poptart and raising a hand in self defense. “ I don’t know what it’s capable of. It has magical properties for all I know it could be evil. Especially since it came from your head.” Brock snickered at the small roast he applied to Fred only to receive another glare in response.

“ THIS is why I don’t drink the shit you make!” Fred looked at the poptart again. It seemed harmless, just standing there in confusion. It looked at both of them, not knowing who to go to. Jester came back, holding a whole cow in his arms.

“ Hey guys I got the milk, and I had this great idea th-” Jester froze when he saw what was in the middle of Fred and Brock. From where jester was standing it looked as though there was a twelve inch poptart just standing between the other saints. “ Is that...a poptart?”

“Yeah Jester but don't go near it! We don’t know what it can do or it’s-” Brock started to explain before he saw the demon practically fly at it, leaving the cow where he was.

“ OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOOOOOOD!!!! IT’S SO CUTE” Jester was floating around the room with the poptart in its hands Eyes lit up at the sight of it. The poptart smiled and raised its arms in happiness. The flavor of it changing into strawberry. The two flew around the room, Jester tossing it up and playing with it as it yelled “weeeeeeee” like a playful child. Jester chuckled laid on the ground with the poptart on his stomach, playing with it.

“ this thing is adorable. Is this what came from Brock’s potion?” Jester asked the two and they just nodded, wondering how he could just come up and play with the thing. “ alright then I’ll name it…..hmmm,” Jester thought of this before coming up with a name. “ POPETART!! Since it came from Pope’s mind” Jester looked at the poptart as it danced on his stomach

Brock sighed as he started walking towards Jester displeased. “ Jester you know we can’t keep it. It has to be destroyed, it was a mere accident” brock was harsh but he felt right. He had to perfect his serum and figure out what it was he did wrong and he still didn’t know what the thing was capable of. The poptart looked up at Brock with a curious look, then back at Jester and smiled “wee” it said gleefully as if to say it wanted to fly again.

“ it was an accident yeah, but that doesn’t mean it was a bad one. It doesn’t seem harmless so why destroy it? It’s fine Brock” Jester replied, ready to defend the poor little poptart. He glanced at Fred, as did Brock as they awaited his decision.

Fred sighed, his eyes traveling from Brock, to Jester and finally to the poptart who was just doing its own thin on Jester’s torso. “ Jester’s right, We don’t know if it’s bad. So for now we can keep...Popetart” Pope looked away making his decision final. Getting off his throne and walking off to his room.

Jester celebrated and threw Popetart up in the air, the poptart laughing in a high pitched voice. Brock gave Fred a confused look, opening his mouth to protest but when Pope passed by he stopped and stared at the poptart before walking off to work on the formula once more. That left Jester and Popetart, playing and laughing in their own world and a cow at the entrance that walked out.