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libraryofgage · 9 months ago

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The Prince and the Metalhead (2)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

I know I just posted part one but I've got Thoughts for this AU that include: Steve's first birthday in Genovia and then his 16th, his conversation with his grandmother about attending public school in America for his senior year, and then we get into him attending Hawkins High and meeting Eddie!

So, yeah, plans lmao

Anyway, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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"You'll have a rotating course schedule. Mondays and Wednesdays will focus on math and social studies. Tuesdays and Thursdays will be science and literature. Friday will be Royalty lessons and the history of Genovia. We can also include an elective, if you'd like."

Steve blinks, staring at Sue for a moment before glancing at Jonathan and Robin. Jonathan is looking through a book of photography and Robin is idly scratching behind Dart’s ears. "Will we all have the same elective?" Steve asks.

"Not unless Jonathan and Robin want to join you," Sue says, looking at Steve expectantly. She's got a pen at the ready to write down what he says, and it suddenly feels like a lot of pressure.

Is there a wrong answer here? Is there an answer that gets him sent back to his parents? He looks down, biting the inside of his cheek so hard he tastes blood. Before he can lose himself in his thoughts, a cold and wet nose presses against his hand. Steve blinks, smiling at Dart and picking her up to hold close. "What kind of electives are there?" he asks.

Sue hums softly, flipping to another page on her clipboard. "Possible electives include art, music, theatrical performance, physical education, equestrian studies, botany, and foreign languages, to name a few."

"I'll be taking photography lessons," Jonathan says, looking up at Steve and gesturing to his book.

Robin nods and leans back on her palms. "I'll be doing the physical stuff. Like learning how to fight and practicing ballet to improve my balance," she says, leveling a look at Steve that dares him to say anything about the ballet.

Steve wouldn't, though. He doesn't want to make Robin angry enough to ditch him. He looks down at Dart, thinking for a moment before asking, "Can I take more than one?"

"Of course, but you're limited to three for now," Sue says.

What would be the most helpful? Foreign languages, probably, since he'll definitely have to speak with ambassadors from other countries at some point. He should also learn something that can be shown off, a skill that he could pull out at functions to make his grandmother proud or distract guests.

"What language should I learn?" he asks.

Sue thinks for a moment, tapping her pen against her chin. "Mandarin. It's a business language, and we have close relations with a few representatives from China and Hong Kong. If you'd like to learn a Romantic language first, though, Spanish is good."

"I'll learn Mandarin," Steve decides, nodding once to himself. "And music. I want to learn to play...hmm...the piano."

With a nod, Sue writes his electives down. "Let me know if you'd like to add an elective later, Your Highness. In my opinion, though, your current courses will keep you properly challenged for now."

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Sue wasn't kidding about his academics being challenging. Steve struggles in math, muddles his way through science, drags himself through literature, and is ready to drop when he hits social studies. He'd ask the tutors to spend more time on topics, but Robin and Jonathan seem to have no problem keeping up, and Steve can't bring himself to disrupt their pace.

His Mandarin lessons are going just slightly better if only because the tutor seems to recognize that slower is better for him. After almost a month, he's starting to understand intonation and vocal variation better, and he can recognize a few characters on sight.

Piano lessons are also going well. His tutor there doesn't burden him with theory; she introduces the keys, shows him how to read sheet music, and then lets him choose songs to learn. Steve feels the most at ease when he's squinting at sheet music and slowly pressing piano keys into something recognizable.

The lessons he really looks forward to, however, are the ones for his Royalty Education. He gets to see his grandmother then, and she spends the whole day with him. Even better, something about this stuff just clicks. He's good at fixing his posture and memorizing silverware placement. He bows just right on his first try and his grandmother compliments his wave.

By the end of the lesson, she'll be smiling, her pride obvious, and take him for a walk in the gardens or to eat cookies in the kitchen.

"Royalty requires maintenance," Clarisse says, standing in front of Steve with relaxed shoulders. "You maintain your demeanor, your image, your knowledge of foreign dignitaries, your understanding of the people’s needs, and your humility. But you must also maintain your pride and your boundaries."

"That sounds like a lot," Steve says, idly tugging at the hem of his shirt.

"It can be overwhelming, but it becomes second nature in time," Clarisse explains, smiling reassuringly. "When you're royalty, you are constantly watched. Many eyes are kind or curious, but others are malicious, and you want to do everything you can to disappoint the malicious ones."

"How?"

"By acting like the Crown Prince you are."

"What kind of prince am I?" Steve asks, finally voicing the question that's been lingering since these lessons started. What kind of prince does his grandmother want? What kind of prince would best serve the people? What kind of prince will be so loved by all that nobody could even think of thinking about getting rid of him?

Clarisse hums, thinking for a moment. "I suppose a good one," she says, her slight smile telling Steve that she's only lightly teasing. "My hope is that you'll be kind and competent. You will make Genovia prosperous without compromising tradition. You won't allow politics to stand in the way of doing what's right by the people of Genovia. But this is a tiring job, so I hope you'll learn how to balance your duties with relaxation."

It's a lot, but Steve can do it. He can be that kind of prince, especially for the country and grandmother that's offered everything he's ever wanted and more. He nods once. "Okay," he says, "What do I need to learn, then?"

Clarisse smiles fondly at him. "Let's start by reviewing Genovian history. Only by knowing the past can you face the future."

With that, she places a book on Steve's desk and doesn't wait for him to open it before telling him about Genovia's founding.

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Steve has weekends off from classes, which leaves him with more free time than he knows what to do with when he doesn't have to clean a house or make his own meals. So, he's bored, and telling Robin that he was bored was a huge mistake after she suggested riding bikes around the garden only to learn Steve didn't know how.

She'd insisted that he should learn, insisted that Clarisse be the one who teaches him, and insisted on hearing no objections.

And now he's here, standing in front of Clarisse's desk and staring down at his feet as she finishes writing something on the paper in front of her. Joe is standing just to her right, hands behind his back.

"Okay," Clarisse says, gently placing her pen on the desk before looking at Steve with an encouraging smile. "What did you want to ask me, Steve?"

Steve bites the inside of his cheek, takes a deep breath, and looks up. "Well, um, Robin wants to ride bikes, but I don't know how," he says.

"Well, that's easily fixed," Clarisse says, reaching for a phone at the corner of her desk. "I'm sure a member of staff is free to teach you."

Before she can pick up the phone, Steve finds himself blurting out, "Well, I...I was hoping...you could teach me."

Clarisse freezes, blinking twice with confusion before looking at Steve. "You want me to teach you?" she asks. When Steve nods once, she sighs softly. "A queen does not ride bikes. Besides, I have too much work to complete. Perhaps I could accompany you for a walk this evening to make up for it."

Despite himself, despite bracing for rejection, it still hurts. In the three months he's been in Genovia, Clarisse has agreed to just about every request he's made. Every held breath as he waits for cruel words has been released with unprecedented relief when none came. Even when he broke something---a priceless vase, according to Jonathan---his grandmother had simply surveyed the damage, thanked him for being honest, and asked him to avoid kicking soccer balls in the presence of priceless vases in the future.

Perhaps Steve has gotten too comfortable. He shouldn't be pushing like this. If he wants his grandmother's affection, he should know when to hold himself back.

So, despite the unfamiliar urge to ask again in case Clarisse might change her mind, Steve nods once. "I look forward to walking with you, Grandmother," he says, his voice quiet. He glances up, waiting long enough to see Clarisse's smile before turning on his heel and leaving the office as quickly as he can.

Clarisse watches him go, her head slightly tilted as the door closes silently behind Steve. She nods once, glad that Steve is sensible enough to understand things like work and propriety, and picks up her pen once more.

"If I may speak freely, Your Majesty?" Joe asks.

"At this point, Joe, you may as well assume the answer is yes."

"With all due respect, Your Majesty, and please pardon my French, my experience has been that assuming makes an ass out of you and me."

It takes a moment for Clarisse to understand the joke. When she does, she can't help her amused smile. "Fair enough," she says, "Go ahead, Joe."

"Do you remember what I said about being Steve's grandmother?"

"Yes, of course."

"Perhaps now is one of those moments where being a grandmother is more important than being a queen. His Highness does not ask for much, and he is not the kind to ask more than once, even if he really wants something. I imagine it took a significant amount of courage to ask you to teach him in the first place."

"Are you suggesting that I...I risk making a fool of myself for all to see?" Clarisse asks.

"I am suggesting you spend time with your grandson, who asks very little of you because he does not believe he can ask for anything."

Clarisse is silent a moment, letting Joe's words process and settle in her brain. Finally, she sighs and gestures to the papers on her desk. "I have work to complete," she says.

"Your Majesty, editing these proposals was on your schedule two weeks from now. You are ahead of your work. A break would not be unreasonable or unwarranted."

Well, when he puts it like that.

Clarisse sighs, leans back in her chair, and looks up at Joe. He's still staring at the door, giving no indication that he feels her eyes on him, but she knows he does. "Have a groundskeeper retrieve bikes and safety gear and meet us in the garden," she says, standing from her chair and bracing herself to look like an utter fool.

Her apprehension fades away fifteen minutes later. It can't hold last when she sees Steve's surprised and delighted expression at her presence. As she helps him put on knee and elbow pads, shows him how to pull the helmet's strap tight, and holds the bike steady as he sits on it, Clarisse decides a little foolishness is perfectly fine (necessary, even) if it will keep the smile on Steve's face.

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Tag List (let me know if you'd like to be added to future parts!)

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#stranger things fic #steve harrington fic #princess diaries crossover #queen clarisse renaldi #modern royalty au #future steddie #robin buckley #jonathan byers #the party's parents #my writing #anybody else ever have that experience where the first time you realize that somebody won't make you feel guilty for asking for things #you get way in your head about not asking for the one (1) thing that will ruin it all for you #so every time you ask for something new you're bracing to take the request back as quickly as you can #just me?#aight then lmao #to absolutely nobody's surprise i am projecting on steve harrington #if you made it this far in the tags #you deserve a cookie lmao

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writermai05 · 7 months ago

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Arsonist's Lullabye

Chapter 3: Smelling like a Bonfire, Lost in a Haze

Summary: Y/n and Zuko get to know each other.

Pairing: Zuko x fem! reader (Live Action or Animated)

A/N: Point of view switch starting now! Hopefully this works better than the previous chapters. Based heavily off of "Too Sweet" by Hozier (Yeah this entire series is based on Hozier's discography, SUE ME!). Very excited about this. Next chapter is probably gonna be shorter, but I promise I'll make it worthwhile. Should I make a taglist for this series??? As always feel free to leave comments or constructive feedback, as it helps me grow.

Word Count: 1,211

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Avatar: The Last Airbender, I am merely a nerd who hyperfixates a lot. Lots of divergence from the canon story lol.

Warnings !: Insecure Zuko, mentions of burns, I think that is all?

Wednesday came a lot faster than you had anticipated.

The mundanity of Tuesday felt like nothing compared to the stakes of today. Perhaps delaying a conversation about whatever had happened between Zuko and yourself for another two days wasn’t the best of decisions.

Your professor broke you from your worried state, explaining about some assignment you were meant to complete in pairs. Perhaps it was the sour mood you were in, but frankly, even you were over these icebreaker activities.

Gathering your things, you began searching around the room for someone to work with. Before you could actually move, you spotted Azula heading straight for you, the same standoffish girl you had met on the first day, with familiar golden eyes and her long black hair in a top knot, held with the same gold pin. Taking a seat right in front of you, Azula neatly laid out her things in a sort of rehearsed way.

You hid the surprise that filled your body at the sight of her. Staring at her, you raised your eyebrows inquisitively. She merely stared back, with an expression of many layers. You relented, putting all your things where they were before, and slowly retaking the seatright across from Azula.

“So are we going to get started or…” Azula trailed off, seemingly indifferent.

You were utterly confused. Admittedly, your guys’ first meeting was shaky, filled with a sort of aggressive energy and tension that most people would wish to avoid. “Yeah…Can I ask you something?” Azula raised her eyebrows in approval.

“Why partner with me?” Such a simple question, but you were sure that the answer would be interesting.

Azula rolled her eyes. “No one in this class is worth talking to. I just chose based on convenience.” She replied pompously.

Much to the confusion of Azula, you smiled at her response.

“Really? Here’s what I think. You partnered with me, even after our awful first meeting, because it was convenient, but also because you secretly think I’m really nice and cool, and that we should be friends.” Your sarcastic and dry humor, paired with complete honesty and optimism was quite polarizing. Azula scoffed at your statement.

“You psych majors are always so weird.” She replied, yanking a sheet of paper from you and beginning the assignment.

“Why thank you Azula, I also think it would be cool if we were friends!” you replied before also getting to work on the assignment.

Little did you know, deep down, Azula was grateful for the connection.

Zuko had been anticipating class all day. He was just trying to enjoy his walk in the cool autumn air of Ba Sing Se. Unfortunately, everything in his brain was telling him that this was not going to go well, and that eventually, you too would come to see him the way that everyone else does. ‘No, she’s not like that!’ he screamed back. If she was, why would she have even bothered trying?

By the time he had reached class, his thoughts were going a mile a minute. A back and forth of thoughts about you, questioning your character, and attempting to quell the darkest thoughts within his mind. That was, until he spotted you.

You had sat in the same spot from the first time, but this time, your backpack was saving the seat to your left. Seemingly sensing his presence, your gaze moved from the notebook on the desk in front of you to Zuko. He sheepishly waved, and you smiled, gesturing for him to come as you moved your bag off the chair.

Everything that Zuko had been feeling a couple minutes before this moment had stopped. The smoke-filled haze of his mind had been absolutely soothed at the sight of you. Moving as calmly as he could, he made his way to the seat next to you.

“How were your classes yesterday?” You asked softly. This type of gentleness was unfamiliar. It was the kind of sensitivity Zuko had only ever received from two people in his life. He gulped back some air before answering.

“It was fine. I worked at the shop after.” You nodded, going back to whatever you were writing down in your notebook earlier.

Class went by without a hitch. It felt casual, as if it wasn’t a big deal, and maybe it wasn’t. This sense of normalcy was almost unheard of when it came to Zuko’s life. After the professor dismissed the class, you spent a little extra time packing all of your supplies. Zuko stood beside you, waiting patiently for you to finish.

“You didn’t have to wait for me, but thank you.” You said, slinging your bag over your shoulder. Zuko shrugged.

“It’s alright. Do you have any other classes today?”

“Nope. I’m done for the day, why?”

“Let me walk you back to your dorm?” He asked, in a timid manner.

“Really? You don’t have to-”

“I want to. My classes are done for the day, and the shop is right next to the dorms.”

You were flattered by the sincerity in his voice.

“Okay.”

The two of you took your time, basking in the cool afternoon air. The falling leaves and luscious greenery, even in the city, was absolutely breathtaking. You and Zuko had polite conversations, just learning more about each other. He told you about moving to Ba Sing Se, and how his uncle had come to own the Jasmine Dragon. You told him about growing up in the north, and how you ended up transferring to the University of Ba Sing Se. As you reached the doors of your dorm building, the conversation fell quiet.

“Thank you, Zuko.” You said earnestly.

“No, Thank you, Y/n.”

Confusion flooded your features. “What for?”

“For giving me a chance. I know I’m not the best person to talk to.”

“Maybe you’ve never known the right people.” You replied. He laughed, somberly in response.

“No, it was definitely me who was the problem.”

You shrug, making proper eye contact with him. Within your eyes held a look that seemed to hold something akin to a sky full of stars. “Isn’t it interesting how eventually, you will meet people that see more within you than you see in yourself?” Zuko felt like his heart was about to explode.

“Goodbye, Zuko. Get home safely.” And with that, you entered your dorm hall, leaving the fiery boy at an absolute loss for words.

You will meet people that see more within you than you see in yourself.

You had said it so casually, so nonchalantly, as if it wasn’t some new and big concept. For Zuko, it was. He had never felt the warmth of fire, just the searing burn. He was never able to breathe through the haze, rather he choked on the smoke. How could anyone possibly come to see him as the man he became rather than the boy that he was? Has he always been worth the time and trouble? Was this what Uncle Iroh had been trying to tell him? Was his therapist?

As he mused over these questions, Zuko couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, he'd been underestimating his own worth all this time…and he definitely needed to schedule another appointment with his therapist.

#arsonist's lullabye #writermai05 #atla x reader #avatar the last airbender #prince zuko x reader #zuko x reader #aang #atla #atla live action #atla netflix #college au #modern au #katara #sokka #atla suki #toph #atla azula

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ashironie · 7 months ago

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spoilers for tmagp ep 12. im making this on tuesday then relistening and adding more thursday.

i’ll be doing 2 in front of every thought i had on my second listen

Alex doing the title card? maybe a norris case? mayhaps?

2 Is getting of in relation to the bonzo lap dance turned dismemberment?

oh god.. first ep without a transcript… what the actual fuck are they saying

2 Oh thank god i have the transcript… sam actually got some rizz

celia and sam in the off room? i assume that’s why it’s so FUCKING ECHOY

2 Panting? man this guy is out of shape

2 awwww i kinda heard this part my first listen through </3. Alice unrequitedly loves Sam and Sam unrequitedly love Celia who unrequitedly loves Lena who unrequitedly loves Gwen who unrequitedly loves Alice (i don’t ship half these but it is funny to joke about imo)

2 SAM IS SUCH A CHARMER I NO LONGER WANT HIM TO DIE FIRST (sorry colin, looks like your up, and so is your time)

awwww, celam fans are gonna eat good with this one

my headphones are also broke so i can’t hear jack

ALICE YAY!!!!

2 something about alice makes tmagp 10x more understandable

aw but you love him for it :7

SHE IS JEALOUS!!!

he is so not over the institute, sam and alice are alike like that, he’s not over tmi she’s not over him

awwww alice stop being such a pessimist! like please do say it, i want sam to get out of this bullshit alive as much as you but like… yk

2 OH MY GOD “im sure celia would just love that” SALT IN THE WOUND SAM SALT IN THE WOUND!!! SHES IN LOVE WITH YOU YOU IDIOT DONT TALK ABOUT YOUR CRUSH IN FRONT OF HER!!!!

NORRIS!!! I WAS RIGHT!

norris sounds so robotic, i think i even heard him skip a bit. it’s either jonny is too much of a theater kid, or this is actually important to the lore. norris being less human, sounding less emotive, maybe a bit sad? hm? maybe a bit lonely?

2 the skip is on the words “Policy Number: 548651-656” and on “2024” or more specifically the numbers, which isn’t important in don’t think, but really does remind me of tts

fraud?? ooooooOooooOOOOooooo

ha “acting in good faith”

2 love the way Alex says dickheads, it’s so specific and so pointed

hey i know what a stag is!! i watch a british bitch give one to a 70yo! (its a bachelor(ette) party, im pretty sure)

a lunch box? OH MY GOD BONZO! IS IT BONZO OH MY GOD BONZO?

2 don’t you DARE insult my dear dear comic sans

YES BONZO!!! MR BONZOS ON HIS WAY HE WANTS TO STAY HE WANT TO PLAY!!!

wait why does lena want him murdered?

YES IT WONT TURN OFF!!!

wait cheer?

ew, i hate bonzo

ew…

HUG IT WHY ARE YOU HUGGING IT?

ohhhhh it looks not bad

JOEYS BOOTS????

OH MY GOD IS THAT WHO LENA WANTS DEAD?

OR THAT GUY WHOS STAG IT IS

2 “Just then the googly eyes turned to me,” im sorry but that will never not be funny. i am both disgusted by bonzo and think everything he does is hilarious.

oh god

ewwwwww

WHY ARE THEY LAUGHING? oh they didn’t know

wow dude i feel like that’s overkill bonbon

dut do

why is this SO visiral?

2 ugghhh i love the voice acting

His teeth are not soft

alex saying “bonzo…? bonzo bonzo?” is absolutely hilarious (although i don’t think it can top jonny’s “baaaaa”)

“none of us were left whole” WOW DUDE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKIN HAND?

AW SHIT

YEAH SUE EM! SUE EM TO HELL!

GWEN!

HAHA ALICE YES

AHHHH DYHARD MOMENT DYHARD MOMENT!!!

ALICE WAS SERIOUS!!!!

ALICE IS TRYING TO COMFORT GWEN AWWWWWWWW!!!

SERIOUS TALK!

THAT LITTLE GWEN LAUGH!!!!!

I WAS SO SCARED WE WOULDNT SEE GWEN

awww gwen getting her hopes up that alice isn’t fucking with her, so cute

YES!

#tmagp #the magnus protocol #tmagp spoilers

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angelnotice · 1 year ago

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♥ Christmas Cupid ♥ Part 1

This originally was a short test story to see if I fixed my canvas setting/blurry issues (see love wins, which I'll likely re-do someday) .

But now, it will be 13 pages long (thanks to boredom)! I'll upload them into parts as soon as the other pages are out of the editing oven!

EDIT - Yeah, I know it's STILL Nov. Sue me. I was going to upload this on Friday, but I'll be busy. Also, while this was sitting in my drafts, I finished up pages 4-7 (and now 8). I'll aim for a next Tuesday or Thursday post.

#shuake #akeshu #persona 5 royal #goro akechi #ren amamiya #akira #haru okumura #this took a while #ngl #but i love it #poor akechi tho #lol #Ann was almost Christmas cupid #but I thought Haru was a better fit

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carneirinha · 11 months ago

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two birds with one stone

written for the 2023 carrie holiday fic exchange and for @scary-white!! hope you enjoy!!

sue comes up with the idea of going to the prom with one of tommy's friends so that both she and carrie can enjoy it, a decision that ends up saving her classmates' lives. (light carrie/sue/tommy. everybody lives and has a good time, novel accurate, etcetera :3)

Sue straightened the neckline of her dress, beginning to think that the polyester lace in her dress that she could feel brush against her skin so routinely would give her further troubles. There wasn’t much to focus on while inside the car, and all she could do at this point was hope that this wouldn’t be too overwhelming for the poor girl Tommy waited for at the door.

The two had made out outside the car, before picking anyone else up for the ride, like a kiss goodbye before they began things. That night, there would be no affection. Sue found it fair that way.

(wonder how theyll look together)

She had to admit, she wasn’t as much of a Christ figure as she thought she’d be on such an occasion: She caved in. One sunny sunday, two days after she’d hatched her plan, she called Tommy in his landline, and, after waiting for a minute or two for his mom to go ‘fetch him’, she asked a simple question: “Do you have any friends who don’t have a date for the prom?”

It wasn’t too selfish, she convinced herself. In a way, she’d just been giving another person the chance to experience a once-in-a-lifetime event that had been so widely discussed the entire year. But, ah, she was lying if she didn’t say she didn’t half do it just to listen to the bands playing, half slow music, half rock, feel the golden spotlight lights softly hit her hair, be absorbed by the overabundance of glitter cut out stars and crepe paper covering everything. This wasn’t just about herself

(she hoped she sure hoped she wasnt making it so)

but it was played out, in a way, so all would come out winning in the end. How bad could that possibly be?

After a few seconds of no answer, she felt like she had to jump in, explain herself further. “I’ve been thinking. You take Carrie. I take one of your friends with no date, I know you have at least one. We can spend the night together, Carrie will get to… well, have fun, and you’ll even be able to bring a buddy along…”

Tommy finally answered after what seemed like eternity, first with a chuckle, then “We’re doing the long haul, huh? I like your plan, though.” The guy he eventually settled on was Rodrick Wilson, a quarterback that, while mostly put as an emergency third, Tommy had an amicable relation with: “He’s really a nice guy if you get to talk to him, but, since he doesn’t talk much to girls, none of them wanted to ask him out and neither did he think of anyone,” he explained.

Susan, feeling like she had finally dropped a boulder that she’d been carrying before making the call, replied, “I’ll ask him when I see him.” and, as an addition, said “Thank you. I love you.” This time, the first sentence came out naturally, almost gleefully, like a child who’d gotten candy.

Tommy took a few moments to reply, taken aback. “I love you too.”

Neither had been this emotionally intimate before planning for the senior prom.

Sue’s proposal, on a rather slow and cloudy Tuesday, had gone a lot more smoothly than Tommy's had… or at least she liked to imagine it so. As Rod - how he was often called - sat down for the class that the two shared, she walked up to him and said, in the most casual, non-committal way she could manage, “If you don’t have a date, would you like to go to prom with me?”

The boy, who Sue noted had hair that appeared to be growing into what was meant to be a mullet but didn’t quite reach that point, cocked his head back in a lighthearted laugh that indicated he somewhat knew about what she and Tommy had been up to,

(oh god this was a bad idea)

then nodded and said, “Yeah, sure thing.” And that was the last of it. Sue went to her seat and class began as normal, surprised that at least half of the plan seemed to have gone well.

What was tough to endure, however, was the surprise that some made clear. Lots of people, of course, weren’t surprised and caught on to what was happening. But the ones that were, mostly girls, seemed to almost react to the rumours as if what the two had done was an impossible feat. One of these, of course, was Helen Shyres, when the Decoration Committee worked on the prom mural in the gym. “You and Tommy are going, right?”

“Yes,” Sue replied, as she painted a gorgeous sunset with orange coloured chalk. She made sure that it would be the most gorgeous Spring Ball that would ever exist. “but not together.”

Helen stopped drawing and the two looked at each other in silence, like Susan had just mentioned something unthinkable and profane. “Can I ask you about it, Sue? God, everyone’s talking.”

Sue stopped drawing. “Of course.” She put the chalk down and tried to beat off excess chalk from her hands, which were bright orange at this point. “I suppose I ought to tell someone. Tommy asked Carrie, so that she’ll get out of her own head a little, and I asked Rod because he just wanted to go but had no one to take him.”

There was a bit of an awkward silence, so, once more, she felt as if she should add some information to explain herself. “We’re still going to be together and have fun. We’ll even sit at the same table. We’re just wanting others to have fun, too. Besides… I owe Carrie this much.”

And, then, as she saw Carrie get inside Tommy’s Ford 1963, sitting next to her on the backseat, face half giddier than she had ever seen her before or ever, and half mortified, Sue couldn’t help but notice for the first time that she wasn’t hideous as people made her out to be. In fact, as they drove around in his car, street lamps casting shadows and illuminating her face all at once, she was quite gorgeous.

Her dark blonde hair, that she usually saw frizzy and styled for practicality, laid around her pale shoulders like a curtain. Her round face now seemed to be positively glowing, in a way, and even her dark eyes had more of a shine. Her full lips, she noted, were highlighted with a peach-coloured lipstick that suited her just right. Her figure, usually hidden away by cardigans and long skirts, was now accentuated - in almost every way, even if Sue didn’t quite pay attention to those things - by the beautiful, simplistic, dark red dress that she wore.

All she could say was, “Hi... Did Tommy tell you how stunning you look already?” Tommy, upon hearing that, seemed to smile and slightly nod, while driving. Carrie replied, timidly, “Yes, he did.” He didn’t lie.

The air in the gymnasium that night smelled heavily like synthetic fabrics, hairspray and crepe paper, but Sue didn’t mind. She was right, making the decision to still go to prom was worth it in her mind. She sat, with a glass of fruit punch, mostly people watching: It was a habit she often liked to do, especially in moments with as many people as this. The Honor Society had just begun collecting the votes for run off voting for Prom King and Queen, and, in some faces, she saw nervousness and anticipation for something, in others, boredom and contempt as their fellow students snatched the ballots from their hands.

Most importantly, her attention was redirected back to her table. They’d all collectively voted for Tommy Ross and Carrie White, as, when Tommy exclaimed, “Let’s vote for ourselves. To the devil with false modesty!”, Carrie laughed and

(oh she sounded cute)

immediately after, Susan followed with a lighthearted “Gee, I’m voting for you two as well. I just can’t compete like this.” When she looked over to her prom date’s ballot, he seemed to have done the same. Carrie giggled, before accidentally hurting herself with a splinter from her pencil after voting for herself. Susan’s eyes widened, but as Tommy began to comfort her, she couldn’t help but zone out as she figured things would probably be alright. He’d been treating her well the entire night.

She looked up. It wasn’t particularly remarkable: a regular gymnasium ceiling, but, if anything, she was drawn to it because of how unremarkable it was compared to how flashy the entire building looked, a sore for the eyes despite its beauty, what with the bright lights.

And then she noticed something.

There were two buckets above the lights that illuminated the stage.

Chris had gotten inside the gym during the Prom Committee decoration, and, as Sue’s mood soured as she watched her talk to Tina Blake - of course, the two were as close as they could get -, a question arose in her mind. “Helen?”

“Hmmm?”

“Are they going to do something?”

Helen’s face seemed to somewhat distort itself, and, like an actor in a play, she replied, sweetly, “I don’t know.” Overinnocent.

“Oh.” Sue replied curtly, taking note.

(you know you know something: accept something goddammit if it's only yourself tell me)

The two went back to colouring.

She hadn’t seen those buckets there before, though it could have just been a small detail that her brain left out. Why wouldn’t it? As she examined it more, however, she couldn’t help but notice how out of place they were.

It was then she noticed the rope and the pulley set up near them, looking like a strange Rube Goldberg machine, that she remembered not seeing them before. It could be confetti or something equally obnoxious of the sort, but, if it were, she would have seen it be set up by a classmate or two when aiding with decoration.

The rope led to underneath the stage, as she tracked it down, and it was then a familiar, but alien feeling creeped up. She didn’t worry the entire night about Chris and her kind showing up and doing something, but it was then that the feeling hit her once more, like a sharp chest pain.

“Excuse me,” she said, as she got up from her seat, looking at Tommy who looked back at her with a confused look on his face. “I have to see something.” She slowly walked towards the side of the stage, trying to avoid bumping into Tina Blake and Norma Watson, who shined with pride and walked around collecting the votes like hyperactive ants.

When she did, she then noticed there seemed to be at least some sound coming from under the stage, muffled by the dark mint faux leather curtains that seemed to have been there since 1954. That strange feeling overcame her once more, as if something was incredibly, terribly wrong, and she pulled the stage upholstery up.

(thats hargensen i knew it i fucking knew it)

Blood rained down on the empty thrones, without anyone to crown.

#hooray! this is the first time i'm making a fanfic of mine public!#this was a total delight 2 write!#recovered floppy disk #now in technicolor #carrie #carrie stephen king #carrie white #sue snell #carrie/sue/tommy

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tang-aus-by-quill · 1 year ago

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omg another anon!! welcome to the askbox. ive been so so lonely here :( only able to catch a few angsty ideas once in a while

anyways, the urge to make angst of the background character friend group has taken over.

Tang made friends with the background characters because he feels like he fits in better there. Because he feels like he doesn't do enough to count as a main character, as someone who is important.

(Weird fact: For some reason, as soon as I start writing out ideas, grammar just assaults me and for the rest of the ask, I have to type with correct capitalization.)

You are so good at utilizing ideas for angst meanwhile I was just like “oh let’s give him random friends lol” 😭😭

LIKE-

These two? Oh that’s Amanda and Míngzé, they met in a library. He worked part time there while Amanda was studying abroad and they opened a book shop near Tangs old home!

These guys? Ping (I got the name from an lmk fic sue me :,>) and his grandson Bo. Ping is one of the scholars that worked alongside Tang, and would often invite him for a game of chess. After so many invites Tang is just considered a family friend! (And still has yet to win a game.)

This dude? Yeah no one knows his real name, he just insists everyone calls him Mac. He delivers the produce for Pigsys and that how he got acquainted with Tang! They found a shared love for history and meet with Amanda and Míngzé every Tuesday at the bookstore to discuss the latest historical facts or legends they’ve read up on.

And you guys remember them? Yeah, you love em, SHOESTORE PERSON. Aka Qian. After being scared out of so many jobs, they took up a part time at the bookstore! (And I’ve decided they are a disguised fish demon, because I can, and tang can’t be the only demon in this au sk hah)

Boom, friend group achieved.

#lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid au #lmk au #lmk tang #tang lmk #quills tang aus #lego monkie kid tang #spider!tang #Background lmk characters #I love these guys #call them the regulars #Or the average friend group #Just normal dudes being normal #lego monkie kid shoe store assistant

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j0kers-light · 2 months ago

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Happy Tuesday girl! Hope you’re doing well so far this week. Unfortunately I have no interesting news regarding my life, everything has been meh recently. I started drawing again after being in artblock for about 3 months so… a yuppie for me? 🥲

ANYWAY, I have no idea if I already asked u this but here is my fun question for this weeks:

What is your current fav book? Or a book that you recommend? And why 😽🤲📖

Hey hi my sweet @yona-luvs-u !! Your life is interesting to me; it’s all about perspective. 🖤✨

Not you asking me what my favorite book is. Oh boy. Current fav? I haven’t read a book in about three years 🙂 hahahahahahaha about that…. Does fanfic count?

My friends are begging me to seek therapy about it um yeah I still buy books like the addict I am, (bought 18 just last month) but as for opening it and actually reading?? Where is the time? So I don’t have a current book I’m afraid. 🙃

I WILL ALWAYS RECOMMEND:

The Giver by Lois Lowry it teaches us how to be a better person and the freedom of choice and also the consequences of how radical thinking can affect a person and their society when an groups is rooted in their beliefs. Always a great discussion piece, we debated The Giver in school and I just fell in love with it ever since. Plus the series is phenomenal!!

The Iliad & The Odyssey by Homer. You just have to. I don’t make the rules. It’s like a rite of passage as a book lover. Either you say you love books and read Homer or you’re a phony. You have to appreciate the classics before branching out and finding the genre that makes you happy. That can be fantasy, smut, horror, mystery, etc. whatever.

Me personally, I’m a classics girl. Sue me. 👩🏽‍💻

Here’s a great list of 100 classic books that I give a thumb up to. There’s a few that are ehhhhhh (will not suit mainstream) but overall, chef kiss! and yes I do read modern books. I just feel booktok is overrated.

#thanks for the ask!#personal asks #chaos answers #get to know me #books

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firefromthegodspro · 5 months ago

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Weekly Dev Update #1: Named!

Alrighty, so I've decided a weekly dev log will be what I'm going with to stop myself from spamming the tags with garbage posts.

They will still be as unintelligible as before, there's just going to be less of them. I'll post every Monday (since the deadline is a Tuesday), and I've actually made enough progress to feel proud of so far!

To start things off, I finally have a title and synopsis! ...Yeah, I started the project without one, sue me (this is a joke plz don't im broke). Say hello to:

Messier Mystes

Welcome to Messier’s Academy of Magic; where you can fulfill your dream of being a proper Mage! Making friends, learning all different kinds of spells, and exterminating the local monsters will ensure your time in this school is filled with wonder and fun. But when strange dungeons begin to appear in the nearby forest, the path to your true destiny will finally open…

To discuss the game briefly, it's going to be a "Persona-like", AKA an RPG with lite social sim mechanics. I'm gonna have people to talk to, dungeons to run, and maybe some god killing.

As a treat.

Beyond that, tho, I have more! I've settled on what each Stat is going to do and have mostly finalized my Status Conditions (the list is done, I just have to work out what they do). And my Type Chart is done, along with the general vibe of each element and what kinds of Spells they'll have. The Spell List is next on the docket, so expect a teaser at that next week. I've also settled on an initial soundtrack and plugin list. They most likely aren't growing, but they might shrink depending on what happens in the future.

Last but not least, I have the basic setting and characters figured out! ...Yeah I really jumped head first into the mechanics before the setting. I had to or else I'd have never done it and dropped out. More on those in the future once the fine details are done, but I have enough of an idea on everything to begin writing. The party is "drafted" (translation: their roles and basic personality traits), but names and backstories are still baking in the oven. I think I'm starting to smell smoke, but I'm sure that's a good thing and supposed to happen. Enjoy this high quality picture of the Party List in the meantime:

Nice and crystal clear, right?

Well, that's all I have for this update! Messier Mystes will definitely have a lot more premade assets than the competition (I am solo with no artist), but I'm hoping the gameplay and writing will allow me to shine regardless.

The future looks bright, so stay hopeful!

Sincerely, Fire

#game dev blog #game development #development update #rpg maker #game jam #update #oh god oh fuck the characters are burning in the oven

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that-wildwolf · 2 years ago

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Fic first line tag game thingy

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven’t written ten fics, share as many first sentences as you have.

I was tagged by @dearophelia (thank you!) and I am tagging @tigereyes45 @whiskynorocks and @nicolasadrabbles :)

Edge of Yesterday [mass effect, shepard, amnesia, post-canon, ongoing]

The train cut through the empty field like a bullet flying through the air, making minimal noise, not even scaring the animals that were already used to the sound that often accompanied the train tracks in this area.

Happiness Is A Warm Blanket [mass effect, garrus, anxiety and comfort]

Garrus closed his eyes as he softly rubbed his face against the cool surface of the fish tank.

In The End [mass effect, shakarian, 3+1 things]

Garrus turned back to steal one last look at the ship docked at the landing pad behind him.

Since You Appeared [mass effect, garrus, pining]

Garrus Vakarian had never really thought to research human social norms.

Love is an Echo [mass effect, shakarian, post-canon]

Shepard wakes up to silence.

not the same without a gun [goncharov (1973), katya, relationship study]

Katya scoffed at the couples swaying on thze dance floor to the rhythm of the music.

Patience is Sorrow's Salve [mass effect, shakarian, moving on]

"Home sweet home," Shepard mutters into Garrus's embrace.

Black and White, Shadow and Light [mass effect, shepard, garrus, opposites attract]

From the first moment she meets him, she can't help but stare.

i wanna see you dance again [mass effect, shakarian, slow dancing in the kitchen at 2am]

Rain is pounding harshly on the glass of the windows and splashing loudly against the roof of the porch as Shepard sits in her chair and unenthusiastically looks around.

you acted shy [carole & tuesday, post-canon, first kiss]

"Carole?"

Yeah I like starting fics with "Garrus" sue me😅

#tag game #@dearophelia

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emawinslow · 1 year ago

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had the bi guys over for our weekly tuesday bachelorette hangout and I was burning a CD so sarah suitemate drove them to get mcdonald’s then home but they’ve been gone for like an hour and like. I’m not worried per se because I doubt they got in a horrible accident considering how close they live. but I do fully think they’re like talking in my car (they drove My car by the way) about all their feelings n shit and it’s like. they spent all night joking about how all of them are doing terribly (they are actually. I’ll give it to them life is kicking the shit out of them rn) and about how I’m the only one of us who’s normal. but when they asked how I was doing I was like “meh” and we went around and described how we were feeling in three words and I said “anxious bored and tired” which isn’t exactly Bad per se but they still took that as “oh she’s fine.” and when they joked about it I was like “no im actually not doing great I’ve been anxious basically nonstop and have barely able to eat since may” they were just kinda like “yeah yeah.” and Yes I could be more clear about my feelings but it sucks that they think because nothing horrible has happened to me that I must be doing great. as if my relationship with all three of them isn’t strained and I wouldn’t rather be literally anywhere but here and I feel overwhelmed and like shit basically all the time. but when I try and tell them shit like that they’re like “haha silly carmen what a great life she has” and again relatively I Do but that’s not the point just because things are going well for me doesn’t mean I feel good about any of them. like hello. so anyways yeah I feel like they’re having an overdue feelings talk in the car in a mcdonalds parking lot and I wish I was there for it yes I’m getting fomo over something I don’t know is happening sue me. I’m pretty sure that’s what’s happening tho. I wish I could be there for them in a way that made them feel like they could talk to me and I’m trying my best I really am but I just can’t seem to get them to click with me in the way they all click with each other you know. and I may as well get into it since I’m here but they all are just able to let loose and be silly together in a way I’m just Not able to even if I try it just feels awkward and unnatural and uncomfortable so I end up just watching them do stupid shit from the sidelines and I love their stupid shit but I just feel like an outsider in the group in a way I never realized until now. like yes of course we’re all different and we’re not always gonna click but everything between everybody honestly just feels so tense and like we’re waking on eggshells trying not to say things one of us told another not to say to the others or get too deep or whatever. I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore but it’s been nearly an hour and a half at this point and sarah suitemate texted she’s on the way back so I guess I’ll solve the mystery soon. I think I’m going fucking crazy

#carmen.txt

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female-buckets · 2 years ago

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At 4 p.m. on the dot Tuesday afternoon, as scheduled, UConn women's basketball legend Diana Taurasi took a seat in front of a USA Basketball backdrop and stared into the camera with a signature gigantic smile.

Taurasi, 40, is still going strong at every elite level of basketball.

But for the first time in 18 years, Sue Bird was not sharing the backcourt and wasn’t within earshot as members of the U.S. women's national team gathered for a four-day minicamp in Minneapolis.

“Sue and I pretty much talk every single day, whether it's a text or something stupid someone said and she sends it to me and we laugh over that,” said Taurasi, who teamed with Bird, her former UConn teammate, to win five Olympic gold medals. “We're always communicating. It was weird. It was strange getting here and not having Sue. Usually right now we're having coffee and talking for about three hours, then we'd have dinner and we'd have another coffee and talk for another two hours. When your best friend is not on the team anymore, it is a little bit strange. I'll have to find someone else to bug.”

Taurasi also is one of the few public figures to have been in constant contact with longtime Phoenix Mercury teammate Brittney Griner, who decided not to participate in this week’s Team USA minicamp. Griner was detained in Russia on drug charges in February 2022 and sentenced to nine years in prison, but was returned to the U.S. as part of a prisoner exchange that made international headlines in November.

“It was a situation that I thought wasn't going to happen,” Taurasi said. “I'm not a person that lives in this fake world of optimism. I knew how serious everything was. I lived in Russia for 10 years. I know how serious these things are there. ... I really thought it was going to be a long time before I got to see my friend again. Every single day, we suffered and hoped that she would be back. Not until I saw her did I really believe it. Just to see her smile, just to see her free, was really emotional for everyone.

"And we knew at the same time, even as she got into that plane and we got to Phoenix, there was going to be a whole new set of challenges, a whole new reality, a whole new way of living life for BG. All I can say is that every day she's in a great place. She's so thankful to be home. She has so much admiration for all the people who pushed and helped and made sure that we got her home. It's a work in progress but it's just amazing to see her at home with her friends and family. The one thing that has never left BG is the ability to make people happy, and to make them smile. I'm just so glad she's home with her family and her friends.”

Taurasi and Griner, both former No. 1 draft picks, have been teammates with the Mercury since 2013. They won Olympic gold together in 2016 (under Geno Auriemma) and again in Tokyo (under Dawn Staley).

“We just have a special relationship where we can connect on a different level, which is, for both of us, really nice,” Taurasi said. “I've never had a friend go through this. So I think for everyone involved, it's a situation that's very particular and very strange. But BG always finds a way to find lightness in everything. Yeah, we've had probably too many jokes that I can't share, too many stories that I can't share. But just happy she's home. We talk all the time.

“We're both in Phoenix. We both live there full time. So we've hooked up a couple times. We chat on the phone, text. This morning, she texted me, 'How's camp going?' She wants to be part of this like no one else. So she'll get there eventually. She'll find her footing.”

Bird retired after the 2022 WNBA season. Taurasi, who turns 41 in June and will be 42 before the 2024 Paris Olympics, shows no eagerness to walk away no matter how difficult the preparation for games and seasons has become.

“As I look at you guys, I know some of us are a little bit on the older side,” Taurasi said to a Zoom media audience. “It's a daily grind. It's something I've focused my whole life on, to be as healthy as I can be, to be on the court, to make sure I'm available to my kids and my family. It's been something that the last four or five years has really consumed my life, to do everything possible in order to be on the court. I continue to do that now. It's something that I find as a challenge and I like to do it. And we'll go from there.”

Taurasi won three consecutive NCAA championships at UConn before going on to become the WNBA’s all-time leading scorer.

“Since I stopped playing in Russia [in 2017], I've had to reorganize the way I look at my basketball career,” Taurasi said. “When you're playing year-round you're kind of just always in shape and you're just in that constant going from team to team, always being in shape. And when you settle down and you just play the WNBA, the offseason is long. You really have to plan it out and see the times where you can really push yourself, and times when you have to look in the mirror and say, 'I need to backtrack a little bit.' So it's an ongoing journey. It's a great process. You learn a lot about yourself and how committed you are. Because when you're not on a team, you could easily not do it. You could easily just go to happy hour instead.”

Taurasi has not yet signed a contract for the 2023 season.

“I expect to,” she said. “That's something I've said for a long time, that finishing my career in Phoenix is something I have a lot of respect for and something that I want to do. But you never know what can happen in this world, right? As we've seen in the last couple of weeks, anything can happen.”

Asked if she would take less money to create cap flexibility for the Mercury, Taurasi said, “Yeah, I don't know about that. I'm not one to take less money. I don't know about you guys.”

Taurasi said he recently met Mat Ishbia, new owner of the Mercury and the NBA’s Phoenix Suns. She averaged 16.7 points last season, her 18th with the Mercury.

“Last season, for a lot of reasons, nor here or there, I didn't feel like I brought the best version of myself,” Taurasi said. “I feel like there were glimpses of days where I was like, oh, this is still pretty easy. And there were days where I was like, I'd rather be somewhere else. This is just another challenge for me, approaching this season with a different mindset. I'm excited about that.”

Taurasi famously shouted into the TV cameras, “See you in Paris!” after winning Gold with Team USA in Tokyo. The Paris Olympics are July/August of 2024.

“USA Basketball is a very special organization,” Taurasi said. “I've been a part of it since 1998 when I started playing under-18's. I played through college. It's been a part of my basketball career as much as the WNBA, as much as playing overseas. It's something that I've always taken great respect in playing. It's always been a big honor. And any time I'm asked to a camp, I'll drop everything to try to come if I'm physically ready, and ready to go.”

#gotta go to the connecticut media to get the full unedited press conference of course #diana taurasi #wnba #phoenix mercury #brittney griner #sue bird #usabwnt #usab #usbwnt

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openheart12 · 2 years ago

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Poor Unfortunate Souls

A/N: I’ve seen people on my dash using this generator https://perchance.org/incorrect-quote-generator to create texts with their characters so I tried it and got way too carried away lmao but the words in bold are the names of the group chats also maybe like 3 texts were my actual words so please don’t sue me

Summary: Texts between the “CTU Baddies” and my personal fav couple and their besties.

WC: 1,093

Warning: the language is heavy with this one

ctu baddies

2:32 am

michelle: who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat

jack: >:O language

ryan: yeah watch your fucking language

tony: okay who taught ryan the fuck word?

marwan: “the fuck word”

chloe: are you stupid? you guys use the f word all the time

ryan: omg she censored it

marwan: say fuck chloe

ryan: do it chloe. say fuck

6:28 pm

michelle: between ryan, jack, and chloe — if you had to pick — who would you punch?

marwan: no one! they’re my friends. i wouldn’t punch any of them

michelle: tony?

marwan: yeah but idk why

tony: why was marwan added in here?

michelle: why not?

tony: idk maybe bc he stole a NUCLEAR WARHEAD???

chloe: it was for the aesthetic

ryan: we have a problem

marwan: let me guess, you caused it?

jack: gimme a sec, i’m not drunk enough to listen yet

tony: and it’s another tuesday, what’s your point?

michelle: would shooting you solve this problem?

ryan: you know i have ptsd about that michelle :(

11:48 am

chloe: who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to tony and michelle’s convo?

ryan: me. i’m in the laundry basket

marwan: i’m in the washing machine

jack: i’m in the closet

ryan: we accept you jack!

jack: no i’m literally in the closet

ryan: love is love <3

4:03 pm

ryan: you four better explain right now

michelle: it was marwan

tony: it was marwan

jack: it was marwan

chloe: it was marwan

marwan: … fuck

7:56 pm

tony: what does takeout mean?

jack: food

ryan: dating

michelle: murder

chloe: it can be all 3 if you’re brave enough

12:03 pm

ryan: what the hell happened in the break room

jack: who accidentally sets a lemon on fire????

michelle: microwave it for 40 minutes

tony: why were you microwaving a lemon?????

michelle: i read boiling lemons helps to cover up bad smells like burnt oranges but there weren’t any pots available

chloe: how did you also burn an orange????????

michelle: microwave it for 40 minutes :(

marwan: the more you know!!

9:39 am

tony: if we were in prison, you’d guys would be like my bitches

ryan: WERE?? XD

jack: did you not have bitches when you WERE in prison?

chloe: jack don’t forget about china

marwan: ohhhh burnnnn

michelle: im the only bitch you need

three main bitches

6:24 am

tony: the best part of an oreo is the cookie part, not the frosting. deal with it

jack: darkness without light is an abyss. light without darkness is blinding. you cannot have a coin with one side

michelle: YO SOCRATES ITS A FUCKING COOKIE

2:47 pm

tony: are you a painting michelle?

michelle: wtf

tony: bc i wanna pin you to a wall

jack: oh god i thought you were gonna say you wanted to hang her or something

10:04 pm

tony: jack told me i was found in a KFC bucket next to the dumpster and i was rescued

michelle: you probably were

tony: oh crap, maybe that's the reason why. maybe my lackluster feelings towards their fried chicken is because subconsciously i’m reliving the trauma whenever i see their trademark bucket. my brain and cognitive dissonance won’t let me completely lie to myself and say i hate their food because fried chicken is great and i want some now, instead it just steers me away. thank you for helping guide me towards this epiphany, perhaps now the healing can begin

jack: it’s fucking chicken man

2:59 am

jack: how do you ask someone out?

tony: well first-

michelle: don’t ask him, he asked me out in a mcdonald's parking lot

jack: … and you said yes???

8:30 am

tony: everyone thinks i’m this soft cute person but i’m not!

jack: tony you stepped on a bug and cried for hours

tony: it had feelings! It was probably going home to dinner and i killed it :(

michelle: it was a bug …

tony: it was a BEETLE and its wife is definitely worried sick, wondering where it is and i don’t get why you both think i’m so sentimental because i’m not

michelle: okayyyyy anyways

7:39 pm

jack: i think tony’s in trouble

michelle: alright. i’m struggling to give a fuck if i’m honest

fearsome foursome

8:36 am

tony: bruh y’all are ridiculous michelle doesn’t have a crush on me :/

chloe: yes she does

jack: yes she does

michelle: yeah i do

4:29 pm

jack: what are you getting tony for the holidays?

michelle: idk it’s kind of hard buying a gift when he already has everything he could ever want when he married me. so i’m not sure yet

chloe: i’m getting tony a divorce lawyer

tony: as if we’d ever need one

chloe: i stg i’m the only one here with a braincell

michelle: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred brain cell

jack: hear, hear!!

tony: did we go back to the fucking 1600s

4:38 pm

jack: what is love?

michelle: an emotional minefield

chloe: a neurochemical reaction

tony: baby don’t hurt me

9:24 am

michelle: your smile? it makes my day

tony: your happiness? i live for that

chloe: a room? get one

jack: hotel? trivago

messages between tony and michelle

4:20 pm

tony: life keeps fucking me and i cant remember the safe word

michelle: clownery. tomfoolery. absolute fuckery. i’m going to revoke your life privileges

tony: jesus christ

2:49 am

tony: why am i the bad guy?

michelle: idk why am i the pretty one? we all have our thing

1:21 pm

michelle: tony you just saved my life!

tony: and i’d do it again and maybe a third time, but that’d be it

michelle: gee don’t hold back

5:35 pm

michelle: i feel so burnt out

tony: don’t worry it’ll be over soon

michelle: are you gonna… assassinate me?

tony: well not if you’re expecting it :/

11:11 pm

tony: have i ever told you that you cook well?

michelle: awww no you haven’t :’)

tony: so why do you keep cooking

4:51 am

michelle: i’m sorry please talk to me

(2 minutes later) hello? world’s most amazing person? sweet pea? precious cinnamon roll that’s too good for this world, too pure?

tony: “sorry” won’t bring back my fucking M&Ms

10:42 pm

tony: i typed “bitch” into my GPS and guess what? i’m in your driveway

michelle: mf

tony: vroom vroom bitch let’s go

#24 #tony x michelle #tony almeida #michelle dessler #habib marwan #Ryan Chappelle #chloe obrian #jack bauer #this is so bad im sorry

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the-firebird69 · 5 months ago

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Judge Strikes Down Ron DeSantis' Signature Law https://www.newsweek.com/florida-transgender-law-banned-unconstitutional-1911413

I don't care who the f*** you are just Santa's just Santa's Dee Sanchez Jesus you're a p**** first off secondly you're wrong no matter what state you're in in the USA you can't limit someone's medical Care based on their race you should be cut out of politics just like Trump stupid you're so stupid as it hurts you got cut into little pieces by the Max and they held it on you and your pussies you're fighting each other to the death and they held it on you your pussies and that's all you are you're f****** p**** tonight I knew it so let me tell you something I don't f****** need you Governor DeSantis this for anything and your negative person for me. you cut yourself out of the picture and that's the big picture. You can get fired no matter what you do same with Stan from this job you have here and from your life you're f****** dead because of your mistake it's not only a mistake to your own people who you're getting killed rapidly because you think you're AI boy or whatever dumbass s*** you tell them they get a little kid for real but you're fired I don't need you have you noticed no is the answer you're in oblivious idiot I waited for the foreigners to come in and get rid of your dumbasses and others because the max needs real contenders and you ain't nothing you're some s*** head too pushes me into the game every day it has a laundromat like some sort of f****** Queen I'm bringing charges against you Governor DeSantis for introducing this law in the first place and sponsoring it and other laws they're all illegal into your benefit is for your queer plan LOL and we're going to sue you

Zues Hera

You're staying in the front yard screaming like a retard that got you to do it because you're a stupid f*** that's why it's funny that's your little b****

Is sitting there looking at you carefully that's making the noises and then you started screaming it and you look really stupid and he got out of trouble because you got in trouble and I told him what you were doing I said you wouldn't do the work you wouldn't look at it you wouldn't let him do it wasn't supposed to do have no septic you f*** you men are so goddamn dumb we're in a lot of trouble because of you and he says you can't get in trouble for fumbling like a mad person but you're in trouble with yourselves cuz you're still going to be splintered and have these guys going after everything that means that you're nothing and that blows you're going to come in now and feed the s*** out of us cuz I think we all know and we might and he says doesn't really matter you suck so bad but really what we're looking for for a nuclear weapons so you can't let us have any and they know about it they were saying it yesterday in code if you have to be a genius to hear it for Christ's sake... Why I say is I've done a lot of work around here I want you to play cuz you're a dick head about queers you should be doing that it's unconstitutional and people notice and these Max use everything like that not one thing or look at it and say it's too much they use it all are you people really that stupid the answer is yeah this a****** Trump has like 5,000 court cases to go to he's a huge animal he's going to handle the position off who cares they're cutting you off with your fingerprints and your brain because of what you've done you're not cutting him off you s*** head but he's going to pay for your crimes and he should he's making you do them you idiot he's right you know we're fraction completely and useless and he's in trouble because we're sitting here cuz he's fat blobs and we can't do anything you want I felt like running over there with a shovel cuz he says you take it it kind of slit one foot wide and stick the dirt out and that's what we're preventing him from doing and sit there with a shovel Trump I mean this is gross it's it is torture and he says we are being sued and then armies are going to come kill us because we are completely useless and the least we could do is point it out to foreigners and tie it up and try and get something but no what we want to do is just sit here and be huge huge targets

Lily

I don't think I've ever heard this before she says it every day and I don't listen he says so f****** what like granddad is President and you're fired go to hell Jason you piece of s***

And by the way Jason f*** you you're a p**** I punch you in the face and you die you're out f****** moron I'm going to punch your people's ticket I'm going to punch your God damn tickets here myself and show you how it works

He says added I'm afraid because it's true I can't get out of here and I can't do the job Stan won't let me and he says it's a lie and he believes it and who cares it's right out of driveway and you you can't get it done cuz you know what happens to the septic and it's too rich for you you stupid f*** f*** you Jason you lying sack of p**** man I got to f*** you up in this idiot and there's a crying little f** over here

Jason

These people have our son argue with them like this every day but what he's doing is having you killed he's sending over this and you don't see it cuz you're a bunch of losers who have to see it then you have to believe it you have to have him make you believe that he's having to kill we say is that manipulating it say that would kill you by hand and people imitate him is one thing but you can't buy that for a dollar it's a goddamn dumb any other Max found out that you know about it at your dumb meeting and they're going after you because they know that you go after them thank God he says thank God I mean these guys probably suck so f****** bad they follow a car for a minute and drive off the road and yeah there's a lot of that didn't confident they are incompetent and we need the max to go below when it's a real fight

Thor Freya

Haha boy that makes sense you're so God damn weak for me to have it doesn't care at all about helping cuz he can't cuz we'll make a device out of it will pile them up and blow them up with a laser so people think that I've been doing it cuz it's coming out of my mouth why that's stupid

Trump

It's stupid because you probably don't have any but people think you do that's why it's stupid you should head so why don't you run around tell people you f****** little Goldilocks

Zues Hera

I think I will this

Trump

is the threatening us and we even know what you have and what you don't so go tell your s*** heads and you'll be threatening them and they'll want it you f*** you dumb retard

Zues Hera

This is very difficult because we're actually very stupid now I have to go after you Trump and you probably don't have me to save you c*** that's what he's saying what God damn stupid that makes sense and they're going to kill me over and over for three shovelful of dirt I don't understand it and he does it sounds like the max and make it for so it's not the memory jackass you idiots what the f*** is wrong with your lower my rent stand or go to hell those are the choices you dip s*** you don't have to vouch your master but you do all the time

Jason

F*** you dumb a******

Zues Hera

I figured out something we kind of stupid and he's right we're back to them all the time but we won't do stuff that they don't want us to I mean this sucks we're so God damn weak they're coming after us anyways but now it's going to be worse cuz we ran down there whose idea was that s*** you stupid a****** anyways we're probably just going to die they planned out your day in a movie and how do you do the movie and that's how they kill you it's not brain surgery so I'm going back in time so I guess that's what I'm going to do I guess I'll stand good job I mean you f****** around with me all the time but you know step off

You know what I could care less I don't have anything to do today it's going to try and evict all three

Stan

You're not in the group anymore a****** we pushed you out and we're taking your properties and you don't have that power to do it to him it was going to go after you today and your group's not big enough and these people go after you so you're done

Mac daddy

I sort of get something you're standing up for him we don't want you to he says I'm with trillions and trillions of dollars a second the foreign government stand and you're worth nothing to these people here you should f****** kill yourself Stan you don't know better at all you don't know the real man my plan had it down my clan had it down and you in the other f****** idiots f***** it all up and the max got messed up and now you have to look at the red eye little s*** you f****** teeny little s*** you messing with me I'm going to step on your whole f****** stupid little army and take everything that's just two states you little s***... That's a f****** price for not shoveling three shovel fulls of dirt and raise my rent you dumb f***... Is it English then you can't understand English go to ESL you dumb f****** retard you got a retard frontal lobe you need ESL not me you stupid f****** idiot I have an IQ that's well above everybody here and it all up together... In a valuable to other people apparently not to you so they're going to come in here and blow your f****** head off... I sort of get that this is torture and they don't want it and they're killing us all and we keep asking for it and so what and he says great so you're checking out good I can take your stuff going to use it right in front of you don't f****** retard

Stan

You're actually a lot worse than I thought Stan and I know we're losing but boy you a f****** loser you are a loser 10 20 years ago when he went through New York you were this f****** huge loser I don't want to do this anymore you started this war cuz you're a piece of s*** you want to get rid of all our guys they're special so what we're different people you don't know it I mean this is hell I got to go down with a shovel he says just bring the f****** shovel down and I'll show you how to shovel three shovel falls of dirt so you can go around and you can fix your the other ones no I don't know you were there it's stealth shoveling but only have to say I got you a job I pulled you out of hell you probably be dead right now and it takes effort everyone bothers me you feel are spoiled rotten there's nobody behind you there's no safety net you say that s*** to me Stan so it's going to blow your brains out there's no mama and there's no papa used to be my clan and you guys done away with them now you have no safety net at all and you have nobody who's advising you the two big guys can't you're too sticky and too f****** annoying and they decided if they do anything I love you guys are a wasting God damn time.

I could actually hear it just get it done don't talk to you about it anymore if I hear about it I'm going to start soon the f*** out of video it was mentioning it and I have to try and tell you something I don't have time for this s*** he's just going to start f****** us up what would anybody do fix the goddamn sewer it's been 2 years you made me sick you're asking for more rent you owe me money cuz the place shouldn't even be inhabited I got to see the f*** out of you I get a lawyer today or sue the f*** out of you dumb a****** and f*** you by the way you get off my f****** case I'm going to rip you a new one you're saying to me and obviously we're in trouble he said radar Love stupid f*** you dumb queer what are you going to do against the laser of that power they can actually stop the Earth particles from going into the stupid universe she God damn webs you f****** f*** ups have no f****** idea how dead you are

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