#youse a BITCH!

[claudiaeparvier]

hotd finale was kinda wack 😬

[hella1975]

you city types are insane i was up at 6am listening to 'fox screaming (1 hour extended version)' this morning. worst shit i have to deal with in the sticks is like. a cow mooing sometimes

[orpheusilver]

fully believe that theres at least a short period where jack and silver are infamous for sitting around drinking and gossiping like bitchy queens and everyone around them is shocked to learn that theyre both reportedly straight

[ares-xix]

twitter is literally in it's death throes bleeding stock value and whatever else and here's every other website trying to be just like them. clown shit if you ask me

[regina-cordium]

I can’t find the post I made abt this before but I am once again forcing myself not to write an entire dissertation on how there Is grammar and syntax in newsies’ dialect, it just isn’t what we as a society at large consider ‘proper’

[humanrinds]

love it when old ladies get mouthy with me bc we're not showing the movie that they didn't even want to see

[surra-de-bunda]

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"Pussy-Asshole-Mouth! Youse a PAM, bitch!"

[akajustmerry]

idk feel like I haven't talked about this much on here for some reason but I grew up watching Casablanca 1942 quite a bit because it's one of my dad's favourites. SOOOO something I really REALLY loved about loumand was all their scenes in eps 1-4ish(?) really do evoke those 1940s/50s foreign locale cinema romances. the ones where the leads have such insane chemistry and the cinematography and blocking and location is so good that all they have to is glance at each other and you as a viewer feel like you're going to throw up. like. when I see fans claiming louis and armand don't chemistry or don't seem to like each other I'm tapping you directly on the brain like helloooooo is this thing on???? hello???? like. how do you watch the scene where they're by the river and louis' like "oh there's room 😏" all suave leaning right in close to armand all smirk and flirt and then leans away and then armand is eating that UP. how do you watch that like, "oh they hate each other they don't even like each other!!" what the fuck are you TALKING ABOUT. how do you watch louis kiss armand's nose and then say with your whole chest there's no love in it?? Howwwww do youse watch the scene the bench with the close ups of Jacob and Assad's beautiful faces looking upon each other with such longing and desire and awe and say there was no love there??? like that's classic cinematic romance 101, bitch!!!!!! but you know what....i reckon it's qWHITE obvious at the end of the day why ppl are all too happy to post dubious loustat scenes out of context like "THIS SCENE IS PEAK ROMANCE" but louis and armand couldn't even have a cheeky snog without people being like, "this is evil actually"!! whatever. shout out to Jacob and Assad!! you will always be famous to me for giving us a mid 20th century foreign-locale cinema romance with 2 beautiful gay characters of colour, even for the briefest of times before, you know..... [gestures vaguely at the rest of the season]. I still think it would have been MUCH BETTER narratively for armand and lestat to have conspired to save louis together but that's a separate post <3

[luxthestrange]

Beastars Incorrect Quotes#9 HARU JINXED IT-

When Haru got kidnapped by the Shishihumi ...you were with her when it happen and were brought along for the ride...Safe to say when they haven't heard what humans are they started to question you...you decided to have a little fun along with Haru~

Chief Lion:-If we have to, we are willing to resort to torture methods to get answers out of you nasty hell beast!

Haru*Still roped up next to you and raises her brow at him*When you say “tortured”, do you mean physical or psychological? Physical seems counterproductive; They would likely tell you anything if it meant an end to the pain, and you have no way of knowing what was true

Y/n*Nods along at her retort* Or I might like it too much. And then you got a whole new thing to deal with…

Ibuki*Glares at you as he comes to your level* What do you mean by that?

Y/n*Looks up and down at him and shrugs*"He aint ugly..." *wiggling eyes brows* Oh, you’re stupid, huh? I can work with stupid, “Daddy/Mommy” Likey Dummy~

Haru shoulders start to shake trying to hold back her laughter but laughs anyway

Haru: Good one Y/n!, Daddy/Mommy likey-

Free: You better stop laughin’ at us!

Ibuki grabs Your collar and growls at the Your face

Ibuki: Yeah! You’re the ones at our mercy!

Y/n: It’s hard to resist, I’m really sorry. I mean, considering your approach thus far, you’ve had us tied up here for what, hours? And you haven’t even had to confirm what exactly I am!

Chief Lion*leans down curious* What are you?

Y/n: I’m a Taurus/Zodiac Sign~

Haru bursts out laughing so hard she started to snort

Free: Oh, a smart guy/gal eh?

Agata: One more quip out of you and we’ll shut you up!

Y/n: Ohh, getting kinky!~

Both Lions recoil in a shock away from you

Free: WHAT?!? We ain’t playing any of your vile weird kinks!

Y/n: I mean, that’s what it sounds like back there. You sickos…

Haru*Sarcasticly leans on your shoulder*PLEASE, don’t give them ideas Y/n~

Mc: Why not? I know the shit you’re into- *Giving her “The look"*

Haru*Blushes and rolls her eyes*...

Agata: STAAHP! We are NOT getting kinky wit youse!

Ibuki: Calm down, Agata! Don’t let this monster get to you!

Y/n*sees them walking away* Hey, aren’t we going to get a phone call, bitch?~

Agata: Well, that entirely depends: Who ya gonna call, hmm?~*Makes baby voice*

Y/n: Your fat mom, thanking her for a fat time!~

Free: Nice try, creep! His fat mom is DEAD! *Agata starts crying into his own arm*

Part 2 of:

[yoshimickster]

AND NOW-a possible future Hazbin Hotel story!

Angel: HEY BITCH-how was the date with double dick?

Cherri: Oh you know, we uh went... antiquing.

Angel: OH...I see.

Cherri: And even when we DIDN'T buy anything he'd just go into MAD detail about where the fucking thing came AND how much he appreciated it's fucking form!

Angel: ... and you loved it didn't you?

Cherri: OF COURSE I LOVED IT, how the fuck can one man describe a lamps in intricate detail and be so FUCKING CUTE?!

Angel: That's St. Pentious for you!

Pentious: Cherri darling, I just learned of a store that is FILLED with rotary phones, perchance you'd join me?

Cherri: Fuck YEAH, you sexy snake nerd!

Angels: Youse two are also banging in all the stores you go to right?

Cherri: Oh of course.

Pentious: It's hard finding a business in hell that DOESN'T have a sex room!

[powderblueblood]

GETTING TO KNOW YOUR EDDIE

— the 411 on the loser playboy of the midwestern world

Tagged by @jo-harrington & @deathbecomesthem who got this stunning prompt on the road, love this love youse

let’s talk MUNSON!

What story is he from? What kind of story is it (Fix-it fic, Older!Eddie, Rockstar!Eddie etc)? The Eddie darling that takes up prime real estate in my brain is of course Hellfire & Ice Eddie, which is a teen romantic-dramadey with sprinkles of crime capers on top. We meet him at 18 years of age, drug dealin’, Dungeon wheelin’, at the absolute top of his bottom of the food chain game. He’s all raw nerve and engine sputter, our consummate not ready for prime time player. He is brassy, ballsy, funny, terrified.

What inspired you to write this Eddie? Flight of Icarus, actually! It reignited my initial love for him by basically confirming what I had already known to be true—he’s a little bitch that’ll take any opportunity to be struck down lovesick and he’s doomed by his bloodline.

What are your favorite headcanons about him/share something you never shared in your story? Eddie runs on a full tank of defiance, just burning rubber against what’s expected of kids his age—but to zoom in? Eddie sometimes wonders what it would be like if he was different. Tried harder. Cut his hair, joined the basketball team, really pulled himself up by his bootstraps and divorced himself from his stain of a last name. Folded in and blended, made all the right moves. Why couldn’t I do that? he thinks, Just pretend. I’m good at making shit up. But that’s selling out. And Eddie Munson is no sell out—rap sheet or no, his life is his own.

What does he wear on a casual day? On a dressier day? What does he wear to bed? Casual day, it’s your cartoon character stock costume of insert band t-shirt here, ripped jeans there, doubled up battle vest and leather cut to top it all off. There might be a variant in jean shade but that’s it. He likes to stick to a look. The dressiest he’ll go (he does not own dressy clothes) is a black cable knit sweater, very old, with the thumb holes worried through the cuffs. To bed, preferably nothing, but boxers of absolutely necessary and a very old, ratty pair of flannel PJ bottoms and an old t-shirt or a faded sweatshirt of Wayne’s if it’s freezing.

Favorite foods? This FUCK loves a pizza with the most fuckass toppings. Anchovy, black olive, pepperoni, sweetcorn (for the vitamins!), pineapple (for the jizz thing!) all on the one pie. But he can cook, to an extent, and we unfortunately have to hand this to ex-line cook Al who taught him how to grill a cheese and make a bitchin’ spaghetti with honeyed tomato gravy and lots of oregano. Eddie also loves a snack he can gesticulate with, see: Twizzler, corn dog, ice pop. Bordering on phallic foods.

Tell Us About His Family/Friends: Immediately in the gene pool—Al, the absent and up-to-no-good father who somehow still has a knife in Eddie’s side and will twist it with the simple words, “C’mon, that’s my boy!” Wayne, uncle and father figure, silent but loving and the only real pillar Eddie could ever lean against, and he feels like such a burden for it sometimes. Elizabeth, mommy dearest and dead, canonised like a saint in Eddie’s mind, and might have been but also might not have been. The root of his love of music and his need to tell stories to survive. The found-by-the-hand-of fate family— Ronnie Ecker, the Stalter to his Waldorf, the Bonham to his Page, the only person he’d ever follow into battle because you wouldn’t think it but Ronnie, who is secretly rage akimbo, would accidentally lead that charge. He loves her like a sister, she loves him like a dog. Just kidding. Maybe. He wants to be Ronnie Ecker when he grows up. Granny Ecker comes as part of this deal, one of the people credited with whooping Eddie into shape. We don’t quite know what shape yet, it’s Picassoan in nature. Then, the extension again that is the great Corroded Coffin/Hellfire crossover event—Jeff, Cyrus, Dougie and Gareth. He’s not quite as close with the boys, but they’re good boys. They love and fear him, except for Cyrus who is a true enigma which pisses Eddie off because he’s supposed to be the fucking enigma here, dammit.

Yeah Yeah, he's a Metalhead. Tell Us MORE About His Taste in Music in your story: We are working off Flight of Icarus rules so he’s got a taste in the mouth for Howlin’ Wolf style blues, real down and dirty Detroit shit. He also loves a sleazeball, so enter Tom Waits and when he’s feeling REALLY sentimental, Leonard Cohen. Eddie loves to bite a thumb so he has some punk spinning too—Richard Hell, MC5, The Cramps, and reluctantly Iggy and the Stooges. They’re Al’s favourite so kind of tainted. Last but not least, I think that Johnny Cash’s Live From Folsom Prison album gets a lot of play. Particularly Cocaine Blues and Dark in the Dungeon, which he’s definitely incorporated into some campaign. He does NOT listen to CHICK MUSIC because he’s a loser boy (Wayne has a Linda Ronstadt record that makes him cry).

What are his views on romance? On sex? Eddie Munson falls in love fourteen times a day because at the be all and end all, he’s an artist and he’s sensitive as shit. Let’s get one thing straight—he can flirt to beat the band, once anyone gives him the time of day. Which they don’t. But in his mind? He’s a silver tongued Casanova. It’s just easier to use on people he hates. Once he has a crush, he has an obsession, even if he’s oftentimes too chickenshit to act on it. Cue pulling pigtails in the playground routine. He wants so badly to worship someone and be worshipped in return, okay, it’s reciprocal worshipping—give him mutual pathological obsession or give him DEATH. He wants to build a shrine, and will, to the right person. He’ll preoccupy his mind with every detail about them to the point where, yeah, it is borderline kind of stalkery but he’s still 18 years old. Speaking of, sex? Yeah, he’s done it. Badly. He’s like to do it again, goodly. He’d like to do it with someone that wasn’t treating it like an experiment, someone who’d let him slobber all over them and rut and keen and whine like the hound in heat he fucking feels like. He has no goddamn control! He experiences pleasure in a total headrush, never been able to stay cool and sexy and commanding a day in his life. He just wants, wants, wants and he burns so hot. Eddie wants so clumsily that it comes out at the most inappropriate times, like the nurse’s office after he gets his fist busted. He’s not some sex god, just some dick with an overeager cock. But he sure is willing to put in the work.

Is he optimistic or pessimistic? Pessimistic on the surface, the life is shit and then you die so might as well do some whippits poster boy but so so secretly, Eddie holds the tiniest flame of hope that someday, somehow, things will get better. At the very least easier. That he’ll grow into his bones somehow, or someone will help soothe him into them. That he’ll feel some kind of belonging. Because he does want that, really. Some soft place to land.

Where or with whom is he most comfortable? Those pockets of alchemy at Hellfire Club when he’s got a rapt audience. With Ronnie, sitting on the sagging couch outside his trailer. Playing chauffeur to a certain princess across-the-way.

What are his views of his future? What are his hopes/dreams? Pie in the sky? Cover of Circus with his cheeks out, duh. A Grammy or two, his own metal club, a published fantasy author, shit. He’s not askin’ for the world, here! But honestly, Eddie’s view of his future is 18 year old misanthropist bleak. He hasn’t even considered college as an option, not that he’d get there with his grades. He figures he might just start selling full time for Rick once (if) he graduates then hopefully have the good enough sense to take his money and split to Chicago or someplace. Might hit it lucky when he’s played in a couple more iterations of Corroded Coffin and con someone into letting him be a session guitarist—which wouldn’t be the cover of Circus, but would still be a huge deal! But as much as an ego game as he likes to talk, he’s got this terrible, looming feeling that he’ll never leave Hawkins alive.

What do you imagine his future looks like? (If your story is incomplete or if this would be a spoiler you're not willing to share, you can skip this question.) I’ll give you a couple details, because I am writing a sequel about this. Picture a brief stint in Indianapolis. Meaner, grizzlier, bartender-ier, going on a decade of heartbreak, performing at his sexual best but nearing burnout and about to turn 30 with some side dealings at home that are edging out of the side and into the forefront. Heavy is the hand that wears the ring. You look so much like your father!

Anything else you'd like us to know about your Eddie/your story? He is so full of love and piss and vinegar. He is going to end up cherished. Like, violently so.

Optional Vulnerable Question: Why do you write fics for Eddie Munson? I love a tragedy touched smartass who folds at the first sign of affection. I want to nourish him and eat him up like the witch from Hansel and Gretel. Or have Lacy do it for me, whatever.

tagging: YOU. READING THIS. Not KIDDING IF YOURE READING THIS GET TO WORK

[blubushie]

the sniper/woman haters are especially funny to me bc there is NOTHING in canon that ever hints whether he's gay or straight because we never see him pursuing him anyone romantically. who cares. if you think he's a gay cowboy then he's a gay cowboy. if you think he's the straightest man on the planet then go ahead and live your truth. and if you think he's ace and completely uninteresfed then hey, that's totally fine too! it's all just about learning to live and let live

FUCKEN OATH

Also I'm shooting across my own bow here to my fellow aros and the aces: just cuz a character in media isn't depicted as showing sexual or romantic interest in anyone doesn't mean they're CANONICALLY aro/ace. Youse're the same crowd who bitch and whine about how characters only exist to form heteronormative relationships with each other (yeah I'm looking at you, the "why can't they just be friends" crowd) but when a character doesn't show interest youse all go fucken feral and attack people for shipping "canon" aro/ace characters. Unless the character self-identifies with something or the creator themselves comes out and says it, it's not canon. FANON is not CANON. Do you ACTUALLY want the lack of depiction of sex/romance to be normalised or what? Calm down.

This applies to Pyro antishippers too who attack people for shipping Pyro cuz he's "too childlike". You're not normal about mental illness and you are reinforcing eugenecist dogma. Reassess.

[dyke-a-saur]

Finished watching Heartbreak High and I gotta say, I feel like they pulled off Gen Z High School really well. Like I could go to school with these absolute agents if chaos.

Okay but important business:

Amerie

I loved her the second she popped up on screen. Her energy, her personality, and her friendship with Harper. It was just the best. At times tho, I could see why the other characters antagonized her. After all, it was just as much her map as Harper’s and she put people in awful situations. Not to mention the reveal that she failed to let Harper in, then had the nerve to say she’d always be there. She even did the same to Malakai (tho it’s clear she acted out of trauma from her and Harper’s friendship gone sour)

Dusty

Fuck you. Youse a bitch, a snake, and truly a shit stain on the trousers of humanity. Work on yourself. Big soulful eyes tho.

Ca$h

Arguably the second most emotionally intelligent character in the show? Definitely better at it than Darren and his relationship was so refreshing? It was neat to see it not be a “I like dudes, oh no,” storyline and instead “I’m ace and just need to better express that to my partner who I love and adore”. Also that “I love you scene” was peak ghetto and I loved it. Darren’s Baby Daddy really behind bars, huh?

Malakai

This man. Is so fine. So sweet. And so funny. I love the way he gets to know Amerie and then befriends her and then becomes her first. And even if he handled the peer pressure to talk about the details poorly, he wanted to do right by her. I also loved how they explored the kinship he had with OTHER BLA(c)K CHARACTERS. It was nice to see how much he healed by being in his community and being surrounded by love for his culture. Missy being a big part of that was beautiful.

Harper

I did get the "spoiler" that she went through "something traumatizing" right before the start of the show, then later got more clues from Tumblr. So i had more patience with her character at the start, being honest. But goddamn it was so hard to watch her shut Amerie out and lash out at her. It also sucked seeing her antagonized in the second half because if she could've reached out or accepted people reaching in, then I feel like shit could've been handled better. But after seeing the events of "that night" I could totally get how and why she would want Amerie out of her life. Fake as hell for not owning up to the Incest Map tho. I was constantly whisper-yelling at my phone "girl, get it together!'

Quinni

No notes. Love her. She's the best. Also the most emotionally intelligent character (not a surprise and fuck you Sasha). She helps so many characters process their emotions, make up, figure out wwhat they want, and still stands on her own as a great character with her own life going on. I'm NT, but from what I've seen on Tumblr, most ND people see her as good rep.

Spider

Fuck this guy. Racist, sexist, (not as homophobic as previously assumed), and awful. But I love it. I love when he gets told to shut up. I love it when he's being awful and the other characters are like "yeah, fuck this dude". But also, he was weirdly complex? like the scene where he would've gotten it on with Amerie makes a lot of sense in context of the rest of his behavior. He's overcompensating because someone he genuinely liked, and cared for to an extent, hurt him in a vulnerable place and treated him like a dissapointment. Doesn't give him the right to react with daily verbal abuse, but his character makes more sense that way. I'd like to see him grow from that, but I'm not sure how.

Star of the Show

They're here, they're queer, they're unapologetically BLACK, they. Are. DARREN.

Okay jokes aside, I love this bitch. They're not only a great friend, but they (mostly) know what they want in life. It's sad to see Darren be dismissed as “too much” in their home, and you can really see how its affected the way they view their ability to be loved and cherished. So seeing them find that in Ca$h and watch the relationshp between the two grow was beautiful. It hurt to see Darren hurt Ca$h, like they gay ass ain't know what the "A" in "LGBTQIA" stood for, but that growth and intracommunity hurt was important to see.

Others

Ant annoyed me but he seemed like he could do/be better if he wasn’t around the rest of the guys. Sasha pissed me off, but I hope losing Quinni was enough to actually get her to look at her self-righteous tendencies and work on herself, I wanna see her go far. Missy was a fucking icon and I love her. Ms. Jojo is the love of my life and fuck Spider/Ant/Dusty (nigga) for screwing her over like that. Mrs. Spigot is my literal soulmate.

I think that’s all for now? But yeah go watch it if you haven’t already. It is another show focusing on the sex lives of teens but it feels more authentic than anything we’ve been given before.

[countlessrealities]

@angelichooves - from HERE

✥✧∘* "Why? So youse can just avoid yer issues even more?" The sinner speaks bluntly, leaning against the wall as he stared down at the other with a rather flat look.

✥✧∘* "Listen, I know me and you...we don't always get along. But uh..." He trails off for a moment, eyes shifting to the side as he thinks about the next words out his mouth. "...It's not like I like seein' you upset." At least, compared to how he saw her before. Things changed. Who could blame him for feeling closer to these people--to her after all of that? She was a ride or die bitch at this point.

✥✧∘* "...So, tell me what's up. I'm a good listena'."

Vaggie shoots Angel a glare, lips curling down in a scowl. She's not truly mad at him. Deep down, she knows he has a point. However, she's furious at herself, too much not to unload the feeling on anyone who gives her an excuse to do it.

"Look at who's talking! Are you seriously judging me when you avoid all your problems trying to vanish them with drugs and booze?"

Alright, maybe that's a little too much of a low blow. She knows what having to put up a facade to cope with your trauma means. Just as the sinner, she puts on a mask every day, to be able to face the world. And also to be able to live with herself.

The former Exorcist pinches the bridge of his nose, sucking in a deep breath. She needs to get her shit together and it's obvious by now that she can't do it alone.

"...Sorry. That was uncalled for," she admits in a quiet voice, looking away. "It's just...things haven't been great with Charlie. After the whole...you know. I can't blame her for that, I messed up, but..."

Her voice trails off for a moment, as she struggles to put her thoughts into words.

"I want to fix it. I need to fix it. But I don't know how."

[jackburtonsays]

Hey youse guys…

First of all:

I haven’t really posted in a minute, just the reblogs of usual. So hay guys.

Dos: have you ever had a dream so graphic that you wake up like “goddamn bitch. Get it together.” Well that was me this fine Wednesday morning. I’ve been trying different ways to help me sleep and had tart cherry juice with a poppi soda and a magnesium pill.

Lemme tell you: that shit puts you on your ASS. I was knocked the fuck out like my name was Deebo.

But dreams after drinking that? Clearly are insane. I was trapped in some place for a long unknown period of time with another person. It was some kind of penthouse and I don’t remember the part that led us there, just the being there and the aftermath. We were there, became friends and eventually…

But that part? THAT was the graphic part. Like my brain should have been x rated 🤦🏽‍♀️. After that we ended up becoming a couple but it was so weird (not the bang bang but the dream itself 🤣)

And would you like to know who this dream man was? If you been following me long enough, it’s not that surprising…

Again, is anyone surprised by this? It’s a rabbit hole I ain’t leaving anytime soon 🤣. (Also, my mind’s version of him? He was full on freaky. I was surprised at my own fucking imagination lol. I’m 100 percent sure this man will never see this but I’m gonna apologize to MPG for my brain 🤣)

So that’s part of my morning. How’s goes it for y’all?

[oolathurman]

Divided

Backstory for Azimuth and Asamta Taro, the two children of Indigo Taro. Both Azimuth and Asamta are demi-female and use they/she pronouns.

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“You wish to live like this?” Azimuth scoffed, “With humans calling you filth, where they treat you lesser than, for reasons beyond your control?”

“We can rise above this, ner’vod,” Asamta insisted, “You know we have the strength to do so.”

“But I don’t want to do so!” The taller of the sisters threw her hands in the air. “I don’t enjoy standing at attention, never at ease, forced to perform like circus beasts for those lesser than us!”

Beside them, another slave coughed. “Overseer’s comin’. Youse two’d do best to keep it down, ‘n get back to work.” He spoke in Huttese, with a thick accent neither nautolan could place. The two thanked him, before diving back into the water.

Diving for seafood was, simply put, a terrible job. They both hated it, and yet they were forced to do so for the benefit of humans and red skinned aliens that stood on the back of their labor. “So how do you suggest we rise, Asam?” Azimuth demanded in a watery rendition of Huttese, “They wear us to bone, without energy to even stand, much less fight for what we deserve.”

“You seek an easy way out, Azi,” their sister retorted. She reached into the wire cage of crustaceans to pull one out, setting the clipped tail creature free. It swam off in a hurry, apparently eager to avoid siblings fighting. “A dangerous one, too. Explain to me, how you will remove your own slave collar, find a smuggler, pay the smuggler, and find something better.”

“I would rather attempt to find something better as a free person, than die hoping I can rise above crustacean farming as a slave.” Azimuth pushed them, earning them an indignant yelp. At this point, any edible creature that wasn’t trapped was sure to have been far away, hiding from bickering siblings. They would lose their wages, if this continued. “I see no hope here.” She grabbed two cages before swimming off.

“Then you are blinder than those eyeless creatures that make their home in the shitty ground!” Asamta screamed back. Their voice rippled, cracking coral as it travelled. How couldn’t they see? How was their own sibling, their flesh and blood, so blind?

Hours later, night had fallen. Asamta had finished their duties for the night, and brought with them their wages and her sister's. She pulled her weary feet to the bunks where they stayed, and saw her sister with a bag stuffed clumsily of her things. On Azimuth’s bunk was their slave collar, cracked open in two, wires and circuit boards exposed. It would seem that they managed to break it with some invisible force.

Asamta sighed. They walked up beside their sister, dumping both their wages into her bag. Then they fished around for their own stored wages, and added those as well. Azimuth looked over her shoulder at her sister. “You’re an idiot and a fool and I sincerely believe you’ll die before you even make it to the spaceport,” Asamta signed in Mandalorian. “But in the slim chance you get off this planet alive, you will need every credit more than I do.” 

Azimuth’s face scrunched, but it did little to stop tears. She pulled her sister into a hug, so tight neither could breathe. Eventually, eventually, she had to let go. “Come with me,” Azimuth signed back, “I don’t want to go without you.” 

Asamta chuckled, shaking their head. “You will need a home to come back to once you’re done running away, will you not? Or in case your head is clear enough to come back before you’re killed?” They couldn’t see past the tears, but they tried. If only to better remember their sister by. Azimuth laughed softly, and gently pushed their shoulder.

“Fine, you stubborn bitch. At least I know where to find you when I have to be the one to buy your freedom.”

“By then, I am confident I will already be free. Just watch.”

Azimuth snorted and shook their head. “Galaxy’s most stubborn nerf,” they said quietly, as they started making their way out of the tent. 

“Not as stubborn as you.”