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Fool Me Once (Sombra/Mei)

Title: Fool Me Once Fandom: Overwatch Ship: Sombra/Mei Rating: Teen Warnings: Some suggestive language. Summary: The short and simple truth of it is that Sombra has a crush on a woman who doesn't even know she exists. It's not polite to cyber-stalk your crush or track her down in person but Sombra is a villain; she doesn't do nice or polite. Maybe if she plays her cards right she can get out of this with her dignity intact. Maybe.

Written for Muffin, who wanted an extension of the sombra/mei from Sombra Kisses Every Girl. You can also read this story on AO3

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In her dreams she mounted the rescue mission, leading the team herself. The boats or helicopters (in her fantasy it was usually helicopters) arrived just in the nick of time, and she bundled the frozen Mei-Ling into her arms and took her to safety.

Sombra wasn't a hero. She just saw the Ecopoint station come back online. The distress signal was bouncing where nobody and no one could see it. So Sombra idly flicked it in the right direction. She pulled strings; it was what she was best at. It wasn't as though she thought anyone at Ecopoint was still alive. The distress beacon was going unanswered, was all. Irritated by the persistent pinging, Sombra boosted the signal to somewhere someone would do good, and soon it was all over the news.

When the news dropped that Mei-Ling Zhou was alive, she had no idea how to react.

Mei-Ling was a living legend, one of the few Overwatch cronies Sombra actually liked. Unlike the others and their thinly veiled bloodlust and desire for conquest, Mei-Ling was someone genuine. A real woman of science, devoting herself to the craft.

Sombra's coastal, childhood home had been swallowed by the rising seas. Mei-Ling offered to actually do something about it, and then followed through.

Years ago, even before she'd been a Talon cadet, Sombra read through all Mei-Ling's reports. The translated versions, of course. Fascinating stuff, even if it took Sombra a while to process it all. She had to keep stopping every few pages and look something up, to better understand the theories presented within.

Mei-Ling was an exceptionally skilled writer, able to weave a tale and break things down so that they were accessible to a novice like Sombra while not sacrificing any of the detail. Being a master of six languages, Mei-Ling did all her own translations when she could. Each as fluent and poetic as if it were her first.

"She's wasted on those Overwatch idiots," Sombra lamented loudly, leaning heavily on her desk, chin in her hands. "Uggghh, she's so cute, too. I bet she's straight."

So, of course, Sombra immediately began to cyber-stalk her.

As one does.

She got her chance a few months later, at a conference where Mei-Ling would be one of the keynote speakers. It was easy to forge a pass and get inside, and Mei-Ling was eager to speak to anyone willing to listen. She had an earnest crowd of listeners, all experts in their field. Sombra lingered just on the outskirts like a scavenger.

Dressed as normally as she ever was, Sombra still stuck out from the polos and geeky t-shirts that served as a uniform for the event. Skin tight navy from neck to toe, Sombra kept her blonde hair braided as neatly as she could get it and slung over one shoulder. Her ports were hard to hide, but a hat and some makeup did the trick... sort of.

As soon as the crowd dispersed, she swept in.

"Dr. Zhou?"

Up until she saw Mei-Ling in person, Sombra wasn't sure what she thought would happen. Ultimately she just wanted a chance to talk to the doctor. The truth was she often set her sights on a person in the hopes that she could peel them apart and look inside. Sombra knew on some level that she wasn't normal. While her targets were rarely average, they usually had a human element that she felt she lacked. Something inside her was missing, or had been rerouted to make room for some other, more important pathway. Always curious about that human element, she was drawn to it because she lacked it, and it's the rule of nature that every being craves homeostasis.

She wanted to study her.

But when Mei-Ling's dark eyes turned up to meet hers, Sombra felt as though she'd been ran over by a truck.

Hi, I have a crush on you and I know all your social media habits. Sign my face. You're adorable, you deserve kindness, you're my true unproblematic fave, you're a fascinating little time capsule of a person and I want to give you orgasms.

Fuck.

Of course Sombra didn't say any of that.

"Hi," Sombra said instead. "I'm a big fan."

With that out of the way, she forced herself into the conversation, monopolizing the doctor's time. Sombra treated this excursion like something halfway between a mission and a vacation. There was certainly no danger to be found in a convention full of desk nerds. Even the ones not confined to their labs were merely explorers like Mei-Ling. Those types were accustomed to months alone in the wilderness, not taking heavy fire behind enemy lines.

So no one knew where Sombra was. Nobody needed to know, it was her business. It wasn't against the rules to talk to someone, after all. There was no solid proof that Mei-Ling had rejoined Overwatch. Sombra did a little digging and knew Mei-Ling was trying to retrieve data from old Ecopoints, but so far didn't have any contact with active operatives.

As far as Sombra knew, Mei-Ling was working on another book, and a few research papers. The papers were interesting. The book promised to be an autobiographical account of Mei-Ling's journey and survival from Ecopoint Antarctica.

How did you make it out alive? Who rescued you? What happened?

Reporters had been hounding Mei-Ling with these same questions for months. So being a reporter was her cover while she attended the conference.

"Sorry, what did you say your name was?" Mei-Ling asked her, as Sombra pulled out a tablet.

Licking her index finger, she tapped out a few codes and brought up a website. "Soldaderas. It's a small woman-owned print focusing on feminist news and notable figures in the world."

Staying polite, Mei-Ling's lips twitched a little. "I see. Well that's...very inspiring."

"It's all in Spanish," Sombra continued. She passed her tablet to Mei-Ling without fear, knowing that she wouldn't be able to access anything dangerous from it. As for the website and the publication, she'd created an AI to develop it for her overnight. Fake archive and everything. "Sorry."

"No, don't apologize! I just wish I could read it. I'm sure it's amazing!" When Mei-Ling passed the tablet back, those dark eyes flickered over her again. "But that's your paper's name, not yours. Did they not give you a name tag when you checked in?"

"Must've left it in my hotel room." Sombra lied smoothly. In truth she'd only bothered to make a fake press badge. She hadn't given much thought to what name she'd use, but another quick glance through her website brought out a few options. "Sylvia Ferrero."

They shook hands. Mei-Ling shocked her with a tight grip, almost crushing. "Mei-Ling Zhou."

She couldn't help it. Her lips curled in a smile as she leaned in. "I know."

The lenses behind Sombra's eyes were constantly capturing video feed, passively hacking into anything nearby that might be useful. Mei-Ling had one of those health-conscious wrist watches that monitored your heart rate. It spiked. Nerves? Excitement? Sombra couldn't tell. But she retreated with another easy smile, one fist on her hip.

"Like I said, I'm a big fan. Any chance I can get you alone later?"

With a practised amount of firmness that bordered the edge of rude, Mei-Ling said, "I'm not taking any interviews at this time, Ms. Ferrero."

"I don't want an interview," Sombra shot back.

A very long pause. "I have dinner plans tonight." Mei-Ling broke eye contact. "It's been a very long time since I've been able to see some of my associates."

"No te preocupes." Sombra produced a business card, running her nail over it once. It was perfectly blank, but a quick scan over with her tablet affixed all her fake information onto it. Including a temporary email and the number to her burner cell. "But let me know if you change your mind. I can take you outside the usual tourist traps."

Mei-Ling didn't seem upset or pleased, but she took the card. Maybe she was just being polite, but Sombra was fine with that. She'd been able to look into Mei-Ling's eyes, talk to her, and shoot her shot. So now she was going to enjoy the rest of the weekend.

With her primary goal met, Sombra lurked through some of the major talks, taking a recording so she could sift through the information later. Some of this stuff was genuinely interesting, after all. And she could spend the rest of the night in her hotel room, getting some work done on the side.

Win-Win.

Hopefully the rest of the weekend would go just as smoothly.

The next morning Sombra bailed the talks and lectures to explore Mexico City instead. For all her talk of not succumbing to the tourist traps, it'd been a long time since she visited her second home. In between the GPS feeding input directly into her brain and old memories, she was able to navigate her way well enough. She was ordering lunch when the first text came in.

MLZ: Are you attending any panels today?

Mei-Ling. She stared at the message for a while, unsure how to respond. Had her absence been that flagrant? Or had Mei-Ling been looking for her?

SF: No. I get too cramped staying indoors that long.

She'd been caged once before. The stint behind bars changed her in more ways than one. Never again.

MLZ: That's a shame. I was hoping to introduce you to one of my colleagues. Her latest findings would make a great article, maybe. But I don't really know what kind of stories you're looking for. I don't want to assume.

How sweet. The thought of Mei-Ling looking for her, trying to help her, made Sombra smile.

SF: Don't be so quick to shut yourself down.

As much as she wanted to be casual, the instinct to spell-check was high when texting someone new.

SF: You're a great writer, too. You've got good instincts, Dr. Zhou.

The response was instant.

MLZ: My friends call me Mei.

Something inside her trembled, a flicker of excitement.

SF: And is that what you would like me to call you, Dr. Zhou? :)

Shyness didn't suit her. But the teasing could have pushed Mei-Ling away. When the doctor didn't respond for a while, Sombra shrugged and went back to her day until she got a text that made her laugh out loud in shock.

MLZ: why would i tell you that if i didn't want you to (・_・)

So they set up a meeting later that same day. Sombra didn't have an appetite— she rarely had an appetite— so they went out for drinks, which turned out to be a mistake because Mei was Buddhist and didn't drink.

"Well now I feel like an asshole," Sombra said.

Mei grinned at her, stirring a straw around her virgin daiquiri. "It's really not a big deal," she said. "It's not like you aren't allowed to drink in front of me."

Taking a huge sip that drained half the glass, Mei sighed in relief. The heat was getting to her. She used a napkin to blot at her forehead. Sombra's eyes recorded every detail, noticing the white paper came away with a faint imprint of makeup. Mei was wearing a loose cotton dress. It was pretty, looked soft. Sombra thought about how nice it would feel to touch it, and the skin underneath, but then her attention was drawn back up to Mei's lips as she kept talking.

"I should have known," Sombra said. "Bad journalism practice to not know basic stuff like that."

"Okay, so we're going to stay on this subject? Fine. You should have known and I feel sooooo upset about it. I thought you were my biggest fan," Mei tutted. "What a shame."

"A big fan." Sombra corrected her, gently. She didn't want Mei to think she didn't enjoy the teasing. Far from it. "Not your biggest. I'm sure. So what'd I miss today? Anything exciting?"

Her eyes lit up at once. "Oh, tons! Saturday is when all the biggest names were talking, I was so shocked not to see you there!"

"I'm not really here for work," Sombra admitted. "I just used it as an excuse to get in for free. When I saw you, I thought I'd be dumb not to at least say hi."

"Naughty." Mei didn't seem too phased by that. "So you're just here for fun?"

"Personal reasons, I guess. I was born in Quintana Roo."

The truth slipped out of her mouth so easily that for a solid ten seconds, Sombra's heart stopped beating. It had been so easy to say that. Mei didn't even know Sombra had spent most of her life trying to erase any records of her childhood. As far as the world was concerned, Sombra wasn't born anywhere. She was created. Everything before that was miles of useless code.

"I'm so sorry," Mei said.

Of course she did. And of course she'd know most of the Yucatan Peninsula flooded some twenty-odd years before, a storm unlike anything ever recorded. Some twisting, keening mess, a maelstrom like the eye on Jupiter. It had taken a huge chunk of money and population with it. Every effort to fix it was like slapping a bandaid on a bulletwound.

It was already on record as one of the highest losses of human life in living history. Then, during the relief efforts, an omnium rose up from the depths. A monster of steel and death and hatred. A declaration of war on all humanity.

And the ocean rose up with it, flooding Sombra's entire world.

It wasn't even a sore spot anymore, now that Sombra could see the bigger picture. Who could have predicted something like that, after all? Even if the seas had been rising slowly, and the storms got worse and worse every year. Who could be bothered with tracking emission levels when the world was at fucking war, you know? The bots were killing people in droves. Anyone who made it out alive was lucky if they escaped with all their limbs. If the waters didn't drown them first.

"Nothin' to be sorry for," Sombra said, and didn't touch another drink for the rest of the night. But she was pretty sure it wasn't the booze that was loosening her tongue.

"Sorry, should we talk about something that's not work?" Mei offered at one point. "I just realized I've been babbling this whole time."

"I like hearing you talk. I could listen to you talk all night, that's why I wanted to get you all to myself," Sombra said, and watched with satisfaction as Mei slowly turned red, from the top of her shoulders to the tips of her ears.

After chewing on her tongue for a while, Mei finally said, "Ms. Ferrero. Is... is this a date?"

"Yes," Sombra said. "But don't worry. You're doing great ."

Mei set her palms on the table, thumb rubbing against the faded cloth. "Sylvia, I'm so flattered. Really. You're... an extremely beautiful woman."

Privately, Sombra preened under the praise, but kept quiet as Mei fumbled through the rest of her rejection.

"But my job has me mobile eleven months out of the year. I'm not... if you're trying... I can't really do a relationship right now."

Taking a wary glance at her cocktail, Sombra pushed it aside in favor of a glass of water. "I don't want a relationship." She let some sexual insinuation simmer between them for a moment, relishing the way Mei started to squirm. "I just wanted a chance to talk to you."

She reached across the table, resting one hand over Mei's. It felt very good, to touch another human like that. Lately Sombra had felt more machine than human. Every touch was a precursor to violence and death.

How could she tell Mei how rare this was? That for once, she didn't have a plan? Or a long-game she was trying to play? The truth was this woman was special. If Sombra ever wanted a chance to talk to her again, she could never, ever know the truth. This was only a deception. A harmless one, but everything about this was still fake.

What a pity.

"Anything else you decide to give me is just icing on top," Sombra finished. "So are we going to take this conversation somewhere private, or should I say goodnight?"

"I—" Mei started, then stopped. "Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I need a moment."

"Take all the time you need." Sombra dragged her chair closer, though, resting an arm around Mei's shoulder as she took a sip of her virgin drink.

"All right," Mei said, sounding fed up. "Now what are you doing?"

"I'm touching you." She demonstrated, hand on Mei's shoulder. The strap of Mei's dress rested under her palm. It'd be so easy to rip it in half but she didn't. More important than the flimsy dress was the satisfaction of being right; Mei's skin was soft. Goosebumps rose over bare skin as she stroked it. "Do you like it?"

"Yes," Mei admitted in a half-breath, quiet on the inhale. "I'm— this is— I've never— I don't usually—" And she was saved by her phone chirping loudly. Jumping up to her feet, Mei fumbled for her purse. "I have to take this call, excuse me!" and bolted.

You're acting like a bitch in heat, Sombra chided herself, but at the same time, she only had two modes. Uninterested, or all-in. She was chancing a rejection, but she only had a few days here if she wanted to avoid suspicion. It was all-in or it was nothing.

Interestingly enough, Mei had left her cellphone out on the table when she ran off to answer the call. So maybe she had a second cell phone, one purely for work or emergencies. Sombra hoped nothing bad was happening; their date was going so well. When Mei returned she did look pale and unsettled, but didn't leave or imply anything was wrong, so Sombra chalked it up to internal politics.

More importantly, Mei said, "Okay."

Sombra made her sweat about it a little more, choosing not to respond until Mei gave her something proper to work with.

"If you want." Mei was sweating harder now. "We could talk more in my hotel room?"

"I'd love that," Sombra said. "And I'm not being sarcastic, either. If you want to just keep talking, that's fine. But I'll be frank, I'm at minimum expecting five minutes of quality cuddling time."

Taken aback, Mei laughed. "I'll take it under consideration."

They kept holding hands the entire walk back to the hotel. Sombra could have floated there, elated, even if Mei kept dropping her every few blocks to wipe her palm on her dress. She explained her sweaty palms as nerves; Sombra reassured her, gently, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek.

The dead heat of summer wasn't doing either of them any favors. Even at night it pressed in, tight like Sombra pushing Mei against her hotel room door and kissing her as hard as she could.

She tasted sweet, just a little sticky from her drink. It matched how pink her lips were. A small, sweet mouth that opened to her. Sombra felt like a real villain for a second, doing this when Mei didn't even really know her name or who she was. If Mei knew the truth any warmth would vanish between them. And Sombra pushed ahead anyway because she was hungry, at last, for touch and a human connection, and to be around someone good for once, someone unambiguously kind and nice.

Then Mei's phone started chirping again. Pushing her back, Mei frantically glanced around before sequestering herself in her hotel bathroom with a panicked, "Be right back, S— uh, Sylvia!"

Sombra chuckled, wiping her mouth off with her fingers and then licking what remained off of them. Sitting down on the edge of Mei's bed, she looked around curiously. The desire to spy and snoop was at an all time high, but she doubted there was anything in here she could use for her real job.

Still, she was restless by the time Mei emerged from the bathroom. As much as she tried to rein it in she knew her sexual frustration must be obvious. She felt like she must be smoking from the effort, a smoldering coal resting there on the bed, tracking Mei's every move and recording it all.

But something about the way Mei was fidgeting cleared the smoke out of Sombra's eyes. Mei was still sweating, but pale now. Even in the air-conditioned room she fidgeted and fretted, trembling faintly.

"Are you okay?" When Sombra got up and walked over to her, she put the back of her hand against Mei's forehead. No fever. "You seem a little shaken up. Should I leave?"

"No!" Mei said quickly, hugging her tight. "I want you to stay. Please."

Touched, Sombra returned the embrace. A little too late, she thought about the timeline of events. If Mei had even been on a date since she'd been thawed out.

What must it be like, Sombra wondered, to be thrown forward into another decade? It wasn't as though Mei was fragile, but Sombra's guilt needled a little deeper at the realization that it might have been a very long time since anyone touched Mei, too.

"You look like something went wrong at work," Sombra guessed. "I'll be a distraction, if you need one."

"Yeah," Mei said, but she stiffened up and didn't relax when Sombra kissed her again.

Unsettled and a little put off, Sombra drew back again. She didn't say anything but she didn't really need to. No doubt Mei knew the kind of energy she was putting off, the bad-touch tension of a woman who was afraid and uncomfortable.

There wasn't a bigger turn off in the world, but more frustrating was how Mei refused to acknowledge it.

When that fucking cell phone went off again, Sombra knew nobody was getting laid tonight.

"Listen. I had a really good time tonight," she said, kissing Mei briefly on her forehead. "But I think I ought to go now."

"Go?" Mei's voice cracked. "No, wait, you can't! Um. I mean I'd like it if you didn't!"

Eyes narrowing, Sombra moved past her towards the door. "Well I'd like to leave. Good night, Dr. Zhou. I'll text you later."

But Sombra didn't get to leave.

A sudden drop of temperature in the room and a loud crackle, like an ice shelf breaking, was all the warning she got.

Something knocked against her hard, like being socked with an iron fist. It seeped into her skin, wrapping around her, and the next thing Sombra knew she was trapped hip deep in a block of ice.

"You're not going anywhere until backup arrives, Sombra," Mei said, circling around her.

In her hand was a gun, unlike any Sombra had ever seen.

Mei was still shaking, sweating hard. Every inch of her. Chest rising sharp and hard from her breathing. She wasn't accustomed to confrontation but the gun looked natural in her hands, like she'd used it before. Maybe not for this, though. Probably not for this. And that loud chirping rang out again, but Mei didn't retrieve a cell phone from her purse.

It was a bronze and white communicator. The kind for active Overwatch operatives. It chirped until Mei silenced it.

"Oh, what the fuck," Sombra said. Her hands were caught in the trap as well. She struggled, squirming, until she felt the cold muzzle of the gun press against her chest. "Gonna shoot an unarmed woman?"

"It won't kill you," Mei said, and despite the situation actually sounded pretty proud about that. "It's a nonlethal restraining device, for—" then she shook her head. "I mean, I'm not telling you anything. Overwatch is here to protect the world from people like you. So whatever Talon was planning to do with me, you can forget it!"

"Planning to— I didn't even know you were still an Overwatch agent! I thought you were a goody two-shoes." Something else hit her, metaphorically. "Oh fuck," she said, "This means you knew more about me than I knew about you. That's messed up, Mei. You even made me pay for our drinks!"

"Stop talking." Mei closed her eyes. "It's only been one evening and I'm already exhausted by how much you lie."

Maybe it was silly, but hearing that was almost worse than being shot. Sombra stopped squirming, struck with the words, and the knowledge that there was nothing she could do to argue against them.

"I already told you I wasn't here for work," was all she managed to say, quiet and feeble. "The last thing I wanted was to hurt you. This wasn't a, like, this wasn't Talon. It was just me. I wasn't hired to stalk you or whatever."

"Why should I believe a word you say?"

There wasn't really a good reason. Every inch of this was fucked, though Sombra doubted Mei knew the truth from the beginning. She was the type to wear her heart on her sleeve. More likely one of her buddies notified her via the communicator. Sombra was getting sloppy; she didn't think anyone would be monitoring Mei-Ling.

Her mistake. And now she was paying for it.

"I guess you'll just have to take my word for it," Sombra said.

She looked up into Mei's eyes. And then she evaporated into a mass of pixels and glitching artifacts. Rematerializing in her own hotel room, Sombra gasped and writhed on the floor. Traveling like that always did a number on her, but she'd never been more glad that her paranoia insisted she keep an active transmitter in her room whenever she left it.

Time wasn't on her side, though. She couldn't afford to moan and complain. Quickly packing her things, Sombra tossed another translocator outside the window and landed on street level.

She spared a glance up at the hotel, scanning each open window for sign of a face, or a waving gun, or hear an angry shout. But all she heard was the sound of an aircraft in the distance. This far from an airport she knew it had to be a covert Overwatch vehicle, and knew she had to vanish.

So she did, cloaking herself and running away as fast as she could.

Six months later Mei-Ling had a problem.

She got into a self-driving car, letting it take her away from her labs, privately funded by Overwatch. The Petras Act meant none of her connections to the paramilitary group could go public, but that wasn't going to stop her when she was so close to another breakthrough.

"All I need is what's in this corrupted data," she said, holding her laptop open and typing onto it. She gathered what she could from the Ecopoints, but so much had been lost to time and wear. The degrading force of harsh environments.

Sitting back, she sighed.

"So that's why I need you."

Next to her, on the empty seat, a body materialized.

Sombra looked wildly different than that first time they had met. Her hair was black with purple streaks, and nothing hid the ports on her skull and neck anymore. Dark markup made her ghoulish and sinister, a grinning skull in the shadows.

"I gotta say, I wasn't expecting a call after how our last date went," she purred. "What made you think that burner cell would still be active?"

"Lucky guess. You were the only one I could think of that might help," Mei said. Not wanting to seem cowed, she forced herself to meet purple eyes. Inhuman eyes, unfeeling. This was all a game to Sombra, surely, and everyone around her just wasn't allowed to read the rules. "So, can you?"

"Claro que sí. But what makes you think you can trust me?"

"I don't. But I know you aren't any more loyal to Talon than you are to Overwatch." Disgusted, Mei spat out, "You're only in it for yourself."

"That's the only way to be." Stretching out like a well-fed cat, Sombra made herself comfortable in the backseat.

Again, Mei wondered how she'd ever thought Sombra was a reporter. When her contacts in Overwatch had warned her of the danger, it made a perfect sort of sense. Sombra radiated power in a way that Mei couldn't place. The moment their eyes had first locked she'd been breathless, jittery as if an electric current had attached to her spine. Every move Sombra made drew her attention, every touch had her heart leaping out of her chest. At first she'd thought it to be attraction, until the call came in. Now she knew it was fear.

It had to be fear.

There wasn't room for any other interpretation.

Once upon a time, Mei had watched all her friends die. She'd been helpless. She wasn't going to let something like that happen again, she wasn't going to let it have all been in vain. Not as long as she drew breath. No matter who or what threatened the peace, she would stop them, and she would never, ever let her guard down.

"My prices are steep," Sombra warned.

"We can pay you whatever you want," Mei said quickly. "Name it."

No matter how strange it made her feel when Sombra stared at her with those large, purple eyes, she wasn't going to back down.

Until Sombra tilted her head to the side, disarming her with a rare, genuine smile.

Not a smirk, not something that made Mei feel like she was about to be swallowed whole.

"How about a second date?"

It was warm, and unguarded, and though she knew it must be a lie...

...It felt like the truth.

#sommei #overwatch #fanfiction #Sombra

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mountlitera88 · 2 years

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recycledcactus · 2 years

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In honour of the new year....

Here’s a collection of my favourite quotes/interactions in 2021 from my friends & family

(feel free to use as incorrect quotes with credit) (also shortened my friends’ names for security)

Teacher: are you the new headmaster SM? SM, quietly: oh I’m the new headmaster, alright (December 17th, 2021)

“You’re simping over war atrocities? I’m sorry.” - MLZ, December 8th, 2021

“My wives are organic” - Me, November 11th, 2021

“We’re having dick mathematics here.” - me, unknown date, November 2021

“I’ll be your therapist but I’ll shit on you.” - SM, November 4th, 2021

“I expected more horror scenes but it was more whore scenes.” - ATN, about Rocky Horror, October 31st, 2021

“I didn’t say ‘score’ to getting fucked in the ass by an ikea employee.” - AJ, October 16th, 2021

Me: have you made any friends in school? Brother: no, I’m a loser. Me: nice to see nothing’s changed (October 8th, 2021)

“Hi, sorry, I was having sex with a tree.” OW, to JA on the phone, October 6th, 2021

Aunt: does he [my brother] have a girlfriend? Me: mmmnnno not that we know of. Aunt: do you think he’s gay? (September 23rd, 2021)

“I’m fucked up and evil. Wanna hear about it?” - me, September 14th, 2021

“Oscar the grouch is exempt from society’s conformity.” - me, august 27th, 2021

Brother: *makes whorish moans while eating cake* Mom: okay I’m leaving (August 22nd, 2021)

Me: I love the word vehement SD: oh what language is that? (July 9th, 2021)

“I’m not ready to be a father, let’s be gay.” - SD, July 9th, 2021

“Crowd surf this, bitch” - Dad, April 18, 2021

“How much does money cost in this economy?” - Me, April 16th, 2021

“I gave you all six of my bones” - Me, January 19, 2021

#incorrect quotes #quotes #friends #family #authentic #tw swearing #2021

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immxdnight · 5 years

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MLZ

People say we met and loved each other at the wrong time, but I believe that meeting you on July 15, 2018, was right because if that didn't happen, I probably would not be writing this right now.

Thank you for loving me and accepting me. Thank you for being there for me the 3 months that we were together and thank you for being there for me until now. You definitely had me at my worst but do know that I loved and still love you with everything that I have. Thank you for making life easy and for changing my perspective on things. Thank you for making my wildest dream come true. Thank you for being my plot twist.

In 10 minutes, there will be two days left until my birthday, and I am very anxious and excited because you’ll be meeting my best friends and close friends. I’ll be introducing you to them as my ex which is pretty crazy because they've never met the people I’ve been involved with but I’m glad that it is going to be you. This birthday party is either going to be really bad or really good. I hope its the latter!

#thoughts

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lucymaewrites-blog · 7 years

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Joel Watson On The Road Trip From Cheffing To Music

For Melbourne audio producer and musician, Joel Watson, music was always the answer, it just took a lot of questioning himself and his heroes to get there, Lucy Johnson writes.

Source: Maddie Bell Photography [facebook]

THE dim, shingled walls of Fitzroy’s Worker’s Club are a far cry from the sanitised kitchens where Joel Watson crafted his culinary skills for the last decade. These venues are his stage now, and rattling the walls with his Valerie Avenue bandmates, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“When I was a kid I wanted life to be a musical,” Watson concedes, “As I grew up and went through puberty, I started wanting to communicate different messages and I knew I wanted to be in a band.”

It has been a decade since Watson left high school to pursue a career in cheffing, a completely different path to the musical he once had in mind. In that time the cyclical drainage of gruelling hours and high pressure took its toll on the Rosebud expat, however the rockstar dream is finally coming to fruition.

“My Dad was a muso and he really encouraged me to play guitar, but I picked up the bass,” the instrument he has chosen to stick to with Valerie Avenue.

“He and Mum were both really supportive of me, so that when inspiration hit me I had everything I needed.”

It wasn’t always easy for Watson to enjoy his musical endeavours though, and in his early professional years his bass took the back seat.

“I’d have half an hour spare when I was a chef and I would just write down poetry about what I was going through and get in my creative zone,” he says.

“But for a long time there music almost had no part in my life.”

Watson worked for a time at the Mornington Peninsula’s crown jewel Portsea Hotel before travelling to other esteemed eateries, and while the experience was rewarding, the intense pressure of the kitchens slowly took its toll.

“I am a pretty emotional person, and chefs really shouldn’t be”

“I was abusing drugs. I was down, depressed and I couldn’t work. But I never had nothing because I had friends who would take care of me,” he admits.

“I am the kind of person who can bottle up stress for like, a year and a half. So every eighteen months or so I’d have a breakdown, I’d quit my job and I’d take a road trip up the coast to get away.”

It was on one of his escapes Watson decided to delve deep into exploring his passion for hip hop, with hopes of gaining enough information to pursue his affinity for hip hop audio production.

On his informative road trip, a friend introduced him to Canberra MC, MLZ whom Watson dubbed “the patron saint of Australian hip hop”.

“He was a real dark knight.”

From there he was introduced to a number of formative artists including MCs Scarecrow, Toddler and Aussie hip hop collaboration Coda Conduct, all of whom he interviewed at length to deepen his understanding of the craft.

“I kept asking everybody, ‘why are you doing this?’ and ‘what got you into hip hop?’ and what I was really doing was asking everyone else so I could find my own answers,” he says.

It was MC Sereck, Paul Westgate who finally answered these questions and encouraged Watson to turn the passion into a career.

“I was like, ‘yes sir!’ [salutes]. I left like I’d been handed a torch from the blessed chosen one.”

Upon his return from the affirming road trip, Watson enrolled in audio engineering and returning to his bass.

“[In cheffing] I was surrounded by people I didn’t understand. Going from working in those environments to working with other creatives has been a big journey,” he says.

“I’m a very collaborative person and I need my little collective of a family to get things started.”

Things certainly started on a high after meeting his current creative commune through his studies at the Australian College of the Arts. Having commenced his studies in February, Watson attributes his creative hunger to the passions of his cohort.

”We are crazy, flamboyant equals bouncing around off each other chaotically. It just works,” he said.

“We are giving to each other without losing anything.”

Aside from his academic pursuits, Watson formed Valerie Avenue with classmates after hearing frontman Brad Dixon’s “powerfully expressive lyrics” at a university event.

“Our approach as a band is just taking the creative force that is Brad and putting some support behind him,” Watson says.

“Every gig has been about that and our peers really vibe off it.”

Oly Ithier, Valerie Avenue’s wild haired drummer expressed enthusiasm for working with Watson, both in their current band and on their upcoming hip hop collaboration, The Poet’s Tree.

“Recently, Joel came up with the idea that we’re starting a hip hop/ rap group. I’m drumming for that. Daniel Segrave is in it too, playing bass. I’m on the drums and Joel will be spitting some raps and playing some guitar,” Ithier confirmed.

“Joel really knows how to bring the vibes and energy for whatever genre of music we jam on, it’s like his mind is focusing on accuracy while his body and soul are connecting to something greater.”

This intangible connection to the music resonates in what Watson says is the reason he returned to his dream of “becoming a fucking rockstar”.

“In the end I had to ask myself, ‘why am I burning and cutting myself every day when I could be trying to make life into that musical I’d always wanted?’”

Valerie Avenue is playing The Workers Club on Monday, August 28, supported by Strangers In Town, Colour Fires and Le Pine.

#valerie avenue #audio production #aussie hip hop #australian hip hop #the workers club #the poets tree #joel watson #australian college of the arts #collarts #hip hop #mc sereck #bass #melbourne #melbourne music

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emziel-mz · 4 years

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I'M IN!

I REPEAT: I'M IN!

#mlz says #I GOT HIRED AT THE INTERNSHIP #GOODBYE MORNINGS HELLO OFFICIALLY WORKING AS A CONCEPT ARTIST

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osheenkharbanda · 4 years

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How to Open a Successful CBSE School Franchise in Today’s Day and Age

Nowadays, CBSE schools are omnipresent due to the increasing demand for quality education. Keeping that in mind, it has become a necessity for schools to associate themselves with a renowned board such as CBSE, it is a ladder to become one of the top schools in the country. It goes without saying that this board is famous amongst many, and they want to affiliate with the board and come up with successful and proven models of education.

In order to come up with CBSE School franchise in India means providing quality education, backed up with CBSE board. The catch here is that setting up a school requires the construction of physical infrastructure, building labs, classrooms, amongst other things. Another thing you need to keep in mind is- obtain licenses and approvals from the concerned authorities and get acceptance from the relevant departments.

Now, this whole process can get a lot easier for you, if you put your trust in a reliable school such as Mount Litera Zee School (MLZS) franchise. It is a part of the wide-reaching Zee Network brand which is led by the visionary Dr Subhash Chandra. It is the fastest-growing school network in the country today, and they have over 90 schools all over India. Something unique about this school is that they have developed their very own best-in-class child-centric learning methodology called Litera Octave, which helps in attaining tangible results.

One of many reasons MLZS does well is due to the support of Kidzee preschools as well, and it helps students prepare for the future in terms of education and holistic development. They also have their own best-in-class child-centric learning methodology, which is known as Litera Octave that helps attain tangible results.

Now to grab the school franchise opportunities, you need to be fully aware of the requirements-

For you to be an MLZS partner, you should have a minimum of 2–5 acres of land at a suitable and accessible location.

The amount of investment you would require for construction- min 90,000 sq. Ft. over 3 phases.

The initial investment amount is dependent on the model of the school, and it can vary on the basis of the location and other factors.

The next step, all the parents must undergo an extensive training program when it comes to all the several business strategies for owning and operating a successful school. Furthermore, both the partners and their staff members will receive a training package which will consist of MLZS curriculum and the delivery method.

Partners will have to invest in both capital and working capital to initiate this project.

In conclusion, if you follow the aforementioned steps, then it is 100% guaranteed that you will be able to open a successful CBSE franchise even in the current scenario.

#CBSE School franchise #school franchise opportunities #mount litera zee school franchise

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celotehnyafia · 6 years

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Work Work Work

Ini adalah catatan pertamaku tentang pengalaman kerja, yeps my first experience being employee (happy me? Of course I am)... Jadi begini ceritanya... (Wait sebentar, patut diketahui meskipun cerita ini based on true story, tapi bisa diibaratkan only 98% true & sisanya adalah fiksi yg dilebay-lebaykan..piss) Mei 2017, singkat cerita Aq lulus kuliah masterku (ini bukan pamer ya, pliss baca smpe akhir cerita hoho) dan mendapatkan tawaran kerja dari salah satu temanku pas kuliah dan tanpa berfikir a,b,c sampe z aku YES ajah (mumpung ada kesempatan, pokoke jupuk ae entah nnti endingnya seperti apa? Haha).. Kebetulan teman yang kumaksud itu kerja di konsultan jalan tepatnya pengawasan Jalan Tol, hmm sebenarnya lebih baik disebutnya bukan teman tapi bapaknya cah MTS, bagaimana tidak dia selalu ngemong & menjadi pemersatu kami sekelas, besides umurnya yg udh kepala 5 itu jg on fire bingut kuliahnya.... Intinya ane finally apply dong posisi kosong saat itu. Awalnya sih Aq apply sbgai surveyor, but I don't have any experience in it so I'm zonk alias kagak DITERIMA Haha bitter kan? (jadi begini, bbrapa perusahaan memang tidak mau ambil resiko menggunakan tenaga kerja di bidangnya apalagi fresh graduate yang nol pengalaman meskipun itu dari s2 bukan jaminan dan jgn GR, sekolah itu kadang candu dan itu mencanduiku, silly reason why I take it & it’s fun sih) Ok, awalnya aku pikir itu serasa tidak adil deh kapan coba mau dpt pengalaman klo seperti ini? (padahal dalam hati juga seneng secara fisik aku gak terlalu kuat jg klo harus begadang di lapangan pula bla bla) Aku yakin ada hikmah dibalik ini semua. So, klo ini tidak berhasil berarti Aq back to my hometown dong? Dan di kepala ini sudah mulai berfikiran macam-macam yang tidak jelas.. klo pulang pasti tidak produktif, masih harus apply sana sini, lama, pasti kerjaanku nonton tv doang dan bakalan jadi babysiternya adkq yg bontot mandiin, anterin sekolah dll, jadi kaum penggosip bareng ibu2 dkampung, ah pokoknya otakku ini berisi kesuudzonan saja...hiksss I hate this kind of feeling actually... Dan ditengah” hopeless feeling itu, ada secercah nyala lilin yang menerangi ruang gelap...hahah, yes masih ada loker untuk posisi sekretaris, means ok I take it (daripda tidak produktif sih aku mikirnya, dan mendekati ramadhan itu aku lebih tenang di sini).. At fisrt I think I'd be easy, faktanya banyak jalan berliku menuju roma, hiks bgt belibet ownernya, sempet jg tanya ke aq kenapa mau sih ambil posisi ini? Gak rugi kamu mba? (Hellow, ya kelez blg itu, tadinya apply untuk enjiner aja di DO kek gini baru blg sperti ini, ah bodo amat lah yg penting kerja & produktif wes cukup bagiku)... Interview dilakukan 2x utk sekedar mengisi posisi itu, yg pertama karena administrasiku kurang lgkap yang kedua kali awwwhhh ditanya hal2 teknis & diberi wejangan sma ownernya klo nnti kerja underpressure, n gud luck to join as she said...Horrey aq terhura bombayy (bener2 deh sperti yang diquote" byak org usaha tak akan mengkhianati hasil). Walhasil kerjaq pertama kali bertepatan dengan bulan ramadhan dan I'm super exited. Dan u know what, aku pikir being sekretaris itu mudah cuma ketik" beres, in fact diawal" kerja ya memang cuma copas template laporan tahun lalu tggl datanya diganti aja dgn data baru, ternyata slaah besarr brayyy...Bulan" awal kerja rasanya sungguh nyikso batin (wes pokoke kyk lagu" galau gitu), awal konsultasi laporan sih aman sejahtera sentosa, but ketika laporan sudah dijilid full, ternyata ada yang miss disitu dan parahnya pas covernya (FYI, penulisan nama instansi yg slah itu fatal krn bisa menggagalkan tender, OMG).. Slah nulis nama instansi, habis kena semprot sama owner dan harus ngulang 18 jilid laporan, hancur berkeping" pokonya hatiQ ini hahaha. Ok, trus saat aq dihancurkan sprti itu lantas tidak instrospeksi? No, aku dengerin kok smua omelan yg dialamatkan kepadaku dan don't worry I will revice all my fault. Adil kan? (Penghiburan diri sendiri dengan alibi menjadi lebih baik dari hari kemarin, padahal nyesek bgt). Kesalahan fatal yang memang aku lakukan pada saat itu adalah karena CEROBOH (yang penting kerjaan on time, tapi zonk sma aja bokis, nangis nangis akhirnye karena seleborku yg dupeer itu, hiksss). Penyakitku satu itu memang belum ada obatnya sampe sekarang, that's why aku memang harus berhati" melakukan segala sesuatu, but I'm always failed, syediihhh pokok (luckily aku bukan tipikal pemutung dan show must go on until the end, mbuh pie ceritanya jalani sing SSSabaRRRR). Waktu berputar seperti roda finisher menggilas aspal pada saat levelling...Ok, semua berjalan lmayan lancar dikemudian meskipun harus terseok-seok dengan ritme kerja yang begitu amburadul menurutku, why tidak? Secara disaat belum ada data masuk dari kontraktor rasanya dikantor bener" gabut untung kadang ada rapat & notuleni hasil rapat itu (sambil ngantuk" pie yg ptg nyatet buat laporan haha)...Yang paling nyebelin itu ketika owner sukanya deadline seenaknya aja (subjektif ini menurut pengalamanku pribadi, semoga diluar sana masih banya yang well organised). Why I am saying this? U know what ketika kantor owner diserbu yanga namanya Badan Pemeriksa, pokoke jgn ditanya lagi betapa gilaknya diuber" laporan yang harus jadi seketika itu juga padahal semua data belum terinput dan harus siap jilid, u ibaratin hari selasa sore komando jilid laporan yes bsok siang harus dlm bentuk jilidan sekian dan terimakasih. Titik. Dan laporan yg dijilid itu tebalnya gk sma kyk buku anak sd yg cuma 38 lbr doang lho... Ratusan lembar dan masih rangkap 5.. (Au ah helap, mlz mikirr utk hal yg seperti itu..huufft)...Sebenarnya masih banyak cerita yang belum diekspos (maksutnya cerita ruwet lainnya yang sungguh bikin kepala oyut2, tapi biarlah itu menjadi intro semntara biar aku tak lupa sejarah kerjaku haha)...I'm not a workaholic, tapi setidaknya aku belajar bahwa sepertinya kerja dikantor memang polanya seperti itu, ada kalanya gabut dan kerjamu cuma nyatus wkwk (p.s. gak demikian juga klo kamu memang basic engineer jg kan bisa sharing knowledge dgn senior engineer dikantor krn mereka tak setiap hari dilapangan dan take it the chance krn kesempatan adalah kemumpungan yang belum tentu ada gantinya #gakjelas), ada kalanya jg overload & kamu harus siap itu dan disitulah adrenalinmu diuji. Bagi yg berfikir teknik itu keren, not totally wrong. Dunia engineering memang menuntut manusianya untuk teliti & presisi karena menyangkut harkat hidup orang banyak mulai dari perencanaan, pelaksanaan dan operasional konstruksinya dan itu bukan hal instan lho yak... Banyak tahapan yang harus dilalui, belajar & terus belajar aja klo mau fokus disitu terutama bagi yang ingin merasakan nikmatnya di lapangan dan berteman dengan anomali cuaca (Gud luck guysss, keep fighting). Yang penting lagi kerja itu kan memang tujuan utamanya untuk mempertahankan eksistensi diri untuk hidup sewajarnya bukan untuk hidup diluar kewajaran kan? ya udin dijalani aja klo masih logic, klo tidak yang sudah tinggalkan cari yang lain... Jangan lupa awali semuanya dengan BISMILLAH dan ijinlah jga sama ortu kalian agar selalu terjaga dalam lindungaNya, aaminn....:DDDD

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