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im-not-batman · 5 months
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For the ask WIP game
Spideypool falling please 😊
Oh I LOVE this one!
It's a 5+1 of spideypool falling for eachother and then Falling For Eachother. Featuring Dadpool because I'm a big fan of his work (Ellie).
"It really creeps me out when you do that, Webs." Wade said, sinking deeper into Peter's beat-up couch and kicking his fluffy-sock-clad feet up onto the other half of it that Peter was perched above. "I like sitting up here, sends all the blood to my brain so that I can beat you quicker," Peter reasoned and as if on queue the tinny TV speaker announced yet another victory. "You're such an asshole, Baby Boy," Wade smirked up at him, sounding more proud than annoyed. He threw a couple of M&Ms up for Peter to catch in his mouth, "do the other heros know how much of an asshole their comrade is?" Around his mouthful of chocolate and peanuts, he grinned, "I save all my worst bits for you, Wade." It was true too. He always felt like he needed to pose and posture around his fellow superheroes. Even though he'd come into his own as Spider-man over the last ten years, he still yearned for their approval and strived for their respect. Around Wade though, there was no need to pretend he was any better than he actually was. He didnt feel the need to constantly be on his best behaviour. Peter let his sass and sarcasm, disdain and irritation, good moods, bad moods and everything inbetween run rampant around Deadpool. And he never felt like he was being judged or evaluated. Just admired. Ecouraged even. "I'm touched," he said, throwing up another handful of M&Ms. This time Peter didn't react quick enough, lost in thought, and missed them.
Instead Wade caught the chocolates in his own mouth. Which shouldn't have been a thing but Peter's brain was making it a thing. He couldn't figure out if it was the ease with which he caught them – Peter's attraction to competency rearing it's ugly head – or the fact that the M&Ms were intended for his mouth and were now in Deadpool's. Either way, Peter's brain was doing some sort of horny gymnastics to rationalise it as tonsil tennis by-proxy. He watched Wade's throat bob as he swallowed. Peter's concentration was decidedly broken. He slipped. Usually that wouldn't be an issue; usually he'd have fallen from a much greater height and thus had more time to catch himself. But he was hanging from the ceiling this time. Granted, it was a relatively high ceiling, but not high enough. He let out an indecipherable jumble of a scream/shout/warning and Wade managed to dive out of the crash zone in time to not be knocked out by a 170 pound moron. When Peter didn't feel the heavy, throbbing pain of head trauma, he managed to gather his wits enough to realise that his head hadn't made contact with anything.
After another moment, he realised that Wade had seemingly managed to get his hand between Peter's skull and the floor. He still found himself uncomfortably contorted - half on the couch, half off, in a sort of human pretzel situation - but Wade had reacted in enough time to keep his head from cracking against the ground. And he was still holding him that way.
Peter's brain stopped working again. "Sorry," Wade said, trying to right the hero so that he was no longer lying at a downward 45 degree angle with legs akimbo, "Dad reflexes."
Peter wanted to scream. "You're apologising for saving me from a concussion?" Peter attempted to tease but it fell flat when he saw Wade's face, "Are you okay?" He let out a choked laugh, "Am I okay?" He asked incredulously, "you just fell eight feet." "And yet you're the one looking a bit loopy," Peter half laughed but wasn't able to keep the worry from seeping into his tone. "You scared the shit outta me, thought you were gonna go splat!" Deadpool justified. "From that height? Child's play. If I'd splatted, I'd have deserved it." It was a joke but Wade didn't seem to find it funny. "You should look after yourself better, Petey," he looked like he realised he was being too serious then, and his demeanor visibly shifted, "you don't regenerate, so you gotta look after that sinfully gorgeous meat suit of yours."
Ty ty for the ask! I really wanna get back into writing these two, I love them so much 🥲
Send me an ask with which of my WIPs from This Post you wanna hear about!
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crownsandbishops · 8 months
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(After diving deeper into the blog, I am now assured that user may question the author her/himself/themselves) ฅ/ᐠ˶> ﻌ<˶ᐟ\ฅ
Just gotta know, so are users free to send questions adressed to other characters (Perhabs like, the Lamb, Forneus, Ratau?) or to bishops only?
( Herself! And the Bishops are the primary focus of the blog, but if I think the question is relevant I'll answer as other characters for sure! I have one in the queue down the line for the Lamb, and I'd be up for Ratau and Forneus questions if I find them interesting, but obviously they wouldn't be the primary focus of the blog, so if I got a flood of asks for characters other than the bishops I might put them further back in the queue or space them out! )
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blubbledia · 1 month
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I watched - Evil Dead 2 - 1987
"A campy horror movie who knows it's camp but not in a bad way."
I like this franchise, like in the, "I've seen the original trilogy and some of the TV show". I'd recommend this movie to people, 1 is take it or leave it and Army of Darkness if you enjoy the slapstick nature. I like A Wounded Fawn for the same kind of reason I like this movie. It's just, "let's torture a guy for the majority of the runtime".
That being said, I don't have much else to say about the movie itself. But I have a lot of thoughts about what I'm doing with these and my critical lens below.
I keep plugging along on these little review things as a sort of diary I think. I'm not actually sure. I've tried diaries and it never works. But this is consistent (at least on a keeping the queue logged so I can come back to it later). If I ever choose I can compare how I view a movie one viewing to another, or just get my general viewpoint from a certain time.
The other reason is much smaller, I figure if anyone takes a longer look at the things I like to watch/read/play, and finds enough similarities they could appreciate other things I enjoyed. Also the fact I limit myself to Games, Movies, TV shows, and Books. Like, comparitively it's a fraction of what I'm doing. It doesn't cover the hours of youtube I watch. Or the games I partially play. Or the music I listen to.
Part of the reason is music, I just enjoy what I listen to and don't have much to say about it. I like it, it's good. Partially played games I can't in good conscience put out material on. Either because I didn't like them in which case there is no reason to put negativity out there without at least trying to leave good feedback. Or because it's hard to speak on only a portion of the story (which is mostly what I play for). Youtube doesn't get any blurbs not because it isn't chock full of effort. Moreso because I can't devote that much time to doing "I watched" on that many videos. And all that doesn't even touch on the small amount of multiplayer things I do. I've been playing Stardew Valley modded and Monster Hunter Rise!
Writing out my thoughts on this was useful because I'm thinking maybe I keep a monthly, "Here are a handful of things I've been interacting with that don't warrant a deeper dive." Moving forward thing I guess.
Or maybe my critical writing is just so prolific and interesting that it demands attention. Speaking of...
I have no idea what my lens looks like. Outside of the fact that 6 and 7 out of 10 media has more to talk about for me. A lot of times how I interact with media feels lacking. I've probably typed out a variation on that sentence before. There's a game I'm playing right now that I have a lot to talk about (but later). But I don't have much to say about Evil Dead.
It makes me wonder what I'm missing. What subtext. What prejudices. What influences. Regardless of whether I'm consuming media by themselves with no greater knowledge of their creators or themes. That doesn't mean they exist in the vacuum I'm consuming them. Counter to that. Games and Video involve a lot of people. There is so much of the world and people that gets distilled into these products. Obviously this is dependent. Indie things and books involve generally a much smaller number.
Back to the point, sometimes I feel that I can't pick these things up. Actually wait, another tangent. It's ok that I don't! That doesn't invalidate how I or other's have interacted with something. Even if I don't pick up on as many of the themes of like, Signalis, it doesn't mean I can't enjoy my time with it.
But there are times where it can matter. When either on purpose or on accident creators weave in themes that are detrimental. I want to see these things not just to demonize the works. Just being able to recognize them and point them out is enough! There are times where it's like I can only view the edge of the canvas of a piece of art I know is beautiful. But I can't shift my perspective enough to view the whole image.
So I think that's it. If you stuck with my rambling and get anything out of it, take this knowledge. Things are molded by people and those people are molded by the world around them. Regardless of their intent, they put themselves into what they make, the good, and the ugly.
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bobakick · 3 years
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Thank you @alienfuckeronmain, @carltonlassie, and @jlf23tumble for tagging me :^)
1. why did you choose your url?
because in feburary i sold my soul to the youtube red original series Cobra Kai, and i have not known peace since <3
2. any side-blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.
none at the moment. i had a sideblog for posting original animal crossing content for a hot minute last year, but that got old quick. (it is surprisingly cumbersome to get screenshots off your switch and onto tumblr - god bless everyone who has the patience lmao). i am also sitting on the url swiftgoats in case i ever decide to dive deeper with my unhinged taylor/swift mountain goats comparisons
3. how long have you been on tumblr?
i've been here on and off since 2012, but i've been on this blog/account specifically since last fall, i believe
4. do you have a queue tag?
nope! i just don't see a need.
5. why did you start your blog in the first place?
for a while last summer, i was lurking on the blogs of a few people whose political takes i enjoyed, and in the lead-up to the election i was checking their blogs so often that i figured i should just make a new tumblr account so i could follow them. i'm still mostly a lurker when it comes to politics posting, but the neolib collective™️ continues to provide me with a welcome counterbalance to my other social media feeds, which skew suuuuper left
6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?
my icon is cropped from a painting by Jules Bastien-Lepage, and i just think it's pretty! please feel free to do that thing where you subconsciously imagine that i look like my icon - lord, i WISH i had those cheekbones
7. why did you choose your header?
a sobering reminder to us all to not trust people in the Cyber World
8. what’s your post with the most notes?
i do believe it's this silly little edit
9. how many mutuals do you have?
everyone is saying they don't know how to check this, and i don't either, but if i had to estimate i'd say around 60? a not insignificant number of those are inactive AC blogs though
10. how many followers do you have?
hovering around the 100 mark atm
11. how many people do you follow?
1633, god help me. the vast, vast majority of those are random aesthetic blogs that i blind-followed when i first made my account. i've been meaning to purge the list for a while now, but hhhhhhhhhhhh lazy
12. have you ever made a shitpost?
see question 8
13. how often do you use tumblr each day?
it depends. some days i pop on once or twice, other days i'm on here pretty much constantly. my job often involves a lot of waiting around for things to happen, but not in long enough periods that i can get sucked into any activities, so scrolling through tumblr kills the time inbetween my bursts of responsibility.
14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?
silently scrolling past posts i don't like and blocking unpleasant people is free 💕
15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?
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first of all, that comment tends to get added to "informational" posts (whether they be news articles, resources compilations, thinkpieces, etc.), and as a general rule, i avoid reblogging those because this website is a cesspool of outdated information, psyops and misinfo, and well-meaning but misguided consciousness-raising efforts mounted by fifteen year olds who just finished reading Howard Zinn for the first time. if i am gonna reblog a post like that, i need to fact check it first, and i do not have the time for that!
but also, i just think that "you have to reblog this" commands are such a poor rhetorical strategy. it communicates to me that your arguement is so shaky, you cannot defend it without falling back on guilt-trips. plus, if someone is reblogging something out of a sense of obligation, it basically guarantees that they aren't seriously engaging with the material. who does that help! how does that accomplish anything!
16. do you like tag games?
i do!!! i don't always have the time or energy to answer them, but i always love getting tagged - it makes me do the bryan cranston ":0 me?" gif every time, it's great. and i always read the posts i get tagged in!!!
17. do you like ask games?
i like fandom or fan fic themed ask games!
18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?
everyone is saying tumblr fame isn't real, and that's very true, but it's also true that the answer to this question is @alienfuckeronmain. sorry Phoenix 🤘😔 i wish you many happy days of uneventful, anonymous scrolling in your future
19. do you have a crush on a mutual?
I Want to Kiss All of You Tenderly On the Lips
20. tags?
@jenpsaki @elsonambulo @inadequate-nefelibata @vamqira @youandthemountains @mountainking @leohtebewunden @send-it-to-the-internet as always, no pressure and consider yourself tagged if you're reading this!
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estrxlar · 3 years
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The Ghost Of You
06 - Too Little Too Late
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Chapters songs:
Yam Yam: No Vacation
Numb: Men I Trust
4EVER: Clairo
Sugawara
Hey, I won't be riding the bus this morning. My father is visiting and I have to spend the morning with him I'm guessing. I might be available after school, though. So if you wanna walk
Yeah, I'll let you know. I hope everything with your dad goes okay.
Okay. See you later then.
Yeah, you too.
One last message from Sugawara is received, before I close the messaging app, and turn off my phone. I wasn't quite ready for what was to occur this morning: seeing my dad. You would think I would be happy about it, or at least be a little excited. But really, I couldn't be more stressed. All my father has ever done is criticize my talents, my behavior, and almost everything that has to do with me being me. Every time he comes to Japan, which isn't a lot, it's the same lecture all over again about what I'm doing with my life, and where I'll be when I'm older.
But at least two or three more hours of sleep. Might as well take advantage of missing a day, right?
    As I stretch out my arms under my sheets, a knock on my door is heard, followed by my mom's soft voice. "Y/n, your father is getting you today. I'm off to work, okay? Make sure to feed Astra." Her tone is low and worry full, but I wouldn't blame her. Surely your ex-husband coming back shouldn't be so easy.
   "I know, mom. Thanks. You have a good day," I say back to her, hearing her footsteps slowly disappear. That's my queue to begin getting ready. What I wear consists of something simple: a thin white shirt, a sage green sweatshirt on top, and jeans with white sneakers, which is something safe. I wouldn't want him to begin criticizing me by starting with my outfit. And as for my hair, I wore it the way I always did.
After a few moments of getting ready, I stand up in the mirror, making sure my personality wasn't showing on the outside. I hated that this is how I had to think of myself when around my parents, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. As suspected, a few minutes later, a message from him appears informing me he had gotten here.
Dad
Hey! I'm outside, come quickly so we can grab something at that small cafe you love.
Okay, I'll be out there in a second.
Nothing baffled me as much as him being so normal about this situation did, but there wasn't much I could say to him. I could only imagine how many questions he would ask me, or if he would even care about the important things, like if I was going through anything.
Reaching for a basic shoulder bag, I say my farewell to the cat, and make my way downstairs. Once I reach the front door, I take a deep breath and open it to reveal the usual view, except an expensive car stood in the driveway, with a smiling man inside of it. I smile back, easing that he didn't look pissed as fuck. After that, I locked the front door and walked towards his car.
Hesitantly, I pull the handle and step into the front passenger seat. "Hey, Dad." I greet him, meanwhile closing the door. "How've you been?"
"Hm, I've been just fine. What about you?" He begins to pull out of the driveway, and soon enough, we're on the road. "There's much to talk about."
I nod, as he states the obvious. "Yeah, of course."
This is awkward.
My hands begin to fidget, popping and stretching my fingers while he drove on the road, saying absolutely nothing. That was until I asked something to fill the empty space between us. "How's work been? I heard you got a bunch of promotions."
"It's been like always; normal. But yes, I have gotten promotions. I guess I've exceeded the limit, though. So.. what about you? You're still on your whole band-thingy?" He clears his throat, turning into another street: the same Suga and I would walk. "Your aunt says she's excited to work with you."
My aunt, AU/N, was my blueprint. She was my father's little sister, and she had a hell of a lot of money. One time when she was younger she slipped in dog pee at Walmart and sued them 50,000$. Since she was a musician, and far more successful than my band, she decided to start her label, signing many small bands like mine. And so, since I had a connection, my friends and I decided to sign with her during the summer after we graduate. We'd have to move to New York in America, but that was just fine. Because moving meant we could establish a good career and attend college as well.
   "I'm excited too. You know, to move and all." My eyes take mental images of the portrait outside today. Trees were finally growing leaves again, and grass as well; spring was around the corner. "Why the sudden visit? Is there a conference being held in Miyagi?"
My question seems like have made him uneasy, for his fingers began making small beats on the steering wheel. In no way did I mean to be so sudden, but an answer to my asking was necessary.
Thankfully, his response isn't a shout and rude remark, but a simple explanation that frankly made me feel better about his stay. "I'm most likely not gonna be able to see you before you graduate, so I wanted to spend a day with you. I know I said I'd drop you off at school after breakfast, but I thought we could hang out longer.
Is that okay?"
"Yeah, it's fine."
To my surprise, the drive wasn't as short as I thought. A total of thirty silent minutes felt as if it was an entire hour. Once we arrived at the small cafe in the plaza, the both of us got off the car and glanced at each other, beginning our way towards it.
    I had a certain idea of why he'd picked this spot for us to eat at. When I was younger, I'd spent lots of time here doing whatever I was up to, and usually with one of my close friends, (not that we're close anymore.) To be completely frank, it came to me as a shock my father even paid attention to how much I adored this place. The light lavender concrete walls and cutesy pots with succulents and house plants. Not to mention its colorful m decorations, far more improved than when I was a little kid. Still, it drew Moku, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, and Toruku to make it our number one hang-out spot from the ages of 8-14, even if it wasn't as attracting as it is now.
As we enter, the small bell at the top of the door rings, and we're greeted by a young girl at the counter that surrounded many baked goods. "Welcome!" She says, meanwhile packing up an online order. "Is there anything I could help you guys with?"
"Two coffees, please." My father replied, holding up two of his long, worn-out fingers. 'Coffee? I mean, I guess. Not that I cared or anything. I honestly preferred the tea with the little peaches in it— what was it called?' My father's voice cuts off my thoughts. "And a fruit lemonade for her. The coffees are for me; long hours!"
   'That's it!' I said to myself internally, briefly smiling at the worker while she wrote a few words down. And soon enough, we're told it'll take only a few minutes. Still, it baffled me my father even remembered such a little thing I loved when I was a child.
   What a try-hard.
   The two of us find a corner table for two, and he pulls out a chair for me to place myself. I do so, as my father does the same. Then, a long-awaited conversation begins. "How did you know I liked this place?"
   He straightens his collar, saying, "You never stopped talking about it when you were little."
  "And the drink?"
  "I just remember how many times it appeared on my taxes from this place, that's all." He chuckles, leaning onto his arm along with stroking his sharp beard. "Why do you ask?"
  Without thinking, I answer sharply, looking down at the wooden patterns on the table. "Why do you think? I didn't think you'd paid attention," I say to him, quickly looking up for a rude remark.
   He effortlessly sighs and keeps the situation unproblematic. Although, I wouldn't have minded diving deeper into the reasoning of his absence. "I did sometimes. Sorry."
  I tell myself to leave it at that, to leave it at 'sorry', but I can't. I can't not say something. "Can I ask you something? And I want a valid answer, not excuses. I know you wanted to have a nice time but this is the most I've talked to you in the past year so I'd rather get straight to it than poke around the elephant in the room."
  In the corner of my eye, I see him nod, giving me an okay that I could rant. Well, more like calmly let out my feelings. "I just— I don't understand what happened. After you and mom got busy, it was a total blur. I'm not asking for you two to get together again, and I never questioned why you split up either. I'm simply asking why you guys forgot you had a daughter, that's all."
    Not more than a split second later do I realize how rude that sounded. But too bad, I wanted to know. A few silent seconds slide by while he seems to be thinking of an answer, and explanation. Then, the sound of footsteps coming towards us, signaling our beverages had arrived.
  "Two coffees," the young lady mumbles, setting them in front of my father as he smiles. "And a fruit lemonade!" She exclaims. The pink-tinted drink makes waves in cold glass in her hand once it's set down. "All set. Is there anything else I can get for you two?"
   We shake our heads lightly.
   "Alright then! Enjoy!" She beams, then happily walks away. Ever since I was younger, I never understood why the store wonder daughter was so nice. But I'm guessing it lasted throughout the years, or else she wouldn't treat customers so gently.
Father slowly lifts the drink to his lips, and enjoys his cinnamon roast, while I feel my back aching from the perfect posture I perform around him. "Ah, carry on, Y/n. What is it that makes you so upset? The idea your mother and I did all we could to give you a better life, or is it that we picked ourselves up and became better people?" His manipulative tone comes in, sending mixed signals. But I could see where he was coming from completely.
"I just wish you two had taught me what it's like to be a proper parent. Instead, every time I would try getting your attention, you would always look away, and send me off to do something else." I feel my hands squeeze my thighs under the table, as I look up and down at my father with a silent yet harsh tone, "all I wanted was to admire you and learn what was so interesting about sitting in an office working for another person. But that's changed now, right? Because you've maxed out the level of superiority now that you've not done a single other thing."
"Y/n—"
"The fact you worked endlessly doesn't bother me as much as you criticizing me does. It truly hurts me that you attempt to steer me into another direction every time you visit when you haven't even been to at least seven of my birthdays. I wouldn't be surprised if you forgot it, either. You would judge who I hung out with, what I liked to do, everything. You even judged the way I handled my best friend dying, yet didn't think to send me to therapy. Toruku's mom is the one who took us to get help, not you. Why do you do it? Why do you think it's a good idea to bring me down? You've never been there for me, so you don't know me. You never will, father. You'll never know who I am."
A trembling hand reaches for my drink quickly, as I sip from the thin black straw in silence, taking in as much as I can. And all he can do is sit quiet, still processing my explanation.
That is until he speaks, finally. "I'm— I'm sorry."
"It's too late for that."
He nods.
The straw twirls between my fingers during the spinning memories of spending more time with my friends than my parents that ran through my mind. But it's whatever, right? I did just fine raising myself. At least that's what I told myself. Truth is, I needed people. I needed to grow with others on my side. It wasn't any wonder that I felt so lonely when I was younger. I'm dependent, yet independent.
Before getting up from my seat, I make sure to down the rest of the cold lemonade I had in my hand and grabbed both my hood and small bag. "Can we go now? Please."
"Sure. We can leave."
After getting home, I can't help but immediately let a few tears escape my eyes. The fact two words were all my father could say made my blood boil and my bones stiffen, especially since it was the last time I would talk with him in person before I graduate. Maybe I could meet him before he goes back to Korea, but I'd rather not. Not after leaving it at that.
The doors slam still echoed through the house, while I sat against the front door, crying in my lonely arms. No car to leave, and no one to hear me except a sleepy cat. While I do so, every thought of ever healing the hole between our relationship entered my thoughts, and the never-ending process of realizing I can't fix it hurts just as much as the pain in my chest.
Throughout the blur of water in my eyes, I make out the image of a white figure lying across my feet. I look up briefly, wipe my eyes, and stroke Astras back. Her soft, thin hair glides between my fingers, giving me a realization that I wasn't completely alone. No, I wasn't. I still had old friends and family that supported me, other than my father.
Right now, I had to think about the things that were important to me. The things that would help me grow, not look back at my regrets. Maybe the purpose of his visit was a sign from the universe, telling me to get over my past because my goals are too close for me to hesitate.
I needed a break from today. A nap, possibly. I don't think I'd be going back to school anytime soon, so I might as well rest a bit. That's exactly what I need, rest after a long week. After all, the weekend was just around the corner.
I slouch up the stairs with the chunky cat in my hand. By the time I reach my room, both my pants and shoes are in the other, and I'm ready to knock out between messy blankets.
'Ring!' My phone makes alarms under me, sending vibrations through the pillow my head rested on, making my eyelids quickly open. A hand snaked for the device, bringing the bright screen up to my face. It was no other than the band group chat.
Xanax sluts
Giki
Guess who just got invited to a party
Toruku
Us
Giki
No me but I asked if you guys could go and they said we can bring whoever
Toruku
Bruh
Who is hosting it
Giki
Some chick names Miya I know. She's a third-year and seems like a stuck-up little bitch but she's actually pretty cool.
Hikishi
Omg I love her she's so sweet
Me
Oh I know who you guys are talking about she's the girls' volleyball team captain
Giki
Yeah
Anyways she said you guys could go
Hikishi
When
Giki
Uhh
In like
An hour?
Me
HUH
GIRL IM NOT READY FOR A PARTY TN I JUST GOT IN THIS ARGUMENT WITH MY DAD 😟
Giki
Oh come onnn just slap on a dress or something and we can go
Hikishi
WAIT YES IM SO BORED
Toruku
Will, there be alcohol
Giki
No
Toruku
Will there be drugs
Giki
No
Toruku
Then this isn't a party-
Giki
Come on she's my friends and I promised you guys would go plus she's super popular so everyone's gonna be there AND she's rich
Toruku
And who's driving us
Hikishi
You mf who else
Me
Fine I'll go but you guys better not do anything to cause attention, if there's gonna be snobby people then we're most likely to be looked down on
Hikishi
I'm so excited yayy
Toruku
What are you excited about there's no drugs or alcohol
Hikishi
Cause this is the first party we're going to ever since last month
Toruku
Oh yeah
Giki
Mhm it's like this back to school party
Toruku
Giki if this is a kids party I'm gonna slap the lesbian out of you
Giki
ITS NOT YOU TOUCH-DEPRIVED TWINK
Me
See you guys in an hour ig
Hikishi
Oh-
Mom
Going out tn
Ok. Are you staying at anyone's house?
Maybe. Idk yet
How did it go with your dad
It went fine
Good baby I'm glad
Tell me when or if you get to someone's house
Ok I will love you
Happy that my mother didn't make an argument, I sigh, checking the time. It seemed pretty dark outside, so it had to be around eight or nine. And quickly after, I decide it's best to begin getting ready, again.
Please note chapters, it means a lot. I work endlessly on these making sure they're perfect for you guys. Have a good rest of your day, and I hope you take care of yourself. Love you lots!!
- estrxlar
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