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In Lucy’s defense, it’s late, and she’s exhausted after her first three intensive weeks in UC school, and she’s had more than a couple margaritas. There is also the fact that Noah is one of the very very few classmates that hasn’t tried to hit on her, even if he did nickname her Hot Pants after the third class due to an incident that is never to be discussed again. 
It’s been a long while since Lucy’s had a friend like this. Not an almost-sibling, like Tamara, or a rookie like Aaron or Selina, or an older and cooler person to look up to like Angela or Nyla. Other than Nolan, who is twenty years her elder and currently too head over heels with his gorgeous fianceé to spend much time with her... it’s been years since Lucy has had a true and close friend. Not since Jackson. 
So when Noah leans in, across the tiny table at the shitty bar they’ve claimed as their own, and says “Everyone here is running from something, or someone. What’s your story, Hot Pants?” She gives in to the impulse (and the margaritas). 
“My TO. Well, my former TO.”
“Pain in the ass?”
“Yes,” she laughs. “But that’s not it.”
Noah arches his eyebrows and waits for her to continue. He’s a good listener like that. He reminds her of her lost friend so much...
“It’s just... Look, he’s a good person. He’s actually very sweet, deep down, once you get past all the tough guy act. We’ve actually gotten pretty close. That’s... that’s kinda the problem.”
Noah’s brow furrows and she knows what he’s thinking ever before he says: 
“He hitting on you.”
“No!” She jumps. “Well, maybe. Sort of. Not really. I don’t know, that’s the problem.”
Silence and a head tilt prompt her to continue, to say out loud the one thing she’s been terrified of admitting. 
“I might be in love with him.”
Which is a problem, because she has a boyfriend. Because he has a girlfriend. Because this could really mess everything up. 
“It’s... it’s not like I didn’t know. I mean, I kinda did. Deep down. But we went undercover a few weeks ago and things got...”
“Intimate?”
“Yes!”
Noah laughs. 
“That happens. You just gotta shake it off.”
Lucy shakes her head, frustrated. 
“It wasn’t just the physical thing. I mean, it was. We kissed once for practice and suddenly it was like... like all these things I’d been keeping inside of me wanted to burst out. And... and I think he felt it too. And then during the mission it was just... just so much. And he suddenly said it didn’t feel like pretend and all I could think about was ‘he knows’ and how I would lose him for good because there is no way he will cross that line. He’s too by-the-book for that. So I...”
“You ran.”
“He sort of encouraged me to come here. I guess he just thought putting some space and time between us would be better.”
The sadness she’s been carrying around weights heavy on her as she admits it out loud. She blinks back tears and curses the alcohol for this unforeseen vulnerability. She wants to be taken seriously here, not to play the broken-hearted girl in love with someone who will never love her back. 
“What’s his name?” Noah asks. 
“Bradford. Tim Bradford.”
I’m in love with Tim Bradford, she admits to herself. Fuck.
“Well, if he let you go, I assume he’s an idiot,” Noah nods, matter-of-factly. 
“He’s not. He really isn’t,” she jumps to Tim’s defense instinctually. 
She finally dares to look up, and finds Noah’s eyes, steady and honest and surprisingly kind for someone who can play-pretend to be the coldest and cruelest kind of man if the situation demands it. Right now, he’s just warm. She likes him. She likes having this kind of friend again. 
“Then, maybe... maybe he’ll get his act together and realize he’d be an idiot to let you go.”
Lucy laughs, and cleans a tear before it can roll down her cheek. 
“Yeah... in my dreams, maybe.”
“Dreams are all we’ve got, Hot Pants. Dreams, and margaritas.”
“Now you’re talking,” she smiles, thankful for the subject change. 
“I’ll get us another round,” Noah says. “And then, you can tell me the full story.”
“Oh, no... that really isn’t necessary.”
But Noah is already gone to get more drinks and as much as Lucy dreads bearing herself open with him, she knows that no harm will come from it. There’s a different kinda trust built between people who lie for a living, when they can only be sincere with each other. And there is absolutely no way that this will ever get to Tim, anyway. So, what’s the harm in sharing?
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littledozerdraws · 1 year
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Smoothie Boys 💚
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nayruwu · 2 years
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me trying to figure out if guren actually cares about shinya beyond the selfish desire to keep him by his side
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thatoneudguy · 9 months
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Idek what this is it started as drawing a pose from some random image in my gallery and just devolved into this.
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Louis says he can’t hang out with me because someone needs to watch Claudia??? You have known her for a few days and me for thirty years but ok
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quiggel · 6 months
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This is Motherfucker, his wife, Fatherfucker, and their sons, Daughterfucker and Sonfucker.
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kaydeefalls · 1 year
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"Tell me what happened. Don't be modest."
"Tell me what happened. Don't be modest." Joe's eyes are twinkling in a manner that Nile does not find endearing in the slightest.
She heaves out a sigh. "Look, I don't know why it matters."
"It was very impressive," Nicky says, the corners of his mouth twitching suspiciously. "I have truly never seen the like."
Nile glares at him. "Et tu, Nicolò?"
"Come, it can't be so very terrible," Joe coaxes. "I promise you I have seen worse."
"Worse?" Nile gestures down at herself. "Are you kidding me, this is a brand new sweater, I really liked this sweater. Do you know how hard it is to get bloodstains out of white cashmere?"
"Yes, actually, quite intimately," Joe says. "Although I'm still not sure how you managed--"
"Head wounds," Nicky says sagely. "They bleed a lot."
"Right, but I thought you were teaching her how to win at darts. Even Booker could not manage to injure himself on a pub dart."
Nile puts her head in her hands. "It wasn't a dart."
"Nile," Nicky says cheerfully, "has been learning knife tricks from Andy."
"Oh, no," Joe says, badly concealing his grin.
"Oh, yes," Nile grumbles. "You know that thing, with the pocketknife, where you give it that twirl as you throw it--"
"And it goes ping! into the target," Nicky agrees. "Much more fun than those blunt little darts."
"I take it your knife did not go ping into the target," Joe says kindly.
"It bounced right off it," Nile says, dully, resigned to her fate. "And I was standing a little too close to it when I threw. So then--"
Nicky grins outright. "I think the word you are looking for is boomerang."
"Right into my fucking skull. Oh, my god, if you don't stop laughing, Joe, I am gonna--"
"Oh, Nile," Joe wheezes out, when he can catch his breath. "You are going to fit right in."
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fella-lovin-fella · 4 months
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just came home from the store with my boyfriend and i couldn't find my phone so i go out to the car to look. i open the car door and what do i see? a phone! i go to grab it and realize this isn't my phone. it's my boyfriend's phone.
why is this funny? because my boyfriend literally made a joke about his Bluetooth pairing and didn't even realize his phone wasnt even in the house. my man was listening to nothing.
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ayosdesignz-blog · 9 months
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Rewatching ppg episodes is making me comprehend facts I already knew! Like the fact that Mojo& The Professor created the ppg while Mojo&Him created the rrb. Why is he technically big brother uncle daddy to both sets of these kids?!! 😭
Like I know in fandom the general acceptance had been he's the powerpuffgirls' adoptive elder brother while for the rowdyruffboys he's one half of a parental set unit after Him revives them anew.
But look at their family tree!
Nothing makes sense, no one is blood related, but they are all technically family...somehow!!
And if we bring up the fact that Him has been caught live and in person licking the Professor like a lollipop, the Professor only viewing Mojo as his son formerly known as Jojo when the monkey pled his case, the rrbs looking identical to the ppgs down to the color coordination, and Bubbles canonically having some kind of crush on her male lookalike for fake but actually cousin/brother doppleganger...
It's a lot.
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madwickedtalia · 16 days
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the thought of having to take the SAT and ACT this week is actually gonna make me die.
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chuzu-archive · 2 years
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mdni. umm super casually written. blurred power dynamics. getting off in front of scara. mild worship(scara receiving), mild degradation(gn!reader receiving). kind of sweet at the end. all parts unspecified.
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scara watching u jerk off on ur knees on the floor in front of him nd hes sooo annoyed w the stupidly casual pleasured look on ur face . ur supposed2 b embarrassed& ur supposed 2 SQUIRM but the way ur looking at him, getting off on just the sight of his downturned frown… the stray insult or condescending laugh tht slips from his mouth…… ur taking it w a dopey smile, watching him like he’s a star in the sky. or something you’ll eat up if given even the smallest chance. it’s unnerving, he thinks, shifting in his spot at the edge of the bed, rubbing his thighs together nd feeling too hot like he’s burning up. your eyes are so hazy, falling in and out of focus as u get closer to ur high, asking (out of line) if hed b so sweet as to tell u how gross u are for getting off to just his presence. & the disgusted look on his face in response is enough to send u over the edge, shaking.. twitching as u finish. “that’s all it takes?” scara asks, biting his lip at your reverance. and ur disarming response is to laugh like he’s asked a silly question. it makes him so angry. his face turns red from embarrassment. & as u stand up on ur jelly legs, planting two hands on the bed on either side of his crossed thighs, u lean in close to his face & whisper into his ear: “all it takes is you.” you hear him swallow hard at the feeling of your fingers sliding up his bare skin, nd his eyes drop to where they hesitate, drumming just above his waistband like they’re waiting for permission.“can i touch you?” you ask, words gentle on your tongue. and he hates to admit he’s fighting the warm comfortable swell of his heart as he mumbles a sweet “yes, you can.”
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bluesidedown · 2 years
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you: twilight snail meme
me, an intellectual:
The effervescent odyssey of snails
can offer to a travel weary soul
a cure-all remedy for all that ails -
the apathetic, cynical, and old.
These friends, in shimmering solemnity,
parade with luscious trails of oozing slime
and gaze with quiet eyes attentively 
upon the mysteries of space and time.
What wisdom hold these gentle creatures in
the clever curving shelters that they bear?
Such wisdom could be ours if we’d begin
with mimicking their patient, wond’ring stare.
What happy lives we’d lead if our travails
we’d face like effervescent, wond’ring snails.
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minimitchell · 2 years
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—oh look what we became.
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loife1m · 6 months
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that one person who’s so incredibly uncool that their cool for trying something
*ding* I’m Loife, and I’m just an ordinary girl-
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https-hunter · 1 year
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Jane doe but she’s a monster high doll
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baiboop · 2 years
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i was thinking about au michaell wearing 1920s clothes, why? it’s just his preference i guess.
so what do you think our michael’s preference is? i’d like to think it’s definitely different than au micheal’s since they’re so drastically different from each other.
he and adam take a trip to the mall to get out of their hell-clothes and they’re shopping around and micheal’s like ewwwww let’s get some REAL clothes🥱
adams waves him off and says, “yeah, okay babe whatever you want i don’t really care as long as we get out of these clothes.”
michael’s flies them to like a fucking museum and steals mid evil knights attire and puts it on their body, and he’s so excited and he’s so proud of himself.
adams looks at the outfit that they’re wearing and he looks at michael, “michael. what. the. fuck?”
michael’s all like, “what? doesn’t this look good?”
adams kinda just shocked and he replies, “sure it’s great but, 1. we’re not stealing this from the museum and 2. it’s the 21st century we’re going to stick out EVERYWHERE!”
michael starts sulking and he protests by telling adam, “but adam we don’t have to steal this!alternatively i could take us back in time and we could barter for a real set of armor, totally ethical, totally the human way! :)”
adams laughs at him, “okay that’s it you lost shopping privileges. i’m picking the clothes.”
michael’s like “okay, fine :/“
michael’s bummed the whole trip bc he really wasn’t joking about the clothes, and adams ignoring home while he just dresses them in normal guy clothes, and picks out a couple extra pieces of clothing.
adam strikes me as a grey high top converse man, so he’ll definitely buy a pair of those, a couple pairs of jeans all in just about the exact same shade(but slightly varying), one black shirt with red long sleeves, and one black t shirt with a pocket, as well as a plethora of different hoodies, because he’s missed hoodies so much. when he’s done shopping he’s got zip ups, pull overs, all different colors but all staying on the neutral, blue-ish or burgundy side of things.
they walk out with their bags of clothes, currently dressed in their converse, dark wash jeans, their black t-shirt and a burgundy red zip up.
adams beaming, happy to be in comfort clothes again not his half-brothers old stuff, and michael’s like “adam, is this really that much better than my pick?”
adam smiles and just stares at him and is like “yes. it really is.”
michael’s all pouty for a bit but once they get back to wherever they’re staying adam tells michael, “if you want to wear those clothes at the house fine, we just can’t wear them in public unless we’re going to like a ren-fair or something.”
michael’s so excited he doesn’t even bother to ask what a ren-fair is and they take a little trip back to like the 12th century where where they go through the whole process of getting their custom armor.
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