whenever i'm trying to talk myself out of buying something i don't need i always hear my old russian professor's voice echoing in my head: "WHAT??? WILL YOU DIE THE RICHEST MAN IN THE GRAVEYARD?" and then i make an unwise financial decision
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did not have metaphorical deepthroating on my bingo card for this chapter but here we are
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jughead is such a fucking menace this chapter I'm having so much fun
wholly insufferable
balls to the wall bitchery
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jughead is such a fucking menace this chapter I'm having so much fun
wholly insufferable
balls to the wall bitchery
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fucking love when I'm on a call with someone and they start to do a little errand or go somewhere else and they say "and you're coming with me" like. absolutely I am let's go on an adventure I've been spirited away
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“I’m having a suit couriered over.”
His brows tick up.
“Which reminds me, I need you to text me your measurements so I can confirm them with the tailor.”
He stares at her and she stares back expectantly.
“Ideally all four, but overarm and inseam should suffice in a pinch.”
“Or,” he suggests, “I could just get my own suit.”
“You could.”
She says it like something purely theoretical.
Pigs could fly.
He staggers into an ottoman and swears through his teeth, stumbling the rest of the way to the door. He scrubs a sobering hand over his face before opening it.
His sluggish pulse jumps.
Veronica's standing on the other end of the doorway like a pointed camera.
Her face flickers briefly at his haggard state before smoothing. She tips her head up. “Can I come in?”
He blinks. “No.”
She pushes past him and his jaw flares.
“So, what’s the emergency?”
She tips her head up. “There’s an event tonight.”
He stares at her.
“A who’s who of publishing masquerading as a charity fundraiser.”
More silence.
“HarperCollins is hosting.”
“Neat.”
His teeth click. “Look, I know Clay from grad school—he’s not a good guy.”
“You mean Rohypnol Rockefeller over there?” she snorts, waving a drunken hand behind him. “I actually managed to put that together on my own, thanks.”
“Great, then maybe you can put together that hanging back at a bar with him blitzed out of your mind isn't a stellar call.”
She laughs. “You know, you sure are coming down hard on a guy you were pretty chummy with a few hours ago.”
“I said hi to the only other person I knew here—that doesn’t mean I’d leave him alone with my sister.”
She starts coughing a little, waving a hand in front of her face. “Sorry, the hypocrisy is just really thick in here.”
love writing them in their bitch era
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normalize being deeply average and being mediocre at everything <3
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they laced this bread with olive oil and sundried tomatoes
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