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banyanas · 1 month

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Very much enjoying picking at the things you can do with the differences between an Infected Solver drone and an Inherited Solver drone (of which Disassemblers are closer to the first, i would think, just more customized).

And also because!!! Writing with the internal logic of Drones Is Insects To Me- Solver main hosts as 'queens', Solver not-main hosts as maiden queens, and Disassemblers as drones/worker bees (deeply ironic titles i know). It's fun to think along this line, with baby Solver 'queen' Uzi and her Two Whole Drones. She's doing great honestly good for her.

#OBVIOUSLY. AS A CAVEAT. bee analogy isnt in regards to reproduction bc lets not Make It Weird #if anything it 'reproduces' like a literal virus #bañana post #murder drones #canon is just a sandbox for me to kick stuff around in

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randomnameless · 2 months

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For whatever reason, I was skimming 3 Hopes TV Tropes despite the controversial rep about the users editing Fodlan are.

I don’t whatever the person adding this was smoking, but it paints a rather “stereotypical” view on foreigners putting it lightly…

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Eh, that’s Nopes in a nutshell for you, anon.

Sometimes you want to be progressive and depict “other” nations, only to fall back on Grandma’s guide to survive in the “Orient” from the 1810s.

Sometimes IS completely messes up with the message they want to tell (TFW Tellius’ woes originated from Lehran losing his powers when he fucked Altina, but hey, this game is totes anti racism we swear!) and sometimes, you have, well, Fodlan and its self-awareness (who cares about the war, let’s drink some tea and uwu about our cute students, plot be damned! Nabateans? What’s that, a new pastry?) and then, we have Nopes with Mr “those people are so backwards with their outdated values I’ll impose mine by raiding and pillaging their lands and killing their beloved pope whose only sin was to crash on their couch and to eat ice cream, because I hate her guts for some reason”.

That TV Tropers also seemed to have missed Shamir saying Dagda values more “freedom” than Fodlan, even if it means people are free to kill each other, and we are just left wondering what the actual fuck Nopes wanted to say, like, everyone out of Fodlan is a barbarian, per Grandma’s old handbook, or what?

Hell, at this rate I’m wondering if the writers weren’t so full of Hresvelg Grey that they suddenly wrote Brigid and Dagda to have “crap” values, to justify Adrestia periodically trying to conquer them...

“Fodlan should open its borders!”

Looks at Fodlan’s neighbours per Nopes : uh yeah. how about no.

#submission #anon #TV Tropes is fun because now it's like a 5pm sandbox #you see the remnants of what kids used to play with #I wouldn't blame the person who put in TV Tropes here but Nopes' writing #who really made sure to depict non Fodlan people who have importance #aka not Syrup bcs who cares about him #and no one from duscur because they're evyl men #as having different values and by different values it's more often than not murder is okay #see Almyra and Nader buying souvenirs with blood #Shamir uwuing about freedom to Hapi #and if Petra really said Clout had a great plan #then well #what is Nopes' message?#FE16 #3 Nopes

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robobee · 4 months

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I can sit and critique forever as I am the world's proudest hater but I do feel that a lot of the snark around Vengeful is just people crucially misunderstanding the point of the villains universe. it's fucking camp! everything is self aware and overdramatic and reads like a published (albeit very good) fanfiction. if you're in specific circles you absolutely recognise the tropes schwab is pulling from and the tongue in cheek references she makes and all of them are on some base level FUNNY. I don't think it can be read with 100% gravitas because as much as it is brutal and visceral and about extremely traumatized people desperately clutching onto each other because carrying on feels easier than trying something new, it is also a book in which the girlboss mafia leader queen gets taken out by a naked college quarterback . schwab likes nice and wrapped up endings and after dealing with stief and Muir it is a BREATH OF FRESH FUCKING AIRRRR

#vengeful ve schwab #in terms of crit her overexpansive casts mean that ppl like mitch who SHOULD be central get shoved into lampshadeland #but i did find the new characters entertaining if not endearing #mostly bc i did not expect them to be pleasant and they were not. june is ALSO a manipulative selfish evil shithead #the marcella thing... yeah ok she was erm. very 2016. but her dying immediately during her final hoedown was the funniest thing ever #i think despite the intent vengeful reads like a middle book in a trilogy Nd doesnt hold up on its own . but EYE would be fine with it #i do enjoy how victor never loses. im so sick of my protagonists dying in poignant ways give me my marvel movie dennis reynolds #vicious ve schwab #also the june/sydney 3 year thing was extremely weak and 1) how fucking old is june maam that is a MINOR 2)i thought the same abt eli #in book1 and he really pulled thru so well in this one i genuinely kind of forgot about the murders. fascinating dude. unfixable #like was the ending of vengeful terribly rushed and lackluster. sure but im genuinely not mad at all about it #its a very fun sandbox

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stirdrawsandreblaws · 2 months

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trying to gently explain to someone that you do not make an oc for a decades-old thing that has one of the most autistic and lore-entrenched fanbases without being willing to do either 1) a cursory wiki skim beforehand about the extensively well-established canon you're supposedly building your character off of, or 2) prepare for people to Not Like Or Understand What You're Going For, Here

tl;dr if you wanna do an alternate interpretation of a d&d god (and llolth??? being a sad misunderstood and distant power who didn't want any murdering done in her name????? and Personally treats a *male* cleric well???? is Definitely an alternate interpretation) then...make your own setting and write or DM for it?? instead of being mad that other people would share lore with you bc what you've come up with directly contradicts the canon that everyone else is going by???

#stirring up trouble #that aita made me spit blood. and while i am inclined to say theyre not an asshole bc i think its just a Rookie Mistake on that OP's part...#You Are The One Kicking Down The Sandcastles In The Sandbox Actually. ive done the same thing as a newbie to fandoms yknow #speculative headcanons for shit i simply didnt know existed. but when i got corrected i simply adapted and reworked my headcanons #instead of getting mad that someone else was willing to share knowledge and cite sources. *shrugs* long as they arent mean abt it.#anyway for those of you who are not aware: llolth is so fucked up even other evil gods avoid her. she's beefing with tons of them #llolth-worshipping drow society is also INTENSELY matriarchal. men are breeders or cannon fodder. llolth also LOVES infighting #and maintains her stranglehold on underdark drow by choking out rival faiths and 'culling the weak' via Lots Of Assassinations And Murders #so that only her bestest and most specialest followers get to live. basically turning them all into zealots. this is literally the canon.#and ***that*** is the goddess this person chose to 'save' their cleric dude???? comparing her to catholic god in that post even. like. what.#but hey. homebrew or with a dm that's cool with it?? fine. just. not in a freeform rp discord running off of forgotten realms canon. wtf

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saltyermilk · 1 year

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Had this video on my phone so i guess ill put it here ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I forgor the context as well

#rain world #rain world downpour #rainworld #mass murder #lantern mice #slugcat #rw survivor #sandbox shenanigans #sandbox #bombs #big bang #no context #minecraft tnt be like #artificer be like

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omegahs · 10 months

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daefina is from the astral plane and has no concept of "mortal" rules of morals and culture and it is unfortunately everyone else's problem

#daefina : general.#i love her so much she's awful #she literally just wants the throne so her siblings cant have it thats the only reason she doesnt care about ruling #shes literally murdered a brother over essentially a sandbox toy to her. fucked up terrible

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panszy · 2 years

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i think. the reason im never motivated to play disco elysium is because ive never played a game where i feel so aimless

maybe it will just take me a while to get into it but while the dialogue is obviously excellent i just dont find the gameplay that engaging

#i tend to like either sandbox or linear gameplay where theres a Structure #i know i would like de more if there were end-of-day or end-of-week goals #rather than the goal being 'solve the murder' and thats all im getting #for games with one (1) main goal and thats it i tend to make my own goals along the way and i cant rlly do that with de

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vampirecatboy · 2 months

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distracting myself from the self-loathing for missing my telehealth appointment by making Miguel into a vampire and as i say that i realize the line between my Miguel and Miguel fucking O'Hara blurs even more now and i'm not changing it because Miguel fucking O'Hara ticks all kinds of boxes for me

still might switch back to my original name for him, to not make the homage so fucking obvious

#stuff and things #i'm going off the rails and throwing vanilla historical fiction out the window #we got a historical western horror murder mystery #it's my sandbox and the castle will look how i want it to #spoiler i am tweaking vampire rules just a little #kinda crossing it with lycanthropy ie the vampires only “become” vampires during a full moon #among other things #redd's grave

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miscxllany · 5 months

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TAGS: anita, martin & neena.

SANDBOX LOVE NEVER DIES. / anita & jennifer.

I'M A KICKER. IT EVEN SAYS SO ON MY CHART. / anita lesnicki.

INTERACTIONS. / anita: i.

WE FIGURED THINGS COULD ONLY GET BETTER. WE HAD FAITH. WE WERE FUCKING IDIOTS. / anita: v2.

I'M A DIFFERENT PERSON NOW. A PERSON WHO USES CURSE WORDS & KICKS ORDERLIES & SEES THINGS THAT AREN'T THERE. / anita: musings.

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO NEEDY LESNICKI IS ANYMORE. / anita: about.

I'VE ALWAYS THOUGHT 'THE SURGEON’ WAS A LITTLE ON THE NOSE. / martin whitly

NO， AS A WHITE MAN. WE’RE TERRIBLE. / martin: about.

THEY DON'T KNOW THE TRUTH. MURDER IS THE ULTIMATE THRILL! / martin: musings.

INTERACTIONS. / martin: i.

LADY LUCK. / neena thurman.

INTERACTIONS. / neena: i.

LUCK'S NOT A SUPERPOWER. / neena: v1.

616. / neena: v2.

I ALWAYS FORGET WHAT WILSON'S MOST LETHAL WEAPON IS… HIS MOUTH! / deadpool & domino.

#tag dump #SANDBOX LOVE NEVER DIES. / anita & jennifer.#I'M A KICKER. IT EVEN SAYS SO ON MY CHART. / anita lesnicki.#INTERACTIONS. / anita: i.#WE FIGURED THINGS COULD ONLY GET BETTER. WE HAD FAITH. WE WERE FUCKING IDIOTS. / anita: v2.#I'M A DIFFERENT PERSON NOW. A PERSON WHO USES CURSE WORDS & KICKS ORDERLIES & SEES THINGS THAT AREN'T THERE. / anita: musings.#I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO NEEDY LESNICKI IS ANYMORE. / anita: about.#I'VE ALWAYS THOUGHT 'THE SURGEON’ WAS A LITTLE ON THE NOSE. / martin whitly #NO， AS A WHITE MAN. WE’RE TERRIBLE. / martin: about.#THEY DON'T KNOW THE TRUTH. MURDER IS THE ULTIMATE THRILL! / martin: musings.#INTERACTIONS. / martin: i.#LADY LUCK. / neena thurman.#INTERACTIONS. / neena: i.#LUCK'S NOT A SUPERPOWER. / neena: v1.#616. / neena: v2.#I ALWAYS FORGET WHAT WILSON'S MOST LETHAL WEAPON IS… HIS MOUTH! / deadpool & domino.

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smusherina · 1 month

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yard work - chapter 7 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

warnings(s): i feel like the theme is pretty established by now, still homophobia. negative talk about weight. a brief segment about Mr George's A+ parenting. as in, he's bad at it.

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 5 / chapter 6 / chapter 8

You accosted Cady Heron after Ms Norbury's calculus class. You took her by the purse strap and hauled her to the janitor's closet, ignoring all her indignant chirping.

You'd been stewing the whole class, glaring daggers at the back of her stupid orange hair.

"You've crossed a line." You said once the door shut behind you. She was cowering against the wall, looking like a cornered animal. "Those fucking Kälteen bars were too much."

"What? What're you talking about?" She tried to lie, to seem tough like the popular girl she was so desperately trying to be.

"I'm talking about the so-called weight loss bars you gave to Regina." You hissed, stepping closer so you loomed over her. You really wanted to get your point across. "It wasn't very hard to search up what they're really for. You don't mess with someone's body like that."

"She had it coming!" Cady finally relented, looking up at you defiantly. "She- she took Aaron from me and made out with him right in front of me all the time and then she just threw him away!" She yelled, hands clenched to fists and a red flush of rage blotching her freckled face. "All she does is spite me." She added with venom.

"Aaron isn't some trophy for either of you to own." You implored, trying to not react to her raised, aggressive tone. It would be mortifying to cry now. "I'm not saying she didn't do anything wrong, but Cady that's fucked up. You need to apologize."

"Why? Why in the world should I apologize to her? She hasn't apologized to anyone even though she's probably done something to everyone in this hellhole."

"Two wrongs don't make a right. I know that's cliche as hell, but what did you think you'd achieve?"

"We were trying to topple her. Make her lose her status. By making her gain weight, well, she'd get all ugly."

You shivered in repulsion. Regina had already sunken her claws deep into this girl.

"I... I honestly don't know what to say to you." Defeated, you said one last thing: "I'm out. I'm not taking part in your scheming anymore and I don't want to hear about it."

"It's not like you did anything!" Cady huffed.

"Exactly." You sighed. "I didn't do shit." She looked confused at that, but you didn't rightly care.

With that, you stepped out of the closet. This would probably be the only instance you'd step out of the closet, figuratively, in high school. A small victory, maybe.

"What were you doing in the janitor's closet?" You almost bumped into Regina.

Too stunned to hear her speak to you in public, you didn't get to answer before Cady stepped out as well. Her face was still flush and her clothes were a bit messy from you dragging her through the hall.

Regina's expression turned stormy. She seemed to coil back, tension rising in her body as she took stock of the state of you. You could do nothing but stare as she levelled Cady with a murderous look.

When she turned to you, you nearly flinched back. Not only was she angry, furious really, but you'd hurt her. It was clear in the way she was breathing hard and heavy, how she was shuddering the lightest bit, how her lips pinched together. When Regina was angry, only angry, she went cold. It wasn't like this. This was something worse.

"Reg," You tried to say something and went to touch her arm.

"Don't." Don't call me that. Don't touch me. She hissed, hurt turning to fear as she looked around you. People weren't staring, luckily you hadn't caused a scene, but there were always eyes on Regina.

You looked down at your shoes and, with great reluctance, walked away. It was considerably harder to keep from crying now.

Not feeling up to geography, you went to your usual spot. The number of cigarettes you smoked in a day was starting to get a little too much. You couldn't find it in yourself to care now.

Once you arrived behind the bleachers, you tossed your backpack onto the grass and sat on it. The ground was cold and getting colder by the day. Soon enough it'd snow.

What the fuck were you doing? You'd impulsively confronted Cady, angry for Regina's sake, but you hadn't been able to really say anything to her. You'd asked her what she was trying to achieve, and all the while you had no idea of what you wanted.

You wanted everything to be okay. That was vague. You wanted Regina to be not nice, but herself. She wasn't vindictive by nature. You wanted her to apologize, but couldn't open your fucking mouth and say that. You wanted Cady to stay the fuck away from her, same went for Janis and Damien.

You weren't so dumb as to expect you'd be able to convince anyone. You didn't have any weight in these people's lives. You barely existed. For Regina to change, something drastic needed to happen. Something like a fall from grace, you grudgingly admitted. It would change her, but it would also hurt her. You didn't want to do that. Maybe if her dad changed. Then again, even if he changed that wouldn't erase the past. Maybe Cady could move her somehow. Regina had taken her under her wing, after all, though for misguided reasons. Maybe there was something there.

(The pattern was hard to miss. Regina rounding up pretty girls around her. When you no longer measured up to her standards, she got Janis. Then she threw her away. Eventually, she found Karen and Gretchen. Now, Cady was next.)

You heard approaching footsteps and crossed your fingers, hoping it wasn't a teacher. Soon enough, Janis 'Imi'ike appeared before you in all her gothy glory.

"Gimme one." She demanded as she squatted down in front of you.

"That'll be fifty cents." You said back. There was only one person you'd share your pack with for free.

Janis tsked. "Fine." She reached into her pockets and after a bit of rifling handed you a coin. You pocketed it and offered the pack to her.

"Got a lighter?" She asked with the stick in her mouth. You tossed it to her. "Thanks."

You took the lighter back. She didn't say anything for a while. You could appreciate that, even if you didn't want to talk to her at all.

"So, you're out."

"Yup." You took a drag. "Espionage isn't for me."

"Even though you ruined all our plans?" You'd hoped they hadn't realized you were the mole, but you supposed that'd been naïve.

"Yeah. I'm not built for it." You looked at the slowly burning smoke between your fingers. "Y'know, you're not so different."

"What? Me and who?" She adjusted on her perch. The black eyeliner around her eyes made them look huge.

"Regina." She looked about ready to punch you. "What she did to you was evil, I know. It's not about that."

"Then what is it about?" She took an angry drag. It looked ridiculous. Sucking on the filter hard enough to scrunch her lips. You closed your eyes for a moment to not be so amused by it.

"You want revenge 'cause you were wronged. Regina, she..." You didn't want to sell her vulnerabilities to her mortal enemy, but you wanted to try and reach Janis. "She's been hurt too. It's not the same, exactly, but she's not doing this because she's rotten inside."

"You don't know shit," Janis snarled, cig nearly snapping in half in her tight grip. "You're just trying to sympathise-"

"Yes, I'm trying to sympathise with her, is that so wrong?" You interrupted her, frustrated she wasn't listening to you. Or maybe she was and just not liking what she heard. If that were the case, your words meant nothing and you were a fool for trying. Still, you kept going.

"This one time, Reg and I- I mean, Regina and I,-" You knew it was futile to hope Janis hadn't noticed your slip-up. "We were climbing the apple trees in their backyard. We had a great time, sitting up there and eating the small, sour apples, just being kids. When we got back, though, we ran into Mr George.

"Regina had on a white sundress. It was covered in grass stains and bits of tree bark. Mr George got so angry. He started yelling right in her ear, I don't even remember what he said. I was so afraid. Regina just stood there, staring at nothing. We were holding hands and she just went limp. It was as if she was used to it, like she knew exactly what to do.

"Then, he told her to get the dress to Mrs George immediately. And no dessert that day. As soon as we got away from him, I burst out crying. Poor Regina didn't know how to console me, so she just took me to her mom. She was sorting laundry in the mudroom, I think, and as soon as she saw us she just said: "Rick yelled?" Like it was so normal. Regina started crying then too."

You took a drag. "I can't stop you from seeking revenge. But I guess I'm asking you to. I'm asking the same of her. She doesn't need to take her revenge against the world, either."

Janis picked at her nailpolish. All black except for the ring finger, which was a shoddy rainbow. "If you think that sob story's gonna convince me, think again. So what, her dad yelled at her so it's okay for her to, hmm, let's go down the list, uhhh, belittle her supposed friends, degrade random passers-by, steal boyfriends like it's a hobby, breed eating disorders, and so on. Riddle me that."

"Where do you think Regina learned to treat others the way she does? Where did she learn that in order to be safe, she needed to be above everybody, that she needed to be in command at all times? Where did she learn that she needed to be mean to gain that authority? Not just mean, but vicious and cruel and fucking scathing." You raved, voice rising. "Riddle me that, Janis."

"Her daddy issues don't take away the choices she's made!"

"No, they don't, but they explain them. Doesn't intent make any difference to you?"

"You're seriously telling me she didn't intend to ruin my life when she told everybody in school that I was a lesbian?"

"I'm telling you she's a bad person, a flawed person, but redeemable. I'm not asking you to change your opinion, I'm asking you not to take this stupid revenge idea any further." You paused to take a breath. "Janis, I'm... I'm a lesbian too. She's not inherently bad."

"What?" Her voice was like a whisper.

"Yeah. I came out to her when we were, like, eleven." You'd known so early because you'd been crushing on your best friend. Wonder who that'd been. "Looking back on it now, I think she ditched me for you."

"And then she left me too, fucked me over, and moved on to her next victim." Janis looked shell-shocked. Did you really pass as straight so well? Or was her gaydar all wonky? "She- she didn't tell anybody?"

"No, I don't think so. I've never gotten any shit for it. Or, well, I have 'cuz I look pretty butch, but not like that."

Janis just looked at you, cigarette burning away. You took a pointed drag. She copied you.

"She's not homophobic. She just didn't like me." Janis said, mostly to herself it seemed. You couldn't tell what she was thinking or if this information had changed anything.

"Does that make it better or worse?"

"I don't know. It still hurts." You could understand that. "I need to talk to Damien about this."

"Don't spread any of this around." She looked at you sharply. "Obviously you're gonna tell him, I didn't mean that."

"Well. Good." She stood up and stretched her legs. "I'll think about your proposition." She said as she stumped the cig out with her boot.

You scoffed. "Bye." Proposition.

Her consideration would have to be enough for you. You stumped your own smoke as well. There was little time left to contemplate lighting a new one when yet another client came to your outdoor office. You could start charging visitors with the amount of people coming in and out of your alcove.

Regina stood above you, face still conveying not-good things, but the glassy surface of her eyes had disappeared.

"Move aside." She commanded. You shuffled off of your backpack obediently, planting your ass on the damp grass without complaint. Her pants were more expensive anyway.

"I was telling Cady she'd overstepped." You blurted before she could get a word out. "I'm sorry if it was, like, a bad move I just... I felt like I needed to say something."

"Yeah, well, that was stupid. You shouldn't have made it seem like you knew me." You winced sadly. "I don't need you to defend my honour. And you also totally ruined any leverage I had with that."

"I'm sorry." You kept your head down, looking intently at the grass.

"Hmm." She just hummed. You couldn't read her like you usually could, preoccupied with keeping yourself calm. "What are you doing for Thanksgiving?"

Confused by the sudden topic change, you looked at her. She was leaning her elbow on her knee, her temple on her fist. She had on a little smile, like she hadn't just shamed you. You should've probably been relieved. She wasn't mad. But you were still in it.

"Uh, I'm..." You shrugged, trying to regulate. "Dad isn't coming home, if that's what you're asking."

"Okay, you're coming to mine for Thanksgiving." She said so easily. "Mom will be thrilled."

"What? Thanksgiving at the Georges?"

"That sounds like a shitty TV show. Like Seinfeld."

"I'm serious, Regina." You swallowed. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"It'll be fine. If you act like you did the other night, everybody will be charmed." She grinned like that was an inside joke between you two. "Only my aunt and cousin, mom's side, are coming. I think you've met Riley. Aunt Josie is cool."

You were starting to feel sick. You knew her, at least thought you knew her, but her switching up how she treated you whenever she felt like it was getting tiring. What did she want from you? How were you supposed to act? Could you even ask without her getting mad or you embarrassing yourself?

You had conviction in that you liked her, wanted to protect her, and would be on her side, but was that enough? Did you have enough strength to sustain the rollercoaster that was Regina George? It felt as if there was no other option than to keep riding. You couldn't exactly jump off unless you were prepared for certain death.

"I've met Riley." Your tone must've been telling of how drained you were feeling. Regina tilted her head at you.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, just tired." You didn't want to be around people for the rest of the day. You wished you could just go home, nap, and have Regina there. Your Reggie, a little bitchy but funny, the side of her she only seemed to show when you were in private.

"You could go home." Her suggestion was tempting.

"No, dad's gonna yell at me again if I skip any more classes." He'd already called you earlier that month. It hadn't been pleasant, to put it nicely. Fifteen minutes of him berating you over the phone felt like a split second compared to the hour-long rants he'd go on when he was home. So, it could've been worse.

"I'll come over to yours later." She stated rather than asked. Obviously, you had to say yes, however reluctantly. "We could go shopping, too."

"You'd take me shopping?" Now that was new. You couldn't help but be a little pleased by that.

"Grocery shopping."

Oh.

"Mom says it's best to get some of the ingredients for Thanksgiving early." Regina recounted, crossing her arms and leaning against the metal backing. Your backpack had her elevated so she was a little above you. A change in pace.

Even her lower chin looked good. Damn.

"This early, though?"

"You know her. She's neurotic."

"Maybe a little bit."

"So, you'll come?" Resigned, you nodded. "I'll come to yours and we'll go."

"Why aren't we taking your car?"

"It's too recognisable. Duh." Yeah. Of course. How could you forget? "We're going pretty late, too. Less foot traffic."

You hummed. It wasn't as if you could change society. Even if things were different with Regina, you still couldn't be seen getting too cosy with her. You could like her from a distance and that was that. You could be a good friend and that should've been plenty. Really, above anything, you wanted her to be happy. With or without you.

That thought grated on you. You didn't want to lose her. You weren't sure if your choices made it so that you already had.

Why did everything have to be so hard?

Notes: This was originally supposed to be the climax chapter, but it seems we're still climbing. Next chapter then! Look forward to it :)

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