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Harley D. Dixon 2
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"You want me to sing tonight, chicken?"
It's way past my bed-time. The sky looks like a giant film of blue cellophane above us, with millions of little white holes poked through. I pick out the shiniest one, 'cause that one's my Momma. Then I realise I gotta pick one out for Uncle Merle, now, too, so I pick the one right next to Momma's and wish him goodnight in my head.
After my Dad dragged all our stuff further into the woods, because we shouldn't sleep next to people we don't trust, we curled up in his camping chair and we haven't moved since. I'm wrapped up in a grubby gray blanket that I think used to be white, 'cause it's all we got, and I'm wearing two pairs of socks plus my Dad's jacket but it's still cold. I feel like a baby joey in a Momma kangaroo's pouch. Through the trees, I can see the main camp's fires all glittering like tiny orange fireflies and I can hear 'em all laughing. I think they're celebrating. Me and my Dad — We're mourning.
Tomorrow, they're heading back to the city to look for my Uncle Merle, even though we all know he's dead already. He's dead and he's gone and he ain't never coming back, so why does my Daddy wanna go get killed, too? Don't he know I need him?
"I don't wanna go to sleep."
"Well," He reminds me, "Sometimes it don't matter what little girls want. I'm sayin' it's time to sleep, so it's time to sleep."
If he wanted to talk about it, I'd tell him that I don't wanna go to sleep because it means that when I wake up, it'll be the day my Daddy either dies in the city or he doesn't, and then I'll be all alone forever. I don't wanna pick a star out for my Dad. But I don't tell him any of this.
"Now, you want me to sing, or not?" He asks me again.
"I said," And half-way through I'm huffing this out, I know I've made a mistake, but I keep goin', anyway, because at least if I make him super angry, he might wanna talk. Unlike Officer Rick, my Dad is easy to make angry. "I don't wanna go to sleep."
I feel his stomach fill with air underneath me. "Scuse me?"
I twist to face him. Half his face is glowing from the fire, and the other half is glowing just from how mad he is.
"I... don't... wanna," I spell it out real slow. That's what people do when someone's not listenin' properly. "Go... to... sleep."
I hear main camp laughing again. For just a second, I wish I was over there, instead.
I look my Dad in the eye. It's really hard.
"You lookin' for a spanking, Harley Dixon?"
"No," My voice wobbles.
"'Cause you keep back-chattin' me, that's where you're headed."
"But—"
"What I just say?"
I snap my mouth shut like a kettle lid. Does he even have the words in him? Do I gotta beat on his chest 'till they come flying out? Do I gotta kick and yell and scream 'till he can't hold 'em in anymore? What do I gotta do to make him talk? How am I meant to like it over here, in this lonely camp with no Momma and no Uncle and maybe after tomorrow, no Dad, neither?
"Quit that look, Harley Dixon. I'm warnin' you."
"No."
"You really gonna make me repeat myself?"
I snap.
"Maybe I'on care!" I shout. We're both shocked. Then, he's about to lay me over his knee and whoop me 'till I'm black and blue, but I don't stop for nothin'. "Maybe I'on give a crap! I said I don't wanna go to sleep, so why you makin' me? I don't wanna! Uncle Merle's dead! He's dead and you don't even care!"
"How can you say tha—"
"You don't care because you're goin' back to the city tomorrow and you're gonna die, and I'm gonna be alone again, and you don't even care! Uncle Merle is dead! Just like Momma, he's dead!"
"We don't know that, Harley."
"Yeah, we do! Rick killed 'im, and now he's dead."
"That ain't true. Harley, you listen—"
He grabs my arms, but I smack him away. He gets angrier.
He points a finger in my face. "Do not fuckin' hit me, girl."
"I'on care."
Now he really grabs me, and it's so tight I can't smack him at all, or wriggle, or even look away. I see two miniature versions of our campfire in his eyes, burning away. It's a familiar look. I start to cry. I wish I wasn't here. I wanna be in main camp, where they're laughing.
"You stop this bullshit right now, Harley." He says, low. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but if it don't stop right this second, you're gonna regret it. You understand? Don't you ever hit me again. I'm leavin' tomorrow, and that's final."
"But why?"
"'Cause I'm choosin' to believe in yer Uncle Merle. You heard what all them said. There's a chance he ain't dead, and that's a chance I'm gonna take, because I'm a Dixon. Dixons look out for each other." He gives me a little shake. "If it were either one of us in that city, he'd be raisin' Hell on his way there already. Now, I don't wanna hear another word outcher mouth 'bout this. No more tears, neither. Got it?"
It's still not good enough. I want more.
"You wouldn't go back for Momma." I mutter, before I even realise that's what I've chosen to say. Somehow, that's the worst thing I've told my Dad all night, and I didn't even need to shout it. We stare at each other for a bit. "You wouldn't go back for her. You killed her."
I promised I'd never bring it up again, but there it is. I said it.
I think I might throw up again.
Just like that, our argument is over. He doesn't say anything, and then I don't say anything, either, and the not-saying-anything keeps going until we're back to sitting against each other in silence. The moon is high in the trees, now. One by one, the orange blips in the distance die. The chatter gets quieter and quieter until it's gone, and then me and my Dad are truly alone. He holds me tight, but it doesn't feel nice like it did before. It just feels like we're back to square one, because we are, and everything is a little to the left. Like when you get a pebble in the corner of your shoe, and you gotta walk a little funny to pretend it's not there, but it is, and you can feel it, and you hate it.
"You want me to sing for you, chicken?"
This time, I just say yes.
I watch the cube van drive into the distance until it's a white speck.
Dale stands next to me, even after everyone else has shuffled back to camp. "You've probably heard this from ten other people by now," Dale says, holding onto the strap of his heavy sniper rifle, "But your Dad? Well, he's going to be just fine. Toughest man in camp, I'd say."
My Dad, he's tough as nails, and he could shoot a walnut off a fencepost from a mile away, but he's also just a man. He's just skin and bones and blood like everyone else, like me, like deer and squirrels, and a bite from a dead person will kill him just the same. I don't say this to Dale.
He doesn't seem to mind. "Do you remember your first day here?"
A strange thing to ask. 'Course I remember. "What about it?"
"Things were a little more desperate, back then. We'd just ran out of our last tin of beans. People were hungry. I remember your Dad spent the whole morning telling people to leave him alone, because everybody was just begging him to go hunting. I think I did, too." Dale laughs. "One by one, he shot them all down. We were all so sure we'd have to start rationing. Then, the next morning, I go to wash my face behind the RV, and what do I see? Your Dad, dinged up and covered in sweat, dragging this... just... huge, simply huge... deer, into camp. I was gobsmacked. I remember thinking, 'who on Earth could have possibly convinced this stubborn man to go hunting'? Then, later in the day, I see him handing you a bowl of fried deer meat, happy as a clam, and that's when I knew he did it all for you. Tooth and nail, he made sure you were fed. And that's how I know he's coming back."
I think about all the times my Dad's done somethin' like that for me, like with Ronnie, and I feel a little better. My Momma once said my Dad would crawl back out of Hell on hot coals for me, and that I should never forget that. I feel bad for forgetting.
"I didn't tell him I love him, before he left." I admit to Dale. "I was real mean to him last night. I wish I told him."
"That's okay," Dale bumps my shoulder, and when I look up, there's a smile in his white beard. He winks. "I think he knows. Dads always know."
Something about Dale's cheeky attitude makes me giggle. I think I believe him.
"Now, lucky for us, we're certainly not short on food around here anymore. So, how about we go get you some breakfast?"
The day goes by like it always does, 'cause it don't know any better.
I can see Amy and Andrea fishing from the bank of the lake. Their boat looks like a little grain of salt in the middle of a giant green coin.
I'm up to my knees in the water. I'm trying to catch frogs. I'm missing. Shane and Carl are here, too, because even though we ate a whole sleeve of cheese and onion crackers for breakfast, Officer Shane says frog legs are gonna be all the rave, soon, when the peaches and jerky run out. We told him that's super gross, but he just smacked his lips and told us to grab our hats. We gotta do things like this, now. Things like sharing one tube of toothpaste, and only using two squares of toilet paper when you gotta go, and the adults gotta try and make it sound fun.
I hear Carl somewhere down the rocks, going awww and man 'cause he keeps missing, too. All I know 'bout Carl is he can't spell 'adventure'.
"Hey, man, it happens. How you doin' over there, Harley?" Officer Shane asks me. "You managed to catch any of the little suckers yet?"
"No, not yet." I say. "But I can see 'em."
When we first got down here, Shane asked us kids to provide a little muscle for him. Shane's got plenty of muscle, already. He was just kiddin'. He does that a lot, and his laugh is real loud. He also gives high fives that knock you on your butt, and he's got a heavy walk and a dog tag. I think he must have taught little league, or somethin', before, 'cause he talks like a teacher. All fun and games, but also lots of rules. Like how if you say a bad word, he flicks you on the ear and tells you to mind your language.
I'm still not used to any of these people talking to me. I think they're just glad I ain't biting and hitting on them, anymore.
"How many's in there?" Shane wades over to me.
The only reason I trust Shane is because he's an adult, and adults can be trusted.
I count the frogs. "Um... Three."
"Three? Hm, talk about a gold mine, huh?" He laughs and, yep, it's real loud. "Let's see if I can't help you out here."
He sets our bucket down, which has two wet frogs slipping around inside it.
He rubs his hands together. "C'mon, girl. Let's catch us some frog legs."
He says they eat frog legs in France. I never knew that before today. French people are weirdos.
"You gotta get 'em quick, 'cause they're quicker." I warn Shane. It's something my Dad says 'bout squirrels and possums, so I say it now, too.
"Sure are." Shane agrees. "How 'bout I scare 'em out, and you try grabbin' one?"
"With my hands?"
"What? You plannin' on using your feet?" Shane grins, and he splashes me. I giggle. "C'mon. Get ready."
Officer Shane rolls up his blue sleeves. I take three long steps backward and squat a little, like I'm playin' basketball or somethin', and then Shane grabs the metal bucket and clangs it against the rocks, and all three of the fat froggies come bursting out into the water like wind-up toys. I almost panic — almost — but that's what idiots do, so I steel myself, which means I'm not an idiot. I lunge at the closest frog and wrap my hands around the green blob it makes under the ripples.
When I pull my hands out, I realise I've caught it. It's real wriggly and its skin is cold.
I jump a little, smiling wide. "Look, Shane! I got one!"
"Way to go, Harley!" Shane says, and if I pretend hard enough, it sounds like my Dad's accent praising me instead. "Look at you!"
I drop the frog in the bucket. I hear cheering, and when I look out, I see it's Amy and Andrea. They're clapping. I guess they were watching. Carl comes hopping over, too, and tells me I did a good job. I know he's a bastard cop, and I know his friend murdered my Uncle, but maybe Shane ain't so bad. He makes me miss my teachers. Maybe this group ain't so bad. Maybe, maybe, maybe.
We call it a day after that, and we squeeze out all the water in our clothes on the gravel shore.
"C'mon, y'all," Shane says, "Time to haul butt back to camp."
What he really means to say is ass.
The sky goes from blue to purple, and soon, it'll be black.
We're gonna have a feast tonight. A fish feast.
Dale, who's sitting up on the RV, because he's like a barnacle on a boat, reads us a poetry book while we scrape scales off of fish with plastic spoons. After the book runs out, we pop cassettes in the radio. It's nothin' like what my Dad listens to. It's too nice.
I try really hard not to think about my stomach. It hurts real bad, which is what happens when you're nervous. I realise, a little guiltily, that I almost haven't thought about my Daddy or my Uncle Merle all day, until just now. I say sorry to them in my head, because I didn't do it on purpose, I promise. I was just focused on other things, like doing dishes, and getting my hair brushed by Lori, and strippin' fish skin. It was easy, during the day. But it's gettin' late, now, and every minute that goes by, I'm closer to being the only kid in camp with nobody to tuck me into bed.
I'm standing on a crate, which means I'm almost as tall as all the ladies. Makes me feel a little better. All women remind me of my Momma.
Maybe if I ask, Lori can tuck me in tonight.
"Hey, Harley, you're doin' real good over there." Jacqui tells me. The sun's on her shoulder. "Doin' better than me, at least."
I mumble a thank you, because it's good manners. I done dressed plenty of fish before. It's easy. Like peelin' bananas.
"Our Dad used to take us girls fishing all the time." Andrea tells us. "Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, you name it. We were out on the water."
"Sounds fun," Lori says. "I always wanted to go fishing with Rick and Carl, but it never happened. We were indoor people."
Jacqui laughs. "Not anymore, you're not."
Lori makes a face. "You don't gotta tell me twice."
"What about you, Harley?" Asks Amy. "Your Dad ever take you fishing?"
There it is again; my stomach climbing up the back of my throat like a balloon. "Uh," I mumble. "Yeah. A lot."
Carol asks me, "You like it? Being on the water?"
"It's okay if you don't." Amy scrunches up her nose, smiling. "I was never that into it. Motion sickness 'n all."
I'm about to say no, I didn't like it, but something stops me. It's true, I never liked stabbing the alive worms on the hook, or gettin' sunscreen smeared all over my face, or carrying all them heavy buckets full of crayfish and bluegills back to the truck, but that doesn't matter. I was with my Dad. And I liked that. So, "I liked it," I say. "We went every weekend, in Dad's boat. It was sorta old, but he liked it a whole lot. He let me name it."
Lori smiles. Lori loves when people tell nice stories. "What'd you choose?"
"I named it after our old dog." I tell her. Hey, I'm smiling. "His name was Tank. So, Dad's boat was, 'The Tank'."
Lori pouts. She loves animals, too. "Aw. That's nice. We had a dog."
"What was his name?"
"Fido," She scoffs. "You can thank Carl for that one."
"I can't imagine Daryl lettin' anybody tell him what to do," Amy chuckles. "He's always so grouchy."
Dale must be eavesdropping, because he leans over his fold-out chair and calls down to us, "Now, now, remember that time with the deer?"
The story he told me this morning, to make me feel better.
All at once, the women start giggling together, and nodding, yes, they do remember that time with the deer. I catch it, like a stomach bug, and I start giggling, too, because I guess it is kinda funny. My Dad, with his squinty eyes and angry mouth and big, scarred fists, doin' whatever I tell him to. I never saw it like that, because it's always the other way 'round. For the first time today, I'm thinking of my Dad, and it doesn't hurt, not one bit.
"Like a gaggle of geese over there," Shane shakes his head from the fire. He's laughin', too. Bunch of eavesdroppers, these people. "Get back to work!"
"Yes, sir!" Andrea salutes, rolling her eyes.
We can't stop giggling.
The fish fry is, basically, a family barbeque.
My dinner is hot, and greasy, and it's even got yellow rice and onions in it, like takeaway. Takeaway is always good. Around the fire, all I see are happy faces and all I hear are jokes, and gasps, and laughter. They're talking about college, and how Lori used to wear the ugliest skirts, and how, yes, Shane can confirm, he was there to see it and, no, it wasn't pretty. When I look through the trees, I imagine me and my Daddy's sad little camp on the other side, abandoned. I was right. It is better over here. I hope he would think so, too.
"W— Hey! They were in style, back then!" Lori holds her fork up, like a pointing finger. "Everyone was wearin' them!"
"Oh, I remember." Shane shakes his head. "N— No, listen, I remember, alright! So short it was like a damn belt!"
Amy slides off her tennis shoe and launches it at Shane's legs. "You can't argue with fashion, Shane!"
He laughs. "Oh, that's what that was? Fashion?"
"Hey, I got some pretty nasty pictures of you with that damn perm on your head, so you might wanna quit while you're ahead." Lori sasses.
We all picture Shane with a mop of curly poodle hair, prolly posing like He-Man, and we all roar with laughter again.
Up until the very last grain of rice gets eaten, we talk about everything and anything, because stories are all we got to give each other anymore, Dale says. Dale talks about how he planned to take a trip around the state with his wife, in their RV, but she passed away before it could happen. So, when the world ended, he was in a gas station, buying ice creams and lookin' at maps, 'cause he was doin' the trip on his own. He says he's glad that all the small decisions he's made in life has led him to this quarry, with these people. Everybody calls him a sap, but he gets a side-hug from Jacqui. He smiles over the fire at me. Andrea and Amy talk more about their Dad.
I talk about the tyre swing I used to have, in my yard. Shange suggests building one here, too.
Jim talks a little about his old job as a mechanic. Morales talks about how much he misses his recliner.
"Aw, man, I'm telling you," He groans, like he's in a deep, deep pain. "It was remote-controlled, and it had blue-tooth, and everything."
Shane slaps him on the back. "Too bad the world ended; Had to get off your fat ass!"
More and more warm, silly laughter.
It's around us kid's bed-time when Dale checks his watch.
The other kids all complain straight away, but we get dragged away, anyway. I can hear my Daddy's voice in my head, telling me sometimes it don't matter what little girls want. Lori and Carol take us around the back of Shane's Jeep, where all the bathroom stuff gets kept, like the gallon jugs of water, the towels, and stuff Glenn brings back from runs. We brush our teeth, and splash our hair with water, and use baby wipes on our armpits.
I can see the tippy-tops of the city's tallest buildings from here, like skinny black popsicle sticks in the smog. I keep lookin' back, for my Dad.
I'm lookin' right now. Everyone else is trying to find Sophia's hairbrush in one of the bags, but I'm not helping. I can't look away.
There's a figure, stumbling up the road.
At first, I think it's my Dad, somehow. When you're expecting somethin' so much and for so long, and with all your heart, it's the first thing you think of. Even if it makes no sense. If they were really back, they'd all be together; Glenn, T-Dog, Daddy, and Rick, because my Daddy would make them all stick together, 'cause he's smart like that. But the shadow's alone. And he's got a limp. Just a little one. He hop-shuffle-hop-shuffles closer to us. No, no it's not my Dad. There's no crossbow; no big boots, no backpack. The shoulders aren't wide enough. Actually, the shoulders aren't wide at all. They're droopy. Too droopy, like they're... like they're melting off the bone, like hot cheese melts off pizza.
I hear a gurgle through the night. That's when it all makes sense.
"Walkers!"
And one second after that, the fish feast goes to Hell.
Someone snatches my wrist. We go rushing back into camp, where there's people, and lights, and noise. And shouting. Lots and lots of shouting; so much shouting it's like being stuck inside a beehive. I see flashes of legs and t-shirts and hands pulling me around, toward the bonfire. The bonfire must be brighter than a lighthouse out here, in the dark. Suddenly, I'm noticing everything wrong with the fish fry. The smells, the noise. I'm remembering my Daddy's rules, 'bout how loud is dangerous and dangerous is stupid and oh God — I can hear Amy shrieking like a piglet, near the RV. I hear shotguns pumping and bullets exploding and sloppy plops of skin falling of the dead people afterwards. I'm screaming.
The bag — The emergency bag, the one in our tent. I should grab it, right? That's what I'm supposed to do, right? So we can live?
"Lori!" Shane's hollering. "Carl! Harley! Where are you?"
"We're over here!" Lori cries.
"Start moving!"
Everywhere, everywhere, legs, legs, legs, all rotten and slimy and dead. Then, a gap, filled with darkness. The tent is out there. The bag.
I can make it. I know I can.
"Harley!"
That's Lori, screaming like she's never screamed before, because I just broke away from her, and I can feel something hot sliding down my arm, and it must be blood, 'cause she must have ripped my arm open with her short razor nails. I run straight for the gap in the wall of dead people, and I throw myself past them, like they're bowling pins and I'm the ball, and then I'm on the other side, in the dark, dark woods, running, running, running, all by myself. I remember the path to our camp. Big rock, little tree, old fence. It's all there, it's just covered in night.
I hear Shane yelling for me, and Morales, too, and more screaming, more dying.
A dead man slams into me. We go tumbling into the branches and the leaves, and then down a little hill, and then into a ditch. I smack his growling face away from mine, and I kick his stomach, and I wriggle away. The dirt is slipping away from underneath me, like dust, but the roots are easy to climb so I climb those, and the dead man follows me out. He's swiping at my ankles, scampering for my legs, slobbering on his lips.
His nails catch my arm.
I see the tent.
I'm running again, but only for a second. It's my pants. They're stuck. The dead man's grabbing onto them. I kick his fingers off.
"Get away," I grunt.
The pebbly ground barks under my shoes when I tear off again, and it only takes a couple heartbeats for me to reach my Dad's camping chair, and then the black fire pit, and then the truck, and then the tent. I rip open the zipper and fall inside. The bag, the bag, the bag. I scramble for my Dad's sleeping cot, and drop to my knees, and pat around all the spare shirts and pants and socks and blankets he's got stuffed under here, praying, please God, it's gotta be here, like he says it is. My fingers hit something soft, then something hard. A buckle. I grab. I pull.
It's the bag. It's the bag, with the compass and the rope and the matches. I did it.
A branch cracks. I look over my shoul—
The dead man crashes on top of me, all two hundred pounds, through the tent lining. He squirms against me like a finger in a glove.
I scuttle backward as fast I can, under the cot. The dead man flops and turns and twists until he finds the tent opening, and he slithers inside, 'cause he's a hungry animal and I'm his food. An electric lamp clicks on underneath my foot. The dead man's shadow gets projected onto all four of the tent walls; big, like the bogeyman. I hug the bag like a teddy bear and then that's it, and there's nowhere else to go. His fingers reach for me, and they look like big, black, dead spiders, all curled up. I see his face, now. It's shredded. It's beaten.
It's Sophia's Dad.
Something clamps around my shoe, and it's his teeth. A whole row of thick, white teeth. A bite.
I squeeze my eyes closed and hope my shoe's thick enough to keep me safe. There's nothin' else I can do.
Then, a great, big bang.
Then, hot, slippery puddles of blood, and little bits of neck and skin and jaw, splattered across my face. He slumps. Is it over? It's over? His head's cracked open like an egg, and his brains are leaking out like yolk. There's a bullet hole between my two feet. That means — That means someone shot his shadow, through the tent. Only someone with a very good shot could have made that, without killing me at the same time. I claw my way out from under all the blankets, and the body, and the cot. I can hear voices shouting, Oh Fuck, Oh God, and, Where are you, baby, and, If you hit my daughter, I will fucking end you.
The electric lamp flutters off.
The tent is ripped open.
I look up. I'm blinded by big, white circles of flashlight light. Someone gasps.
My chin crumples 'cause I'm crying, like a little baby.
Rick's standin' there, Sherriff's hat on, revolver smoking. Shane's there, too, wild-eyed, and very, very sweaty, with a shotgun. There's Glenn, panting. They look at the blood on the blankets, and the blood on my face, and their dead friend on the floor, with half a head. Then, they see the scratches on my arm, and for some reason, some of them look like they're about to throw up all over themselves. But the person in front, the person that got here first, that's my Dad. It's my Dad, and he's alive. He doesn't even stop to look, like the others. He doesn't care.
"Harley," He chokes, like he's been punched, and he drops to his knees in front of me. He presses me into his chest. He's alive. He's alive.
I'm alive.
"Daddy," I cough-sob, 'cause I can't help it.
I only ever call him Daddy instead of Dad in my head, or when I'm really, really upset.
He must notice, 'cause the hug gets tighter; safer. "Baby, I'm here. You're alright. You're alright. S'alright, now."
I bury my face in his sweaty, stinky, dirt-smeared neck, and I never wanna come back out. I sob and I sob and I sob, and I sob some more. He pets my hair and shushes me, like how he does when I get nightmares. We rock back and forth. I sob, sob, sob.
Someone says my Dad's name real weird, like they're boutta keel over, and only then I remember me and my Dad aren't the only two people in the world. Footsteps crinkle on the tent canvas. Someone kneels next to me. It's Rick. He takes off his hat and sucks in a breath, glances at the others — He steels himself — and then he gently grabs my green sleeve, and I wriggle into my Dad, who's lettin' him do this, and he slides it up my arm. Fresh claw marks, and blood, pouring down my skin. We stare at my arm for a long time. They glance at Sophia's Dad. Why are we staring at my arm?
I look at Rick. I look at Glenn; at Shane. I look at my Dad. He's gone white as a ghost.
"Harley, what is that?" He whispers to me.
I look back at my arm. It's just some stupid scratches. I wipe 'em away, 'cause I want 'em gone. "It's nothin'."
"Harley," He says again, this time with a very clear, very angry, no-nonsense voice. "You look me in the eye. What is that?"
Something is very, very wrong.
Glenn has to walk away.
"Wh—?" I shake my head, sniffing. Why do I feel like I'm in trouble? I didn't do nothin' wrong. "It's nothin'. Lori, she scratched me."
"It was Lori?" Rick raises his eyebrows, like it's very, very important that I'm not lying right now.
I'm not lying. Rick, he's a liar, but not me.
"Uh-huh." I nod hard, so they believe me. "It was Lori. H— He got me, too, I think, but it don't hurt. I promise. He ain't do it too hard."
I didn't say the right thing.
They're all looking at each other. They're speaking without talking, and I don't like it.
"Daddy, what's goin' on?" I'm mumbling now, 'cause I only want my Daddy to hear me, 'cause I'm scared. I'm really scared. I don't know what I did wrong, and I don't know what they're thinking about, but I'm sorry, and I'll never do it again. I was so busy worrying about the teeth in my shoe that I wasn't thinking about anything else. I think I should've been, though, and I'm sorry I wasn't. I'm sorry. All I know is that I'm sorry. I don't know why, but I'm sorry. Daddy picks me up, even though he's told me over and over I'm too old for that, now. He's shuddering.
"We'll check Lori's nails." Rick tells him, nice and steady. His police-man voice. "If there's blood under them—"
"This bastard's got blood unn'er his nails!" Dad gives Sophia's Dad a hard kick in the head. I shriek. "The stupid fuck! It don't fuckin' matter!"
"It does matter. It does." Rick keeps saying. "We can't make any conclusions. Not 'til then. We just can't."
"You wanna talk 'conclusions', officer? Let's talk 'conclusions'."
"Daryl, we'll figure this out."
"How the Hell did y'all even let this fuckin' happen?" Dad yells. "You're like a fuckin' bad luck charm, you people!"
"This is nobody's fault." Rick says, but he sounds like he knows he's lying.
I can hear people panicking far away, back at camp, in whispers. Glenn ran back there a few minutes ago.
"First my brother, now my—?" Dad cuts himself off. He's about to cry.
Nobody's got anything to say.
We listen to the sounds of leaves rustling and crickets chirping and the distant yelling and the breeze and my Daddy's big strong heartbeat, which is goin' buh-bump, buh-bump, buh-bump under my ear, real, real fast.
Shane steps forward, but it's all over already.
This is what it was like the night Tank got put down. I realise that I'm like Tank. Tank was dying. I'm a dying dog. The scratches on my arm, I get it now. They're from the dead man and they're from Lori at the exact same time, and until we know which it is, that means I'm dying. He scratched me — I remember, now. He got me. He did. I don't wanna be dying. I was alive just a second ago. I swear I was.
Unlike yesterday, Daddy doesn't bat Rick off when puts a hand on his shoulder. Something changed in the city today. I think we're all one team, now, even if my Daddy likes to bite and snap and blame. There's no more line between them and us. There's not two camps, anymore. Only one.
The stars are bright, tonight. I watch them twinkle over my Dad's head.
"If this happens," Daddy's voice cracks. "Every single one of you are gonna be real, real sorry."
Author's Note. Yep, you guessed it, Jim survives! And Harley is the one that gets attacked.
No more ominous hole-digging for you, Jim. Sorry.
Phew. This took a long time to write. I had to re-work almost every scene about four times, because some things just weren't working, and I had to delete some others. It all worked out in the end, though. Here we are with chapter two.
Please let me know what you think! :)
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'Scuse me, just going to dump this onto Woven Song for a second-
*A thousand more re-reads and plans for making a fanart piece of each scene that I enjoyed in every chapter*
And!
*All the extra kudos I couldn't send through Ao3*
Literally, my favorite fic to read when I am tired and need to recharge.
It's my comfort fic and no one can take it away from me! YOU WILL HAVE TO PRY AWAY THIS FIC FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS!!!!
*hisses at anyone who tries to take away fic from me*
Not me literally about to cry because i was doubting my writing yesterday and today and my skills to write a story . perfectionism be damned.
I really just want to make a nice story with some angst here and there to spice up the plot. i dont want anything to be wrong, i dont want to accidentally fuck something up because i wasnt aware of something.
i overthink constantly like "what if that was wrong, what if people are going to be mad at me bc this character is a little ooc. what if im going to get people mad at me like the author of repeated consequences? what if im doing something wrong because i was oblivious again (its happened before in private settings because i was sheltered from alot of topics instead of being taught the right things. i had to learn it all on my own)
I do reaserch and i try to make something people can find genuine comfort in. ive gotten so scared because the fic is getting more popular and im so happy people love it but it also makes me scared.
so thank you so much. you and all the people who support Tangled star. you genuinly make my day. all of you that comment, all of you that encourage me. you all make me smile so much.
again. thank you <3 and im so glad i can share my story with you all <33333333333
and thank you moondrop im going to be rereading this all day :') <3333
oh okay there we go you made me cry-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa/pos
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The journey home
It was final. The day had come where you had to finally say goodbye to the closest circle you had. For 2 months you had to live in another country, no more trips to anfield, parties at thiagos House or days waiting for kostas to come out of training, now it was the international break. You loved the international break, it was a time you could spend days travelling to different countries whilst supporting your boyfriend playing for his home team. Being in greece was a home away from home for you, it was perfect.
Since the parade yesterday you could of done with an extra hour in bed or be able to set your alarm to snooze but that wasn't possible, instead you where up bright an early strolling around security at the airport.
"Babe do you want something to eat?" You asked sitting opposite your boyfriend next to the huge window decorated with planes and busy workers going through there shift.
"No I think I will be sick" kostas replied back with his head in his hands at the thought of keeping a piece of food down. Kostas didn't mean to drink so much yesterday it just happened. He had started with a light beer, then abit more and then the next thing he knew he was falling up your stairs at home. He was never someone to get drunk regularly but you where sure he had made up for every party he had ever missed out on.
"Charming" you said with a laugh as you watched his messy hair sit wildly under is hat. Kostas was never someone to be down, quiet, or tired but seeing him like this made you want to hold him in your arms and never let go.
"I think im going to fall apart" he mumbled to you with his face crushed against the table and his hands gripping onto the hard wood. You knew this would happen, he werent used to the after math and now it was happening he thought he was dieing.
"Drama queen" you replied back with a giggle whilst tracing the bones within his fingers up to his watch. You loved feeling his skin against yours, the feeling off his love blending with yours made you heart skip a beat and your face turn up into a smile.
"Y/n" kostas mumbled into the table. Your eyes diverted to his head which was covered by a black cap. A confused expression was riding on your face at the thought of why he wanted you that much he felt the need to say your first name.
"Yeah" you replied softly. He looked up from his hunched back position to look up at you. His eyes locked in yours and saw the waves of blue which where among yours.
"I love you" he gently said with a smile making your heart stop and your teeth to become more exposed. No matter how many times a day kostas said those three simple words it would still always bring a wave of happiness over you.
-
You and kostas where both sat in a world of your own wondering how many possible ways there where to make the flight any quicker. You where both itching to arrive in the beautiful glistening country. It had been a few months since you enjoyed the Greek sun and there was no amount of words which could stop you from wanting to leave the gorgeous place. Kostas's hands woudnt leave yours, the blended love you both had sat within the skin of his.
"Seats for landing. Seats for landing" an airhostess announced walking up and down the Isles of first class.
"Thank fuck for that" kostas blurted out slightly louder than he wanted it to be. You snapped your head towards kostas aswell as the poor women upon who the announcement was aimed at.
"Scuse me" the woman said to kostas causing you to let out a laugh you had no intention of keeping in.
"Nothing" kostas mumbled back with a cheeky smile causing her to shake her head and walk off. Kostas was a child and you knew how much his mum was going to go mad when you told her how cheeky he actually was. You couldn't help your laughs and you where now stuck underneath the neckline of kostas's hoodie. "Will you shut up did you not know we where landing" kostas added gesturing his hand over to the woman stood at the front of the plane who made it very clear of the current state of the journey. Kostas had no intention to shut up and you where starting to wonder when it was the right time to leave him in the middle of Greece.
"I think she's going to kill you" you said to him as your laughs died off. Kostas couldn't help but giggle to himself at how much he had gotten underneath this woman's skin. Kostas's hand fell back into yours and gave your fingers a kiss letting his lips linger at the feeling off yourself against him.
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"Hello you two!" Kostas's mum shouted as she saw you both walking out the busy airport. Your hand was grasping against the suitcase out of fear of it rolling away from you or getting sent into a random man's leg.
"Hi!" You shouted over to his mum as soon as you got to the large dark car. Kostas's mum's face was a picture, it was like a portrait seen by millions, she had this captivating happiness around her which she seemed to give to everyone.
"Hello mum" kostas said with a smile whilst hugger her with his spare arm which wasn't occupied by a suitcase.
"How was the flight?" She asked whilst opening the boot of the car in order to get the suitcases in. You looked at kostas with a smile, he knew what you wanted to say.
"Don't you dare darling" kostas mumbled into your ear whilst resting his arm around your chest and stood protectively behind you.
"Hmm?" Kostas's mum asked wondering what the answer was she couldn't quite hear.
"Oh n-nothing, yeah the flight was good" you quickly replied back with a slight giggle. The hot sun was already upon your bodies causing light blankets of glaze over the pair of you. You where so happy to be back in the open of this wonderful country. The feeling off relaxation and happiness was already sitting in your veins and filling the gaps within your brain.
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Scuse me WHAT
I am praying to every deity I can think of that this is a fake/mistranslated leak because if not…
LMAOOO yeah like normally i just brush off things that are unconfirmed but im pmsing rn and i got mad reading it so sDJKFHSDJKFHJK
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Every time I post art I always naively think that more of my followers will reblog my art besides the like one or two people who regularly do.
And I’m always proven wrong. Every time.
#like yeah im mad about it as always but like#im i guess kind of more or leas used to the extreme dissapointment by now#more or less* scuse me#im saying this here so i can at least not bottle it up lol#god i wish my followers would actually appreciate my art :(#im starting to wonder if they just flat out hate my art or what#damn i really cant be happy without the external validation of others can i lmao#well even tho that kinda blows im really really thankful and appreciative of the few regulars#i love em a lot
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ok im so sorry i messed up this ask, so here ya go @llch1 💚💚💚
Your Slasher Lover Finds Out About Your Secret Identity as a Slasher 🔪🔪🔪 (Michael, Bo, Vincent, and Lester.)
Warnings: Violence
Michael Myers
Surprised, but kinda doesn't care.
Thinks back on past events, finally connects all the dots in his head.
How you manage to stay alert to always notice his stalking presence, why you never reacted to gore, why you never talked about any of your friends and family. You were a criminal too. A convicted murderer.
Low key mad that he didn't figure out sooner.
What is this blood trail.... ? You mean you kill bitches too? Cool.
Never gonna let you join him tho. The Shape works alone.
Also, Halloween is his thing. You can have Thanksgiving or some shit.
Don't give him that look, Y/N, he has a reputation to live up to.
Subtly tries to concince you to switch to a kitchen knife as your primary murder weapon, if it isn't already.
Bo Sinclair
Scuse me what? Haha
Oh lol, that's funny darlin', he'd sure like to see you try.
Thinks you couldn't hurt a fly regardless of your appearance and personality.
When he actually sees you shank a bitch though, he'll be surprised, shocked that you were actually being serious.
Y/N.... His Y/N.... He never knew you could be capable of the terrible shit he does.
But certainly doesn't hold it against you, he may be an asshole, but he's less of a not a hypocrite.
Mr. Bo Simpclair has been activated.
Seeing you slash all those fuckers up with practiced ease turns him on to no end.
*cue shocked heart eyes as he watches blood splatter all over your clothes and face*
*drools*
After, he tries to act like he totally hasn't been simping for the last ten minutes.
"Remember to wipe your drool, honey."
"! .... The fuck you talkin' bout."
*stubbornly walks away, subtly wiping his mouth with his sleeve when he thinks he's out of sight*
You:
Vincent Sinclair
s h o o k e t h
Was he hallucinatig from sleep deprivation, or did his sweet Y/N really just fuck that girl up?
Um--
Shit ok
Call him a hypocrite, but honestly is kinda spooked by it at first.
Finding that out probably sends him down a spiral of existentialism, duration of stay ranging from six minutes to a week.
Don't worry though! Of course he still loves you to death, he just needs to deal with his current existential crisis.
Was that real? What you did? Or was his love actually a figure of his own imagination due to years of loneliness? No. No.
Although he is just the slightest bit sad that you didn't tell him, its totally reasonable, and sweet Vincent is physically unable to be mad at you.
You've always loved and accepted him for who he was, so of course he returns the gesture.
He's also very worried after, asking and talking to you about how you started and why you do it, if there is a reason, who and what hurt you, etc.
If you happen to have a particularly sad backstory, he'll 100% cry while apologizing for everything that has happened to you, as though he were the source of your pain.
When you assure him that nothing that occured in your life before was his fault, he'll just hold you close and tell you he loves you.
Lester Sinclair
This smol bean probably takes it the hardest out of all the boys mentioned.
Of course he know what his brothers do, but it doesn't mean he particularly enjoys taking part in the actual killings.
He's never directly killed someone, and he doesn't ever want to, so the fact that you do is definitely going to baffle him.
He'll respond calmly and with understanding, but he'd feel a little sad.
No no he's not mad at you or disappointed in you, he could never be.
Its just that to him it seems that him and all the people around him has some kind of connection to death, and he honestly is too kind and empathetic for that life.
He wished he were more normal. Have a normal life in a real, populated small town, have you and his brothers at his side, working a decent but humble job. He dreams of interacting with co-workers, local shopkeeps, and neighbors, thinking that if he had those kinds of opportunities, maybe he would be less socially awkward.
Lester doesn't hide his feelings well, so you notice the absence of his jovial manner, and asks him about it respectfully.
He confesses his feelings while apologizing profusely.
The conversation probably ends with you both sobbing into each other's arms.
There @llch1 , sorry it took so long, i keep messing the posting up xD I post on my phone so its very easy for me to click on wrong things :(
I've been busy lately, hence my sloth-paced posting ; _ ; Sorry about that
If you've requested something, don't worry im working on them 💪 keep 'em coming, your requests are inspiring and motivating for me. 💓
Enjoy your weekend🥂
---Zali 🖤
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Ronnie & Joe
Ronnie: [is gonna rock up late despite literally living with Charlie so enjoy the entrance everybody]
Joe: [when you weren’t invited but still gonna show up like you have somewhere better to be, love that for you, the effort we’ve not gone to because we live here so it’s kinda okay but not really Joseph, also I imagine kinda shook she ended up showing]
Ronnie: [likewise in the sense that she dresses the same everywhere she goes unless it’s a job interview or court appearance lol but we know she looks good if you’re Joseph and into it, I imagine her zoning in on Jamie immediately like who the fuck is this and then oh I’ve heard nothing about you kinda energy soz gal]
Joe: [rude but not untrue in this case, at least Charlie can make it seem like you’re joking and Joe can go get you a drink like soz this is all we have energy ‘cos in jokes]
Ronnie: [I highly doubt they have enough seats around that table so I also imagine her dragging up something to sit on like yeah I’m here to stay bitches and drinking Joe’s drink while he’s gone as a throwback to when she did when they met at that gig and cos we’re obvs claiming him LOL]
Joe: [we know the food is gonna be studenty anyway so having smaller portions won’t kill any of us lmao, just dying at how shocked Sophie is having to conceal she is, host on queen, boring boyfriend having no opinions of course]
Ronnie: [don’t worry gal depending how much of a jealous rage we get into we probably won’t be eating it so you’ll still have brownies left, her face would be iconic and I totally picture Marc on his phone the entire time because Paul used to do that when he was with Trace]
Joe: [giving nothing to this bizarre situation, too real, Charlie and Sophie holding this together, soz guys, Joe jus amused af, do we sit opposite or next to hmm]
Ronnie: [read that as soz gays, ILY mum & dad, I think he needs to sit opposite Jamie so that she can accuse them of eye fucking each other or whatever so probably next to]
Joe: [okay yes gather ‘round everyone]
Ronnie: she lives here
Joe: yeah I told you, Silent Bob’s gf
Ronnie: you said he had a bitch not shes been chained to the radiator since youse lot moved in
Joe: maybe that’s his secret
Ronnie: whens he letting you have your go
Joe: got my own radiator you can have a go on when this is over
Joe: not to brag or nothing
Ronnie: wont be over til the fat flatmate sings & the other one sucking you off while her & mariah duet and the boyfriend pretends he aint watching youse instead is fuck all to brag about
Joe: be lucky if it got close to that level of mildly interesting
Joe: where are you in all this then
Ronnie: under the sink looking for drain cleaner or whatever else i can drink
Joe: why do you get to have all the fun?
Ronnie: i dont waste my time asking bullshit questions
Joe: how are we gonna waste our time
Ronnie: im gonna kill your shared girlfriend & youre gonna cry about it
Joe: I don’t think I am
Joe: no amount of tragedy is gonna breakthrough the chemical fog
Ronnie: you would if you could
Joe: [🙄 at her]
Ronnie: [tips however much is left of her drink into his lap not at all accidentally but we know Charlie and Soph will pretend it was]
Joe: [whip them off to go get changed boy]
Ronnie: [when you wanna follow him but you just gotta glare instead]
Joe: [probably taking whatever we’ve got in to make this go easier, ‘scuse us, so much missing out]
Ronnie: [you know she turned up already on something so do what you gotta do Joseph]
Joe: [Jamie should be talking to you about uni things thus alienating everyone else a lil ‘cos that is a bit rude and will annoy you gal]
Ronnie: [fully just opening up a wound over here literally cos she was already jealous but did not realise they had this much shit in common or anything in common actually so we’re just livid and bleeding]
Joe: [Sophie just running with the kitchen roll like omg do we have bandages guys like oh babe you truly only mean well, Charlie just giving the can you not looks of it all, Joe just jealous because we’ve obviously got our long sleeves]
Ronnie: [a spoken out loud fuck you at everyone but mainly Joe as we go to the bathroom to not deal with this but instead evoke the energy of when Mae downed that mouthwash because she definitely would and also go through the cabinets for anything sharp obvs]
Joe: [at least you can go under the guise of checking on her but really you’re just seeing what she’s doing]
Ronnie: [1000% have not locked the door because we wanted him to follow us but that won’t stop her telling him to get out because walking contradiction forever]
Joe: [locks it behind him in response]
Ronnie: [the most intense glare in response because could not be more livid rn]
Joe: [grabbing wherever the wound is like we’re gonna kiss it better or something like Soph for a casual bit of blood drinking]
Ronnie: [obviously have to push him away really hard because we’re obviously really into it and excuse you boy we’re trying to be angry and hate you, soz to all the flatmates when you hear that crashing about]
Joe: [lmao this tiny bathroom getting destroyed, steady yourself and her despite that clearly not being what she wants right now, roll up a sleeve ‘you never did the X’]
Ronnie: [the glorious visual of trying to get past him to leave/push him away again at the same time in a small space so you just end up pressed up against each other and the door making eye contact and it’s hot af ‘you never took me anywhere’]
Joe: [‘so let me’ do you mean let’s get out of here or in a saucy way either or you skinny as hell girl so if you not really trying to leave it’s easy not to let you]
Ronnie: [‘she’ll let you’ because we’re not just dropping this even if we want to]
Joe: [‘who?’ like an oblivious boy ‘cos clearly not where our head is]
Ronnie: [a really vicious read of Jamie based on what we’re learned this evening that I’m not gonna do because I am not that mean but it’s obvious it’s her and not Sophie we’re talking about, hope you don’t hear us gal]
Joe: [‘I’m not interested’ in every sense right now ‘and you know that, stop pissing about’]
Ronnie: [‘wasn’t any other cunt round the table hanging on her every fucking word, I know that’ because that was blatant Jamie]
Joe: [‘I can’t help it that her fella’s an accountant’ what do you do Marc, do any of us know lol, shrugs ‘we go to the same school, that’s it’ and a look like whatever the fuck this is is clearly more]
Ronnie: [she would wanna lol but we can’t because still mad ‘that’s it?’ not actually a question though more like you better be telling the truth boy ‘why the fuck have you never told me about her then?’]
Joe: [‘I thought I had when I said he had a girlfriend’ not not a lie ‘none of them are what I want to talk about, that’s it’]
Ronnie: [‘you were thinking with this’ grabbing his dick when we say so ‘that’s it’ cos even if that was true Joseph we shade the rest of the flatmates often and you know damn well we love doing it]
Joe: [shakes head even though we are very clearly into that ‘she’s no Soph’ like it wouldn’t be as funny soz]
Ronnie: [‘is right’ like yeah I know you actually seriously wanna get with her, and moving away but not to leave but to pick back up whatever implement we were gonna hurt ourselves with before he came in but didn’t get chance to because we’re genuinely upset]
Joe: [literally putting ourselves in front of it like no ‘Ronnie’ like I don’t know how you’re going to even put it into words boy so it’s mainly a !!! look]
Ronnie: [a look that starts out like don’t try and stop me/fuck you but turns into !! when his does like say something/do something if you mean it]
Joe: [got to go in and kiss you whilst making her push whatever she was gonna use on herself into him, now or never, enjoy the tension finally getting released]
Ronnie: [obviously we’re kissing you back so we all know what’s gonna happen next lol, soz flatmates I really hope you can’t hear anything, especially Charlie cos you actually know they’re related]
Joe: [it is not a big flat so keep quiet, just think he’s comforting her for all this time or what, god bless]
Ronnie: [she would be trying to keep quiet but not for y’all more so he thinks she’s unimpressed/not that into it but that would literally last all of a second because she’s obviously very into it]
Joe: [the levels you aren’t gonna wanna go back in but can’t be seen as being romantic lads]
Ronnie: [I could easily have her leave if we want though because it’s a fact that she doesn’t wanna be here and everyone would be relieved except Joseph]
Joe: [that probably makes sense, honestly, and you’ve freaked them all out, as was the point]
Ronnie: [and lbr you’ve freaked yourselves out with how good that hook up was too so]
Joe: [just go hide in your room like you’re very taxed by that in an acceptable way boy]
Ronnie: [god knows where you’re gonna go gal but please don’t OD again like you literally did in Margate no time ago]
Joe: [the headfuckery]
Ronnie: [poor Charlie just like UMMM WTF cos she must look bad even for her rn and we’ve behaved terribly and then literally legged it so]
Joe: [thank god you’re such a natural party go-er so you can make up some excuse to put them all at relative ease but yeah, for sure like excuse me]
Ronnie: [might be fun to do a convo between them when we’re done with this one]
Joe: [I’m down even though I really haven’t used him yet, I’ll give it a go]
Ronnie: [yeah it’s been forever since we did the group chats with them and Bronson and Bea it feels like another life, I can send you the convo we did where she told him she met Joe if you like cos I re-read that the other day and it was pretty good]
Ronnie: [but the real question is who’s gonna break first and start a convo and how long are we leaving it?]
Joe: [please do ‘cos did not realize we’d done that tbh]
Joe: [I could make a case for either of them, him to prove he meant it as he left it last time but her so she can’t automatically be on the ‘it meant nothing’ total defensive hmm]
Joe: [some hours later when the party is over, or could be]
Joe: Charlie was going pub, he’s left here though
Ronnie: [even later because whatever she’s doing she’s messy and can’t reply to the extent that she doesn’t need to because he won’t be expecting her to and yet here we are]
Ronnie: did whitney ask you to pass it on to us cos hes still disappointed like
Joe: couldn’t say
Joe: just letting you know that you’ll have a free gaff for a while longer
Ronnie: where have i chucked the other one for the sake of this free gaff in your mind mckenna
Joe: alright, free rooms better than fuck all
Ronnie: its his emmy oggie i aint there either
Joe: anywhere good?
Ronnie: compared to what
Joe: established it’s no brag compared to tonight
Ronnie: not gonna stop you comparing me & her
Joe: compare to what?
Joe: pleasantries over cocopops
Ronnie: youll be interested in eating her out now youve got what you wanted off me
Ronnie: 9 is easier to carve than an 8 and you wont look like youre trying to copy the infinity sign one of your other exes wouldve got inked on her
Joe: it’s not remotely the fucking same
Joe: if I was arsed about getting my numbers up there’s millions of girls in this city I could hit up before you
Ronnie: yeah youre not related to any of em and theyd have less clue how to shoot up than you do
Joe: even if the related bit was ringing 100% true, you’re the only user in town now?
Joe: you don’t have to pervert it when it already was
Ronnie: youre already romanticising it like a fucking 13 year old so yeah i do cause one of us has to get real
Joe: you reckon I’m so okay with it just because I can admit I wanted it
Joe: who do you reckon you’re lying to like I weren’t there
Ronnie: who do you reckon youre talking to like i didnt fucking leave you there for a reason
Joe: Fuck off
Ronnie: i did
Joe: for someone who reckons they’re so open, you chat so much shit
Ronnie: open to what soft lad infection
Joe: scars and trackmarks on your sleeve
Ronnie: yeah
Joe: you didn’t miss much
Ronnie: no shit you didnt just invite me cause you wanted to fuck me
Ronnie: can do that anywhere
Joe: yeah and you didn’t just wanna come to make Soph cry, like
Ronnie: i owed you
Joe: get it off your to-do list then
Joe: well done
Ronnie: stop crying youll never look as ugly as horse girl doing it or go for as long as her
Joe: you love her, we all 👀
Ronnie: i said shut up
Joe: no, you say something that’s not stupid
Ronnie: what for fucks sake
Ronnie: what did you reckon id say when you started chatting shit like nothing happened
Joe: alright, I don’t know
Joe: it happened, right
Ronnie: you werent hallucinating
Joe: nothing that makes that happen in the bathroom cupboard
Joe: I don’t regret it, I know that
Ronnie: meant to be made up to hear it am i
Joe: nah, probably not
Joe: but you wanted me to talk about it so I am
Ronnie: i wanted you to take the fucking hint when i legged it as soon as
Joe: you could’ve blocked me, so
Joe: pardon me for not taking it that seriously
Ronnie: not your crazy ex & i couldnt deny you your bullshit heroics
Ronnie: mary aint carrying me anywhere and i know how bad you wanna see me turn blue
Joe: you like having a stalker, is what you mean
Ronnie: block me and get your whore flatmate to tell you what she likes about you
Ronnie: weve established i aint got the talent to sing no cunts praises
Joe: we’ve established I’m not interested in that
Ronnie: cause you want me to tell you how smart you are at fucking me instead of beat the shit out of you
Ronnie: it wont last
Joe: familys forever, sis
Ronnie: not to your ma baby
Ronnie: did i look enough like her for you
Joe: what do you reckon
Joe: your theory, not mine
Ronnie: mustve youve still not fucked off
Joe: you’ve got room for another face tat or two
Ronnie: go do that then
Joe: you can leave out the yes sir
Joe: not my fantasy
Ronnie: no shit like youve been my bitch since you hit send on facebook
Joe: 😂
Joe: I’ve been worse
Ronnie: you trying to turn me on or what its a bit late for it
Joe: just the once, alright
Joe: bit cliche but probably for the best considering
Joe: very sensible of you
Ronnie: cliche that my da didnt stick around long enough for his side of the family to properly cut or sew me up so ive gotta regret not getting chance to put a razor blade inside me before you 💔
Ronnie: now youre gonna reckon i care youve said the once ll do when i just hate you & hate how you fuck even more
Joe: Could’ve said it was about as much fun as
Joe: it’s alright
Joe: both confused, clearly
Ronnie: youre not confused youre fucking smug
Joe: hardly another achievement for the fridge door
Joe: what’s to be smug about
Ronnie: probably for the best i dont answer that if thats how you feel
Joe: come on
Joe: aside from proving you were full of shit about not wanting to as well
Ronnie: fuck you
Joe: you don’t want me to say how I really feel
Ronnie: making me cum earlier dont mean you know what i want now
Joe: right, you want me to declare my love so you get more out of telling me to fuck off, that’s more like it
Ronnie: do i fuck
Joe: then what do you want
Ronnie: like you give the slightest shit
Joe: I do too
Ronnie: no you dont
Joe: I fucking do
Joe: [prove it in a way only y’all would, carve her name or something]
Ronnie: [send him your own pics of the bite marks you’re covered in which is a self harming thing you’ve not done since you were a kid because it’s been a headfuck every second since you two met and we’re not coping honey]
Joe: you hungry?
Joe: you didn’t eat fuck all, I mean
Joe: could get something not dubiously prepared by Soph
Ronnie: hungry as you are funny
Joe: I weren’t trying to be
Joe: on the spectrum, or whatever you said
Ronnie: you wish you had the excuse or the musical prodigy status
Joe: 💔 about that genuinely
Joe: just a dickhead
Ronnie: yeah
Joe: I don’t know what to say
Joe: there’s no point saying I’m sorry
Ronnie: no point is right youre not sorry
Joe: nah
Joe: it’d be lovely for you if I’d found you and you were fine
Joe: but like you said, it ain’t about me or her, it’s about loads of shit and you clearly weren’t so
Joe: just seems pointless
Ronnie: im made up you finally got your head round it
Joe: Yeah well, I didn’t tell you I was a good person
Joe: don’t mean I don’t give no fucks, just ‘cos I ain’t trying to save you
Ronnie: you keep telling me you aint like it matters to me who you are
Joe: yeah, it doesn’t in why you’re fucked
Joe: but what do you want from me
Ronnie: its your fucking fault im like this climbing the walls same as when i was a kid
Joe: yeah ‘cos you were doing really great before weren’t ya
Ronnie: all you give a fuck about is letting yourself off the fucking hook
Joe: Blame me then what does it change
Joe: do something about it other than fucking yourself up, I don’t care
Ronnie: stop lying that youre bothered if your only answer to me losing my mind is that i was before
Joe: I can’t help you
Joe: If you thought I could, though why the fuck you would
Joe: then I am sorry
Ronnie: 💔🖕
Joe: I’ve got my own problems
Joe: if I had any solutions, I’d light ‘em up and shoot them into myself first, naturally
Ronnie: youve got a solution i gave it to you
Ronnie: why the fuck would you make me feel something
Joe: Selfishness
Joe: pure and simple
Ronnie: on your way to a grown up habit im dead proud
Joe: what more could I want
Ronnie: that to scab over seeing as youve finally admitted its bullshit
Joe: I still think about you constantly
Joe: I still want to know everything about you
Joe: I’d rot with you
Ronnie: youve got your own problems to think about
Joe: yeah, and that’s hell
Joe: I’ve done plenty of that
Ronnie: yeah and youve got your escape
Joe: take yours
Joe: can have plan bs and cs even if a is the best
Ronnie: youre the kid who tells the rest to jump off a bridge
Ronnie: cute
Joe: you’re implying I wouldn’t and all
Ronnie: i dont give a shit what you do but i aint giving you the satisfaction of being the last fuck i ever had
Ronnie: youd cling to life long enough to write a pathetic song about it
Joe: that’s the nicest thing you’ve said
Joe: which is saying something ‘cos you’re so sweet, like
Ronnie: youre welcome
Joe: I’ll do a Dylan style ballad about all your 👼🏼 deeds
Ronnie: thats the biggest turn off out of everything youve ever said or done
Joe: thank god, you’re insatiable 😏
Ronnie: once you said
Joe: not for my benefit
Ronnie: its all only for your benefit remember
Joe: if that were true you’d still be here
Ronnie: if it was true i could be
Joe: come back
Ronnie: cant ive got a face tat to get done
Joe: I understand
Joe: my art isn’t there yet
Joe: won’t ruin your beauty
Ronnie: go ed and chuck yourself off a bridge you dont have to wait for me to boot your door in & do you in for chatting shit
Joe: well I am already devvo I’m not a prodigy so yeah, add lack of a steady hand to the list of failures
Joe: probably the meds
Joe: you know being poetic is all I do, why have we downgraded it to chatting shit 💔
Ronnie: why are you calling me beautiful when you could write it in your suicide note for your ma theres your downgrade
Joe: you’re too romantic for your own good
Joe: I wouldn’t be writing a note, sorry to dash your illusions
Ronnie: not me saying i get you mckenna thats your delusion
Ronnie: what are you gonna draw on me then
Joe: you do but it’s more fun to take the piss and pretend you don’t so
Joe: That is the question
Joe: won’t brand you, don’t worry
Ronnie: if i dont want it ill cut it out no pressure
Joe: it’s just skin right
Ronnie: yeah
Joe: how olds your oldest scar
Ronnie: older than you
Joe: what did you do
Ronnie: i used to take headbanging literally
Joe: ah, the floor never saw you coming, yeah
Joe: I have a head scar too [cos he either does or did on the stalker show idk but there we go with a photo like she probably knows hun]
Ronnie: [I just imagine her smiling to herself like yeah I know nerd]
Ronnie: cant both be poets had to express myself somehow before i pushed a safety pin through my cheek
Joe: that explains the permanent 😾
Joe: fucked the muscles, like
Ronnie: your shit jokes do
Joe: it was always easier to just start fights to get hurt
Joe: when I was a kid
Joe: though you work out ways to be sneaky fast, if you have to
Ronnie: they didnt wanna fight me
Joe: everyday sexism strikes again
Ronnie: fuck off not cos im a girl
Joe: why then
Ronnie: wouldnt be me getting hurt and if i was i didnt care
Ronnie: all those mental problems you told that call centre cunt about like
Joe: ‘course you were too proud to make it count
Joe: have to let them get some punches in or there was no point, yeah
Ronnie: no point in fitz flouncing in either fun though
Joe: true
Joe: I’ve got a brother and all, I remember what it’s like
Ronnie: scraps never went far enough
Joe: yeah
Joe: most kids aren’t that psycho
Ronnie: 💔
Joe: being misunderstood served me so well for the whole musician thing so whatever, I guess
Ronnie: i mightve bothered keeping some of my bastards about if they were guaranteed nutters thatd serve you well
Joe: you’d get your own room then, like
Joe: even if you had to pack them to the rafters
Ronnie: for a stalker youre dead concerned about my privacy
Joe: nah, ‘course not
Joe: I’d rather have a place to do the gear without the possibility of Soph or Charlie 🥺ing at us obvs, nothing but selfishness
Ronnie: theres loads of places
Joe: you can show me
Ronnie: is she there now she can let me in
Joe: no idea
Joe: their room is near the door, makes sense they’d be your first victims
Ronnie: youre too selfish to get off your arse and do it
Joe: if you’re coming I’ll carry you in myself, you know that
Ronnie: ill be there and youll still be going on about what youre gonna do
Ronnie: no wonder the other kids kept smacking you
Joe: yeah, all mouth me, deffo what I was known for
Joe: not a euphemism and I don’t think they were wishing it was but who knows
Ronnie: you sure you dont want charlie giving you the eye
Ronnie: how it sounds
Joe: I’m alright, tah
Joe: pretty sure he’s over it now I’m enabling you
Ronnie: hes over everything thats not horse girls from kent but reckons the fucking lost causes are us
Joe: He clearly just gives a shit about appearances
Joe: looking nice, polite
Joe: they’ll never speak again, like
Ronnie: forget him
Ronnie: open the door
Joe: [do that boy]
Ronnie: [boop his little head scar as you come in like oh there it is]
Joe: [‘s’not even a good story’ and producing some takeaway moment from the kitchen as you go through ‘cos the dinner party was not heavy on the dinner bit]
Ronnie: [a look like ffs because people caring in any way ew no but we are gonna eat it because probably haven't since that Margate moment]
Joe: [shrugging like bitch I’m hungry as we tuck in, obviously]
Ronnie: [kick him while you've still got your big boots on but playfully not aggressively]
Joe: [😏 but in a more genuine way than that cocky face looks, I am vibing Chinese not that that matters but there we go]
Ronnie: [weirdly I also thought that maybe because it's one of the grossest haha but yeah eat your food lads]
Joe: [greasy greasy goodness, love the subtle shade if any of them come out for a cuppa or whatever like oh hello again lol]
Ronnie: [I hope it's oblivious Marc just living his life]
Joe: [that’d be most amusing, unbothered, casually]
Ronnie: [I just imagine them doing stuff to try and make him notice like when people stack stuff on a sleeping person but idk what you could do in that little kitchen]
Joe: [for sure, just being subtly annoying/weird and he is just like does not compute ‘cos we mind our own business, so childish]
Ronnie: [love that for you two]
Joe: [we stan the regression for you]
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BLACK LIGHTNING 3X02
*SPOILERS AHEAD*
we’re not doing this the beginning of every episode tho .... we’re not. like ive had it with the vomiting 😩
bleeding out the eyes tho?! ... is this black lightning or shadow hunters 😫
LALA ISNT IN A TRACK SUIT ?!
ugh poor Henderson.
is that khalils mom tho?
LMAO gambi i said the same thing 🤣🤣 come on sis. we know that mamas cry.
ooooooo jefferson big mad 🤣 sit down. like just take the L you’re used to it.
this commander is such trash.
they can’t even call jenn and anissa?! their daughters?! smfh.
might as well kept the damn collar on jeff. hell all they need is shackles now 😒 kinda shit is this man.
they done got a cell upgrade in captivity, meanwhile anissas jobless in a loft and presumably unconscious still.
😫 grandma and grandpa fighting. keep all that negativity on the green arrow plz and ty.
this adolf reincarnate wanna be bout to be the next reverend with all this screaming huh?! you can get your point across using your indoor warehouse voice at a 6.
“quarantine be damned” 🤣🤣
only black lightning can use “grimey ass” and get away with it and only hendersons ass has the attitude to deliver it. i said what i said.
TIMEOUT. i know good AND got damn well anayah knows that’s anissas ass 🤣🤣🤣🤣
WHY DOES BLACKBIRD SOUND LIKE BATMAN?! WHY?!
jenn 🤣🤣🤣🤣 i love her so much.
odell has officially realized jenn ain’t the one 😂
he’s looking at her like “got dammit you know what just watch the video, take the phone, eat the food, surf the web, tie you shoes and stop frying government property!”
meanwhile jenns like nah. im good love. enjoy.
lawd they were lying through them smiles for jenn 😭
they really pulled out shotguns?! 🤣 also i can’t with blackbird and that mask. like do they really not know thats anissa orrrr
GAMBI!!!!!
henderson 🤣🤣 “do you ever run out of weird ass tech” MOOD.
henderson saying anissa is his heart 😭
i know that’s right gambi.
sis done lost her fingernails? 😩 they need to just let her go on to the thee almighty.
i can’t wait for Henderson to fuck up this commander ooooooo i know it’s coming.
yes for bread and crackers lala. he here preaching about crumbs.
scuse me mr. lala, you ever seen lesbians fight over crumbs?! clearly you haven’t. issa whole 2 seasons and we still ain’t seen anissa and grace hug, go on a proper date, NOT lie about something i mean i can do this all day.
we done been through 60 days and 60 nights, 80 acres and 3 mules, AND had to endure TWO grace droughts in 2018 ok?! meanwhile we’re still here fighting for crumbs.
you ever seen the movie antz mr. latavius?! that is a day in the life of a lesbian. okay?! pay attention. learn you something!
🤣🤣🤣🤣 they still killing lala only for him to get right back up 😂😂
i need lala to get up one of these days after being shot like “surprise mother fucker, got shot five times mother fucker, still alive mother fucker, IM NOT NOT DYN MOTHER FUCKER” i need this.
when did anissa learn sign language? you know what nevermimd she just be out here knowing how to do shit.
anayah ungrateful ass.
i cannot stress this enough.... blackbird can beat my ass to hell and leave me there.
awh lawd they done killed Mariam.
this dude talking to jenn on the stairs has a whole booger in his nose. you mean to tell me nobody in the editing room peeped that?! 😩
NO JAMILA IM OVER U BYEEEE
shut up and run jamila.
KHALIL
still don’t like his ass but heeyyyyyy giirrlll.
khalil... you ain’t even finish highschool ole masters in none having ass 😩
no the fuck he ain’t study none of that shit 😂😂😂😂
OMFG NO ODELL!
lmao i thought it came back on nope watchmen commercial 😂
it’s been on a commercial break for like 30 minutes come on man.
oh wow commander showing he has some sort of humanity left in him.
PAUSE he called khalil “it” 🙄 trash.
odell better stop treating my grandmother like the help thats all i know.
COMMERCIAL AGAIN?! it wasnt even 2 minutes since the last 😑
first of all lynn you’re not mad at my grandfather. relax.
awh lawd grandpa 😩😩😩😩😩
she pulled the “im a doctor card” 😂
this fight is so petty 😂
both of their asses need to be grounded and sent to bed.
michelle..... that ain’t your son sis. that ain’t him sis.
rip michelle. guess that’s why blackbird sounds like Batman so she doesnt end up like Michelle’s non anonymous anonymous interview 🤷🏾♀️
why they have her go out like that 😩 looking like kryptonite got her ass 😩
Lawd he done fucked up and called jenn a bitch.
jenn 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 this ain’t a problem you want 🤣🤣🤣
jenn really just beat up the whole wrestling team... yeah she did that. her and anissa fight scenes always lit.
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This man really was rude to me the whole line and then asks me “is there something wrong with your brain” at the end ‘scuse me the FUCK?? First of all this glass is THICC and the kitchen behind me is loud, second you speak broken English in a THICC accent (nothing wrong with it, just hard to understand for me), third of all you were talking HELLA quiet and pointing at the wrong shit. Then he gets mad bc I shook the spoon to get the guacamole off. SIR IM TRAINED TO DO THAT. IF I DONY DO THAT YOU PAY 2.05 EXTRA FOR HALF A SERVING OF GUACAMOLE. Then he makes me remake the food. Thanks for the unnecessary food costs, dickhead.
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Just watched the two episodes after Cornonation. To be fair, after seeing spoilers i kinda was worried, but the episodes were really lovely.
I mean... Jackie? She’s still great and I love the whole ‘lmao nah no drama’ thing. Also, Meteora and Mariposa? Scuse you but they’re the best! no im totally not fighting the urge to add Mariposa to my list nooope totes do not want to throw cute stuff at Meteoras.
Also, Really... my demon boi. I’m proud of him. He admits he’s mad. Sorry but him admitting that he is mad and should be allowed to be so in a healthy manner while also being respectful to Star (aka not exploding in anger as he used to) is important to me.
I’m just worried they’ll push Starco again. Which for me, it lost it’s kind of appeal (im not totally against it but it’s been like lurking since season one and just drags on) and I really would prefer if they allowed them to just be friends because friendship is equally important and there’s just too much relationship drama. I want Star and Tom to figure things out and speak both their mind. Idk im just a sucker for healthy stuff instead of drama.
Anyways that’s all of my tea here, I’m curious as to how Mina comes to play in future episodes and what will happen. I’ve seen spoilers aka people talking about the synopsis of which I’m just like ‘yeah uhm no i wanna go in blind thank you’.
#mun just gonna talk a little about the new star vs episodes#bc i have lots of thoughts okay#and u know my thoughts kinda relate to my writing#ooc
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k ima be stuck in red lights for awhile honestly whAT THE FUCK
this is gonna be spoiler heavy, tbh, thats why its in a read more, so you cant yell atme if you read it
ill do the upside first bc i can
main four actors: gorgeous, amazing, deserved bettter
set design was amazing, honestly, i have some issues but like, majority, great, looks exactly like the games
one good re/dfields sibling moment. Maybe two. But the first was… iffy, honestly.
great cl/eon content, decent c/hris lining for jill content.
thats… all i got
the birkins???? they could have literally just not included them at that rate, they cut william down, made annette.. basically a pointless bystander, and sherry??? barely existed??? THE POINT????
the leon slander… you fuckers, hired a/van j/ogia, a gorgeous specimin of a man, and turned leon into nothing more than a fucking joke???? are you fucking kidding me???
chris and claires backstory… jesus christ, my chris is cringing, claire is angry. They basically said william was dragging child claire to the underground lab to experiment on her (william was??? in charge of the orphanage???? he didnt even know who wesker was??? scuse me????) and she ran away WITHOUT CHRIS???? no, no, no
a: chris telling claire to get out of his life because ‘birkin and umbrella were there for me when you werent’ no, he’d never do that to her. SHE WOULD NEVER ABANDON HIM. THATS UTTER CUCKING BULLSHIT AND I HATE IT
the end credit scene with wesker and ada… i… just dont, just dont, thats, no
the whole ‘jill has eyes for wesker’ shit, i.. no. Like it feels like they did that so when they do future movies based on the games, itll ‘be more emotional’ when he fucking violates her by attaching the device to her chest and making her a weapon, and thats gross.
claire, despite being a badass, it felt like they tried too hard to make her edgy. a d then couldnt even put the made in heaven on ber jacket???
leons relationship as a big brother to sherry, they replaced it with chris. Also, they rescued her int two seconds.
it felt like they tried way too hard to make chief irons not look horrible. it failed, he still looks bad, but i guess hes ‘not hitting a woman and kidnapping a child’ bad, if thats supposed to make him better.
literally they could have cut sherry and annette entirely. The entire purpose of their characters, and ada tbh she didnt need to be in the end credits at all they already completely disregarded her storyline when they disregarded leons in favor of making him a fucking joke and having her not apprar at all furing the film until the end, it was pointless. Its like theyre trying to say weskers what jill is later on, when thats not how it works
also again, cARLOS ERASURE. They did have Leon quote Carlos, and used a few carlos and jill moments for leon and jill, further telling me that they hired Avan as leon, to pretend leon and carlos are the dame person. Im not chill w that. Enough of the carlos erasure.
i just, idk, i have hundreds more thoughts, some positive, most negative, the bar was on the fucking ground okay. Mabe out of a 10, it can have a 2 because of actors and set design. Maybe.
Also, the entirety of Chris… im mad at. I fucking love R/obbie A/mell and they;; still turned chris;;; into;;; that;;; im mad, im just mad
also, wesker and birkin… they dont know each other suddenly. birkins apparently a mastermind now essentilly, its just, its dumb
theres some ideas they had that could have been great, theu just sucked at executing them.
#out.#wtrc spoilers#im just mad#not bop mad#but still mad#i gotta go inside my house now bc i angerily wrote this at red lights and in my driveway#im mad#the special effects were awful#practical effects wrre good#sfx no#they had such a good cast#im so mad
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So what’s your favorite Simpsons episode?
Stark Raving Dad.
(the Michael Jackson episode, S3 Ep1)
It was the first Simpsons episode I ever saw + why my dads nickname for me is Lisa. Def my top out of sentimental reason alone.
(in spanish my name being pronounced “Lee-seh-t” often times I’d just hear “Lee-seh” which eventually just got turned into Lisa after we all got super into the show after getting a tv)
also, Lisa its your Birthday is my favorite song in the series
ANYWAY HERE’S THE LIST YOU IN NO WAY AT ALL ASKED ME TO DO, BUT DID IT ANYWAY, other top favorite episodes;
(going in order by looking at an episode guide BECAUSE come on there are sooooo goddamned many)
Seasons 1-10
Simpsons roasting over an Open fire, Moaning Lisa, The Telltale Head, Krusty gets Busted, Bart gets an F, Bart the Daredevil, One fish Two fish Blowfish, The way we was, Oh brother where art thou?, Lisa’s Substitute, Three men and a comic book, Homer at the Bat, Lisa’s first Word, Marge vs. the Monorail, Bart of Darkness, And Maggie makes Three, Two Dozen and One Greyhounds, Round Springfield, Lemon of Troy, Who Shot Mr. Burns 1&2, Bart sells his Soul, Mother Simpson, Marge be not proud, Two bad Neighbors, Bart on the Road, Summer of 4 Ft. 2, You only move Twice, El Viaje Misterioso de Nuestro Jomer, The Springfield Files, Homer’s Enemy, The Secret war of Lisa Simpson, Lisa the Skeptic, Das Bus, Lost our Lisa, Lard of the Dance, Homer to the Max, I’m with Cupid, Marge Simpson in: Screaming Yellow Honkers, Make room for Lisa
Seasons 11-21
Brothers Little Helper, Eight Misbehavin, Alone Again Natura-diddly Dee, Last Tapdance in Springfield, its a Mad Mad Marge, Behind the Laughter, Lisa the Tree Hugger, HOMЯ, New kids on the Blecch, Hungry Hungry Homer, Simpson Safari, Trilogy of Error, I’m Goin’ to Praiseland, Simpsons Tall Tales, The Parent Rap, The Blunder Years, She of Little Faith, The Lastest Gun in the West, Blame it on Lisa, I Am Furious (Yellow), Little Girl in the Big Ten, The Great Louse Detective, The Dad who knew too Little, Barting Over, I’m Spelling as Fast a I can, Scuse me while I miss the Sky, Dude where’s my Ranch?, Old Yeller-Belly, Today I am a Clown, Milhouse doesn’t live here anymore, The Ziff who came to Dinner, The way were Weren’t, All’s Fair in Oven War, Sleeping with the Enemy, Pranksta Rap, Future-Drama, Girls just want to have Sums, The Mook The Chef The Wife and her Homer, Little Orphan Millie, The Debarted, Boy meets Curl, Chief of Hearts
Seasons 22-31
Mom’s I’d like to Forget, The Great Simpsina, 500 Keys, The Ned-liest Catch, The Book Job, Holidays of Future Passed, How I wet your Mother (NOTE: im on the fence about how i feel about this episode) Moonshine Rivers, To Cur with Love, Saga of Carl, Diggs, Brick Like Me, Halloween of Horror, Barthood, Gal of Constant Sorrow, How Lisa got her Marge back, Fland Canyon, Fatzcarraldo, Mr. Lisa’s Opus, Gone Boy, Lisa gets the Blues, The Clown Stays in the Picture, Todd Todd Why Hast Thour Forsaken me?, The Way of the Dog
MY TOP WORST, episodes you could literally Never make me watch again
Boys of Bummer, Lisa Goes Gaga, What Animated Women Want.
And finally, these aren’t the worst, but The Great Phatsby & Warren Priests should .NOT. have been two-parters. Nothing about them warranted 44 minutes, sure great phatsby had guest star power, but god, it DRAGGED
**EDIT: LMAO FORGOT TO INCLUDE SEASON 1 & 2 FAVES
#seraph king#asks#long post#WHAT ANIMATED WOMEN WANT ISNT EVEN AS TERRIBLE AS THE OTHER TWO#but jesus fucking christ the way lisa is written in that episode as not only taking but loving Milhouse acting like an abusive jackass to h#it was sooooooo fucking baaaaaadddddd#anyway modern simpsons has hidden gems @ the 22-31 ones#lizmet#seraph-king#simpsons
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Here’s hoping this ends up in the tag as it should. This is based of some prompts the lovely @xodirection sent me yesterday! Thanks, girl! Hope you like!
Prompts used:
“I miss you so much it hurts.”
Long cuddles (There’s so many cuddles)
Jack gets in a bar fight because some jackass puts his hands on his lady…
Fight
Summary: Them’s fighting words… Jack Lowden/Reader
Warnings: Shouting and a bit of mild violence.
There was a knock on the door and she sprung to her feet, setting her laptop aside. She smiled at Bobby who sat at the small dining table across the room. “That’s probably Jack!”
She dashed towards the door and threw it open, smiling widely down at Jack. Throwing her arms open, she beamed. “Jack Jack!”
Jack managed a small, tight smile and wrapped his arms around her. “I missed ye, hennie.”
She frowned and pulled slightly away from him. “Are you okay, baby?”
He shrugged and caught sight of Bobby packing his laptop up over her shoulder. “Get lost, Bobby.”
Frowning a bit at his tone, Bobby nodded. “On my way out, Jack. See you Monday morning, Y/N.”
She nodded and waved, smiling politely. “Yep. See you bright and early.”
Jack stepped fully into the trailer, letting Bobby out, frowning mightily down at the smaller man.
As soon as the door was closed behind him, Y/N turned on Jack. “What was that about?”
Jack shrugged and brushed past her to sit on the couch. “It’s nothin’, hen.” He pasted a smile on his face and patted his lap. “Come cuddle?”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “What was that, Jack? Why were you so rude to Bobby?”
Jack scoffed. “Who gives a fuck, woman? Ge’ over ‘ere.”
“No.”
“‘Scuse me?” He all but growled.
She shook her head and pulled herself up to her not very impressive height. “Absolutely not. You’re not gonna talk to me like that, Jack.”
“Like what, hennie? How am I talkin’ te ye exactly?” He swiped a hand over his face.
“Like I’m below you, Jack. Like you have a right to command sex from me.”
“Don’t I?” He tried for humor, he really did. But it just came out of his mouth nastily, like acid. He fought to regain control over his temper and tried again. “Hennie, come here please…” He shoved to his feet. “Fuck this. I’m gettin’ a hotel.”
She pulled back like he had struck her. “No. Sit your ass down. We’re gonna talk about this.” He glared at her. “What did I do? What is your bloody problem, Jack?”
He ignored her and made for the door. She got in between him and the door and shoved at his chest. “Baby, what is wrong? Can you please just talk to me?”
He was silent for a long moment, leaning down over her, caging her against the door. “Bobby… how many hoors a day do ye spend wit’ him?”
She pulled back. “What? Jack, he’s my assistant. I spend a lot of time with him.” She grew quiet. “What are you suggesting?”
“I’m no’ suggestin’ anythin’.” He shrugged, tense and sarcastic. “Jus’ tha’ ye seem t’enjoy spendin’ tha’ time wit’ ‘im… he already fuck ye, hen? Tha’ why ye don-”
She slapped him and ducked under his arm. “Get out.”
He banged his fist against the door loudly and she jumped, looking suddenly very scared. His heart froze and he realized just how far this had gotten. “Hennie.. Lovie, I’m-”
She shook her head, tears pooling in her eyes. “Out. Go find that fuckin’ hotel. I don’t care.” She sucked in a breath. “I haven’t seen you for two months and this is what you do?”
“Y/N… I’m sorry, lass…”
“Get. Out.” She turned and fled towards her bedroom, slamming the door.
Jack sagged back against the door, sinking to the floor, and forced himself to sit and listen to her sobbing through the thin walls of the trailer. He pushed the heels of his hands into his eyes, fighting back tears.
It had been a long day and he hadn’t really meant to take that out on his girl. But then he’d seen Bobby and lost the last bit of his patience…
He knew she wouldn’t ever cheat on him. That she loved him as much as he loved her, but he had wanted nothing more than to cuddle with his lady-love and then the kid was there- Shit, he was a dumbass.
God.. what had he done?
He shoved to his feet and all but staggered toward the bedroom door where he could still hear her sobbing. She had probably not made it to the bed and had just curled in on herself on the other side of the door. The image that his mind conjured up made him feel like scum.
I am such a fuckin’ arsehole.
He knocked on the door and she struggled to catch her breath. “I told you to leave.”
“Lovie… I’m so sorry.”
She muffled the next sob and he wanted to punch himself in the face. “I just want you to leave me alone. Go away.”
He sighed and sat on the other side of the door. “I’m an arse, love. I’m so sorry.”
She didn’t say anything and more out of a bid to fill the silence, Jack started rambling. “I miss ye so much it hurts, hen. Skype jus’ ain’t enough, y’know. I hate wakin’ up in th’morning an’ knowin’ yer no’ there t’force me ou’ a’bed. I hate no’ bein’ able to eat wit’ ye, te talk through even the mundane, normal shite wit’ ye. I hate working on sets wi’out ye.”
He chuckled sadly. “I’ve been rather spoiled by working wit’ ye, s’pose. It’s jus’ not th’same wi’out ye on th’otha side of th’camera. Some of the camera opera’ers on this crew are absolute rubbish. Today we had to film one scene five bloody times because th’camera couldn’t get their shite toge’er.” He sighed. “Tha’s why I missed tha’ ferst bloody train and then dinner. It’s been a shit day, love. I’m sorry.”
She stuttered angrily. “You accused me of cheating on you because another camera operator sucked at their job? What fuckin’ sense does that make, Jack?”
He nodded, though she couldn’t see it. “I know.. I don’t ‘ave a single credible explanation fer tha’, lovie… I was jus’ angry an’ spoilin’ fer a fight. I know ye’d never cheat on me.”
“Do you?” He felt her head connect with the door lightly. “Cause if you don’t, fuck right off.”
“I jus’ went a bit mad, is all. All I’ve wanted all day is to be wit’ ye an’ it felt like everythin’ was conspirin’ to make tha’ not happen. Then I get here and Bobby is here and even though rationally I know ye don’t want ‘im, that ye love me, I just-”
“Acted like a complete fucktard?” She sucked in another breath, her voice less shaky. “We were just trying to get everything done so I could spend all weekend with you and not have anything to work on. I just wanted to make sure you had my undivided attention. Then you go and flip the fuck out over Bobby of all people.”
He sighed. “Hennie, I’m sorry I blew up.”
“You’re an ass.” She paused. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“Don’t I know it, lass. Don’t know what I’d do wi’out ye. I love ye too.” He smiled. “Let me in? I need te hold ye somethin’ fierce.”
There was a tense silence and then he heard her stand. He sighed in relief and stood. The door opened slowly and she stuck her head out, using her body to block him out of the room. She leaned against the door frame and the sight of her hunched posture and red eyes had his heart plummeting all over again.
“Och… hennie. I’m so sorry.”
She shrugged and looked down at her feet. When he lifted his hand to wipe at her cheeks, she shied away from him and he sucked in a stuttering breath.
“You scared me. I’ve never seen you that angry before.”
He nodded and leaned in close to her, but not touching her. “I’m sorry, hennie. I swear, I’d never hurt ye. I didn’t even realize how out of control I had gotten. Baby, I’m so sorry.”
She nodded and tentatively set a hand against his waist before it slid up his chest. She lifted her other hand and cradled his red cheek “I’m sorry for slapping you.”
He shook his head and slid his arms around her slowly, tryin’ not to spook her. “It’s alright… Though it did sting, hennie. I feel better knowing ye can defend yeself.”
She stepped fully into his arms and chuckled through a fresh run of tears, pressing her face to his chest. He squeezed her tightly to him and nuzzled his cheek against the top of her head. “Gawd. I ‘ate m’self fer doin’ this te ye, m’love.” He let her sob, pressing the occasional soft kiss to her hair. “Let’s go lay down, hennie. Please?”
She nodded and turned away from him, wiping at her face. He eyed the bed with some trepidation. He doubted he would be able to even fully stretch out his legs.
“What is it?” She had turned back to him.
He smiled softly and wiped a stray tear from her face. “Jus’ a small bed, hennie. Tha’sall. I’m too tall fer it.”
“You’re gonna wish you really went to that hotel now.” She smiled feebly and sat down, scooting to the far side.
He shook his head and leaned over the bed to kiss her, catching her eyes and holding her gaze. “If yer no’ at th’hotel, then I don’t want t’be at th’hotel. I’d sleep in a bloody shack on a dirt floor if ye were there wit’ me.” He grinned and thumbed at her chin. “If I had-a gone to th’hotel, then I’d be hatin’ meself all night fer walkin’ oot on th’woman I love an’ leavin’ her cryin’. Ye know tha’ right, hennie? Wouldnae ‘ave slept anyways.”
“Yeah, I know.” She kissed him before curling her knees to her chest and watching as he sat on the edge of the bed and unlaced his boots.
Boots gone, he stayed still, perched on the edge of the bed, shoulders sagging under the weight of exhaustion and the emotional toil of the day. He rubbed a hand over his face and her heart squeezed as his shoulders started shaking silently.
She scooted forward and wrapped herself around him, cheek pressed to his back. Sometime later, his breathing smoothed as he calmed down and he chuckled through the tears. “No’ necessarily th’sexiest thing ye’ve seen me do.”
She smiled. “Oh, I don’t know There’s something very comforting about knowing that all this affects you as much as it does me. This past hour has been brutal. I’d be worried if you managed to make it through dry-eyed.”
He nodded, wiping at his face, and patted her thigh. “Move back, lovie. I need a cuddle.”
She laid back and he stood, stripping himself of his jumper, undershirt and jeans. She hadn’t bothered to take off her own jeans, so he motioned to her. “Can I help ye out, hennie?” She smiled and nodded.
Smiling, he moved to kneel next to her on the bed and leant down to kiss her, before popping the button on her jeans and shimmying them down her legs. He paused to press a kiss to her sternum over her (or rather his) uni jumper- how did I miss that?-, before stretching out over her. He laid his head on her chest, angling across the bed to make sure he could stretch out fully, and sighed when she started carding her fingers through his hair.
“I’m sorry, hennie.”
She shushed him. “It’s okay. I forgive you.”
“I love ye.”
“I love you too.” She kissed his head. “I’m sorry you had such a shit day.”
He shrugged and they lapsed into comfortable silence. She had just begun dozing off, warm and safe in his arms when he spoke again. “If I ever do tha’ again, leave me.”
She hummed and he sat up, eyes serious. “If I ever get tha’ angry again, where yer scared tha’-” he swallowed dryly “-tha’ I might hurt ye, leave me.”
She nodded but leaned up to kiss him. “Okay, I will. I was scared for a brief second but I didn’t ever think you were going to hurt me, please know that. You scared yourself as much… maybe more than you scared me.”
He laid his head back on her chest. “I will never forget th’look on yer face. I never wanted te scare ye, I promise.”
She shushed him again and started combing through his hair again. “I know, baby. I never thought you did, I promise. I know that you’d never hurt me. You just lost control for a split second.”
He shook his head. “It’s no excuse. I shoulda never done it.”
She shushed him and kissed his hair.
**
She followed Jack back to the table, smiling at the friends who had joined them since Jack had pulled her onto the dance floor.
Jack grinned. “Hiya!”
There was only seat so she let Jack pull her into his lap, waving off Fionn’s offered seat. “It’s fine. Why do you think I’m marrying him except to always have a place to sit?”
Jack chuckled and pressed his hips up against her. She muffled a giggle and Jack pressed his lips to her ear. “I’ll give ye a place te sit, hennie.”
She smiled and pecked him on the lips. “Behave, rooster.”
“Neva!”
Quietly laughing, she tapped the little beauty mark revealed by his newly clean-shaven face, before sliding her fingers back into his hair. “Getcha a man who can do both.”
Jack hummed, eyes on her lips.
There was a sudden awkward quietness and the couple turned from each other.
Y/N frowned. “What’s wrong?”
Fionn shrugged. “That bloke by the bar. Tom says he’s been staring this way for awhile.”
Jack leaned around her and she swiveled to look. The man, who she wouldn’t hesitate to describe as vaguely dude bro-ish, was still staring. When he saw that he had her attention, he lifted his hand to his face and made an obscene gesture.
She recoiled back against Jack’s chest.
“Wha’ th’fuck?” Jack patted her thigh. “Le’me up, hennie. I’m gonna deal wit’ this.”
She shook her head and turned to face Jack. “Absolutely not.”
Jack frowned, flushed in anger. “No bloody arsehole is gonna act tha’ way te a lady while I’m around, hen. Le’me up.”
Harry nodded and had already stood. “We’ll go with him, Y/N. That’s not cool.”
“No.” She smoothed a hand over his shoulder and down his chest, before turning to the boys. She motioned for them all to sit. “You’re not going to start a fight in a pub over some drunk dumbass being gross. No. You’re all too smart for that.”
“Oh am I?” Jack’s eyes were still very firmly on the dude bro. “I don’t think I am.”
Fionn laughed despite the tension. “I wish I had recorded that.”
“Oi! Ye wanker!” Jack blushed and swatted at Fionn’s arm.
Just like that the tension was dispelled and Y/N sighed in relief.
Jack settled back against the couch and pulled her firmly against his chest, nodding. “Alright, hennie. Jus’ because you asked me to.”
“Thank you, my love.” She leaned up to kiss him. “There’s already too much attention on all of us, what with Harry being here. I don’t want all of this to end up in a tabloid if we can avoid this.”
He sighed, still spoiling for the fight and shrugged. “If tha’s wha’ ye want.” He kissed her forehead. “Yer too smart fer me, lovie.”
She chuckled. “I love you, rooster.”
“I love ye too, m’gorgeous girl.”
An hour and half of her Guinness later, she stood. “I’m gonna run to the toilet.”
Jack casting his eyes around, looking for the dude bro. “Do ye want me te stand ou’side an’ wait fer ye?”
She looked around. “Is he lingering?”
Jack shrugged. “Haven’t seen ‘im in awhile.”
She nodded. “Should be fine then.” She leaned over and kissed him. “I’ll be right back.”
He kept his eyes on her as she crossed the pub toward the toilet. He was fine for the first ten minutes but as each additional minute passed, Jack got increasingly nervous.
He stood and the boys looked up. “I’m gonna go check on Y/N. Be right back.”
Tom nodded and it was like a switch had been flipped, all the earlier tension back tenfold.
Jack leaned on the wall by the corridor that led back to the toilets. He waited, not wanting to make other women uncomfortable if all was well, and was seconds from asking another girl to pop into the bathroom and check when he heard a half-muffled ‘get off’ in a distinct American accent.
He brushed past a man leaving the corridor and rounded the corner towards the ladies’ toilet and saw red. The same asshole from earlier had Y/N backed up against the wall, one hand over her mouth, trying to keep her quiet, the other trying to unbutton her jeans.
She pushed his hand off her face and hauled back, slapping him, fighting like a hellcat to get her knee up between his legs. “Get off of me.”
Cussing a blue streak, the man lifted a hand to strike her.
Jack rushed the man, catching him around the lapels and shoving him against the wall with a thump he was sure could be heard in the pub. “Are ye aff ye bluidy heid, ye bastard? Were ye goin’ te hit her?”
The man laughed. “Whatever man, she wanted it.”
Jack growled and slammed him against the wall again. “Ye best watch yer bloody gob or I’ll skelp ye one guid.”
“Fuck you and fuck your frigid bitch.”
Jack hauled back and hit the asshole square in the jaw. “I told ye te watch yer gob. Ye’ll no’ talk about her tha’ way, ye ken?”
The man spat blood at his feet and managed to break Jack’s grip. He threw a wild, unaimed punch, catching Jack in the eyebrow. Jack caught the man again and this time there was no doubt that everyone in the suddenly silent pub heard the man’s head hit the panelled wood wall.
Y/N jumped and Jack caught the motion out of the corner of his eye. “Are ye okay, m’love?” When she had nodded, he jerked his chin. “Go stand wit’ the lads, lovie.”
She nodded, turning to see their friends gathered in the corner. Shakily, she took the five steps to Barry and Harry who gently passed her back to Tom and Fionn.
“Are you alright, Y/N?” Tom wrapped an arm around her and smiled gently. “Did he hurt you?”
She shook her head. “Jack’s bleeding.”
Tom shushed her. “He’ll be alright.”
“Your whore girlfriend-”
Jack punched him again, this time right in the mouth. “Haud yer wheesht!”
“Fuck you, you jock bastard.”
This time he lost a tooth.
There was a commotion behind them and the bouncers pushed past the growing crowd. “Break it up! Come on, lads. There’s no need to fight.”
Jack dropped the man, hands up, and backed away. “I caught him tryin’ t’rape me burd.”
One bouncer frowned as the other hauled the dude bro to his feet. “Is this true?”
The asshole spat out another tooth. “Fuck t’lot of ya.”
“Where’s your girlfriend?”
Jack motioned to Y/N, who pulled away from Tom and rushed to Jack’s side. “M’fiancee.”
The bouncer nodded. “Did this man try to rape you?”
She nodded. “He was waiting for me when I left the toilet. Grabbed me and hauled me into the corner.”
“Fuck you, bitch.”
Jack made another bid to get at the man, but Y/N grabbed his hand, avoiding his split knuckles. Jack looked down and gathered her against his side. Pressing his face to her hair, he turned back to the bouncers. “He harassed ‘er earlier, made an obscene gesture, leerin’, all tha’.”
The bouncer nodded. “We’ll call the cops. Go head back into the pub and we’ll get this arsewipe out of here.”
Jack turned and found he was blocked by a crowd of people. He gritted his teeth and bellowed, “Move, ye arseholes! I wanna get m’girl outta ‘ere.”
The crowd parted and still in black temper, Jack led her back to the table. “Sit down, hennie. I need a bluidy drink.”
She shook her head. Smiling softly, she guided him to the seat. “Sit down, my love. I need to grab ice for that eyebrow. I’ll grab you a drink.”
He touched his eyebrow, hand coming away bloody, and winced. “Didn’t realize he go’ me.”
She nodded, holding a clean cocktail napkin underneath his eyebrow. “I don’t know how. You’ve got blood all in your eye. You’ll definitely have a bruise in the morning-”
Still clinging to his anger, he tried for a grin. “Ye should see th’otha guy.”
She pecked at his lips. “I know, I did…” She fingered the collar of his flannel. “I think that shirt is toast, you have blood on the collar and the sleeve.” She kissed his cheek. “Hold that. I’ll be right back.”
He shook his head. “I don’t want ye leavin’ me side fer the rest of the night, hennie.” He grabbed her hand.
“I’ll be-”
Barry smiled. “I’ll get it, Y/N. Sit wit’ Jack.” He grinned at Jack. “Gotta buy the night’s hero a drink, yeah? Scotch?”
Jack nodded and pulled Y/N back to him. She sat gingerly in his lap and put some pressure on his eyebrow. “Are ye really okay, hennie?”
She nodded, smiling at him. “You, my hero, got to him mere seconds after he pulled me into the corner. I’m just fine. I promise.”
He nodded and flexed his hand, wincing as Barry returned with his whiskey, a glass of ice and first aid kit.
Jack sipped at his whiskey, while she cleaned the area around his eyebrow with an alcohol pad. She smoothed a little petroleum jelly over the cut when she was satisfied that it was clean and no longer bleeding. “There that should do for that. Let’s see that hand.”
After carefully cleaning the blood away from his split knuckles, she wrapped some ice up in a clean rag. Pressing it to his hand, they sat and waited for the bouncers to come back after talking to the police.
Jack sipped his whiskey again. “I love ye, Y/N.”
She smiled and kissed him, aware that everyone still had eyes on them. “I love you too, rooster. I’m so glad I have you.”
He knocked foreheads with her before wincing and cussing as it knocked his split eyebrow against her forehead. “Shite!”
She laughed. “Now you’ve gone and got bloody petroleum jelly on me! Yuck!”
Jack laughed and leaned forward to kiss her.
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All texts for Jong and Binnie. ((Binch watch me take YEARS to make those happen
//listen imma sit here, read it in 5 years and remember it slowly bc i’ll forget about it LMAO
esteban to janghyan
🌻 a worried text.[text → kem janghyan] are u ok? u haven’t complained to me about things in like 2 seconds, don’t tell me things are going good now bc i will get nervous and think someone stole your phone or smth
🐰 a goofy text.[text → kem janghyan] i won a monkey stuffed animal today huehuehue
🦋 a loving text. [text → kem janghyan] ur the greatest fructose son
🧦 a half-asleep text.[text → kem janghyan] mmmmight fall asl–
🌳 a happy text.[text → kem janghyan] I JUST PUT A TINY HAT ON MY TARANTULA THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER
🍎 an apologetic text. [text → kem janghyan] im sorry for how bad i am at friendships
⚠️ a text meant for someone else.[text → kem janghyan] i’ll kidnap your child if you do that
🕰️ an early morning text.[text → kem janghyan] goooood morning im ready to not live this day
💫 a late night text.[text → kem janghyan] ARE YOU AWAKE
🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent.[text → kem janghyan] i might’ve bought a shirt with ur face on it to promote your face
💡 a scared text.[text → kem janghyan] kinda feel like i’m never gonna be good enough and that i’ll be left sooner or later
💀 an urgent text.[text → kem janghyan] JANGHYAN PLS ANSWER YOUR PHONE THIS IS I M P O R T A N T
🥇 a supportive text.[text → kem janghyan] i’ll be the first in line next time you’ll release an album!!
🔪 a hateful text. [text → kem janghyan] i just stepped in water while wearing socks and i hate everything bc of this
🌊 a sad text.[text → kem janghyan] today ain’t it and i can’t get myself out of bed
⚡ an angry text.[text → kem janghyan] this bitch tried to steal my cat, got so mad i hit her in the face
🚀 a goodbye text.[text → kem janghyan] will you keep a good eye on z and make sure he doesn’t do anything crazy?
hyunnie to binnie
🌻 a worried text.[text → binnie] ARE YOU ALIVE???
🐰 a goofy text.[text → binnie] UR A BOOB
🦋 a loving text. [text → binnie]
🧦 a half-asleep text.[text → binnie] 9pm morning sounds foos
🌳 a happy text.[text → binnie] OK SO I PURCHASED TWO ONESIES AND THEY ARRIVED!!! YOU NEEDA COME OVER TO WE CAN WEAR THEM AND BE COMFY
🍎 an apologetic text.[text → binnie] scuse me for my lack of friendness i’ve been caught up in this stupid game
⚠️ a text meant for someone else.[text → binnie] {photo attached of a dickpic tbh} WOW FUCK SORRY THAT WAS NOT MEANT FOR YOU
🕰️ an early morning text.[text → binnie] RISE AND SHINEEEEE just kidding keep sleeping, imma go back to sleep too bc it’s like 9am and that is not the time to be awake already
💫 a late night text.[text → binnie] GO. SLEEP. YOU LOOKED TIRED TODAY
🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent.[text → binnie] wanna netflix and chill? and then i mean actually chill
💡 a scared text.[text → binnie] …someone shot a gun and ever since it’s been dead quiet here
💀 an urgent text.[text → binnie] {photo attached of two pairs of shoes} LEFT OR RIGHT?
🥇 a supportive text.[text → binnie] GO DO IT BINNIE. YOU CAN DO IT!! I BELIEVE IN YOU
🔪 a hateful text. [text → binnie] carrots are so fucking annoying and orange it’s not okay
🌊 a sad text.[text → binnie] :
⚡ an angry text.[text → binnie] i just traveled an hour by train for this game they’d only sell at one specific store only to be told that i was a day too early. then i showed them the receipts of that it’s supposed to be sold today already i got kicked out, so now i wasted a lot of time, some money and my will to even buy that game anymore
🚀 a goodbye text.[text → binnie] I’LL BE BACK BEFORE YOU KNOW IT, JUST LEMME DO MY THING IN MURICA FOR A WHILE AND THEN I’LL RETURN OK??? DON’T MISS ME TOO MUCH
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Ngl i really really wanna punch my roommate, he banged on the bedroom door demanding me to tell him if i ate his stupid food. Then when i get him to leave me alone bc i didnt eat his food, i hear him yelling and bitching abt me and other bullshit in his life. Saying shit like hes gonna fucking leave bc her (my older sister) little sister donest even fucking work and that i am useless. Like??? Um ex-fucking-scuse me? One, you dont know shit about me, and two i am not a girl you fucking waste of a human being. Oh no im so sorry for not cleanubg up the whole house! Your majesty please dont get mad at me! I didnt mean to be ao useless! Besides, my only job here is to clean up after all the pets, take care of them and wash mine and my sisters dishes. Not clean up after his or his familys dirty ass mess. At least i dont leave weed all over the kitchen table and at least i dont fucking complain abt everything and blame everything that happens on my mental illnesses. At least i have the decency to clean up after myself and be a good roommate by making aure that i dont be loud af at night when i know that others are sleeping. He comes in here forcing a trusted family friend to give up their key to the house my sister gave them for emergencies or when they need to get away from home and then calls them a "saftey hazard" all bc his sister is here too. No, my friend is not a fucking disgusting person, they would never do that crap. I am just so fucking tired of this asshole, but i dont say anything bc its not my place to, especially since thia isn't my house, its my sisters.
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