Daphne "Good luck!"
Elise *exhales* "Thanks..."
Amelia "-but, um, I'm happy that you haven't told Ellie."
Daphne "Don't worry, Amy. I won't."
Daphne "But you should tell her yourself."
Amelia "Mmm. I will! If it happens. Maybe it doesn't!"
Daphne If Ellie gets the job and Amy goes to uni, what am I supposed to do? I thought we would figure out something together...
*sigh* I guess Ellie's just waiting to start a life with Tristan, anyway. And Amy's always done what we've done because it's easy for her. But, still... it feels so weird to think of anything without them.
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I guess this is what I do now. Another fic snippet upon you (Jonelias this time)
It's called The Red string of fate (can go fuck itself)
Tldr: this is a fic where an organization and an algorithm basically determines who you are partnered to based on genetics and traits. Jon is ace and identifies as a man, and has been fighting the system, requesting an exception to the pairing program, though it's the law for every afab person to have at least one child, he wants zero. Zip. Nada. And on the day he goes in for the 5th time to ask for an exception, he learns he's been matched and is no longer eligible. His new 'destiny' is someone named Elias Bouchard. (Elias isn't evil and this isn't an abusive dynamic in this fic, pointing that out in advance) ANYWAY HAVE JON AND HIS FRIENDS COMMISERATING WITH HIM OVER COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF ALCOHOL.
"This is such bullshit!" Melanie King slammed her hand down onto the bar table suddenly, and Jon jumped. She immediately pulled it back. "I'm sorry, Jon, but it is!"
"I agree with Mel," Jon's other friend, Tim Stoker said severely. He swirled his drink in his glass before frowning and looking at Jon. "You've been in there four times already, and it's only now they've decided to pair you off? Something's fishy." Beside him, a pretty woman with a mess of curly dark hair was staring intently at her phone. After a moment, she huffed.
"I can't find anything on 'Elias Bouchard' on Yowler or Unlinked. The man is a ghost."
Sasha James, Jon's third friend and partner of Tim's, sighed and set her phone down on the table before picking up her glass. "That's not a good sign."
Jon groaned.
Tim tapped at his glass thoughtfully. "Maybe he's just not big on social media?"
Jon groaned louder, dropping his head into his arms. "Or he's a serial killer." Melanie offered, unhelpfully.
"Or that," Tim conceded. "You okay, Jon? You're melting off the table."
Jon lifted his head a little, eyes dull. "It doesn't matter what he's like," he said hopelessly. "I don't want this. I never have."
Melanie’s expression softened, and she reached over and patted Jon's back. "We know, man. We know. We're here for you."
Sasha slid over an unopened bottle of stout. "Here. Or you can get something stronger, it's on me and Tim."
Melanie sat up, picked up her drink and cocked her head. "I never got how you two just happened to match together. Tim, you're gorgeous but you’re a different, opposing alignment then Sasha. How’d this happen? Spill.”
Sasha and Tim exchanged mischievous looks. “We rigged the system,” Tim said abruptly.
“You what? How?” Melanie leaned forwards, eyeing the pair of them with disbelief and incredulity. “There’s no way. Tell me everything.”
Sasha grinned widely. “Well, me and Tim were friends for ages… and we decided a long time ago that we didn’t want to be split up if the system matched us to other partners. So…” She paused for dramatic effect. “I hacked the system!”
Tim devolved into snorting laughter, but Melanie swore. “Get the fuck out. There’s no way! It's not possible.”
“Yeah,” Tim said eventually, coming up from his giggles. “We paid someone on the inside to fudge the paperwork. God, Mel, you’re hilarious. Never change.”
Despite Jon’s atrocious start to the day, his evening was relatively pleasant, spent around friends who cared for him and wanted to see him happy.
“They’re going to send me the whole package,” he moaned, after his n’th drink. “It's going to have his photo, and all of his information. Do they realize how incredibly unnatural this all is? My apparent life partner, matched to me by an algorithm?”
“And genetics,” Tim added, swirling the beer in his glass. “Don’t forget that the whole reason for it all is to produce healthy offspring. In an age of birth decline,” He changed his voice, mimicking one of the LION’s top representatives. Everyone at the table had seen the video and the air was filled with groans, but Tim kept going. “We must all do our part to ensure our unique traits survive the test of time. That’s why -”
“Don’t say it,” Jon moaned, head thunking down on the table. He was well and truly inebriated, but it wasn’t enough. “Don’t even say it.” He pushed his half full beer away from him, no longer interested in it.
“It is fucked up,” Melanie agree, helping herself to Jon’s abandoned drink. “If you think about it, really think about it, this is a dystopia. Like, seriously. We’re living in a society.”
Sasha made a face, then leaned her head over onto Tim’s shoulder. “Mel, I love you, but I’m way too drunk to talk politics right now.”
The rest of the evening was a smeary, drunken blur for Jon. He woke up the next day in his bed with a terrible hangover and a feeling of dread settled deep in his gut.
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The thought of her final days and relaxation were all that filled Dianora’s mind. As she leisurely played chess, and drank, and bathed, and read to her heart’s content, she had never felt more at peace. Evenings were littered with lullabies and tranquility as Miao chirped at the fire place.
Dear Miao had lived with the Curcuruto’s long since they had moved in, or rather when Miao decided to start lurking around their estate. The stray often pondered outside and brought ‘gifts’ of dead rats and birds to their door, by which Gianluca would return the gesture with a bowl of leftover supper. Miao was nervous at first, but eventually Gianluca was able to convince the stray into their home. Now, Miao wonders as she pleases but at least she can always return to the end of the Curcuruto’s bed for some warmth during the cold nights of the city.
Stella Stellina
An English Translation of ‘Stella Stellina’
Star little star, the night is coming;
the flame is trembling, the cow is in the stable; the cow and the calf; the sheep and the lame;
the mother hen and the chick; each has their little one, each has their Mama, and everyone sleeps.
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Randomness #768
My brother and I just learned the true meaning behind "this little piggy," and we are traumatized LOL. You know...little kids take what they see and hear at face value, and we thought "went to the market" meant the pig went to [insert favorite grocery store] to buy some milk or something...specifically the roast beef the other pig ate lol. We recited that rhyme with visions of the pig tra-la-la'ing down the aisles pushing a shopping cart. 🤣 But today, he sent me a video of people around our age having this same epiphany and realizing the pig was not at Kroger pushing a cart buying roast beef (and milk lol), but in fact going to the meat market for slaughter! 😵
The roast beef? That speaks of the other pig being fattened up for slaughter.
The one who stayed home was too young and needed to mature.
The one who had none? Well, he was too small to go to the market and should probably have some roast beef.
But the one who cried weee weee weee???
😭
I don't have the heart to tell you what that one is, but you already know. I feel like my favorite commercial (and one of my favorite responses) is a lie and now I'm conflicted lol.
But I've been saying "weeeeee" for like half my life lol. I started saying it even more after I was introduced to Hamilton. Maybe I'll just say it's from there lol. 😅
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Lydia "Sweetie? Are you doing something?"
Elise "...Tristan hasn't replied to my mail."
Lydia "How about we go out for a bit? To get you some sunshine..."
Lydia "-oh, um. I proposed to Ash."
Elise "Y-you did?"
Lydia "Mmm. When I came here, I didn't have... family or friends. So when I met your dad, it felt like he was all there was."
Elise "Just like I feel about Tristan!"
Lydia "But... that can't be true, Elise. You have your sisters-"
Elise "It's not the same."
Lydia "O-of course it's not, but you've been always together. You even learned to walk about the same time."
Elise "You don't get it, mommy. Daph and Amy don't understand how it feels to need sunshine. Or never sleeping."
Lydia "...I'm sorry that I can't understand either, sweetheart."
Elise "But that's why me and Tristan are meant to be! We understand each other perfectly."
Elise "...I just miss him so much, mom."
Lydia "I can understand that, at least! But... I'm sure Tristan would like you to have a good time while he's away. Wouldn't you have more to tell him when he calls, too?"
Elise "I-I guess. I hadn't thought it that way." Tristan has already joined all those clubs and he said the classes will start soon, too. And I'm just home... does he think I'm boring?
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Then it’s story time for Mase and Dub. They listen intently while I read a toddler book called “Driving to Mars.” I would have thought that Dub had outgrown these bedtime stories, but I’m secretly glad he hasn’t.
Kai: *reading* The space boat passes three comets, counting them 1-2-3. Pete glances out the space portal, but what does he see?
Mason: He sees the moon.
Wade: No, not the moon, Mase. He saw Mars!
Kai: Nope, not the moon or Mars. *continues reading* He saw a strange space tree!
Wade: *giggles*
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