a slight continuation of this
no caller ID pops on your screen, pulling your attention away from your previous task at hand: not fucking up your eyeliner. you typically wouldn’t care if it was a little uneven, but you’re going on a date tonight, for the first time in so long, and you want everything to go as smoothly as possible.
which is why you groan when you end the call, and that same no caller ID pops right back up seconds later. you know who it is—who else would it be? you figured he’s already seen your story of being excited for going on your first date in a while, on the only app you hadn’t blocked him on. petty? perhaps, but it’s on him to be keeping up with you despite you cursing him out for wasting your time and then blocking him right after.
you watch it ring though, contemplating for a while longer than you should. you blocked him for a reason. no need to entertain his same shit that he always spews to you when he realizes that he might be losing you once more?
….but it doesn’t hurt to hear the hero beg for you.
“What do you want, Bakugou?” You sigh irritably as you finally answer his call, putting him on speaker as you go back to even out your eyeliner. You hear him huff on the other side of the phone at the use of his surname, but he doesn’t say anything about it, instead, quickly telling you what he’s been bothering you for.
“Who’s the fuckin’ loser that’s gonna drool over how good your tits look in that stupid green dress you love so much?” Bakugou grunts, and you instantly feel your face heating at his crude words. You glance over with a frown at that same green dress that makes your tits look good, where it hangs on your closet.
“None of your damn business, Bakugou.” You snap at him, wondering if it’s too late to find something else to wear. “Not like you ever took me out in my stupid green dress.” Your voice holds a level of bitterness that only he can bring out of you, and you hear his sigh through the speakers.
“I told you this before, I’m always—”
“Busy.” You cut him off, voice suddenly thick as you think back on the countless rejections he’s splattered at your feet every time you tried to further your relationship with him. “You reminded me of how busy you’ve been since you first started this whole situationship.”
“Situation—? Huh? We were dating!” Bakugou protests with a huff, and you can hear how he paces the floor quickly. You glare at your phone, setting down your liner to instead pick of your (his) favorite lipgloss.
“You’d have to ask me out to be dating, Bakugou. You’d have to court me to be dating, Bakugou. You’d have to make time for me and take me out on dates and not hide me to fucking date me, Bakugou.” You spit at him, venom dripping off of your lips in waves. You don’t know why you answered, why you even entertained him. You shake your head with a huff when the line goes quiet, eyebrows quirking up when your date sends you a text to make sure you’re still on for tonight.
“I’m sorry.” Bakugou mutters pathetically, his voice suddenly soft. You hesitate, for some reason, when it comes to texting your date back. Why do you always hesitate when Bakugou is around?
“Let me make it up to you, court you, and shit. I can take you to one of my favorite places, you can wear that pretty green dress and that gloss you know I love.” His voice is pleading, thickening and sweet and suffocating. You shouldn’t respond, should reply back a yes to your date.
“Please? You know how much you mean to me.” Bakugou mumbles, and you can hear the earnestness in his voice. Why haven’t you said yes to your date yet?
“I’ll do better this time. Just one more chance, sweetheart.” Bakugou’s voice is so soft, you’ve never heard him this vulnerable before. You sigh with a shake of your head, slumping back into your seat in defeat.
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Sorry, I can’t make it tonight. Something came up. Maybe we can reschedule for another time?
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A family friend who was very much a grandfather figure to me passed away today. Once again it was not unexpected but after losing my biological grandpa just two weeks ago it’s a lot lol
His wife died last year and, knowing I’m the family videographer, he asked me to record her funeral service so he could watch it again. I made him a DVD and every time we saw each other since then he thanked me and tried to pay me lol, which I always refused. Finally, last fall, he mailed me a formal thank you note—with money in the envelope, so I couldn’t return it this time
Everyone called him Marv, even his toddler great-grandchildren. He always wore suspenders. If you met him, you might think he was a stereotypically foggy old man at first, friendly and old-fashioned and a bit nutty—but he was brilliant. A Nebraska farm boy who got a full scholarship to become a chemical engineer and never lost his edge. And the nicest man in the world, curious and kind and funny. He and his wife lost their infant son to cancer many decades ago, I hope the three of them are together again now
The physical absence part of death has been hitting hard lately. It’s just stupid intense
And I know it doesn’t always go this way and I’m honestly fortunate so far that it has, but in the back of my head I’ve always thought “ok, grandparents die first, you don’t have to worry about your parents until your grandparents die.” But now it’s all happening very suddenly and that imaginary boundary is almost gone. I notice the ways my parents are getting older and my dad is sick right now and I worry about them more and more this shit sucks
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Baela and the Myth of the Child Fighting Pits
Not sure why I keep seeing from green-leaning accounts that in Fire and Blood, Baela visited the child fighting pits.
But this is what F&B says about Baela post-Dance:
Nothing about child fighting pits. In fact this is what shows up when I search ‘pits’ in Fire and Blood:
The definition of a rat pit according to awoiaf:
Not the best of places, I’m not going to defend it but there’s nothing about children there (also lower down it’s stated Mushroom said these are the places Aegon II would frequent, which the show turned into child fighting pits).
Also saw it said on here that Baela celebrated Jaehaerys’ murder… Her reaction was not recorded.
Baela is many things and she is not perfect but what I’m seeing is just not accurate. And that’s not even getting into what I’ve seen on Reddit where they say she wasn’t faithful to Jace before his death and was kissing squires while he was in Winterfell. (Narrator: she wasn’t.)
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Do you check dms?
Yup. But I don’t usually have the social energy to reply to them. If we’re not mutuals and it isn’t about something specific, I’m likely not going to reply. I’m not really on here looking for complete strangers to talk to privately.
It’s nothing personal, I just don’t have the mental capacity for it. Sorry!
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