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lipstick lesbian flag users/defenders off yourselves challenge
aka terfs go die challenge lolololol
if yk what it means that is, otherwise look at any trans lesbians post abt it
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hii idk if u are taking request (if you're not ignore this lmao) but could you write some todd anderson fluff? my sister moved away and im feeling kinda sad :( idk if you write for todd either lol anyways love ur account!!
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pairing: todd anderson x reader
summary: a silly little game of tickle fight with todd.
word count: 1.1k
a/n: ofc! <3 i was supposed to keep this short but i'm an absolute sucker for fluff so i went a little overboard hhfhhfhefdfr i hope u like it!
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it was starting to get repetitive. the few episodes you watched earlier were somewhat more entertaining, or shall you say as entertaining as watching a lawyer defend their client gets. there were moments where it really got you and todd riled up, but after that it'll just be another line of the guy on screen describing to you what a public defender is.
'the court is adjourned!' the voice of the guy on screen shouted as he banged his gavel on the wooden sound block, signalling that the aired episode was over.
"i'm starting to get sick of this bart matthew guy's face. how long have we been watching?" you asked, leaning your head further into todd's body until it was on his lap.
"i think it we started at season 1, we've been at it for a while." todd said as he reached for the remote controller, "do you want me to switch the channel, love?"
"okay, maybe that show my mom watches is on. the eve garden something?" you sat up and pondered with a hand on your chin.
"it's eve arden, i've seen bits of it a few times."
you hastily laid back down and yawned as you shook your head in understanding, moving on your side to watch todd fiddle with the remote controller in search for a good show. sunday afternoons were usually like this, rather than going out and doing activities that would require human interaction, todd would instead show up at your front door to spend time with you, saving you both the time and effort of socialising─ which you knew todd preferred. for the next few hours, you'd both be huddled in bed or on the couch in each other's arms, reading each other silly poems and stories you'd make up, or watch tv until the sun goes down. to some it might be boring, yes, but nothing's boring when it's with todd.
"hey todd?"
he hummed as he moved his focus away from the television and onto you, who was staring up at him with an all too familiar look on your face. you were about to crack a bad joke.
"what is it called-"
"please make it a good joke this time."
"it is! i guarantee you that you'll laugh your knickers off!"
he once again hummed as he raised his eyebrows with a skeptical look, he knew the joke would be so stupid that it wasn't the joke he's laughing at─ but the sheer stupidity of it is what makes him snicker. he let's it slide though, since he gets to see that bright smile of yours every time.
"alright so, what is it called when the doctor has to tickle you to see if you're conscious?"
todd shook his head, he has no idea what it could be. it could be anything! "i don't know, what?"
"a test tickle." you let out an obnoxious laugh with a slap to the knee as you cackled at your own joke. he on the other hand can't help but wonder where do you get all these jokes from?
"that was a bad joke."
"no it's not! i made you laugh, you're laughing right now!"
"you can hardly consider this laughing!"
an idea came to your mind as soon as the words left your lover's mouth. his face contorted in worry when he saw you move back a little on your side of the couch, and you had this... mischievous expression on. you were up to something.
"hmm... it wouldn't be laughing if i did this then?" you suddenly jumped onto him and started tickling his sides, earning yourself a loud snort from todd.
"w-wait- this isn't- this isn't fair!" his face was turning red with how hard he was laughing. you weren't prepared though when abruptly he flipped you on your back, effectively halting you of your attack and giving you a taste of your own medicine.
the only thing that could be heard in your living room was the sound of you and todd cackling like maniacs. to the people outside your house, they could've easily mistaken it as two children playing. in the middle of your tickle-fighting, todd tried to escape from your unforgiving grasp and tried to make a run from it. you attempted grabbing onto his torso to prevent him from leaving your clutches, but instead of successfully being able to pull him back─ you instead got a hold of his pajamas that he was wearing that day and pulled down. accidentally revealing what was he was wearing that day. in your terms he technically he did laugh his underwear off, except it was his pants.
"h-hey you can't do that!" todd stuttered as his laughed grew even louder. he scrambled to pull his pants back up and almost fell over in the process. your stomach was starting to hurt, and your eyes were welling with tears as you caught a glimpse of his boxers, he had the superman ones that you gave him as joke on his birthday on.
after he got a good distance between the two of you, and after he successfully pulled his pajamas back up, he calmed down to catch his breath which was ragged from all the laughing. you, who was on the couch, were lying on your stomach, you hushed snickers muffled by the couch as you watched him. the memory of his boxers that were now covered by his pants still lingering in your mind.
to control your own breathing, since you were also out of breath, you momentarily closed your eyes with a tired smile on. you forgot how draining tickle fights were. "i must say, what manly boxers you have, mr. anderson."
unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend was slowly creeping his way behind the couch on his tippy toes. it looks like the war wasn't over. when you didn't hear from him, you lifted your head up to check if he was still where you last saw him before you closed your eyes.
"todd?-"
suddenly, you felt something very heavy being pressed onto your entire body─ causing you to shriek in surprise. it was todd. he was laying on top of you with his arms wrapping your body, like he was giving you a bear hug. in that position, he could easily tickle both of your sides. making him the winner of today's tickle fight. and tickle you he did.
"t-todd- i-" you were being cut off by your own uncontrollable laughter, squirming and writhing in his embrace. "you win! you win!"
he instantly let go of you, his lips curled into a huge victorious grin as he sat there, towering over you triumphantly. his hair was all ruffled and he still looked like he just finished running a marathon. you smiled him, your entirety overflowing with happiness, and he shyly smiled back in return before cheering in a hushed manner and whisper shouting like he was an announcer on the sports channel.
"and the crowd goes wild! todd anderson takes home the trophy for today's match!"
you giggled and swiftly wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him down and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
“i will have my revenge, you!”
© sorencd . 2023 ─ do not copy, repost, translate or claim any of my works as your own.
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HOW TO MAKE THE IDOL A GOOD SHOW
Listen to the fans and make Jennie a villain. Trust me the reviews are gonna change OVERNIGHT who doesn't like a pretty, talented, chic villain who's snakey and a backstabber and totally power hungry and ur bestie to ur face but really just playing mind games with you?
Improve the soundtrack like ngl it's so underwhelming for a show focusing on the music industry like idk give us edgy sex music give us synth beats give us smth jay park would beg on his knees for give us 2013 emo era BTS give us a blackpink song reminiscent of sour candy give us another the weeknd and ldr collab
Give some more substance to Troye Sivan's character. Okay so he's one of Jocelyn's besties and helps her out. He's clearly more headstrong than her assistant so why don't we make him a super perceptive guy who is actively tryna hunt tedros down and like idk openly has beef with him? why dont we make him reign hell over his bestie?
Keep it risque but keep but sex scenes moderate and if not, make them uhhmmmm... not literal torture porn
STICK TO ONE DAMN THING DAMMIT or tackle each part of the plot smartly like how abt we have tedros manipulate, groom and brainwash jocelyn and isolate her from everyone else but wrap it up with a pretty, sexy, "i understand you and im just tryna help u and i really care abt u" bow and be her shoulder to cry on while she actively tries to deal with her leaked photo situation and show us flashbacks to the start of her career and her mom's death and how she deals with her mental health (other than dependency on cigs) and like have her serve the c word with some BANGING music as we do all that and like wheres the cult parts that was mentioned in the trailer? give us smth spooky and culty
Have Jocelyn's assistant WOMAN UP like i want her to be a good girl gone bad i want her to be tired of getting pushed around and i want her to lose it and cut her hair and wear an ungodly amount of eyeliner and buy a gun and drop as many f bombs as possible and go thru a rough patch with jocelyn
It would be so interesting to see Tedros try and win over Jocelyn's team like play them as well as hes playing Jocelyn but not entirely
Give us Tedros' backstory
Have Jocelyn do smth DIABOLICAL like have her leak someone's nudes or drive over a pedestrian while drunk idk let's see her heart turn COLD
more alexa demie cameos pls
#hbo the idol#the idol#jennie the idol#jennie kim#troye sivan#troye sivan the idol#hbo max series#hbo max originals#hbo max the idol#lily rose depp#lily rose depp the idol#the idol hbo#the idol 2023#cannes film festival#the weeknd#the weeknd the idol
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finally unmasking to the point you dont have to copycat most people and its just sex jokes.
thats like opening a treasure chest n the treasure was the friends you made along the way
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anyway here are a couple of my favorite jokes of mine ive collected 😼😼😼
its all shits and giggles until somebody actually shits and giggles
"im just eyeballing it" sure just like how eye balled ur mom
if my dick does math is that an explicit function
are you football cause you make me go long
call me a pirate cause im gonna plunder your booty
call me a builder(?) cause im gonna put my caulk in your crack
dried grapes arent the only thing thats raisin tonight babygorl
call me abe cause im lincoln up w ur mom
hey girlie, are you a water boatman? cause youll be making some noise when i rub my cock on ur abdomen (stridulation rizz)
britney spears knew i was toxic, casta beans arent the only thing thats gonna be ricin tonight 🤑
is your favorite animal a monkey cause i kno u love macaque🤷♂️❤️
damn girl are you an indian wild dog? cause i wanna touch ur dhole
jumpscare sure but my dick was what jumped up 🤤🤤🤤
"flashbang" sure just like how i flashed and banged your mom
i b putting the penis in happenis 😈😈
hey girlie, are you part of the capra genus? cause i can be your epimedium..
youre short staffed? too bad, wanna see my long staff
you wanna catch these hands!?!...with your ass..?
are you a founding father? cause i wanna put my han on ur cock
are you a rooster? cause i wanna put my cock in ur doodledoo
if a stripper punches you, are they putting the 'cunt' in 'contusion'
you can shiver my timbers anytime
why is it that when people get married, one person takes the last name of the other? its cause you are what you eat (this was my first ever full sex joke)
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hello:)! this is for the shipping post :D! i hope u have a good rest of ur day !! My name is genesis, but my friends call me gen 😽!! I am mexican American and my mother tongue is spanish:). I am the youngest out of 5 kids.
4 my physical appearance : I have straight brown hair, big green eyes, pale skin,and a shit ton of freckles! I also wear glasses. I have curtain bangs as well👍🏻. I do have muscles but its the most visible on my arms tho 😽 i am 5’1 .
4 my style: Most of my clothes are hand me downs from my siblings🤧 so i dont really know. I usually wear at my house is a tank top and some men shorts. When i’m going out i wear cargo pants/jeans/shorts and a random t-shirt/tank top. When its cold i wear my brothers clothes 😭😭Like some black jeans , a random hoodie , and a puffer jacket and a beanie. When i have special events i wear 2000s type dresses and a pair of my sisters heels. My friends say my aesthetic is kinda of the spiderman in the spider verse? Yeah kinda like that so idk 🤷♀️. But i have a pair of green nikey shoes my mom gave me. And those were the first shoes my mom gave me that were new 😭😭so those r the shoes i wear. I wear a gold dog pendant (like the rectangle ones) That has the date of when my dad passed away. I wear that all the time c:
4 hobbies : I LOVE DRVING SO MUCH :DD !! I saved moved a lot of money and after a few pay checks from working, I got my first car 😸!! I love listening to music! Tupac,kaili uchis, winsin y yandel, joji, steve lacy are my current favs <3. I like drawing once in a while 2 :]. But driving is so much fun i luv it
4 personality : I am a pisces and extroverted! My friend says i’m kind and funny. My mom said that i am a “young dumb person with a smart mind and a lot like ur dad”😟. My 2 sisters say that i’m a “very forgiving person, and playful, but I need to think abt stuff more instead of being impulsive.” My 2 brother says that i’m “funny , smart, loyal but u have a temper”. My love language is quality time and acts of service :). Also being annoying 😭 like if i hug someone , i am gonna tickle them until it hurts, or if ur taking a nap , im gonna come in and blast daddy yankee and wake u up, Or ur sitting on the couch , i’ll go sit in ur lap and get comfy 🤧🤧
i ship you with sapnap!!
sapnap will take your glasses and either hide them or put them on his face and refuse to take them off XD he lowkey loves doing it, especially if you can’t see that well without them, cuz he’s a little shit most of the time, but it’s all in good fun
he also loves that your style is just a mix of your siblings hand-me-downs, because he loves to throw his clothes at you and saying, “here, hand-me-downs” he also loves buying matching clothes as well as sharing clothes. sometimes when going through your closet he’ll find a bunch of clothes he forgot he gave to you XD
and in one of my previous sapnap posts i mentioned that sapnap is a passenger princess who loves to scream to his fav songs as loud as possible xD so that definitely applies. your guy’s drives are usually late night ones. so i can imagine when the windows are rolled down and it’s hella late he’ll scream his favorite songs pretty obnoxiously lmfao some bystanders get kind of annoyed lmfao
he loves your kind and cherishing personality, but he thinks your (supposed) temper is funny XD he does enjoy teasing you for it ajsjsjnsns
and he is def the kind of person who loves to exist separately if that makes sense, like be in the same room doing different tasks, and he loves doing simply things for you. especially cooking
#dsmp#dsmp fanfic#dsmp x reader#dsmp x hc#dsmp x y/n#dsmp x you#x reader#x you#x y/n#dsmp smut#dsmp fluff#dsmp fanfiction#fluff#smut#headcanons#dsmp x male reader#reqs open#matchups#smp#dsmp sapnap#sapnap x reader#sapnap x y/n#sapnap x you#cc!sapnap x reader#cc!sapnap#sapnap mcyt#mcyt sapnap#mcyt x reader#mcyt x y/n#sapnap
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//SLIDES IN// HI ZAK!!! I'M INCREDIBLY LATE BUT I FINALLY READ THREADS OF TIME AND- AND- AND- //LOOK HOW MUCH I CAN CRY- FWSHHHHHhhhhh// but okay seriously, reading this card makes me so emotional because of just how luke has grown within the past 2 years and like- THIS CARD IS JUST SO SOFT AND FULL OF LOVE, MY HEART IS FLUTTERING!!! god and evEN BACK THEN LUKE IS ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT HER HNGGG, YOU'RE SO RIGHT,,, LUKE IS GOD'S STRONGEST SOLDIER,,, cause imagine pinning for your best friend who's so damn oblivious throughout your whole life, have your confession plans ruined (by giving her the worst haircut ever), WAIT FOR SEVEN WHOLE YEARS TO GET BACK TO HER (AND EVERYTHING ELSE THAT HAPPENED TO HIM) HOW IS THIS MAN REAL???? i love being able to hear peanuts story, ROSA HAS ALWAYS BEEN A BIRD MOM ALL ALONG (SHE JUST DOESN'T KNOW??? will she have to pay child support for impregnating luke with a myna bir-//SMACK) AND GOD THERE'S JUST SOMETHING SO INTIMATE ABOUT LUKE CUTTING ROSA'S HAIR (the art too, as luke gazes at rosa with so much affection- i'm going to- //coMBUST) love is stored in hair cutting UWAHHH (they definately banged in the shower after that haircut no one can tell me otherwise) i know not a lot of people use the korean dub but let me tell you how luke sounds so gentle and tender and so in love
ahem anyways, all in all this card with dreams of benji goes so well side by side i think. if dreams of benji is *the* rosa card, then threads of time is *the* luke card cause i think he really shines here (it almost feels like that this acts as a better anniversary two card rather then orange scent) if i had to collate *the* luke pearce experience it would be personal story ep 1 & 2, shape of you, personal story 3 & 4, under the milky way, dreams of benji, sweet chapter 2, threads of time, (honorable mentions on love between pages (SUCH A GOOD SR CARD) also among the great blue (just because it's the card that made me fell with luke during the early periods of tot))
SORRY FOR RAMBLING IN YOUR ASKS I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND //SCURRIES AWAY
eeEEEEEEEYYY CONGRATS ON READING THREADS OF TIME, CHIKA :DDDD!!! it's so fucking good isnt it GOD GOD. i definitely do not mind the rambles on this in my ask because i adored Threads Of Time so mUCH
im seconding everything uve said abt the card’s story because Mood. and also reading ur thoughts made me realize that, probably among the reasons i adored this card was its balance of tone.
i personally tend to be more partial to card stories that isnt All Just One Emotion (i.e. it’s All angst, or it’s All shenanigans, or it’s All fluff), and this one just had such a lovely balanced mix of different things. immense emotions over luke’s dissappearance? check. intense hilarity over the series of unfortunate events that led to luke not being able to confess as a high schooler? CHECK (FUNNIEST FUCKIN THING TO ME, WAYLAID BY MESSING UP UR CRUSH’S BANGS, HELP). absolutely touching domestic fluff? CHECK CHECK CHECK. and to top it all off, PEANUT BACKSTORY!!! luke and mc have been co-parenting all this TIME im gonna run up the WALLS
i am OBSESSED with your dichotomy here of
dream of benji - mc highlight card
threads of time - luke hightlight card
because i agree, both in the sense that i think these cards go hand in hand and also in that it highlights each of them in that way and aLSO BECAUSE, TO ME:
dream of benji - story hinged on being confronted to face the future (very mc-coded theme)
threads of time - story hinged on accepting what had happened in the past (very luke-coded theme)
ur luke collation is exquisite . it makes me now wanna collate my own top picks, and mine would be:
Bloom Chapter Personal Story ep 1 & 2,
SSR Shape of You (//SHAKES UR HAND, i love how every luke enjoyer understands that shape of you is INTEGRAL it is LUKE PEARCE 101 it is the FIRST CARD I WOULD PUT IN THE SYLLABUS OF A LUKE PEARCE CHARACTERIZATION COLLEGE COURSE SJKFSJ)
Luke Mysteries of the Lost Gold event story route (listen….i go crazy for this because of the first instance seeing raven!luke, yes, but also the clear fear he has of being seen as who he getswhen hes raven!luke //chef’s kiss)
SR Star In The Palm (this is probably personally my favorite SR card story to date….to me, this is an honorary SSR just AGH…..THE ACKNOWLEDGEMENT OF LUKE’S COWARDICE, HIS PROMISE TO BE BETTER WOOOAAAAUAUUGH)
SSR Overflowing Thoughts (i know this is an au but so far among the au cards this story is my dang favorite, i CANNOT STRESS just how much it rewired my brain chemistry. like aha, what if we were in a completely different life, one crueler than the life we do live, but hope and devotion set us both free, aaahhaaa 👉👈)
AND THEN ALL OF UR SSR PICKS AGAIN
conclusion: //holds luke and mc so so gently
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ariiii ur little picrew is so cute !!!!!!!!! and u have blue eyes . JDJDJJ im going 2 b so for real w u ari im terrified of blue eyes but ONLY on ppl w black hair. idk y but theyre just so scary 2 me, like i had 2 talk 2 a teacher abt something n she had BRIGHT blue eyes and rlly straight bangs it was like a horror movie
ANYWAY . haiii :3 i have a question, does the school year end at a different time in any scandinavian countries or is it the same as the us where everyone leaves for the summer in like . the last week of may. [obv everyone has different times of the month where they end school, but im wondering if its like . yall leave in june or smthn ,,,,] IM SO READY 4 THE END OF SCHOOL . 5 weeks . thats all i need 5 weeks and im FREEE and then i go 2 music camp 4 a week w my friend ^_^ OH MY GOJD I JUST REMEMBERED im getting my nostril pierced n ears [re]pierced in TWO WEEKS !!!!!!!!! im so excited its CRAZY my mom got hers pierced when she was in the 4th grade so clearly im not continuing that tradition of getting pierced super young jdjdsj
ari r YOU 🫵 excited 4 the school year 2 end ? if so WHAT r ur summer plans if u have them set by now ? also have a good day u silly :3
ASHLEY HELLOOOOO :33
YOU’RE SOOOOO REAL FOR THAT BLUE EYES R SO SCARY. i think they’re super duper pretty too but!!!!! they’re scary!!!!!!!! brown eyes r so warm and green eyes r so cool and then there’s just…. blue eyes staring into the depths of your soul 😭 i rlly like them but i 100% don’t blame ppl for finding them scary PFJDJJSDH….
as for your question !!!! in high school and before that my summer breaks always started in the beginning of june, but i thinkkkk that this year it’ll be around may?? i only have abt a month left so!! i’m happy hehe. ANDDD i’m so glad you’ll be free soon too!!! music camp sounds so fun!!!! i hope you and your friend have a blast <33333 AND YOU HAVE PIERCINGS ….. i am Not pierced but i think they’re soso pretty :33 i hope the appointment goes smoothly!!!!
AND . i actually don’t have any summer plans rlly…. i’m probably gonna be travelling around the country for a bit . visiting my older brother n my childhood besties :3 and stuff !!! ANDDDD i’m gonna try to read and write a bunch!!!!!!!! i always say i will and never do but this time i mean it…. i’ll probably have to do an online summer course tho . which . could be exhausting 😭 but also kinda fun … they’re usually a lot less taxing than normal uni courses + i applied for one that’s centered around children’s literature which i think is super fun :3 so if everything goes well i think i’ll just be reading alice in wonderland and writing my sugu series!!!!!
#THANK YOU FOR SHARING/ASKING <333 i hope you have the coziest silliest day too :3#sending you the goodest of vibes!!!!!! only one month left…… we can do it…………….#ask tag ✩#ashley !! ✩
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🏳️🌈 The Miracle of Living Pt.2 - Lita
In this world we're just beginning To understand the miracle of living
Lmao I had you in the first half, this is not just a cutesy slice of life family AU and actually gets fucking awful and tragic from here on out, you have been warned. This was originally meant to be a single story but I decided to chunk it into two halves just so it's not unreadably long, which means ALL the suffering gets to be consigned into whatever this is. Anyway, see other part for author notes and shit, apologies in advance xo
Summary: Adore is an adult now, and life is simpler for Bianca. Until an unexpected tragedy shatters her world, and her relationship with her daughter.
TW: Major character deaths, parental loss, accidental overdose, suicidal thoughts
[1] NEW MESSAGE
Ben Putnam ✨🏳️🌈
12/9/46 19:08
jinkx is about to call you freaking tf out - don’t listen to them, im basically fine. got into an accident driving home, i look kinda banged up and i think my shoulders dislocated but nothing serious. pls call adore and tell her - if she says shes gonna ditch her concert or anything like that dont let her, she doesnt need to worry. if ur not busy and feel like coming to see me id like that (and i think jinkx could use some moral support lol, theyre taking this harder than i am) but don’t let j convince u that im on my deathbed. love ya, bitch! b xoxo
*****
November 12th, 2046
“Bea…”
Jinkx stands up as Bianca enters the waiting room. Their voice is cloying - too sickly. Too sympathetic.
Of all of Ben’s various partners since the divorce, Jinkx was definitely Bianca’s favorite. Bianca had been Ben’s maid of honor (or ‘cunt of dishonor’ as he’d affectionately christened her) at their wedding last spring. Jinkx is kind, sensitive - their eccentricities line up perfectly with Ben’s, they’re a good step-parent to Adore, as resistant as she’d been to having a step-parent. However, Jinkx under pressure is prone to amateur dramatics - Ben’s text prediction regarding the nature of their impending phone call had been totally spot-on.
So Bianca is surprised to see that they look drained - not sad. Not scared. Just tired - their shock of red hair disheveled, eyes puffy and face moist with half-dried tears. Bianca grips the strap of her purse a little tighter. She hadn’t expected this. They had been all catastrophe and hysterics on the phone - sobbing like their life depended on it. Why are they so calm?
Per Ben’s instructions, Bianca hadn’t dropped everything to go to him. She’d been working late, supervising a bunch of bored, annoyed teenagers doing stocktake - she hadn’t exactly bided her time, heading straight for the hospital as soon as she’d clocked out, but she also hadn’t exactly rushed.
Two lanes of the freeway were closed because of a car wreck. She figured it wouldn’t be the same one - it couldn’t have been that bad if Ben was awake, coherent, and texting her. As the backed-up traffic crawled past the remains of the scene at five miles an hour, she’d tried not to look. She knew she shouldn’t have looked. But she looked anyway - she’d caught sight of the remnants of Ben’s car at the front of a pile-up, crushed from behind by a smoldering pickup truck, and felt the sting of vomit rising up at the back of her throat. The driver’s side door looked intact. That was something. Ben was fine. Ben had told her himself that he was fine. So Ben was fucking fine.
On the drive to the ER, Bianca called Adore - anxiety twisting below her ribcage, visions of shattering glass and crumpling metal scorching into her eyelids every time she blinked, desperate for a distraction. The phone had been picked up by her weirdo manager, Winona or Wilma or whatever her name was, who’d decided that a call from her mom, regardless of the matter at hand, wasn’t important enough to bother Adore with before a gig, and had hung up.
And now she’s been taken into a side room that feels like a fucking morgue, and Jinkx is acting so calm and kind that it’s nauseating. This feels weird. There’s a bible on the table in the middle of the room. What the fuck is happening?
Jinkx reaches out, and pulls Bianca into an oppressively tight hug. Bianca squirms, determined to extricate herself from the stifling embrace and start asking questions. She’s never known Jinkx to act anything but weird, but this was bizarre even by their standards. When they break away, Jinkx takes Bianca’s hand. It sets her teeth on edge.
“Jinkx, what’s going on?” Bianca’s voice comes out sterner than she would have liked.
“Did you call Adore?”
What kind of fucking response is that?
“I tried. Her manager picked up - she’s at a gig, I’ll talk to her tomorrow.”
“I really think you should try and talk to her now.”
Bianca really doesn’t like Jinkx’s tone. She also doesn’t know what to do with herself. She figured she was here as emotional support for Jinkx, who seems fine if a bit off-kilter and cryptic - or as a proxy for Adore, who was performing and/or wasted in Austin, enjoying the sudden and somewhat random success of her previously struggling music career.
“Jinkx, where’s Ben? What happened?”
Jinkx grimaces. They try to convince her to sit down - urging her towards a ugly upholstered chair with their lips pursed. Bianca doesn’t move.
“Jinkx.” Bianca repeats herself more insistently, folding her arms. Jinkx sits down, clenching their jaw and breathing shakily. “Where the fuck is Ben? I need to see him."
“…he died, Bea.”
Bianca’s blood turns to ice in her veins. She takes a sharp breath in.
“What do you mean he died?” Bianca’s voice is thin. Jinkx doesn’t say anything. “He texted me - he was fine like, an hour ago.” Jinkx stays silent. Bianca feels like she’s going to throw up. Why won’t they say anything? “He’s- Jinkx, what do you mean he fucking died?”
“They thought he was fine,” Jinkx sniffs. “There were other people from the wreck who were hurt worse than he was - he kept saying he was okay so the doctors would focus on them, and then he coded out of nowhere. I think they said he was bleeding in his abdomen or something - nobody realized until it was too late. He was sitting up and talking to me, then he…” Jinkx stops, swallowing hard. Their eyes have welled up.
“Why didn’t you call me? I would have tried to get here faster.” Bianca’s knees are shaking. She can’t move - can’t admit to the failure of her emotions. Frightening and all-consuming as they are. She’s still wearing her work lanyard, and it feels utterly stupid. Why hadn’t she just fucking left? Why had locking up a goddamn store she could burn to the ground without losing sleep been more important than this? Than Ben?
“I didn’t know how to.” Jinkx won't make eye contact with her. “I couldn’t tell you over the phone - it didn’t feel right.”
Bianca sits down before she collapses. Her hands are shaking. Her throat hurts like she needs to cry, but there are no tears. She isn’t crying, and she won’t - not until it’s essential.
“But you were- you shouldn’t have waited all this time on your own. I would have been here sooner.” Bianca is barely able to talk. “I’m sorry.”
She doesn’t even know what she’s talking for - trying to fill the awful, empty air with some sort of noise, even if it is wilted platitudes. She’s horribly aware of her own breathing; how hard it is, how much effort it’s taking, how it feels like she’s choking. It’s like she’s drowning in the air and the silence - like a goldfish dropped out of the bowl.
Jinkx puts an arm around her shoulders. There are tears rolling down their cheeks.
“I really think you should call Adore again.”
Adore. Adore didn’t get to say goodbye - Adore didn’t fucking know. That was her fucking dad, and she loved him, and she’d never-
Bianca stops. Something in her brain ticks. A somber conversation at the kitchen table.
“His, uh- his advanced directive. San Juni-whatever - Cookie heaven-“ Bianca blurts out, ejecting the words as soon as they appear in her head. The comfort feels cold, but it’s comfort nevertheless.
She looks at Jinkx. Their face has crumpled. They’re shaking their head. No.
“They tried - it all happened too quickly, it didn’t work. He was gone before they could…” Jinkx bites their lip. “I’m sorry - I know how much it means- meant to him, I know he wanted…”
Bianca shakes her head, trying to get Jinkx to stop talking. It isn’t fair - they’ve just lost their husband, and yet it’s them trying to comfort her?
“It’s okay.”
It’s not. But Jinkx rests their head on Bianca’s shoulder anyway, and Bianca takes their hand, even though she feels like she’s only making everything worse. What warmth is she capable of? Her presence isn’t doing anything besides forcing Jinkx to stir up their own raw emotions, and reminding them both of the cavernous space between them that Ben’s daughter should be filling.
Bianca fumbles her phone out of her purse with her shaking hands as Jinkx cries a wet patch into her collar. She needs to call Adore.
*****
November 24th, 2046
The silence in the kitchen is uncomfortable. Neither Adore nor Bianca knows how to fill it. Ben’s funeral was yesterday morning. Bianca doesn’t know if Adore is okay, but she doesn’t know what to say to her either. She hasn’t seen her cry yet.
She’s exhausted. The last couple of weeks have been a terrible, sleepless headfuck. All of the funeral planning and formality had fallen into Bianca’s lap - Jinkx had been too distraught to try and think about it, and she couldn’t ask Adore. It was the only real help she’d been able to offer; if there’s one thing that Bianca knows for a fucking fact, it’s that she’s awful at providing comfort. But as usual, she’d taken too much on, and she hadn’t had time to process what had happened - time to grieve, or even just to fucking take a breath and figure out where her own head was at.
Bianca feels hollow. And Adore won’t speak to her. She’s sitting at the dinner table, with her bright blue hair piled on top of her head in a sloppy ponytail, wearing some tattered band shirt that doesn’t really fit her, and she seems…fine. She’s been home since Ben died, but they’ve been floating around the empty house on two completely different planets; barely making eye contact with each other, let alone talking. There’s a mug of coffee turning cold in Bianca’s hand, and her daughter won’t meet her gaze.
Adore fidgets with the hair-tie around her wrist. She looks nervous.
“Listen, Mom-”
“Are you okay?” Bianca blurts out, and then cringes - Adore looks at her with frustration in her glazed-over eyes.
“I need to tell you something.”
“What’s up?” Bianca tries to inject some warmth into her voice.
“I know I said I’d stay for a little longer, but I’m…”
Oh god. Bianca already doesn’t like where this is going. She clenches her teeth, trying to contain the stupid, defeated little whimper she can feel rising into the back of her throat.
“I got a call from my manager this morning. My new single drops in a week, and there’s- this big-deal band wants me to open for them on their tour. It’s two months on the road, and I know that I shouldn’t- I mean, it’s a huge opportunity, and the money is really fucking good, and I’m…” Adore’s words are stilted and awkward.
Bianca takes a second to compose herself.
“When would you be leaving?” Bianca eventually says. It’s the most neutral question she can think of, and her words come out flat and unbothered. She can’t say what she really wants to - can’t beg her to stay, can’t argue back. Can’t take this from her.
“Day after tomorrow,” Adore says to the floor, still wringing her hands awkwardly.
“And why do you sound like you’re asking for permission to go?"
“Because- I don’t know.” Adore says, equally lacking in emotion. It’s felt for the last couple of weeks like she and Bianca have just been going through the motions of their relationship without any feeling. “I mean- fuck, you’re my mom. And everything is just- I can’t leave you right now. If you said no, then I can’t...”
“Why do I have to say no?” Bianca tilts her head. Her neck is stiff from the sleepless nights.
“Because I don’t want to.”
That answer frustrates Bianca, and she can tell from Adore’s body language that she knows it. Adore picks at a loose thread on her shirt - she’s never been able to sit still. Bianca pinches the bridge of her nose.
“I’m not gonna be the bad guy, Dorey - even if you want me to. We’re talking about your career here - not doing it would be fucking stupid,” Bianca says, toneless and insincere again. She pauses. “Do they know that your dad just died?”
“…No,” Adore grimaces. The first small twinge of emotion flashes across her face for a second, and then it’s gone. “They might give it to someone else. They’ll think I’m gonna be unstable or unreliable or something.”
“Are you?”
“Maybe,” Adore purses her lips. “It’s kinda still not real. Maybe it’ll stay like that if I’m distracted.”
“And maybe it’ll get real when you’re on the road - you need to think about yourself.”
Adore murmurs something unintelligible by way of response, shakily trying to affirm that she can do it. Bianca stares into her coffee cup. They seem to have reached some level of nonverbal understanding that they’re not gonna talk about this any more. Adore is leaving tomorrow, and Bianca better make peace with that.
“You’re not mad about me leaving you by yourself, are you?” Adore’s meek voice cuts through the icy reticence.
“What? No - I’m a big girl, I’ll survive,” Bianca shrugs her shoulders. Why does Adore default to the assumption that she’s always mad? Why does she have to be the villain all the goddamn time? Can’t she just be upset?
“But like…do you have friends?"
“Yes, I have fucking friends, Adore.”
And then she thinks about it. Her family doesn’t give a shit, and Raja had broken things off with her a couple of weeks before Ben dropped dead out of fucking nowhere - and yeah, maybe she’s close enough with a couple of people from work that she’d be able to talk to them, but the thought makes her squirm.
She’d not so much asked Adore to stick around for a couple of weeks after the funeral as she had begged her to. The loneliness is choking her, and her daughter is the only person she can face - because they never really talked about their feelings, and even this wasn’t enough to make them start. She just needed someone to be quietly sad alongside. The more that she thinks about it, the more she realizes that the only person she wants to talk to about the pain inflicted by Ben’s death is Ben himself.
Which she should be able to do. She’s grown more attached to the San Junipero concept than she ever wanted to be. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she’d gotten comfortable with the two of them never having to live without each other. Except that didn't work, and now he’s gone. Forever.
Bianca had friends. A friend. She’d never needed anyone else, and so she’d never bothered trying to find them. She hadn’t planned for an eventuality in which he’d be dead by forty-six.
Bianca is crying. Horrible, huge, ugly floods of tears. Adore looks nervous - like she doesn’t know what to do with herself. This isn’t fair. She can’t make Adore deal with her like this. But she can’t stop. Twelve days of awful emotional blockage are clearing themselves all at once, and Bianca’s face is soaking wet and there’s snot running down her chin, and she feels about as disgusting as she probably looks. Adore’s chair scrapes the tiled floor, and she’s standing behind Bianca - wrapping her arms around her, resting her sharp chin on Bianca’s shoulder.
Adore’s body is starting to heave against hers, and as Bianca tries to blink through some of the blur to her vision and catch her trembling breath, she realizes Adore is crying too. Is this progress?
“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to, baby.” Bianca takes one of Adore’s hands in hers, running a thumb across her tattooed knuckles. “It’s okay - it’s okay to be sad.”
“I’m not sad.” Adore’s voice is thin. “And I have to go. I don’t want to be here. I can’t be here without him.”
Adore mutters the admission like it’s blasphemy, and Bianca doesn’t like it, but she knows. Ben’s ghost lingers in every brick and board and fiber of this house. It hurts - that she isn’t capable of being what Adore needs right now. But she understands.
*****
June 7th, 2047
“Don’t fucking put that on me - don’t screw up my childhood and then keep making me miserable as a fucking adult, it’s not fair-"
“Ob, cry me a fucking river - you had a great childhood!”
“Did I? Getting dragged up by some fucking idiot who didn’t know what she was doing-"
“I was a fucking kid, Adore - I was trying my fucking best-”
It’s dark outside. Bianca feels like shit. She wishes Adore hadn’t left.
She hasn’t been able to sleep without sedatives since Ben died, and she hates it. She also doesn’t know why - she wasn’t there. It didn’t happen to her. It’s not her tragedy. She fishes the blister pack of xanax out of her purse and swallows one with the tail end of her glass of wine. Sleep. She needs sleep. She needs this shitty, awful, horrible day to be over. Maybe when she wakes up, Adore will be over her tantrum.
She drops the pills on the kitchen counter. The last dregs of the wine are eyeing her up through the bottle. Bianca hesitates for a moment, refills her glass, and swiftly empties it down her throat.
She walks through the empty living room, put off by the silence. It’s too quiet in this house. She wishes she hadn’t kept it. Ben deserved it more - he had a partner, and a good life, and hope for the future. Not the pathetic remains of half a dozen short-lived, shitty relationships, and a dead-end job. Adore loved him - she clearly can’t fucking stand Bianca. There would still be life in these walls if he’d taken it, and Bianca had hiked all her stupid clothes and coffee table books and vanity and venom to a crappy bachelor apartment.
It was Ben’s fucking house - it was his career that had paid for it. Bianca felt sick enough with guilt and frustration that he’d insisted she stayed and he left, and then kept ‘forgetting’ to cancel the mortgage auto-payments when he was still alive - just like he kept ‘forgetting’ to stop making her car payments, or kept sending her cheques from some ‘investment account’ they’d apparently set up years ago that she had no memory of. She’d stolen a better quality of life than she was owed from a guy that she was tethered to based on one night of bad decisions when they were in their twenties. It would have been easier on her conscience if Ben had resented her for it. But he didn’t. He’d looked out for her and loved her right up until the ugly end and she didn’t deserve any of it.
If Ben had stayed here, he would have had to drive a different route to work. That’s why they bought the house - it was close to his job. Maybe he’d still be alive. Maybe it would have been her that died after a rush hour car wreck, of an internal hemorrhage that every medical professional in the vicinity was too busy and too stupid to notice. Maybe things would be better that way.
The house is too quiet, and there’s too much space - Bianca traipses up the stairs, her fingers brushing over the lingering texture of Adore’s childhood crayon-on-wall scribbles, long since painted over.
The wine is making her feel worse. She’s angry - hurt, frustrated, upset. But not with Adore. With herself for making her this way.
Ben was warm, Ben was supportive. Ben could never see a single fault in her - not like Bianca. Bianca was the Bad Cop; the enforcer, the prison warden. Bianca nagged Adore about her homework and her curfew and her room being a mess - Bianca questioned her judgment, Bianca shat on her fashion choices. Bianca tried her best to make sure the kid didn’t turn out like she had. And she’d done it - Adore was successful, she was living a life she could look back on and be proud of. So, no fucking wonder Adore’s ideal future was one that didn’t have Bianca in it.
“Bull-fucking-shit. You weren’t a kid, you were in your twenties-“
“I was two years younger than you are, you think you’d be great at raising a child now? Forget about finding out you’re pregnant when you were twenty-one and having to give up everything you’ve ever wanted in life for-“
“Nobody asked you to do that.”
“No, they didn’t - but I had to do what was fucking best for you. Fuck my dreams, fuck what I wanted. You think anybody is working in a goddamn Urban Outfitters age forty-fucking-seven because they want to be?”
“I’ve been out of your house for five years, you’ve had time. Go live your dreams, since I’m not a fucking burden on you any more-“
“You’re not fucking getting it - the ‘living my dreams’ ship has sailed, since I had to drop out of fucking college for you. I had to put my life on hold indefinitely for you, and so did your father, so stop being such an ungrateful little shit-“
Bianca keeps replaying the fight in her head. Tonight had started well. Adore was back in town between tour dates and album sessions - not for Bianca. To see friends, and to meet with some record execs that Bianca was too uncool to know the names of. But when Bianca had asked if she had a free night, Adore had humored her. They’d ordered pizza, bought a couple bottles of wine, and for a moment, things felt the way they used to. Bianca was happy, for a fleeting second.
Adore had been her best friend until she was thirteen. Then some awful melting pot of Adore’s pubescent bitch tendencies and Bianca’s stubbornness and short fuse had kicked off a bizarre ongoing war between the two of them that only seemed to mellow out once Adore left home and they weren’t constantly in each other’s way. It was normal teenager shit - Bianca remembered things being the same way between herself and her mother when she was in junior high. Her mother that she doesn’t fucking speak to any more.
Bianca loves Adore so much that it’s physically painful, and she felt like a monster the entire time they were at odds. But she didn’t know how to stop it - she didn’t know how to be whatever Adore seemed to need from her.
Not that there hadn’t been good moments. Adore’s first concert. The family vacation to Cancun. The weekend shopping sprees. Every so often, Bianca caught a glimpse of the fully-formed human being that Adore was starting to become, and she…well, adored her. But sooner or later, the shit would start again; Bianca could feel herself failing her daughter in real time.
Just like when Adore was a teenager, things had fallen apart tonight just as Bianca was starting to enjoy the good.
It was her fault. Like usual. Bianca had too much to drink too quickly, and she got emotional. She’d phrased some stuff poorly. She’d upset Adore. It was always her fault - it was always her that made the first wrong step. Adore just reacted to her shitty parenting.
She’d made an off-handed comment about Adore ‘abandoning’ her. Which, in her crappier moments, she often felt but resolved never to say to her. Adore was an adult with her own life and her own burgeoning fame to deal with, and she’d lost her dad less than a year ago. Bianca’s feelings didn’t matter; she should be seeking her emotional support from someone her own age. So fucking what if Adore had better things to deal with than her mom’s grief and loneliness?
But she’d said it anyway, and then she’d doubled down. Just like she always did. Adore started crying. Bianca got frustrated. God, she misses Ben. He wouldn’t have let this happen.
“Leave Daddy the fuck out of this, he’s the only person I never doubted cared about me and I-"
“Yeah, he did. He really, really fucking cared about you - enough to spend nearly his entire adult life closeted because he wanted to give you some semblance of a normal childhood, enough that the night he fucking died he didn’t want me to call you because he didn’t want to worry you-“
“That’s not a good thing! I wish I’d been there! I wish I knew, instead of coming offstage to find out that my dad had fucking died and my stupid, selfish, uptight bitch of a mother didn’t think it was worth her time to tell me that he was in that accident-“
“I told Willam - she said it wasn’t important enough to get you on the goddamn phone! Blame her!”
“You should have tried harder!”
“I didn’t think I had to. Your dad didn’t know how bad it was, he didn’t know what was going to happen - none of us knew, obviously if we did I would have put you on a flight as soon as I-“
Bianca has been trying to write that stupid fucking San Junipero bullshit out of her will for months now. If Ben wanted it and didn’t get it, she’s sure as shit not doing it now. However, the process is a fucking nightmare - eight hundred stupid phone calls to eight hundred useless morons who need to refer her to the next person, to try and sell her on an upgrade or ask her if this is because she wants the payout for the unused credit on her plan. It’s demoralizing and exhausting - the evil spiritual stepsister of canceling fucking cable, but a hundred times harder and with constant reminders of her fucking dead ex-husband and the last request he never got.
Everything is depressing and shit, and she’s tired. She wants it to end - she wants to return to a normal that she can never get back.
Bianca lingers at the open door of Adore’s teenage bedroom. It’s a shitshow. She hadn’t tidied up after herself when she left after Ben’s funeral - if anything she’d made more mess, rummaging around in her things and packing and unpacking for that fucking tour she had to go on. Which had done good things for her. In the last six months, her opening spots had turned into festival headliners and talk show appearances; she had an album in the works, and was watching her teenage dream blossom in real time to heights she’d never imagined it would reach. Bianca is glad that she went. Even if she hates her for it a little bit.
Bianca doesn’t want to touch anything. She treads carefully across the messy floor, trying not to disrupt anything; trying to preserve her daughter’s chaos, learn to live in it and love it as she did. Adore’s bed is unmade. The sheets smell like her.
There’s a framed picture by her bed - a print of a blurry selfie taken at Ben’s niece’s bat mitzvah. She remembers that night. Adore had just turned twenty-one and her hair was purple. They’d gotten irresponsibly drunk on kosher wine, and Adore had climbed into Bianca’s lap to take the picture, pressing her gloss-sticky lips to Bianca’s cheek and telling her she loved her. They’re both smiling like maniacs.
Adore had just turned twenty-one. That picture hadn’t been there when Adore last occupied that room - she’d moved into her college dorm a few days before her nineteenth birthday. She’d brought that here. And left it here. Bianca feels queasy. She picks it up gently, like it’s a precious artifact. The frame is bright red hard plastic, shaped like a heart - painted on one side, in Adore’s endearingly shitty handwriting: LOVE YOU MOMMY XO
Bianca’s eyes well up. It was a fucking gift that Adore never gave to her. Probably because she’d ruined Adore’s last visit home. Just like she ruined tonight. Just like she ruined her. Bianca drops the frame like it burns to touch, and she hears the glass shatter against the hardwood floor.
She closes the door as she leaves, hearing it slam and her own breath becoming frantic. She feels that familiar ache, a sob building up in the depths of her chest.
She’s pressed against Adore’s wall and staring directly into Ben’s old room. She’d transformed it into a pitiful sewing workspace that she’d barely used when he moved out - a weird attempt to kick some sense of purpose back into her life when Adore had flown the nest and Ben was out living his own life, picking up an old hobby that had dominated her teens and fuelled her plans for the future. Plans that had died a death in the bathroom of her old apartment downtown. The mannequin torso sits gathering dust, half-finished sketches litter the table. A waste - like everything else.
She can’t do this. She doesn’t want to be here. She wants Adore back. Wants to hold her in her arms, breathe in her scent and her warmth, and tell her she forgives her for every horrible thing that had come out of her mouth tonight.
No, she wants to tell her that she’s sorry. For everything.
Sleep. She needs to sleep.
“You just don’t want to admit that you screwed me out of a chance to say goodbye! You feel like I’ve abandoned you? Fuck you! You didn’t love him!”
“I did-"
“He was your friend - he was my fucking dad. Don’t try and pretend that what you’re feeling right now is anything like what I’m feeling, because it’s not.”
“It doesn’t have to be - Dorey, we can deal with this together. I want to be there for you. I want to help you. And I miss you, is that such a fucking crime?”
“You miss being a bitch to me - you miss telling me that I’ve wasted my life. You miss having someone else to boss around, because that’s all you wanna do.”
“Adore, I tried my fucking best for you. I didn’t have it in me to be a perfect mother - I didn’t have one, I wasn’t set up to be good at this. I tried my best, and if you feel like I’ve failed then I’m really fucking sorry. But I love you, and-“
Why the fuck are her pills on the kitchen counter? Bianca pops one out and swallows it dry, desperate for her mind to shut the fuck up. She’s drunk and confused and alone and fucking sad, and she wants to sleep.
Should she call Adore? No, that feels desperate. She needs to leave her alone; let her get over this at her own pace, let her come back on her own. If she wants to come back. She’ll come back.
Bianca didn’t come back. Bianca didn’t forgive her mom for the sin of setting her expectations too high, so why the hell would Adore do the same? Maybe her mom feels the same way about her - maybe she feels deprived of a presence in the life she created, and maybe she loses sleep and paces around the house at night like a madwoman and cries over her too. That feels vindicating - so why does it hurt so much that Adore is probably gonna commit her to the same fate?
Bianca collapses into the couch. Her body feels heavy. The clock on the wall says it’s just after midnight. There’s an empty pizza box on the coffee table. Adore’s lipstick is stained onto the rim of her glass.
“God, can you not go five minutes without trying to make me feel like shit? I know. I know you tried, I’m sorry I didn’t turn out the way you wanted me to-“
“Do you think this is what your dad would have fucking wanted?”
“Don’t talk about what he would have wanted - what he would have wanted doesn’t matter. He’s dead, mom. He’s fucking gone. He’s gone, and I’m never gonna get him back, and now I’m stuck with you.”
“The fuck do you mean ‘stuck with’ me?”
“You know exactly what I fucking mean.”
“What, you wish it was me? You wish I was the one that had fucking died? If that’s what you mean, say it.”
“If I have to choose one of you then yeah. Yeah, I wish it was him that was still here.”
The couch is soft and warm and Bianca is falling asleep. She’s comfortable - but she feels wrong. Her head is swimming.
It’s getting dark outside. Bianca watches for headlights in the driveway. Maybe Adore will come home and forgive her. Bianca is tired, and her head is heavy, and she wants to go to sleep. Sleep and forget. Maybe Adore will love her again when she wakes up.
*****
[1] MISSED CALL
Adore DR 💕😻👩👧
00:21
[3] NEW MESSAGES
Adore DR 💕😻👩👧
00:23
mom im rlly sorry. i love you. can we talk <33
mom
are you okay? talk to me
[3] MISSED CALLS
Adore DR 💕😻👩👧
00:29
[4] NEW MESSAGES
Adore DR
00:34
mom PLEASE answer ur phone
im sorry
talk to me please
im coming over
[5] MISSED CALLS
Adore DR 💕😻👩👧
00:58
[3] NEW MESSAGES
Adore DR 💕😻👩👧
01:01
im outside answer the door
mommy i know ur mad at me but i want to talk to u, im rlly sorry i love u so much pls answer the door
mom
MOM
[8] MISSED CALLS
Adore DR 💕😻👩👧
01:07
[2] NEW MESSAGES
Adore DR 💕😻👩👧
01:11
mommy please
im sorry. i love you.
****
Pride Challenge Points: 6662
#rpdr fanfiction#the miracle of living#lita#bianca del rio#adore delano#adore & bianca#mother/daughter au#bendelacreme#jinkx monsoon#san junipero au#black mirror au#fic challenge#dystopia#angst#tissue warning#parenting au#dead dove do not eat#tw major character deaths#tw grieving and depression#tw parental loss#tw suicidal thoughts#tw accidental overdose
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glad to hear you are doing a bit better :] sooooo excited to see what u come up with for jrwi bang btw ! and im pretty good! im going for a drive with my mom in a bit, plus ive been talking about making some recipes ive been making in culinary class at home!! mainly goulash and these romanian cheese donuts :) hope u have a good rest of ur day!
ooo yay hope i have a fun drive :] and omg yum?? i wish my school had a culinary class </3 probably couldn’t eat most of it bc gluten but still. my health class is doing like a ‘tea’ day tomorrow so everyone bringing like mugs and snacks to class lmao. i’m gonna bring my mug that says ‘good morning handsome’ <3
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Images description: A series of short comics.
Image 1: A short comic strip. In the first panel, a boy is banging on the door and saying, "Nikol, I need to use the bathroom". The person behind the door replies, "Gimme a minute!". The boy stands there for a couple of seconds, displeased; but then suddenly starts smiling and knocking on the door multiple times, making a rhythm, and doesn't stop. Just as he's starting to enjoy it, a voice cries out from the bathroom: "I'M DOING MY BEST HERE!". The boy laughs. A caption next to the comic reads, "7 am. As always, Nikol is taking her time preparing for school".
Image 2: A one-panel comic. The boy from the previous strip is sitting on a desk, his face turned red and heavily sweating. Another boy sitting next to him is asking him if he's good. He replies "I',- huff- -fine". Caption below reads, "8 am. We had to run to get to school on time. I hope Nikol slips on a banana peel".
Image 3: A two-panel comic. In the first panel, the protagonist is called out to answer in front of the class. He asks his friend whether he's going to help him. His friend says that he can count on him. In the second panel the protagonist is standing in front of the teacher, looking at his friend showing him a sign with "F" written on it. The teacher, not seeing the friend, is asking the protagonist "Do you really know nothing about halogens?". Caption next to the comic reads, "9 am. I was hit with the realisation that Mitko owes me 20 leva".
Image 4: A drawing of a phone making a "ping sound" while laying on a school notebook. A caption reads, "10 am. Having a normal one in Guardians' gc". Next to it is a fake screenshot taken in a messenger app. Time is 10:18, and the chat is called "Minecraft server". A user called "Krisi" is typing. The dialogue below is as follows:
M.: Guys I'm soo sorry, my mom just told me to babysit my sis 😭 so i won't be able to come today. I'm really really sorry 😢😢😢
Krisi: Np, good luck w ur sis
Phone user, the protagonist: np. i doubt we’ll have any incidents anyhow, considering wendsday xd
dostoevsky's 1868 novel, replying to the protagonist's message: nice spelling shitlord
protagonist, replying to their message: i hope your dorm gets infected with cockoraches
dostoevsky's 1868 novel: why do you wish such cruel fate upon me
dostoevsky's 1868 novel, again: is it because im a woman
D.S.: Does anyone know how to disable notifications?
End of images description.
hourlies batch #1 (7-10 am) (tag with all of this year’s hourlies in chronological order) (if it doesn’t work im sorry)
also, because i'm not sure how well it reads for non-bulgarians: here teachers call students out by the number in the class list
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papa Konoha……..Nic please…….
im doing ur entire multiverse
konoha - he says he's tough but he has a softspot for his daughter. ties his bangs up into that little palm tree thing and has a thousand selfies with his daughter just from that hairstyle alone (he tries to match hers too)
meian (i think ab u both often) - will carry his kid on his shoulders if he takes them to watch games tgt. somehow i think he is also a soccer fan. (idk soccer teamS AHDJKASH) but would buy matching merch so they can wear it at games tgt.
jean - has a handwritten recipe book with the recipes his mom taught him of all the food he liked as a kid so he can make it for his. you go from seeing him as a hotmess in the kitchen to gradually getting better until he's in and out of there in 15 mins with a full meal prepped.
diluc - forges...a...practice...claymore...for his...first born.....suprisingly he is very gentle in training. the kind of parent who is strict with boundaries bc he wants to be their friend too. he really tries. thankfully your kids are patient.
(if i missed any tell me my memory is like a fork)
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Part 2 (redo) of Reading Lore Olympus
I am doing a test to see if more people see this if I only review ten episodes at a time. It makes sense, I wouldn’t wanna read that much either. So here’s episodes 11-20, I’ll be posting 21-30 shortly after. Here’s part one again
Ep 11
Touch count total: 7 lmao
Cat. kitty cat
Artemis jumps to conclusions so fast
Did artemis’ bangs grow
Ope and its short again
It would be different it it wasnt noticeable but like the style changes too
Why does artemis not have scissors
How is her hair perfect after a slice
It looks like she is pulling her skin when she is taking her clothes off
Is she wearing a bra?? Bc if she isnt her boobs shouldnt be sitting like that
Oh she is now
“Demeter is such a helicopter mom” i mean yeah but also i dont think the mortal realm has.. Yknow internet
Eros is pink now idk if i preferred him as a light purple
Maybe like a mixture thats cool
Ep 12
Artemis like true form looks cool but so normal yknow
Inside!
“No wings i just vacuumed” quick rachel how do wings work
I do like the cut out in the back of the shirt for the wings
Artemis feels like the mom that is like “put on pants ur uncle is coming over” like huh?? Persephone is just not wearing pants
Youre just soooo pretty persephone omg
Eros and persephones colors accidentally get so close ugh
“I dont” look at her face its so. Yeah
Is yoga for sex or
Is he holding a necklace i thought he was pulling tears and i was so confused when i originally read this
Ep 13
Did aphrodite get darker
She definitely did esp in the panel where she says “psyche”
I know they are family of love but i do worry about the possible emotional incest that could occur honestly. I dont think it happens but it gets close
Ok so he passes the underworld so it goes olympus- underworld- mortal realm or am i dumb
The pig is so cute
How did she not realize her veil thingy fell off
Was her family abusive in the og story or was this just so eros would fall even more for her
When did he get the bow and quiver dont just say magic
Ep 14
The little switches in time got me confused the first time i read it
Oh boy he got an apartment
If i were psyche i would be scared deadass
“The ugliest creature youve ever seen” ok thats cool its fun
Ep 15
Listen. How the hell did she adapt to this bc if i went to a diff realm and all of a sudden there was like. Indoor plumbing i would panic the hell out of my mind
Like shes even wearing modern clothes
“I'm certainly not the pig” hehe i like the pig
Why does he not hang out with her when he isnt busy like
Hookup count is 2 now
Ok ok this may be stupid but what if he just made her go by a diff name
Also your mother needs therapy
I would want to leave too
“Do you trust me?” thats kinda guilt tripping ngl
“Maybe i could have visitors” no they literally are from a different time now
Like i get the “i cant tell her no” but just explain the modern vs ancient world but maybe she could go visit them idk
Ep 16
Why are they not confused i feel like they are ignoring this whole thing rachel created
No her sisters have a point why did he not give her a name not even his real one
Dont hold the blade there is a handle girl
“How could you not trust me?” i wouldnt either gotta be honest
Eros is so melodramatic istg
Artemis and persephone are not having it and like mood
Artemis is lighter now
Yknow if she kept a color palette with just base colors and then did lighting it would work better but maybe im a lil lost
“Hey i got a phone” put ur name queen
Q&A 1
I wasnt gonna put anything for this but “i focus on details and seek out references for anatomy” girlie do you wanna. Start doing that again
Ep 17
Why is he just crying he can leave
“Woe is me” shut up Persephone
No it would suck to be sworn to maidenhood without her permission but also i dont think she understands what unrequited love is
“No one will ever love me like that” they might yall just cant do things
“And thats ok” is it??
“Little tart” good nickname tbh
Her eyes went blue but that will never happen again
Dont throw her list away eros
Emergency contacts you just got a phone??
“Im paying for everything so i get to pick” stfu eros
We will never see her wear this again
Do we ever see her wear the same outfit i cant remember
“Was he just humoring me” i mean hes also prolly busy
I know everyone says it but i hate that apollo is purple
Ep 18
Stop thinking of persephone like that its so weird hades
“As if she would want me to have her number” its not a business card made for you man
How do kings get banned genuinely like this is so wild rachel please show me the societal norm and class systems here
Haha so funny zeus is harassing someone -_-
What job would he give her honestly
How does the economy work you cant say that resell on gems is shit and not explain
Hades wow forcing them to accept a check youre so cool
This is locker room talk and i quite literally hate it
Ep 19
If hades doesnt want to discuss his sex life he is valid i wouldnt want to especially not to family
“Ok i can be a little bossy” this is a surprise tool thatll help up later
They are being good brothers here tho
Ew not the locker room talk again
Like even if she was his age or whatever its literally so gross
Hera!!!
Ep 20
Lil kore is so cute
I like their interactions
She has a point its disgusting
However, i hate, like loathe, the miscommunication plot device. Answer hades Hera so i dont have to deal with this
Also zeus shut up you dont speak for hades
Hera should know that she is getting angry at Zeus and then misdirecting her anger its so annoying
“Im well aware im a fool” can you guys just talk please
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Tagged by @headlamprey i too am plagued by the mobiles inability to copy+paste apparently 😔
Nicknames: cam, camera, claudia, cameron, son, bacon
Sign: Taurus
Amount of sleep: positive
Height: 5’5
Last google search: a study away program that’s literally in my state because im broke but also wanna go see the cool museums
Number of followers: more than u
Lucky number: 13 surprisingly
Favorite color: green and red, but not like in the christmas way, in the chile pepper way. also maybe blue. close second/third so basically a first
Dream job: xenoanthropologist egyptologist or literally anyone who works with adobe architecture
Favorite song: right now, my all time answer would be boat on the river by styx. ask me in an hour and my all time answer will change
Favorite instrument: accordion ill die on that hill
Aesthetic: someone who bangs ur mom (an 80 year old man, a 12 year old boy, a cowboy and a mother of six. i can morph into anyone who would randomly generate inside a walmart)
Favorite author: the one who writes that one thing that was really good and had the nouns and adjectives
Favorite animal noise: probably either the PVRIS one or maybe Def Leppard. not a fan of the Maroon 5 one anymore, but i was in middle school
Wearing: blue jeans and a green long sleeve
Song stuck in head: Elevator Man by Oingo Boingo god bless
idk how many im supposed to tag so ive chosen the amount of zero so if you wanna do it, feel free! if also cursed with mobile, i suggest screenshotting my response and adding it to a post, then just typing out each prompt. once you’ve answered it all, i just deleted the photo.
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echie how do ur bangs work im very intrigued they sound so cute
well I have a natural side part (and look horrid with a middle part), so I just kinda let my bangs fall from there. also I had typical straight bangs for most of my life (and they looked pretty Bad because my mom did my haircuts), and when I was 13/14 I got bored of them and started brushing them to the side more and more, until they just naturally evolved into what I have going now. actually I'd say it was only about last year when I finally managed to perfect the way my hair looks, because it was when I realized that I could split a part of my bangs to the other side and give myself more volume there, and now it naturally goes in that direction
actually let me give you a diagram of roughly what my hair is (will put in reblog because Tumblr's being mean again and won't let me insert images correctly)
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god i fuck so hard with your striker au on a conceptual level, but just couple things- NOT expecting u to change ur au i just want to make some canon things clear;
1) sinners can't reproduce, not with each other and not with hellborn. they also can't leave the pride ring!
2) striker seems to be a snake demon hybrid, we see those cunts from Oops onward, and striker has both the eyes and the fang of one of those -- however, shark demons hybrid is another alt! :'))
that is allll i love ur baby boy with his dumb bangs and his dumb tail <<3333
nodding nodding!! the foundation for this au is actually based ON the fact that sinners cant reproduce- i swear i remember seeing it mentioned in some official capacity somewhere that striker was part sinner but knowing that sinners are sterile? i personally think that most hellborn outside of pride dont give much of a fuck about whats going on with sinners, so them not being able to reproduce may not be common knowledge! thats how maybelle gets by saying his dad is a sinner most of the time- there are definitely some that dont fall for it though LMAO
as for the design stuff- striker takes more from his mom than mammon but whenever i get around to conceptualizing older striker for this im gonna give him some more design traits that are like. This Is Not A Normal Imp There Is Something Wrong With Him. the design language for hellborns is pretty uniform but i tend to unconsciously mix greed and envy's hellborn in my mind (esp since sharks are often found in greed despite being From envy) so i dont suuuper remember if the ringed eyes are a greed trait or not :,D i appreciate you noting that
#sinsayz#they need to show us more of envy also. fuck i wanna see fishy#ghostfuckers cant come fast enough RATTLING THE BARS OF MY CAGE LET ME INNNN
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Watching the new mean girls
- NO DAD?!?!
- She wants to leave Africa???
- bitch excited to leave in this one I'm confused
- my gf and I are only watching this for the Regina tits
- watching this with our generation is hilarious, old mean girls was giving Disney this is giving actual HS so far 😂
- SHES EMBROIDERING IN CLASS POP OF
- 'care of myself' 😂😭😭😭
- AND CHOKING 😂😭😂😭
- OMG I LOVE THE GAY BITCHES SHIRT
- my three favorite colors with jaguars I WANT IT IT WOULD GO SO GREAT WITH MY MATCHING TRAPPER KEEPER :000
- my gf is so excited for Regina tits
- I love her necklace 💅
- Gretchen that blank stare is scaring me
- OK SRSLY I NEED JANICE'S ENTIRE GODAMN OUTFIT I STG PLSSS 😭
- old boy toy was cuter he's meh .
- THE OTHER FIRLS REACTION
- GURL STOP STOCKING HIM
- GURL STOP DANCING UR BEING CRINGE
- girl was almost Regina-ed
- Gretchen and Janice so me frfr
I had to stop to cook dinner but I shall be back
- Regina's top low-key cute tho
- love the lion/heyna paralell
- why is her bra showing sm 😭
- I mean good for her tbh but like
- she drives a jeep bitch gay
- my gf is gay panicking over this woman sm 😂
- bestiiiies
- that's a lot of pink
- is Regina choking himmmm
- I want to be an art therapist once im done with medical research 🥲
- she's so real like gurl I can't comfort u bish 😭
- 'mama called me beautiful I don't believe her anymore' 😭😭😭😭 baby girl noooo
- hetero alyship 😭
- she's not wrong about Halloween
- girl don't be so gullible
- boy don't follow her
- stupid stupid horny boy
- my gf is no better ATM 😂😂😂
- THEY WERE EVERYTHING 😭
- it's yes Katty not yes bitch 😭
- tho can confirm if say yes bitch or yes queen or he's gurl 😶
- girl code my ass girlcodr this bitch
- poor girl just selling candy canes 😂😭
- poor Gretchen 🥹
- those juicy added details
- love how she just closes the door 😶
- REGINA U DIDN'T
- it's not babiesh and this was not in the original 😭
- is my guy singing in French 👁️👄👁️
- he got a voice tho
- Kevin's parents 🥹
- the insurance so rl
- babydoll Gretchen noooo 😭
- her mom lmaoooo 🤣🤣🤣
- oh nuuuuu girl needs thigh day more than ever poor babes
- that's just unprofessional 🤣😭
- as a red head yes ty ty we are superior
- guuuurl her eyeshadow slays sm
- the lighting symbolism slays tbh
- owie
- her ass fine tho
- he was so passive aggressive
- awe he said her name right
- boy likes being dominated too much
- awee
- boy defend yourself that's right!!!
- uh ooooh
- he's in the thiiin I forgot what it's called but omg it's not even a caaaar 🤣😭😭😭
- as an art kid this huuurtssss
- And I want my pink shirt 🤣😭
- ughshajaj the lighting in this movie 😫
- damn she had a point she was nice to Katty and maybe she's just used to being used 🥹
- it's the boob bounce for me
- it's the tittly slap for me 😭
- I miss the animal music and narration during this scene won't lie
- the fannnn
- preaaach about the period sister 😭
- I forgot they are together
- teachers talking faaacts
- I LOVE THIS SONG I SANG ALONG OBVIOUSLY
- ugh those pants and that top I needed them
- play that guitar sweet pea
- ofc my fave song is sung by the artistic lesbian
- and dayum it ended with a bang
- we pulling out the wench card now?! :0
- ope this isn't how it happened in the movie she don't just confess does she??? It's been awhile
- and technically she didn't write it the other two did
- she nicer than me frfr
- OMG it's the dude mean girls 😂❤️
- where do ik her frommm
- the original oml also that new Irish movie
- not the grilled cheese 😂😭
- THIS HAS ONLY HAPPENED ONCE BEFORE 😭😭😭😭🥰🥰
- BITCH STFU
- support ur fellow gals
- HUNNY I DONT KNOW YOUR LIFE
- Girls so neurodivergent I don't take criticism
- welcome to science waaars she's so the math section ✨
- pop off gretch
- gurl u look pretty in that jacket yellow and blue ur colors
- bitch is a compliment goddamit
- WHY DOESN'T HE HAVE A SHIET ON 😭
- a buss pushed me 😂
- I'd think u have to give a speech too NGL lmao
- his gasp
- she's so suped up on pain meds 😂😭
- no vaping and give me that inhaler 😂😭
- factttts u two mwah mwah
- damnn that was a good ending but I wish they would've included the first one with it
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