I know you can hear me screaming from where I live, but Subby!Shig is going to be the death of me. You know it. I know it. It's canon at this point.
Claire love hello 😌💖
Sub!shigaraki actually murdered me cold with how hot he is. I just know that man would beg so pretty, I just know it. Big strong leader of villains by day, poor sweet pillow prince by night. Get you a man who can do both.
It's him. It's shiggy.
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So Jude, where do I file a formal application to be your personal assistant? Because I would love the opportunity to kneel under your desk during a zoom meeting help you in any way I can.
When can you start? I'm pretty busy with my son most of the time, so I will take all of the help I can get.
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Jamie Massey could RUIN ME AND MY LIFE and I'd say "Thank you."
An admirer. How refreshing.
That can be arranged, Worm. After all I'm perfectly capable of doing both. You're welcome.
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Angry and unsure...and lost.
I could only recall flashes of the dream. Small shards and fragmented pieces of places I've never been, people I've never seen. The harder I tried to sort them out, the faster they seemed to slip away.
Sitting up in bed I attempted to shake off the feelings. These unsettling dreams were happening more frequently than ever since I'd been transferred to The First Order's flagship destroyer, and I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever get a good night's sleep again.
A high-pitched pinging on my datapad refocused my attention. A communications alert. No wonder I had jerked awake with such a start.
"Gods, what have they done now?" I muttered aloud, parsing quickly through the information I'd been sent by my night shift monitors. Seeking out a sweater in the darkness, I sighed and glanced over at the clock. 0243. Clearly I wouldn't be getting back to sleep anytime soon, and it would take them all night to figure out those translations without me. Gathering my resolve to brave the chill, I made my way through the dim corridors of the Finalizer.
It's happened again, the nightmares...
Kylo jolts awake, his heart hammering in his chest and blood thundering through his veins. His quarters once again lie in ruins with items strewn about, panels indented from the objects that had gone flying in the midst of his sleep-induced Force use. He's losing his control again, as if the state of his private space isn't proof enough.
He is angry—at Snoke, at his parents, his uncle, himself. But most of all, he is scared. He has no one now, not a soul to rely on but himself and how could he possibly begin to do that when he is nothing more than... than...
...a child in a mask.
Snoke's words hit him full force, eliciting a cry of anger and frustration at the situation he finds himself in once again. Even now, after all this time and having defeated his former mentor he still is not free of this anguish, this pain.
Rather than sit and wallow in the self pity he had so often found himself in prior to his assuming the role of Supreme Leader, Kylo rises from his spot on the bed and dresses himself for a new day in spite of the early hour. He makes no attempts at tidying the mess he's made—he'll have a droid come clean it up, after all—as he makes his exit from his quarters.
Even still, try as he might to escape the thoughts that plague him nightly, as he strides down one of the Finalizer's many corridors, he finds he cannot rid his mind of them. So lost is he in his own mind that he fails to hear the reverberating steps of another that approaches from the opposite direction. It isn't until his body collides with another upon rounding the corner that he is swiftly brought back to the present.
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Shells my lovely friend! I NEED to know about the Rockstar! Triplets on a family vacation. Do they all rent a house together? Do they have a contest for who can fuck the most during he trip? Pools or ocean? How's Kylo's skiing?
Thank you 💖😊
Thank you for asking about these guys! Vacation is messy af because our boys are messy af.
I apologize for the length of this. I think I basically wrote a one-shot. Oops...
IT’S VACATION TIME FOR OUR FAVORITE DYSFUNCTIONAL ROCKSTAR FAM
CW: arguing, drinking, smoking, drug use, fighting, blood
Obviously, they can afford to go wherever they want in the world for vacations!
But what do they always choose?
The family Lake House
Because Solo fam vacations are rowdy and usually end up with someone getting injured, so it's best if there are the least amount of people around as possible.
Matt grumbles and moans the whole way there because Ben always does or says something fucking stupid to ruin it for him
My man is so stressed and just wants to relax okay?
But he can’t just stay home because his brothers will literally kidnap him if he tries to skip out
Kylo: "Come on Matt, it’s tradition."
Ben: "Yeah, Matty it’s tradition. If you're not there, we won't have anyone to suck all of the fun out of everything."
Kylo and Matt both bring their partners along
Ben is the only one who goes stag, opting instead, to pick up a new starstruck local every night
Everyone arrives and gets settled then comes out the
bonfires, beer, weed, and whatever the fuck else Ben brings along (use your imagination)
Matt: "You're so fucking stupid, Ben. Get that shit out of here."
Ben: "It's my fucking vacation too, Matt!"
Kylo: "Can you assholes knock it off?"
It gets dark, the light from the bonfire the only source
The arguing has died down and everyone is having a good time
Kylo and his bae spend the entire night vacation with their tongues permanently down one another’s throats
There is no “official” contest of who fucks the loudest, but unofficially? *cough*Kylo*cough*
“Seriously, get a fucking room. Take the whole goddamn house, we'll just stay out here, for fuck's sake.” is the only thing Ben and Matt agree on.
Kylo stops sucking face long enough to play a few songs around the fire because he brought his acoustic down (yeah, he's that guy)
Matt went inside use the bathroom and to get the stuff for s'mores (he really just needed a minute alone)
Ben saddles up next to Matt’s partner at the beach bonfire and flings an arm around them.
Matt returns just in time to hear...
Ben: “Who wants to go skinny-dipping? (Matt's) Y/N, how about you first? What are you hiding under that t-shirt?” Ben jokes, playfully grabbing the collar of their shirt, but not actually tugging on it.
Matt’s partner laughs and swats Ben’s hand away, already knowing what to expect because they grew up with the Solo bros
But the difference is, this is the first family vacation where Matt and his partner are official. So...
Matt sees red.
And before he-- or anyone else can process, he’s tackling Ben to the ground, the camping chair tumbling over with both of their weights.
Marshmallow bag is spilled out
Fists are flying
graham crackers are being stomped into crumbs
Faces are bruising
chocolate is getting smeared around
Noses are bloody
Eventually, Kylo gets them pried apart and put into separate rooms.
Matt is in the upstairs bathroom while his partner walks him through his deep breathing exercises and reassures him that they're fine and that was just Ben being Ben.
The troublemaker in question is downstairs, ranting and raving with blood-soaked tissues sticking out of his nostrils
Ben: “It was a fucking joke, Kylo! He didn’t have to fucking hit me,” Ben hisses.
Kylo: “Yeah well sometimes jokes aren’t funny, man. You know how he is about them, especially now that they’re together.”
Ben: *incoherent grumbling* followed by a "Yeah, yeah, fine. I'll apologize tomorrow."
The rest of the vacation goes pretty smoothly with swimming in the lake, cliff diving, boating, and fishing.
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Pairing: Adam Sackler x (Fem assumed!) reader
TW: Marriage, Mentions of child death, Mentions of divorce, mentions of funeral, grief, general sad bitch hours. I am a menace, I’m so sorry.
A/N: Hello and welcome once again to SAD BITCH HOURS. This is a continuation in the “Reunions” universe. I do suggest you read that first, but you can probably get away with looking at this as a stand alone piece. I was listening to a “Heartbreaks of the 2000′s playlist on Spotify and got hit with “Boston” by Augustana. This story immediately came to mind, and here’s the result of that momentary inspiration. Proceed with caution, this is definitely potentially triggering. As always, I love you all and thanks for reading. Thanks to the wonderful @mariesackler for giving it a quick read-over for me 💜
You hadn’t spoken to Adam since that night at the reunion. That singular moment of weakness hadn’t crossed your mind again in the three years since, for good reason…
The last One thousand and Ninety-five days had been the worst of your life. A whirlwind of doctors, brain scans, diagnoses, and treatments had consumed your every waking moment for the first year. The second was more stagnant, by the fifth month of your stay at St. Jude, the comforting colors and shapes covering the walls had become a grotesque amalgam of sorts. Soft yellows and cool greens that should have been comforting blurred together, becoming little more than a mirror of the grey that consumed the rest of your world.
When you lost the steel blue of her eyes, all the color in the world faded with it.
When it was all said and done, the motions of everyday life felt empty. You felt hollow. Scott felt it too, and you both knew it couldn’t be saved. The lock-step you’d shared was looser now, and the fit wasn’t quite the same.
When he looked at you, he saw her face...
When you looked at him, her eyes stared back....
Like a puzzle with too much wear and tear, you knew that there was no sense in trying to force the pieces together. So you didn’t. Filing the papers was the easiest thing you’d done that year.
Another year passed and the pain was duller. Every new day made it feel more like the ache of a strained muscle than the sharp stab wound it had once been. Boston was nice, and the small suburban town that you had chosen was quiet enough, allowing you to live out your solitary existence in relative peace. Messages of condolence had finally become sparse, and calls with offers to get together with your old friends even more so.
Trips to the local bookstore were getting easier too, provided you managed to get in and out without catching sight of the section that displayed her favorite book series so prominently. This time though, it seemed your luck had run out. And that was the reason you found yourself crouching in the middle of the isle, trying desperately to wipe the tears from your face just long enough to get out of there, when you heard it...
“Hey, Kid, Is that you?”
You waited a beat, and then another before daring to look up, although there was not really any need. You knew it was him. Adam was there crouching beside you, hand splayed over your back, before you could take another breath.
“What are you doing here?” The question lingered, wavering in the air between you.
“Does it matter?”
“Yes, Adam.” You fought desperately against the tsunami welling up in your chest. “It does matter.”
His hand moved gently beneath your buried face and sought out your jaw, just like the last time you’d seen him. Cupping it gently, he urged you without words to uncurl yourself from your position on the floor.
“Then tell me why I'm here, Kid.”
“I..” Struggling through another deep breath, you finally allowed yourself to meet his heavy eyes. “I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.”
“No, I don’t...I-I can’t…”
“Let me take you home? Please, Kid?” Adam’ s voice broke a little at the end. You knew that seeing you so broken must have been hard for him, you knew seeing him face something similar would rip you in two.
“Okay.” You relented, giving him your unoccupied hand, which he used to pull you up from the floor and followed him outside.
The fresh air was helpful, and as it began to clear the fog away you noticed that something wasn’t right. Adam’s hand, his left hand, had laced it’s fingers between your own. They engulfed your much smaller ones almost completely. That wasn’t the problem though, the comfortable weight of his hand pressing into yours was familiar enough.
It was his ring...rather, his lack of a ring that captured your attention.
You stopped in your tracks, jerking his arm out behind him. “Fuck!” He muttered, stopping short at the other end of the connection between you. He looked back, and noticing the focus of your attention almost immediately, he answered the question before you could so much as form it coherently. “It was about a year after the reunion.” He spoke quietly. Seeming to weigh each word before offering it to you. “No one’s fault. It just wasn't right anymore. We didn’t want the same things so I left.”
You stood frozen, staring into his eyes for a few moments, wishing that you had the wherewithal to keep focused. The shreds of composure you’d managed to pull together threatened to flee with every breath. And all of the questions you hadn’t dared to ask yourself came surging to the surface. Why wasn’t he there for me? Why didn’t he reach out? How could he leave me alone, all over again?
“Why didn’t you come?” The shaky question came with a fresh wave of emotion. Relief? Guilt? Anger? Everything felt the same for you now, all raw edges and one feeling blurring into the next until all that remained was that same all-consuming grey. “Why are you here, Adam?”
“Jesus, Kid.” He huffed, “You know why I’m here. I want to take care of you. I need to take care of you.”
“I don’t need you to take care of me, Adam.” You spit, trying in vain to rip your hand from the hold he still has on it. “You don’t know me anymore. It’s not your job to care.”
“You don’t have to do this anymore!”
“What? What am I doing?”
“JESUS!” Adam bellowed into the empty parking lot. “You’re still trying to push me away! You’re still afraid to lose me! I left my wife because I couldn’t get that fucking kiss out of my head for a year. I just wanted to be close to you again. I meant it when I said I fucking love you.”
You scoff as he continues, sounding like something caught between a humorless laugh and the sob you had been pushing down for months.
“Then just when I was ready to reach out, your daughter got sick. You’ve spent the last three years walking through hell and back, and I couldn’t do a goddamn thing but watch you bury her.” His voice began to quiver as he tucked you securely under his chin. “I was there, at the funeral, but I couldn’t walk the last ten feet to you. I just wanted to hold you, and I was a fucking coward. Scott was so checked out--he wasn’t even trying to comfort you--I didn’t trust myself.”
The warmth of him, the smell of his skin flooded your senses and the dam splintered. Cracking into a hundred thousand miniscule shards before it finally gave way, and half a lifetime’s sadness spilled from behind it.
“I’m sorry, Kid. I’m so fucking sorry.” He held you there, steady and unmoving for what seemed like hours. The rock you hadn’t realized was missing before that moment. All the while pressing soft kisses and every reassurance he could muster into the crown of your head. “I’m here, and I love you. I promise you’ll never lose me again.”
Kittens: @mariesackler @butyoudidthis4what @xxcatrenxx @maybe-your-left @finn-ray-nal-beads @theoncrayjoy @contesa-lui-alucard @sacklerscumrag @direnightshade @hopeamarsu @leatherboundbirate @han-not-solo @paper-n-ashes @blowthatpieceofjunk @jynzandjuice
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Happy Monday!!! Just dropping by to leave you a 📓. ☺️💜
Happy Tuesday now! 😅 I hope you’re having a good start to your week!
So I've been thinking a lot lately about warlock!Henry and witch!Reader. It's essentially a Dark Tower AU, where Reader has abilities (but isn't aware of them at the start) and continually dreams of some other world/realm. They wake up and draw them, and over time they notice a reoccurring face that seems to pop up in each drawing (surprise! it's Henry). Meanwhile in this other realm, Henry is sensing Reader's budding abilities which triggers him into this frenzied need to destroy Reader due to a prophecy that would see his reign be destroyed once and for all.
Surprise, it's enemies to lovers.
I haven't figured out the full details or anything, but I do think a lot about this dynamic.
And I'm also tagging @han-not-solo in this since she'd asked about it like a month or two ago and I never followed up...
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Lately I've been thinking of a GOT AU with a StarkBannerman!Clyde and Sand!Reader.
They meet in Kingslanding, maybe during the purple wedding. There is a lot of teasing from Sand!RC over how stoic and solemn StarkBannerman!Clyde is.
There really isn't a plot other than they miss in a bath house or perhaps a stream and they have to navigate whatever BS is happening in Kingslanding.
Thank you for asking!
Ask me about unwritten fics!
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Which kind of fanfic writer are you?
Gonna go a little "crying" and a dash of "too many that's" 😂
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Hey all my lovelies!!! It's almost Friday AND it's a long weekend for me, so I thought we could have ourselves a Sleepover!
I think that I'm coming up on a year since I've found myself in this incredible community, and I want to do a little something to celebrate.
So this weekend (Today-Monday night probably midnight EST), my ask box will finally be open for requests! Anon is on and welcome!
I'll be reserving the right to respond however I feel inspired to. This is my first go around on requests, so I will likely keep it to mostly short drabbles or headcanons so that I can actually answer in a reasonable timeframe. (PLEASE accept my sincerest apologies ahead of time though, because I know that I am often usually slow to respond)
I'll reblog some ask lists, but feel free to send me anything your heart desires. As always, I'm here to scream, shout, write, and be a thirsty bxtch with you all. 💜
All my love,
Tagging some pals to spread the word: @mariesackler @butyoudidthis4what @theoncrayjoy @jynz-andtonic @leatherboundbirate @roanniom @blowthatpieceofjunk @maybe-your-left @contesa-lui-alucard @desiraypark @direnightshade @adcuficrec
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Hey Sackler! When did you get back? It's great to see you, god it's been what, almost 4 months? I was starting to think your poor apartment was going to be empty for all of eternity.
You know all this Covid shit, Claire...I had to get out of the city for a while. Just got back today. You didn’t happen to stock my fridge, did you?
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A continuation of this RP thread with @millenialcatlady.
Maybe next time...
Your words ricochet in Matt’s head as he slaps cards down on the pile, scowling deeply at his competitors.
I want it to be this fuckin’ time, he thinks to himself. He can still taste that little bit of sweetness lingering from your lip balm, still smell that little bit of your scent on his sweatshirt. He wants to sit your ass up on your kitchen counter, kiss you hot and hard, grind you up against him till you’re wet and whimpering.
He tosses down his second-to-last card.
“Uno, BITCH!” he shouts, pushing himself up from his seat and striding across the room, determined to find you.
He catches sight of you at the end of the hallway, the corners of your mouth turned up in laughter. When you see him, your eyes light up. His long legs take swift steps toward you.
A large mass lurches out of one of the rooms and collides with Matt, its hand planted on his shoulder. It’s wearing a grey beanie. It’s...
“FUCKING RANDY! What the FUCK!” Matt hollers, shoving him backwards.
Randy’s strange neon blue drink sloshes over the rim of his cup onto Matt’s sweatshirt, leaving him dripping in sticky-sweet liquid.
“IwaswonderingifyouwantedtoshareanUber...” Randy slurs, eyes nearly crossed.
“Oh boy,” you say, approaching to provide a stabilizing hand to Randy as he sways. “Did someone get a little too juiced?”
“Maybe...” Randy giggles, taking another slurp of his drink.
Matt seethes, clenching his jaw. He can smell you again, and all he wants to do is taste you again, too.
“Can you make sure he gets home okay, Matty?” you ask.
“Anything for my little bro,” he says through gritted teeth.
Matt pulls out his phone and cues up the app, plinking in both his and Randy’s addresses. The arrival notification pings just as you make a pit-stop in the kitchen to get Randy to down a glass of water. He curses Randy’s drunk ass as you lead them outside, the car idling in the street.
Randy doesn’t protest when you load him into the back seat first, happily munching on the to-go bag of tortilla chips you’d packed him.
“Well,” you say, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as Matt lingers with the car door open. “Thanks for coming over...” You lean in and give him a quick peck on the cheek.
“What the fuh!” Randy blurts, mouth stuffed full of chips.
Matt blushes, but plasters a shit-eating grin across his face as he turns back to Randy.
You shut the door and slap the roof of the car, smiling as it pulls away.
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I saw that you liked a post of mine today, Matt. Glad to see you so openly interacting with all your invested fans.
Let me know if there's ever anything I can do to make your day a little bit better.
I may have seen something that I liked.
So give me a call when you're ready to pin that hair back and get to work.
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I'm so glad you decided to take an interlude to open up submissions ooc. I know you already know how much I adore you, (both within and outside of the incredible character you've built) So I'll just tell you again how often you leave me in awe of your talent. The way you and Britt (and the others along the way) came together to weave this story so flawlessly stole my breath, or set me on a roller coaster of emotions more times than I could count.
It's been an honor to have the opportunity to be along for this ride, to watch it all unfold, and to call you friend. So thank you for that, and for Charlie. 💜
Bless you, Claire. That means a lot to me.
It’s genuinely been an honour to witness your journey as a writer, and see your confidence in your abilities grow. Your storyline with Father Garupe was honestly one of the most real, emotional stories I’ve read in a long time, and as you know, I was absolutely gripped throughout the entire journey. You truly have such talent as a writer, and I will continue to tell you this as often as I can for as long as I know you.
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Z I'm still on my bullshit and I'm shipping you with Clyde today. This sweet big teddy bear of a man would love you exactly the way you deserve. Always reminding you how wonderful you are, and keeping you grounded when you need him to, just as you do for him during the rough days.
*snuffles* A big bear to take care of me. To ground me. To pick me up when I fall. To spank the dickens outta me when I’m a bratty lil’ thing. I would love him to meecey pieces... and I can’t tell you how flattering it is that you ship us 🥺
PS I LOVE THE FUCK OUTTA YOU
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Matt kept mostly to himself at work. Only speaking to a select few people that he seemed to deem worthy of putting in the effort to interact with, he responded to most other people that approached him with an eye roll and as snarky a response as he could manage.
Thankfully, it seemed that I had been deemed one of the worthy. He'd been a little warmer toward me ever since the afternoon we spent an entire lunch hour debating whether including an actual dragon fight in a short campaign is really worth the effort. After a few days of pretending that I didn't exist, he started nodding at me in the hall. Once last week, I could have sworn that he smiled when I asked him how Greg was doing.
On Friday morning, Matt stood in front of the break room refrigerator. "Hey Matty?" I asked, a little more chipper than usual, even for me. "Can I get in there, or are you still looking for the hidden doorway to Narnia?"
There’s not much to smile about on Starkiller Base. It’s really not my fault most of my coworkers are total jerkfaces or idiots.
What? Am I supposed to be Mr. Congeniality or some shit? Come on. I go to work, cranks some wrenches, gets shredded at the gym, then I get to go home to Greg, play some video games, and crank one off. Why overcomplicate things?
However, one coworker had caught my attention. A fair maiden. Dragon Girl. She was mouthing off some crazy shit about D&D in the lunchroom and she had totally bangin’ tits. Even asked about Greg. She seemed legit.
“Narnia?” Matt whips his head around. “No,” he snarls. “I’m looking for my fuckin’ GoGurt. Some fucking fuck keeps stealing it.”
“I’m terribly sorry for your loss?” you say, uncertain why a tube of shitty children’s yogurt would be such a hot commodity.
“Thanks,” Matt barks. “It was one of the blue and purple swirly ones, too. Total horseshit.” He takes a breath, loosening his scowl. “Anyway. Sup, Dragon Girl.”
“Sup,” you laugh. “You know, if you really want your GoGurt, we could always just... go to the store and grab some?”
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THE ELEGANT SLIGHT GREYING OF HIS HAIR.
AM I WRONG IN THINKING THAT THIS COULD BE THE HOTTEST HE'S EVER LOOKED IN A FILM?!
LIKE THIS IS RANKING DEAD LEVEL WITH CHARLIE FOR ME?!
WHY DOES HE LOOK SO GOOD WITH GREYING HAIR IS THIS EVEN LEGAL?!
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1. SOULMATES. Oh my good LORD you write such great soulmate aus.
2. Crossover AUs. Kly'd as not only Mandalorian but also ABO? FLAWLESS! PERFECT! You blend universes together so beautifully.
🥺 I love that this is my brand. LOVE
What is my fanfic specialty
Z IM SCREAMING ABOUT NEVER HAVE I EVER. CAN YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING?! I love you and everything you write, and I'm so excited to devour all of this content. 😍💜
Okay. OKAY OKAY OKAY. So Claire, I don’t want to drop too big of a bomb on you here but uhhh... not only is it a virgin!Ronnie fic, but it’s a virgin!Ronnie x virgin!Reader fic 🙀🙀🙀🙀 THE TWO OF YOU MAKE A PACT ON NEW YEAR’S EVE THAT IF NEITHER OF YOU HAS SEX IN THE NEXT YEAR THAT YOU’LL LOSE YOUR VIRGINITIES TO EACH OTHER AND... AND... NYE ROLLS AROUND AGAIN AND... AND... *screeches and dies*
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Z BBY, MY SWEET LITTLE BUNDT CAKE!!!
I think I know the answers, BUT please tell me 19. 23. And 24. from the Ronnie asks!!!!!
THANKS ILY BYE 😚
HELLO MY DARLING DEAREST, I LOVE YOU THE MOSTEST XOXOXO. Smooches and rum daiquiris from me and Ronnie!
19. Who is more likely to cry watching a sad movie?
Answered here :) WE’RE SOFTIES OKAY?
23. Who gets to the meeting spot first when you agree to hang out? (And do any of you tend to be late?)
It’s... it’s probably Ronnie. He’s an on-time-dime and I have, uh, what clinicians refer to as “chronic organizational deficits” lolololz. That said, he’s very patient with me, and I’m also always always always excited to hang out with him, so I’m never TOO late even if I’m running on “Z-time.”
24. Who comes up with the stupid ideas? (And does the other encourage it?)
Answered here but you know what? Ronnie has some pretty dumb ideas, too. He wants to make a mac-n-cheese pot pie. POT PIE! FILLED WITH MAC AND CHEESE! Or wait... maybe that’s actually a really great idea... I’ll let you know after dinner tonight.
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