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golden-cherry · 3 months

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deal - cl16 (24/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.

Chapter Summary: Furniture shopping is more exciting when there's talks about buying new stuff - like a bed.

Warnings: 18+ (mentions of smut), fluff, Kika is the bestest friend on this planet

Word Count: 3.4k

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A/N: hello loves! part twenty-four is here and I hope you enjoy it! feedback is appreciated!!!

The fact that Kika is just lying on your bed instead of snuggling up completely in your fluffy blanket is a miracle.

"I liked the light blue mom jeans best," she says as you stand in front of the large mirror leaning against the wall next to the door to your room and look at yourself. "With the white oversized turtleneck - smash."

You look at her through the mirror. "Haha."

"I'm serious." She leans on her elbows and tilts her head. "If you wear white sneakers with it, it'll even work with the sandwich method. I've seen it on TikTok. And I swear to you - people will turn their heads to look at you."

"I don't want people turning their heads at me," you confess quietly, adjusting the soft fabric of your top. "I just want to look halfway okay."

"Trust me. You look more than okay."

After Kika and Pierre have stormed your apartment with their spare key - which at first annoyed you, but in the next moment made you feel quite relieved - your girlfriend has taken it upon herself to unpack your suitcase and pick out an outfit for you that matches your trip to the furniture store.

Unpacking your suitcase simply consisted of pulling out one item at a time and tossing it aside if it didn't meet her expectations. The pile of clothes next to the bed is the result of her search.

" Let it go," she warns you as you adjust the position of the hem of the sweater on your shoulder. "You look good. When I think about my first outfit as Pierre's girlfriend - it was pure horror."

"But I'm not a girlfriend," you reply as you reach for the jeans Kika is holding out to you. "I'm his friend. His roommate. Nothing more," you exhale, "and nothing less."

The Portugese woman watches you slip into your pants. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Caught off guard, you look at her. Are your feelings for the Monegasque so obvious that she can even see it on your face? Is your affection written all over your forehead? You can't name your emotional state, you can't say a word that could even begin to describe what you feel for Charles - but there's no question that it's definitely something other than pure friendship.

No matter how often and vehemently you try to convince yourself that Charles is your friend, you are an incredibly bad liar.

"I remember being incredibly nervous the first time we went out in public. I think I changed outfits three or four times before I was halfway happy."

Oh.

You sit down on the edge of the bed with her. "I want all of this. I want him." You clear your throat as Kika gives you a meaningful look. "His friendship, that is. And I'm also willing to take the risk of people not liking me and talking badly about me." You clasp your hands in your lap.

Kika sits up straight. "But?"

You curl your lips into a thin line. "I - I don't know." How do you explain to her that you're worried that his fans could dislike you so much that they doubt Charles? You're going public as friends, something that bothers you a little more than it should. But the Monegasque has also said that people will think what they want.

What if they hate you so much - your looks, your mediocrity, your being - that Charles catches on and he realizes they're right in their opinion?

"I just want to make a good impression."

Your friend reaches for your hand. "You will. And after all, you're just friends. The public's opinion isn't all that important." You don't see her look, which says so much more than what she actually says.

"Right."

Kika lets go of your hand and stands up from the bed. "I'll be with you the whole time. We'll work it out. I promise." She tosses her long hair over her shoulder. "So, let's get going. This room is pretty bleak and could use some color," she says before pulling you off the bed and out of the room.

As you slip into your shoes at the front door, the men join you.

"So, Pierre and I are sitting -" Charles begins, but suddenly stops when he sees you. His eyes wander over your body and goose bumps spread along their path. He remains silent until Pierre nudges him. "Uhm, sorry. Yes. We - um - we're both going to sit in the front of the car because -" He scratches the back of his neck nervously, but can't take his eyes off you. "The plan is for Kika and you to go through the furniture store together and Pierre is coming with me. Just so that we are seen together as little as possible, but are still out and about together," he explains.

You understand why this is all going to happen. He wants to protect you and you want to let him, but you can't stop your heart from getting a little bruised.

When Kika notices your offended look, she crosses her arms in front of her chest. "So much planning for simple shopping with friends? Is that really necessary?"

As you look up from your shoes, you look straight into Charles' beautiful green eyes. Something that looks exactly like how you feel flickers across his face. "It is." He stands up straight. "Shall we?"

Kika smiles gently at you. "Let's liven this place up a bit, then." She grabs Pierre's hand and together the two of them walk out of the apartment towards the elevator, while Charles and you stay behind. You both look after them.

"Is everything all right?" asks the Monegasque and stands next to you.

"Everything's fine," you answer him curtly. You don't dare look at him.

"Y/N," he says as he gently grasps your wrist and turns you towards him. "Mon amour, you know why I'm doing this, don't you?" His hand slips a little lower so your fingers can intertwine.

"'Mh-hmm."

"Hey." His other hand rests gently against your cheek, making you look at him. "Hey." His thumb gently strokes your cheekbone. "I'm trying to protect you. That's my priority. Making sure you're okay is my priority. And if that means we can't walk through any stores next to each other for now, just so the public can get used to you, then I'll put up with it." His gaze twitches briefly to your mouth. "Even if it's not what I want."

You nuzzle your face against his warm hand. "And what do you want?" you ask softly.

"You."

His answer makes the blood sizzle in your veins. It feels as if the warmth of his skin is burning through your face, as if the nerve endings under your skin are sending little electric shocks through your muscles and forcing your heart to stop. You take a deep breath.

"I want you near me." He squeezes your hand twice before pulling away. Your skin feels cooler without his touch. "But I'm responsible for what happens in public. And I don't want to risk anything happening to you because of me."

You nod weakly before wordlessly following the befriended couple. You hear Charles behind you, but you don't wait for him as you walk quickly to the others. The atmosphere in the elevator is tense as you are transported towards the underground garage, but no one tries to ease the tension. Kika and Pierre look at each other a little uncertainly, something that doesn't escape your gaze, and you can't blame them. The situation is just awful.

Pierre has thought far ahead, because when he presses a button on his car key, a large SUV opens up in the underground parking garage, sure to fit some decorative items. Charles' Ferrari, or God forbid your old Renault, might have been able to fit a picture frame, or at most a small mirror.

You sit behind Charles, who has taken a seat in the passenger seat. Kika and Pierre are talking through the rear-view mirror while you look out of the window.

The longer you think about what Charles said - or didn't say - the more uncomfortable you feel. The hem of the sweater seems to have slipped, the collar feels too tight and the sleeves are scratching your elbows. You're not sure what you were hoping for, what the right answer would have been. But you're not particularly happy with the one you got.

You also want to be close to him, permanently. And you can also understand why the plan involves you staying away from each other inside the furniture store. But is that really necessary if you're just friends? Has he done something similar with his other female friends, or are you the only one who has to put up with this fuss?

Your thoughts are going round and round in your head, but as if by magic they suddenly come to a standstill. But it's not magic, it's Charles' hand that has squeezed past his seat on the right and is now gripping your leg. You feel his fingers slide under the fabric of your jeans, where they rest against your calf.

You try to regulate your breathing, but you can hear the blood pounding in your ears. Charles touching you is nothing new. You've been touching each other non-stop since last night, which doesn't help your feelings or your friendship, but it still feels indescribably good.

It feels right the way his calloused hand wraps around your soft calf. It felt right the way his thumb stroked your cheek. It felt right to lie half-naked next to him in bed.

It felt right to want him as something more. More than a roommate. More than a friend.

And that's exactly why you slide your foot towards the car door, so that Charles can touch you more easily. You block out the voice that keeps whispering hypocrite to you as best you can. And the warmer his skin feels on yours, the tighter his fingers close around your calf, the better it works.

"I'll let you both out right at the entrance and we'll park in the back of the parking lot," Pierre interrupts your thoughts before they're no longer PG. "You can go inside and we'll follow. That's the easiest way."

"Thank you very much," Charles says. "I'm sorry we're shamelessly taking advantage of you."

Pierre has to grin. "You're welcome to give me a position in Bahrain, then we'd be even."

"You'd have to get close to me on the track first."

The two men argue amicably until the car comes to a halt in front of the deserted entrance. Just as you are about to open the door, Charles's fingers gently squeeze your leg twice and you have to suppress a smile, otherwise Kika would tease you endlessly. As you both get out and the car drives away, she latches on to you.

"Are you ready?" she asks as you walk towards the glass door together.

"Definitely."

Kika has very good taste in decorating and if she hadn't become a model, she could definitely have worked at Ikea putting together those fake rooms. As you push a shopping cart in front of you, she skips through the aisles, grabbing anything that matches in color or style. Picture frames, vases, mirrors and fake plants that would look good on the windowsill in your room.

She's examining which of the candles in front of her would go better with the vases in the shopping cart when your cell phone vibrates in your pocket.

Charles: If one of the candles burns down our apartment, I'll have to charge you rent.

Confused, you read the message before looking up and around. Charles is standing about twenty meters away from you, smiling at you over the shelves. You bite the inside of your cheek.

You: You don't need my money, Mr. Ferrari. After all, you make millions a year.

You raise an eyebrow challengingly as Charles reads your message. You can see his grin clearly, even from this distance.

Charles: If you burn down my expensive apartment, I'll have to find a new one, and they're not exactly cheap in Monaco, as you know.

You: I thought it was our apartment?

Charles: If you let it burn down, you're welcome to keep it.

You: So you'd let me keep it? Our apartment?

Charles: I'd give you anything, mon amour. You just have to ask for it.

You don't have time to think about his answer because Kika throws a stuffed animal dinosaur in your face.

"Are you done flirting?" she asks, playing annoyed. "I'm trying to decorate your room and you'd rather flirt than help me."

You feel the blood rush to your face. "Excuse me?"

Her grin almost reaches your ears. "Gotcha."

"You can't possibly have caught me doing something I wasn't doing," you try to wriggle out of it, but Kika has bitten down like a little terrier.

"And why are you looking like you've eaten the last spoonful of tiramisu without asking if anyone else wants the rest?"

"I haven't eaten any tiramisu," you defend yourself and hug the green stuffed animal tightly to your chest.

"Not yet," she says gently and puts one of the candles in the cart with the rest. "But I'm afraid you could get diabetic if you're not careful with the tiramisu. A small piece is fine, but a double portion could almost be too much."

You narrow your eyes. "I haven't eaten any tiramisu." Without taking your eyes off her, you put the green dino in the shopping cart too. "And I don't intend to."

"You're a bad liar," she says and stands next to you, wrapping her arms tightly around you. "But that's all right. I still love you. And when your room looks really cool soon, I'll take the outfit pictures for my Instagram in front of your mirror."

She gives you a peck on the cheek and you roll your eyes. "Charles was right. We need to change the locks, then you can't disturb us anymore."

"Disturb? Disturbing what? Eating tiramisu?" she grins and you would have loved to suffocate her with the green dino. Apparently Kika can read minds, because she quickly lets go of your arms and continues to skip happily through the corridors while you follow her with the shopping cart.

"How much do you think the things you picked out for me cost?" you ask her as she picks out more plants.

She takes a look at the shopping cart. "Something between two hundred and five hundred euros," she replies with a shrug.

"Kika, that's too much. Way too much," you try to stop her as she walks over to the rugs on display. "I can't pay for it. I'm unemployed, remember?" You're about to turn the shopping cart around and return the selected items to their rightful places, but Kika stands in your way.

"Charles offered to pay for this," she says, confused, resting her perfectly manicured hands on the metal grille of the cart.

"He what?" you ask, looking around in the hope of spotting Charles somewhere. But he's nowhere to be seen.

"Pierre sent me a text message to leave the car at the checkouts when we're done. He said that Charles wanted to pay for it and that we should wait outside for them," she explains, tilting her head. "I thought he would have told you. I know you're unemployed, but because of the text message, I thought that - I assumed we could just pick out nice items without looking at the price."

You run your tongue over your teeth. "Give me a moment, please," you say briefly and leave her standing there with the shopping cart.

You walk through every aisle, looking over every shelf in the hope of seeing Charles standing somewhere. And when, after ten minutes, you spot his brown curls in the furthest corner of the store, you don't care if the two of you are seen together. He's standing in front of a gray, hip-high box spring, with nice, dark bedding and comfortable-looking pillows placed on it. When you stop next to him, he doesn't look at you.

"I want to buy a new bed," he begins the conversation. "The one I have now is too low for me. What do you think of this one? I've tried it out. It's really comfortable and the perfect height for -" He falls silent before he can finish the sentence.

"Kika says you want to pay for my things," you change the subject without answering his question. You don't take your eyes off the bed either.

"That's correct."

"I don't want that," you say tersely. "I don't want you to pay for it."

"But I want to," he replies, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. "Think of it as a gift."

"As a gift?" You raise an eyebrow. "As a gift for what?"

"For your friendship."

"You can have my friendship without buying me new things," you assure him, but you fall on deaf ears.

"But I want to. I have so much money that I can't spend on my own, so I want to buy you nice things." He leans a little towards you so that your hands touch. "How expensive are the things? One thousand, two thousand euros?"

"Kika says five hundred at most."

"Then think of it as a small, early Christmas present," he says gently. Before you can object, he continues. "I want you to feel comfortable and if it costs me some money, then so be it. And it won't hurt my bank account in the slightest. So just say thank you and accept the gift."

"Thank you," you whisper reluctantly, but you know that it wouldn't do any good to go against his wishes. "Did you find something you want to buy?"

He smiles. "This bed, apparently. And bedding. And a mirror."

"Doesn't sound bad. I just hope you have as good a taste as Kika. After all, our things have to match," you joke.

Charles turns his head in your direction. "Then lie down on the bed, mon amour. I'd like to see how you look on it before I spend thousands of euros on it." As he says it and his fingers curl around your wrist, that feeling blossoms in your chest again.

You want to throw him on the bed in front of you, kiss him until you can't breathe and touch him until you can see stars. You want to feel his warm skin under your fingertips, feel his muscles tense as he pulls you on top of him and presses you against his firm body. You want to feel his weight on you as he lays you down on the bed and his lips trail down from your mouth. You want to -

"Do you really think I'm going to try sleeping without you again when we've figured out that we both sleep better when we're together?" he asks, gently stroking the thin skin on your wrist with his thumb. You hope he can't feel your racing pulse underneath. "When we first met, you said that you hadn't had a decent night's sleep in a long time. And if it means I have to hold you in my arms so you can get a good night's sleep, then so be it. And it's not as if I don't enjoy having you close to me."

Before you can answer him, you feel a person standing at your other side and when you look, Kika is standing there. Her gaze flickers briefly to your hands before she turns to the bed as well. "Do any of you fancy a bite to eat?" she asks. "There's a restaurant nearby that serves incredibly good tiramisu. And it's never busy. We can go there if you like." She turns slightly in your direction and nudges you. "What about you? Do you want some tiramisu?"

More like a need than a want.

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my-personal-equations · 4 months

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There come a day, Greg Plitt

You know there comes a day man,

everyone's gonna have this day.

There comes a day where being average, being mediocre, is just sick into you, it's just sick, it makes you want to throw up, because you've seen people with far less talent than you, as you're growing up with them, they're childwood buds or whatever else; they didn’t have what you had yet now they're to fucking become something that you haven't.

There come that day, it's either when you are young, you know, and it strikes you on the baseball field cause you're sick of striking out or it’s when you get fired from your fifth job you know, when your wife and kids are on your ass because you don't have support anymore.

There comes a fucking day where push comes to shove, where being mediocre, being like average and shit just fuckin burns and sucks so much you can’t deal in one more day and you get off your fucking ass, and you create something it's always been there, it’s always been inside of you trying to come out but you've never wanted to unwrap it because it's too much fucking pain and commitment.

You are scared you're gonna fail, you're scared if you started you never finish it, you didn't want to tell anybody.

You knew it was there, but you never wanted to embark on it, until something fucking hits, you get fired or somebody else get success reminds you what you could have been and them a fucking spark is born.

And no matter what happens, I’m never gonna be in this boat again.

And you get up and you go even if you get knocked and you just keep going keep going you a wild man, and life has never been so sweet.

That can happen in early age, it can happen at later age, it's gonna happen to somebody every... , you know, no matter what's gonna happen to you, and when it does happen to you thank your lucky stars that finally you're alive. It's time to unwrap to the potential you can be, superior man, it's within you, it's within every single one of us, and the people that have risen to that level were no different than anyone of us, it’s just they believed it and they are willing to work their fucking ass off to get it.

It wasn’t about the potential, it wasn’t about the genetics, it was about the perseverance and it was about being the hardest fucking worker in the room. That's what got him there.

And it didn't happen overnight, they got knocked down more than ever and stood up but they kept going and kept going and kept going and kept going because what else are the alternative to be average again, that sucks man, and it really sucks.

When you've tasted success at one point in your life, when you, when you have sex with a woman and that's the best sex ever you want to have sex with her again, when you eat a fucking juicy steak man you want to have that again, when you go out and train hard to play baseball and you connect and you hit the winning homerun you want to feel that way again.

When you taste these fire things of life, all the pain, all the work, all this sacrifice to get them, is well worth it.

If anything it's a small down payment for the price in the reward you got, and that feeling I once felt... how do you ever turn your back on it.

Stop running from the potential of what you can be guys, it's inside of you, it has always been there.

Grab a buddy of yours, say "man, me and you we are gonna do this together and you are gonna be on my ass" and "I'll never accept mediocre again, I'm always gonna give my 110 fucking percent, that's the only thing I can ever say a solid day's work, that's all that we'll ever find peace in".

If you guys do not do that I promise you, your life will haunt you for the rest of your days, if there's potential inside of you which you know it's there but you're too scared to tell anyone else about it and you go on and on, you get over and over and over and over and the winner might reach at the close.

And you knew it could have been given birth to but you never did.

I promise it will haunt you.. it'll be more.. it's a living nightmare dude, that fact that you had the ability to do something and you're too weak to turn the key and star the engine on it, it's a greater disappointment and a greater burden to carry than any of this phisycal sweat equity we're paying in the gym or sacrifice, all that is just nothing compared to a life where you're burdened by regret guys.

I hope you guys get the fuck I'm saying.

I'm telling you what, once you get it, come over this side of the fence, you don't see fucking problems anymore man, you see situations, you see possibilities and you can't wait to get them started man.

You are like "why did I wait so long to engage".

It doesn't matter about the past, it's today, what we're doing today, what we're going to engage now and once we engage we commit. There's no half commitment, there's no core commitment, there's full commitment, once we engage it's every fucking day we engage because that's the better life.

And the people you sorround yourself are like-minded and a better friends and family for life man, they have your back, they're solid individuals doing solid tasks leaving a solid impact of legacy for other people.

That's a solide life man.

It's your option though.

What are you gonna do?

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pochx · 2 years

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don't actually read this please

idk what it is about the confessional of a small (semi) private space online to say shit u really should not tell people so openly that works so much better than my actual journal but uh.

it helps!

anyway. fr this is confessional shit that i'll talk about w/ the new therapist i'm trying to see if it comes up but

i'm that bitch who causes problems and is so good at slow burning bridges. like it's the self prophecy idk why but that's the hardest thing for me to stop myself from doing. my anxiety and fear latches onto one small thing and i make it real because idk! idk.

also wtf is happening outside. whatever, it's distracting

but god it just came out of nowhere this small fear. this small concern that first sprouted during some other deeply anxiety fueled misery moment. and now it's all i can think about. it is all i can think about.

but like god. i'm no fun. i just. i'm barely even here man, barely. when people think of their best moments, the best memories. i have never been in a single one. and not like i have to be but, i just. don't leave that mark on people, they don't have those moments with me because i'm just not that person. and the self actualization or w/e and i make it true, i'm just a fucking drag y'know?

also like. literally random but and different it came to me tonight so like. because of this constant fear right? and delusional tendencies of me to my relationships but idk if ppl realize how heavily i have to rely on what they directly say to me to prevent even MORE constant fear and whatnot. but someone recently (a month ago) said to me "i know my word might not mean much but..." and like damn

it actually really fucking did until then and also now. like i have full confidence and will take ppl on their words because i have to. i cannot play guessing or indirect games, i will be direct and i will assume u are too (do i tend to say things matter less than they do? yes but it matters little for you and more for me to change how i react/feel) but saying that just. ruins the confidence i had in your word until then.

also this last bit is just me whining and being insecure but i can tell that my writing is no good okay and that others think so. i know. a few decent lines or some snarky humor here and there isn't enough. and i'm relatively okay with that but its more frustrating to be told otherwise. i can show u what i write but the radio silence is enough okay. the polite dodging of making any comment beyond something else or the one small good line that there is. it's mediocre and i wish we could just go with that. or that people only ask about my silly oc because they want to be polite or w/e and that no one else literally cares or thinks the same oc w the same concept is interesting. like mint chocolate and mint with brownies are the same thing essentially i know.

sorry.

that's mean. and unfair.

things aren't great mentally. they never are but it's really bad and i'm trying to start getting some help. i just. need to be a genuine selfish dick for a bit (even more than i already am<3 self absorbed icon<3)

whatever. it's okay. my birthday is next month and, i'm sure it'll be forgotten again. i'll just keep being the little clown i am and accept what i'm given because it's not like i can ask people to change their habits for me right?

again. sorry. not what i normally actually feel or think. i just need this moment to be a dick.

(actually what i really need is to stop being a jug with the bottom cut out so the care that ppl give me isn't instantly lost but u know. sometimes a bitch just needs to be told that ppl are glad to have them in their life over and over again and that they do something that actually somehow improves it) (this is too much. it is needy. it is insecure and like a baby without object permanence. it will be annoying if not already)

wow. uh that was long. whoops. really hope no one read this. quite pathetic innit? bit much really.

#ig i cant stop anyone but just uh.#yea it's personal stuff and etc etc #anyways cheers to being the same unchanging bitch for the most part right #also its 1 am....i did not finish my hw thats due b4 class tmrrw. ig no book reading b4 class bc i gotta do that instead

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yeonjuins · 2 years

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hey I’ve been feeling kind of uninspired lately and idrk to fix it.. like I have ideas and WANT to do them but when I open ps I cant do it. I even have ideas written down but nothing comes out when I try to follow through and I give up very quickly 😕

do u have this same problem or could this just be a personal thing ? I did just recently finish a big project that I’m really proud of 🫶🏾 so I could probably just be burned out? But that was weeks ago lmao

june anon - also I saw u answer my rec list so I’ll read that rn

(lengthy response! 1/2)

honestly i 100% get what you mean PAHAHA i feel like i'm constantly surrounded by inspiration and new ideas and it gets me pumped and motivated to begin creating but the moment i sit down and actually try to start, i have no idea what i'm doing whatsoever... then it spirals down a whole rabbit hole of 'my taste in xyz is significantly larger than my actual skill level'

likewise, i went into my summer so mentally prepped and ready to begin designing for yeonjuins a lot more and making silly little kpop edits or even venture off into bigger projects to challenge myself but alas, i felt so burnt out without even beginning. prior, i had finished a major design project in one of my classes (to which i ended up getting a 98% in so it was worth <3) which pretty much pushed my creative abilities all around. i sort of had the mindset that i'd go into summer being able to expand off of it but i didn't even begin to create things until what.... two months into my summer? and school being right around the corner now too? PAHAHHA

a lot of creatives will say this as well but you have to make a lot of shitty things in order to make good things. even if you are feeling uninspired and don't know what to make but you know you want to make things, make it. it'll probably end up shitty, you'll probably hate it and think you wasted your time, but literally, in order to make good shit, you need to make actual shit first LOL

there's a lot of, what i recently learnt was called, 'invisible work' that goes into making things. even with my he he ha ha graphics with yeonjuins that are just based around my silly little kpop boys, i do research, make sure all my references are correct, making sure i pull from the right sources, etc etc. it seems overwhelming at first, but if you just get down to the mindset that you need to just make something, whether it be good or absolutely awful, it's a lot less daunting.

one of my favourite favourite quotes is from this book called 'tiny beautiful things' by cheryl strayed. i cried my heart out to this book, and specifically, this part made me get down on my floor and sob.

“do you know what it is to be humble? [...] i’d finally been able to begin [to write again] because i’d let go of all the grandiose ideas i’d once had about myself and my writing-

so talented! so young!

i’d stopped being grandiose.

i’d lowered myself to the notion that the absolute only thing that mattered was getting that extra beating heart out of my chest. which meant I had to write my book.

my very possibly mediocre book. my very possibly never-going-to-be-published book. my absolutely nowhere-in-league-with-the-writers-i’d-admired-so-much-that-i-practically-memorized-their-sentences book. it was only then, when i humbly surrendered, that i was able to do the work i need to do.” (page 57)

tldr: just make shit. there are so many scrapped versions of my gfxs people don't see and so many scrapped ideas that don't even see the light of day on this site. but i think that's also the beauty of being a creator ! you build resilience. you make shitty things to only then make good things. just be patient with yourself my love, ideas will flow when it all fits together but you need to allow for your ideas to flow first (":

#asks #june anon #i kinda went the fuck off AHSIODKLAWDIJOAWKLMA #SORRY I JUST #LIKE #U ASKED ME SOMETHING I EXPERIENCE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OFTEN SO I WAS ILKE #YEAH /. YEAH I DEFINATELY HAVE ADVICE FOR THIS .#i hope this helped in any way possible #even if u just took one thing out of it #u got this anonnie i believe in u <- says the one procrastinating to start another gfx #also i would love to see whatever u make one day my love hehe (:<

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thegreaterlink · 2 years

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Star Trek: The Next Generation - Season 2 Overview

And so ends another season.

Like before, I'll be grouping every episode into Good, Bad and Mediocre categories, naming my favourite and least favourite episode of the season and ranking this season out of ten.

Here's a reminder of how the system works in case you forgot.

Once again this is all my opinion. If you disagree with any of my rankings, then that's completely fine.

With that being said...

"MAKE IT SO!" - THE GOOD

Where Silence Has Lease

Elementary, Dear Data

The Schizoid Man

A Matter of Honor

The Measure of a Man

Time Squared

The Icarus Factor

Q Who?

The Emissary

Peak Performance

"SHIELDS UP!" - THE MEDIOCRE

The Child

The Outrageous Okona

Loud as a Whisper

Unnatural Selection

Contagion

The Royale

Pen Pals

Samaritan Snare

Up the Long Ladder

"ABANDON SHIP!" - THE BAD

The Dauphin - But in a "so bad, it's good" sort of way.

Manhunt

Shades of Gray

THE BEST EPISODE

"The Measure of a Man," by far.

Good conflict, compelling side characters, and a concept explored to its fullest potential in a matter which is thoroughly entertaining. The best episode of the series so far.

THE WORST EPISODE

You all knew this was coming. It's "Manhunt."

An uncomfortable premise which sounds like it's from a weird fanfiction is accompanied by a meandering plot which ultimately goes nowhere. You'd never imagine that an episode with gun-toting gangsters, fish alien terrorists and Lwaxana Troi going into heat could be so fucking dull.

THE WORST "EPISODE"

I know I said it doesn't really count as an episode, but I really feel the need to highlight just how absolutely bullshit it is.

By far the worst "episode" of the season, and by extension probably the entire series and the Star Trek franchise as whole, is "Shades of Gray."

This series has had some real stinkers so far, but at least all of those episodes were forty or so minutes of completely original programming.

I would consider this the worst episode of Star Trek I've ever seen, but considering less than half of it is original footage, I've decided that it simply doesn't count as one.

I refuse to give any sort of credit to an "episode" which can't even be bothered to try. You will miss nothing by skipping this.

Yes, I used the same image from the review, and compiled that summary out of excerpts from said review. Obviously the episode is no stranger to recycling content, so why the hell should I care? Regardless of what this franchise puts out in the future, at the very least it'll hopefully never again stoop as low as a clip show.

FINAL RANKING

6/10 - An improvement over the last season, but with more than half of the episodes being subpar, there's still a lot of room for improvement.

Still, there was much less truly bad in this season, and even the more middling episodes here had at least something to make them stand out.

I'm confident we're going to see further improvement in season 3, the first review for which will be going up tomorrow. Engage!

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arsenicpanda · 3 years

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Don't think it's Jugheads lines being duds or Betty being blinded by love. I just think it's how our culture responds to white male writers. White dudes can write anything and it'll get lauded like the best thing since sliced bread. Not hating on Jughead, I love my boy, but. Our culture just be like that.

So, you have a very good point there about the elevation of mediocre, cishet, white men. But also, we actually haven’t seen many reliable reactions to Jughead’s writing. Let’s go through them, in a completely random order:

1.) FP: Likes it, but also not someone whose opinion I would trust on good literature, and also not objective at all.

2.) Toni: She called Jughead’s story “very Lovecraftian,” but that doesn’t mean it’s good, just that he met the basics of that writing style. I mean, it could have been good, but it wasn’t necessarily good.

3.) The writing competition he entered: He actually didn’t win this, so we have no evaluation other than that it wasn’t the best entry.

4.) Fred: Called Jughead the best writer he knew, if memory serves, but also not someone I would go to for evaluations of literature.

5.) Mr. Chipping recruiting him: We all know now that there were ulterior motives here, so we have no evaluation of his writing.

6.) The in-class competition: Another thing he lost, actually.

7.) Bret: Considering how pissed he was and also, like, everything about him, I wouldn’t trust his opinion either when it comes to quality, but like...he did say “Your prose reads more like a pre-teen journaling about his abandonment issues than as a coherent narrative,” which isn’t wrong, but I’m still wary of it because, well, Bret.

8.) Jughead winning the contract: Another part of the killing Jughead plot, cannot be relied upon.

9.) DuPont using Jughead’s story as a base for a Baxter Brothers book: We don’t know the extent of the editing done here, so is it just a matter of a good premise but bad writing? Or maybe the writing was good and the edits were minor? Jughead said, “You really think I wouldn't recognize my own story after someone did a polish on it?“, thus implying minor edits, but DuPont said, “ We kept the elements we liked, and then, let another ghost writer try their hand at it,” so maybe it was a more thorough rewrite? Unclear.

10.) Acceptance into Yale: Due to the connections involved here, it’s unclear how much Jughead’s writing really mattered. He certainly thinks it did, but it might have only needed to be passable, considering the level of connections.

11.) Interest from the University of Iowa: Ah, finally something semi-reliable, but, as you said, the advancement of mediocre white men comes into play here.

12.) Archie?: I think Archie calls Jughead a good writer in 4x19, but like...we’ve never seen Archie reading Jughead’s writing, and also, again, he’s not someone I’d trust for opinions on good writing.

13.) Betty: I saved the best for last. Now, I would like to think that Betty wouldn’t fall into the mediocre white man trap, or at least not in this case because she sees Jughead as Jughead rather than a random entry with statistics attached. Now, on the one hand, we constantly hear her praising his writing, but on the other hand, Jughead says, after FP asks if he can make one suggestion about Jughead’s story, “That's what Betty says, and then it's about a dozen suggestions.“ So, does that mean she’s a thorough, harsh editor? Maybe, but maybe not. Betty has enough taste that Toni Morrison is her favorite author, but she’s also a teenager, and I know my standards for writing have increased since I was her age. And she’s very, very in love with Jughead, so there’s that bias as well. Of course, there’s a chicken-and-the-egg thing here, where did Betty’s bad taste in writing make her think he’s a good writer and help her fall in love with him or does Betty’s love for Jughead blind her to his bad writing? Unclear. Basically, we can’t trust her either.

In sum, we have all of one reliable suggestion that Jughead is a good writer in the entire show. Now, I would say that the show wants us to think Jughead is a good writer, despite not putting in the effort to have his writing be good prose, but I’d also say that in the show’s universe, there isn’t much proof either way.

Also? You know what, I’m going to give Jughead credit and say that I actually like what we saw of his story in 4x19. I mean, we didn’t see the prose, but I liked the dialogue, and, ngl, the line “We’re all monsters, we’ve always been monsters” isn’t a bad one, especially for an eighteen-year-old. Granted, he then threw all that away out of guilt, but still, he’s not complete garbage. And the show has given us less and less voice over from him as the seasons have gone on, so it’s easier to pretend that we mainly hear his dud lines, and, c’mon, most things have at least one dud line.

idk, idk, the jury’s out on Jughead’s writing. I do wonder if we’ll hear more of it after the time jump and if it will be any different or better. God, I would love if they found someone who’s actually good at prose to write his bits and it’d be like, “oh, damn, he’s actually good now, good for him”, and I would also be super depressed if his writing was the same cringe it is now, at which point we would know him getting published was a matter of the elevation of mediocre, cishet, white men and probably connections from grad school. I guess we’ll see.

#asks #anonymous #Riverdale #my kingdom for narration that counts as good prose #my thoughts on Riverdale let me show you them

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sentimental-darkness · 5 years

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Why I'm largely dissapointed with Season 4

- Marco/Star/Tom/Kelly are all so dumb beyond belief which is used to extent shipping drama situation against common sense, with pay-off delayed until the very end, so Starco doesn't even actually happen until another "Conquer" is behind them and they finally realize the feelings are there (probably)

- Kellco is one episode lasting, basically off-screen but canon, all of a sudden; Tomstar shines with lots of moments even though it's portrayed as not a good relationship (mostly due to Star), Starco gets cool couple-esque moments without actually being an official thing because characters are just oblivious to the situation (mainly Star...), then of course we have more bro time, also things like Star blushing over a woman and more Janna plus Tom screen time, which are OK but sounds like lots of "let's throw Everything in there for all kinds of shippers!" which is just hurting the quality of the shows writing that I used to enjoy

- Blood Moon is boring because it's used, guess what... as a plot device to delay Starco and make it possible to execute the above. Seems like it'll hardly matter in a bigger lore or as this *big* show's mystery.

- Floor signs at St. Olgas? Yeah, I guess they just forgot about it... and about those evil looking minions of Globgor. .

- No Septarsis

- No Septarsis...

- They keep mentioning Toffee which adds up with other hints from previous seasons and some unexplained mysteries... also the Book of Spells suggest Toffee had history with Eclipsa and Globgor AND this new flashback time travel proves Toffee and Glossy were like ancient pals - makes sense given how they conversed back in S2. But guess what, I guess the show will not really elaborate on it and their history so what's even the point

- We have this big Septarsis threat lying in wait and Seth but yeah, let's make Mina and darkest eclipsas spell as final villains, just gosh, thats far weaker than evil Meteora and it'll be even worse if Mina for some reason was capable to do Solarian magic on her own without outside help from... a powerful magic user, right? But at this point I'm ready for any dumb explanations

- Basically yeah, again, no Septarians, and no details for the entire conflict between Globgor and Septarians

- No one questions Glossaryck after ALL that happened and how manipulative he was in the past let alone THIS season - where he maniacally laughs at everyone and doesn't give a shit. YEAH, S4 chars are just dumb, especially Star

- I guess we will never discover the true history behind the Great Monster Massacre...

- so essentially this season will end (for our main teenage chars) in the same place or close to where S3 brought them in terms of heroics and feelings and ships only it'll push it a bit more. Plus we get to spend some more time with other chars and Earth again. But damn it, it shouldnt take the entire screen time, especially ship drama and yes, Globgor should be freed sooner probably

- so yeah, no Septarsis, no new places, no answers to most mysteries if not all significant mysteries...

- seeing these characters a little longer with some cool moments and fine social commentary behind racism aka Mewni vs monsters is nice but... if that's everything then it makes me ask what was even the point of this entire season. A single special to tie some essential loose ends after S3 would do just fine...

- so yeah, unless proven wrong by these last episodes we have left... I feel like this great potential and build up of 3 seasons was completely wasted. Like seriously, great job Daron and the crew, at least you have your shipping cake and you can eat it too. I guess you managed to satisfy ALL shipping circles as far as "fun" shipper aspect is concerned... "Great job" at something that's far less important when it comes to storytelling. Book of Spells was pretty great but Season 4 is mediocre at best and super dissapointing at worst

- also, a great portion of scenes and interactions between characters play out as... literal memes from reddit. Some kind of edgy commentary about ships, ship drama, chars being dumb or shows writing not going the way we want it to etc. Plus the show going out of its way to adress past complaints within the fandom such as the blood moon being the curse that forces marco and star together or marco being a shitty boyfriend to jackie... hence we now hear Marco being melodramatic over being such a bad boyfriend to her or see "was it always the blood moon" as main plot point of the arc... which I don't find very original nor funny, they just make me uncomfortable most of the time and remind what could have been if the crew delivered the quality of the show we, lore lovers, have been waiting for... instead of this meme like commentary...

#star vs the forces of evil #svtfoe #svtfoe season 4 #svtfoe spoilers #toffee #Septarsis #lore

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punkscowardschampions · 5 years

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Buster & Rio

Buster: Back in the 24 yet? Rio: Not quite Rio: Working out if there's a way to get the fundz without getting the 'rents in on the drama Buster: I'll spot you flight money Buster: My boy'll be gutted like, making me ask 'cause he's ready for round 2 Rio: Not for free you won't Rio: What you after? Rio: Ick, no thanks, break the news gently for me? or not Buster: Course Buster: I like the idea of you owing me one, that's all Rio: Ha, well I don't! Buster: Suit yourself Buster: Make your own way home then Rio: That's the plan Rio: Might hang about, just to annoy you, like Buster: You ain't that special, babe Rio: Yeah right Rio: Don't need to tell me, remember Buster: Yeah you got told good and proper last night, like Buster: Unlucky Rio: Yeah that makes sense Rio: don't wanna share me 'cos he ain't bothered, ok Buster: It does when you're only got the one brain cell Buster: Pick better if you want coherent shade thrown at you Rio: Says you Rio: you're out here not picking at all, what do you know? Buster: Plenty Buster: More than you if last night's anything to go by as well Rio: You never seen a domestic? Rio: Not the end of the world, or mine, trust Buster: Says you Buster: Have fun being stranded in my ends Buster: He did you a favor there Rio: Its Chelsea not Chi town Rio: so dramatic Rio: maybe I will Buster: You love it Buster: Up on your socials cause there's no crying in the club Rio: No tears left to cry Rio: Only his Rio: I'm not arsed, McKenna Rio: past his sell by date Buster: Onto the next. I hear you Buster: You could've done better than James but like you said, not arsed Buster: Not a night to be picky like Rio: You've got no room to chat there Rio: but exactly, not like I'm planning on bae-ing him up Rio: Needs must, right? Buster: Yeah Buster: Buy your own bling, his taste is shit Rio: Sly dig? Buster: No, like he literally had his last girl dripping in fakes Rio: Even if it was designer that would be gross Buster: needs must Rio: No, if you can't afford it yourself, you shouldn't be rocking it Rio: Sad Buster: Don't need to tell me Buster: He's a sad case. His ex too Rio: Back at ya Rio: I've got eyes Rio: More depression than the 30s round here Buster: Just think, if you took my money you'd be miles away Rio: I don't like owing people Rio: Especially not you Buster: More fool you Buster: I'll leave you to the delights of this postcode then, shall I? Rio: Not going to even offer a tour, rude Buster: You ain't no tourist Rio: Yeah well, I'm bored Rio: oh my god Rio: did you give him my number?! Buster: Do you think I'm a fucking amateur Buster: Course not Buster: You might not wanna be in my debt but he'll be begging before day's end Rio: Surely I didn't, eurgh Rio: Either that or he's a hacker on the low Rio: Brilliant, why are all your friends so letchy Buster: Beats me Buster: Hang on, I'll have a word Rio: Well that will look suspect Buster: I've had to warn him Nance before now, not gonna bat an eyelid about me doing it for my cousin like Buster: Sorted Buster: You're welcome, babe Rio: Not a master of reading cues then Rio: That doesn't count as a favour Rio: trying to make it 2-0, I see you Rio: but thanks Buster: Fuck off that one's free Buster: No means no Rio: Encouraging to know you've got that bit down pat Buster: Nice to know you thought I didn't Rio: You're surprised? Rio: You know the vibes you put out Buster: I ain't never got with a girl who was any less than enthusiastic Rio: Only got your word on that Buster: Fuck you Buster: That's all you should need on that Buster: I dunno what kind of lads you hang with but that ain't me Rio: Don't be so touchy Rio: That's what bragging sounds like Rio: compensating for something Buster: Whatever Rio: Ugh Rio: Sensitive this morning Buster: You know where the door is, babe Rio: Barred 'til I got the funds Rio: but I'm going to get breakfast Buster: Splashing cash you ain't got? Buster: Nice one Rio: I got enough for a sandwich calm down Rio: at least my moneys my own Buster: Here we fucking go Buster: Wondered how long it'd take you Rio: Its true Rio: I work Buster: And I study. So what? Rio: So what, you're trying to buy me off with your rents money Rio: Get a clue Buster: I'm offering to help you with money we can afford to let you have Buster: Christ Rio: Ain't yours to offer Rio: or claim like you earnt it Buster: You want me to wake my mum and dad so they can do it? Buster: Fucking hell Rio: Exactly why I'm not taking it Buster: Forget I fucking said it Buster: Jesus Rio: You get really arsey when you get called out Rio: too used to your trust fund friends Buster: I get really pissed off when I try and help someone out and they throw it back in my face for no reason Buster: Like I said, forget it Rio: 'Cos you're used to buying everyone off Rio: Lame Rio: and I didn't ask for your help Buster: You don't have to. You're family Buster: But fuck you then Rio: Sell it how you like Buster: Chat what you like Rio: I will thanks Buster: Go for your life Buster: I got nothing to add Buster: You know where I am if you change your mind Rio: don't tell your parents, alright Rio: and you ain't seen me if mine ask Buster: I'm not a snitch Rio: not meant to be here, deffo not with him Rio: one problem solved, you're welcome, guy Buster: Like I said, they're not hearing it from me Rio: Cheers Buster: See you whenever then Rio: You said your parents aren't up? Buster: Not yet Buster: They didn't get back until after me last night Rio: Dirty stopouts Rio: I need a shower Rio: distract 'em if they get up? Buster: What's in it for me? Rio: I don't know Rio: What do you want? Buster: Not to have to talk to my parents Buster: You're gonna have to make it worth my while somehow Rio: Fine Rio: Work out the fine print later Rio: deal? Buster: Yeah Rio: I'm good for my word ask anybody but I ain't going back to whatshisface or hitting someone else up just to get clean like Buster: Come on then Rio: I am Rio: Gotta google maps this shit, I dunno where I am Buster: I take it back, you are a tourist Rio: Oh, like I've been here so much Rio: if you recall, had to make a quick getaway this morning Rio: I got you, 10 minutes or so Buster: Ready when you are Buster: Rents still sleeping sound Rio: That'll be my 🍀 Buster: Jinx yourself if you like Rio: Since when have you been Mr Caution? Buster: Since I'm putting myself out for you Buster: With no reward yet Rio: I'm thinking and walking, God Rio: and they're not THAT bad Buster: Says you Buster: What do you know about it? Rio: Its not like I haven't met them, Buster Buster: And? Buster: You said yourself you never come here Rio: Alright, why are they so bad then? Buster: Why do you wanna get into it? Buster: Not had enough drama like Rio: I don't know Rio: Seemed like you wanted to talk about it Buster: Well I don't Buster: Don't wanna chat to you as standard I'm not trying to get personal with it Rio: Whatever Rio: There's your favour sorted then Buster: Bullshit Buster: You're not getting off that easy Rio: Worth a shot Rio: You could be more helpful, this is worse than a secret santa Buster: Yeah I could Rio: Prick Rio: Don't blame me when you get something you don't want then Buster: I'm basically counting on it, no worries Rio: Masochist Rio: Why would you not want something worth it Buster: I'm waiting to see what you think I'll think is worth it Buster: It'll be hilarious Rio: Ugh Rio: now I'm not even going to try Buster: Thought you didn't have to try? Rio: That's different Buster: Course Buster: Not a cop out at all Rio: Well, you're not inspiring my generosity here Rio: have to wait and see Buster: Face it, Cavante, you don't know everything Rio: You think you're that unpredictable? Buster: Clearly 'cause you're that stumped Rio: Nu-uh! Rio: Gotta give me time to source it Rio: not throwing cash at you like someone would Buster: If you're thinking drugs don't bother Buster: I can get my own Rio: I'm not Rio: Degenerate Buster: Middle-aged mum Rio: Fuck off Buster: You're coming to me, I ain't coming to you Rio: For your shower Rio: not for you Buster: Still need my help though Rio: Nah, I can soap myself up Rio: Don't try and lord it over me now, we got a deal Buster: Don't have to try Rio: No you're not allowed Rio: check the fine print Buster: I ain't signed nothing, babe Rio: Oral contract Buster: Says you Rio: Fine then I'm free too Rio: Can't have it both ways, boy Buster: Whatever Buster: Bored now Rio: Can't blame me Rio: no round 2 for you this morning? Buster: I wouldn't be talking to you if I had anything better to do Rio: Doesn't really answer the question Rio: not with your taste Buster: You're one to talk Rio: What, he was hot Rio: you wanna talk middle aged mums forreal Buster: James ain't Rio: No but he doesn't count Rio: I had to Buster: You can't say shit to me then Rio: You trying to say you have to sleep with generic vanilla bitches? Buster: Unless you're offering to find me a girl who ain't Rio: Big ask Rio: See what I can do Buster: That gonna be your favor like? Buster: Good luck Rio: Tried dating outside of the W/SW postcodes? Rio: Or a black girl Rio: just not white Rio: Expand your horizons Buster: How many times are you gonna make me try in one convo? Rio: You gotta if you want to fuck someone half way decent Rio: not going to fling themselves at your feet like the basics, duh Buster: Never said I wanted to, that was all you getting invested Rio: Have fun with mediocre and less than then? Rio: Strange boy Buster: Cheers Rio: What's the matter? Rio: Scared you won't get nowhere when its not fish in a barrel? Rio: Interesting Buster: Not looking to put effort in where I don't need to Rio: You may as well stay at home with your hand if that's true Rio: what's less effort than that? Buster: Girls throwing themselves at me Buster: Doing all the work Rio: Clearly not all of it Rio: You wouldn't be so fucking moody if they were Buster: Moody? You're hilarious Rio: What else would you call it? You're not fucking prince charming, you know Buster: Why should I give you my best? Buster: I've told you before you ain't that special Buster: Take it in Rio: What about your sister, hmm Rio: WHO are you giving your best to? Rio: Not the basic bitches, clearly Rio: Think on Buster: What do you care? Buster: Nothing to do with you like Rio: I care about Nance, like Rio: Its family, like you said, don't need reason more than that Buster: How we are is between me and her Buster: She can come crying to you all she wants, don't make it about you Rio: I'm not making it about me, dipshit Buster: Stop trying to get in the middle then Rio: Sort it out then Rio: If you were doing a better job I wouldn't need to Buster: You're the only one who wants it sorted Buster: Me and Nance know where we stand Rio: Latter might be right but the former isn't Rio: She's not going to tell you herself 'cos you'll just be a twat about it Rio: but she does want things to be different, I know Buster: No, she wants me to be different Buster: Ain't happening Rio: You're planning to stay an annoying 17 year old forever, yeah? Rio: Cool Rio: She knows who you are, Buster, that's a cop-out Buster: She wants me to go back to being the kid I was Buster: No can do Rio: Alright Rio: You'll work it out Rio: I'm here Rio: Let me in Buster: On it Buster: Finally Rio: Not my fault you kept yabbering Rio: I only went wrong once Buster: It's your own fault you never shut up Buster: Be quiet now at least, yeah? Rio: Pot kettle Rio: Not gonna sing in the shower whilst sneaking am I Rio: Whaddya take me for Buster: I don't need to answer that Buster: You already know Rio: Fair, I don't need to be insulted further Buster: You don't wanna Buster: It might do you good Rio: If that'll cheer you up, feel free to go for it whilst I shower Rio: BRB Buster: CBA Buster: Sooner I stop chatting, sooner you will Rio: Done and done Rio: Like I was never here Buster: See you around then Rio: Toodles Buster: Let me know if you ever make it home Rio: Such a drama queen Rio: think my Ma would be on the blower if I never came back like Buster: Not to me Rio: No but assumedly you talk to your parents on occasion Rio: catch me on the evening news, hope they pick a decent photo Buster: You and your ex probably Buster: Assuming he snatched you Rio: Awkward when he comes back empty-handed Rio: left me in a ditch somewhere Buster: Wouldn't be the weirdest place anyone in our fam has woken up after a night out Rio: No less embarrassing than some kid in Chelsea's gaff Rio: I'll take it, Curtis will be freed when I turn up not dead, its chill Buster: You should've just come to ours Buster: Brought it on yourself Rio: I hope I do get murdered now Rio: just so you can be quoted as saying I was 'asking for it' Rio: yeah 'cos you'd have loved that, ruining your evening Buster: Not likely. The house is big enough you don't have to see me or I you Buster: You could've taken Nancy's room. Not like she's using it Rio: Well at the time he seemed a more tempting idea Rio: we've all made that mistake, yeah? Buster: Yeah Rio: Shit night all in all, eh? Buster: Reckon we've both had better Buster: You want some coffee or whatever before you go? Rio: Alright Rio: How dead are your rents, can I come down and get it or should I stay where I am Buster: I'll bring it Buster: Unless you want to sneak back out and we can go pick some up? Rio: Yeah, don't think I've ever had a cup of coffee made by you, might not be the day to risk it Rio: Hmm Rio: Do you think I'll fit into anything of Nancy's/is that really cheeky Rio: She's bloody tall Buster: Fuck off. The machine's epic. Loud though Buster: There's enough shit she's left here to choose from, bound to make something work Buster: I might have stuff girls have left here but I have no clue if it'd make a full outfit like Rio: I'll be sure to sample it another time I'm not playing fugitive then Rio: I doubt the lost and found in your room is gonna be much better than what I had on Rio: Gimme a sec, meet you outside Buster: Fair Buster: Take your time in that maze of a wardrobe like Rio: Has she got any clothes in Dubo like? Madness Buster: Even more I reckon Buster: I thought lesbian's weren't meant to give a shit Rio: Shame about size and different taste or I could be tapping that shit up Rio: She's lipstick, not butch Buster: Don't get me started on the make up in her bathroom. Christ Buster: I swear some girls get with me just to raid it Rio: I mean Rio: cheaper than MAC Rio: but you said it that time, not me Buster: Letting you know so you've got no excuses Buster: I've got a rep, can't be walking around with you looking a state Rio: Charming Rio: I'll do my best, lily-white foundation ain't gonna cut it though so you'll have to deal Buster: I'll do my best Rio: Don't worry, if anyone ask, you don't know me Rio: separate tables, the whole shebang Buster: Well yeah, if you're gonna hold up the place to get your cash I want no part in it Buster: Fucking up my chances of being a shit hot lawyer before I've started Rio: Heaven forfend Rio: Not even gonna fight my case when you finally pass the bar? Buster: Might do Buster: Family rates like Rio: I can't rob another Starbucks to pay you Rio: not logical Buster: We'll work something out Rio: Add it to the IOU pile Buster: Course Buster: You ready yet? Rio: Was you insisting on a full face of slap Rio: I don't usually bother but you asked Buster: Shouldn't bother on my account Buster: Not even gonna get a good view when you put your balaclava on Rio: I had to, just to be petty and keep you waiting, like Rio: at least my eyes will look killer Rio: red lip too obvious though? hmm Rio: decisions decisions Buster: You always look good Rio: What was that? An actual compliment? Rio: Who are you and what have you done with Buster McKenna? Buster: Shut up Buster: I'm just saying Rio: Lips zipped and glossed Buster: Come on then, I look well suss standing here Rio: Neighbours curtain twitching are they? Ha, wait 'til I come out then Rio: At least I've got respectable girl clothes on or we're busted before we even get there Buster: Just don't open your mouth and they'll never know you ain't that respectable girl like Rio: Oi! Rio: Accent or content shade? Either way, fucking cheek Buster: Your accent's nice. It's a shame bout the rest of you though, ain't it? Rio: I'm a delight and you know it Buster: Yeah course Rio: Right, lets go Buster: Finally

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