i keep being like "can't believe these people are friends they don't even like each other" but like i have to admit it makes all the sense
1. rich kids of politicians/influential people, "the golden youth", from what i know usually sticks together basically because they're growing up in the same circle anyway, they know all the same people, go to all the same places, all know each other etc
2. queer people tend to flock as well (at least it seems to be a widely agreed upon fact? i mean from personal experience, my queer friends group aside, in uni we were friends with the only other queer guy there even before i started to like him, at work i also found most of the queer people and stuck with them, even tho, again, some of them were not that likeable to me, but that's just personal experience) it's like, if you're queer, sticking with queer people you don't like that much is still better than sticking with cishet people you don't like that much, if this is making sense
3. they're in the same university, they have the same classes
combining the first two factors with the third one, they just have to stick together, because they don't necessarily have anyone else to stick to and they need somebody, at least until they graduate. it doesn't matter that your friends are shitty assholes who aren't even really your friends, cause at least you have somebody by your side and you know exactly who that is
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Interviewed for a school bus driver job earlier this week and it was the most casual/streamlined interview I have ever experienced??
My overprepared ass showed up in a nice button-up with 2 copies of my 3 page resume and the guy who interviewed me (who was wearing basketball shorts and a shirt with mickey mouse on it) handed me the CDL study guides and had me fill out the background check forms before asking me a single question
Oh AND they gave me a piece of cake. Wild
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"you're not gonna jump, are you? i don't think i'm qualified to give ledge talks."
bittie looked up over her shoulder. "nah, i'm not gonna jump," she said, turning back to face the city.
she heard more than saw as pierce moved to sit next to her, legs dangling over the edge if the helipad. they were quiet before he spoke again. "was wondering when this was gonna hit you," he said plainly.
she shrugged. "we had shit to do," she replied.
"didn't help that shaundi was fuckin' hysterical."
"that's sexist."
"man, you know what i mean." he shook his head. "she didn't take it well. i can't believe you held it together."
she turned to look at him, frowning. "what, did you expect me to just fall apart?"
"no. but i expected you to do something. he was your best friend."
bittie looked at him a moment longer, then turned to face steelport again. "we had shit to do," she said again, as if that explained it all. "loren needed to be dead."
"yeah, and after?"
"you saw what pryor did. i couldn't let him get away with that shit."
"boss." pierce waited until bittie turned to look at him. "everyone has to grieve."
she rolled her eyes. "i dunno if you noticed, but that's not really what we do around here."
"you think i didn't pour one out for johnny?" he tched softly. "shit, boss. you knew him for how long? and you think you can just ignore it? that's how you end up like shaundi."
bittie frowned. "finally getting off her ass to do her fucking job?"
"angry at the world." he turned out again, hands folded together loosely between his legs. "we're bangers, boss. we lose people. it comes with the territory."
she was quiet for a beat. "i wasn't supposed to lose him," she said finally, voice softer than before.
"i know. we all thought he was invincible."
"because he was." she shook her head. "i've seen him shot, stabbed, gutted, beaten. he could take anything."
"i know."
"he wasn't supposed to die."
"i know, boss."
bittie didn't want to cry. she'd worked so, so fucking hard to get where she was, and she didn't get there by breaking down. she swallowed hard, forcing her way last the rock in her throat. "he was my only friend, pierce."
"well, then what the fuck am i?"
she looked at him, brow furrowed. "huh?"
"boss, you're my best friend." he looked halfway between confused and... almost insulted. "shaundi, too."
well. at least he'd confused her beyond her sadness. "but... we don't..."
"what, just because we don't get our nails done and have fuckin' sleepovers, we aren't friends?"
"i di--"
"shit, this is why i'm not friends with women, they don't--"
"pierce!" he stopped, looking up at her. she took a breath, then let it out, somewhat shaky. "...thank you."
"for what?"
"i dunno." she shrugged one shoulder. "checking on me. being here."
"...yeah, sure thing, boss." a beat. "you gonna start crying now?"
she sniffed. "yeah, probably. you gonna leave?"
"nah. i can deal."
"cool." she leaned until their shoulders touched, took a breath, and stopped holding it in.
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It's really fascinating how so many (predominantly white cishet) men will say they are really into history when they're only interested in WW2 or maybe the Roman empire or vikings. Like fifth grade level history and only wars. They're not like, reading about aristocratic culture at pre-Revolution Versailles, or the development of musical instruments in ancient Persia, or the disappearing religions of indigenous groups.
Because these guys aren't actually interested in history as a means to understand people from the past and how cultures mix and how we ended up here, they're just using history as a fantasy world. They long for a time and place where they wouldn't have been a loser and instead they would have been a war hero fighting for glory. They're so drunk on toxic masculinity and short of finding some Fight Club to join, their only outlets for these feelings are video games and history. And society treats video games as a Loser Hobby, but we treat history as a Smart Person Hobby, so they call themselves history buffs instead. Despite using it for essentially the same purpose they use video games — to imagine they live in some other place where they get the respect and self-righteousness they think they deserve.
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