#woooaaahhhh damn!!
Text
Violets and Chicories - Chapter Ten
"Mordecai!"
Rigby's voice briefly bounced off of the walls at the side of the gymnasium that he had just left, the metal push doors clanging shut. They were left in partial silence. The music from inside was still quietly booming, their footsteps were slapping against the concrete, and Rigby's breaths were heavy in the quiet air. Unusual for the region's typical weather, it hadn't snowed that winter. It was cold enough, that was for damn sure, but the lack of rain only brought their town icy air, stole-cold dirt, and trees so frozen that their limbs looked like they could snap off at the gentlest of breezes.
"Mordecai! Wait up, would you?"
He was walking up ahead, still burning from their... discussion at the dance. The flames of their argument were still crackling, though not quite as brightly as a minute ago. That is, if you could even call what they had an argument. The frozen, winter air served to cool him off, but would quickly turn frigid. Removing himself from the scene served to keep him at bay, but he wasn't sure what he might say if he saw either Margaret and Twilight again that night, or even the next few days for that matter. He couldn't keep the whirling questions in his head from spinning, morphing into new and cycling back to the old. Theories on Margaret and Twilight's history buzzed in his ears like mosquitos: relentless in flight, dodging his fruitless mental-swatting, and annoying as hell. But no length of pondering could bring him the whole and true answers that he so desired.
Seeing Rigby sidle up to him from his peripherals drew a quiet sigh from him. He didn't want to snap at his best friend, afraid that he would attempt to console him in some way that he didn't really want or need at the current moment. He was in no way angry at him, of course, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to talk about it. Well, he did, but he just needed a few minutes.
"Want a soda?" His friend asked, and he glanced down in mild surprise to find that Rigby had managed to stuff a couple of cans into the pockets of his dress pants. Sure, men's pants already came with more pocket room than women's because... definitely misogynist reasons, but these were dress pants they were talking about here.
With a snort, Mordecai plucked a can from his hand, cracking it open with a pop that sounded miles happier than he felt. Knocking their colas together in cheers, they both took a long, refreshing sip.
"Thanks," he muttered, and Rigby nodded sagely.
"Sure thing. I would've snagged some more chips, but I didn't have enough room in my shirt."
"More?" The blue jay inquired, and the raccoon turned around while backwards-walking to reveal the lopsided shape bulging from underneath his button-up, his trademark grin glinting in the light of the curved parking lot streetlamps as he looked back.
"Dude, you're a freaking genius. You know that?"
"Yup. So do you want Cheetos or Doritos?"
"Do you have cool ranch?"
Unbuttoning the front of his shirt while leaving it tucked in seemed to be Rigby's preferred method of storing various bulky items in his clothing, and after a couple seconds of rustling and shuffling behind his back, he retrieved one of those small bags of chips that parents buy in bulk to bring to their kid's soccer games. He wasn't nearly in the mood for a celebratory WOOOAAAHHHH, but this certainly helped.
. +*
MordeTwi content that I will not be apologizing for.
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
she said it just feels inhumane to lose this muchhhhh
cause when you leave you know you take more than your loooooooove
the seasons of cicada days we cant make up
and i lnow it just feels inhumant to lose this muchhhh woooaaahhhh
LET ALL MY RED FLAGS FADE TO WHITE YEA I GIVE UP
DONT LET ME LEAVE ILL ONLY TAKE MORE THAN I GAVE OKAY ILL PACK MY STUFF
HERE AT THE END OF DAYS
MY GOD
WHAT HAVE I
DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE
CHRIST NOW IT FEELS DAMN INHUMANE
to get all ive dreamed of
woooooooaaaaaahhhhh
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
I’m sorry to say this, Amon, but you got lucky. Essie is waayy out of your league.
My shoulder is killliinnnggg me so I’ma take a break and reevaluate my progress on this later but woah. Woooaaahhhh she’s so pretty... Damn if it ain’t the Charisma it’s the LOOK. What a beautiful girl I’ve made. 100/10 prettiest character design I’ve ever done and I Love Her. She’s gr8. Love my child.
1 note
·
View note
Text
La chronicles... It's a trap part two. Last night and this am
*car pulls up in drive*
Lyft driver: here you go granny.
Me: I really hate you.
Lyft driver: I’ll remember the fuzzy slippers.
Can hear the man laughing as he pulls off.
*walks in house and tossed my bags down*
L: Hey babygirrrrrrrrrrlllllllllllllllllllll woooaaahhhh… um….. rough day?
Me: *glares* shut it.
L: guess this means you don’t want to go out to eat.
Me: *cuts a mean sideeye*
*hear foots steps*
A and X come around the corner.
A: hi baby how was your daaaaaa. Oh my god.
L in the background making frantic cutting motions.
X just stares….
X: so this means nooo Japanese steakhouse or no?
A elbows him.
Me: I hate everything.
*hears whispering*
X: I’m taking bets now. Green mask to complete the look
A and L : *snickering*
Me: assholes. *walks off flipping everybody off.* i hope you choke on your sushi
(They did bring me home dinner)
Fast forward to this morning……
L peeks in: baby girl, lyfts here.
Me: fine thanks! *gives him a kiss on the cheek*
*walks to side entry, go to grab my bag and…. see a big ass pink fluffy robe*
Me: I hate all of you. I take my damn kiss back!!!! I hope you all forget all your lines and trip over cords.
The guys are damn near passing out laughing.
*throws open door*
Lyft driver standing there waving pink fuzzy slippers.
Me: all of you, going to hell.
Everyone rolling.
Me: *gets in the car* I’m getting new friends.
……….
On a bright note my hair looks big, huge, and all bombshellish. And took less than 15 minutes lol.
9 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
