“does he make you laugh?” “he doesn’t make me cry” is making me 🔫🔫🔫
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❝ i don’t know that it’s exactly like monopoly. ❞ that’s not how she remembers it, anyway, from the one economics class she took way back when — bright - eyed with a path of light unfurling right before her, all pinkness and soft edges, a caroline before this caroline, who has her legs crossed over ripping fabric and never got the name of whoever’s apartment she and lawless have claimed their own corner of. long way from home, sweetheart! she shivers against a sudden rush of air conditioning. ❝ maybe, though. thanks. ❞ new manicure reaches to take the joint and keep it clasped tight as she inhales, shifting her head side to side. ❝ you think people like us are the chosen ones, then? you dream big. ❞
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‘ YOU SEE, IT’S LIKE, THE CORPORATIONS AND SHIT. like big pharma will come in and just, like, violate human rights and shit, right? and it’s so bugged out, like, we should just be like — stop. but people are so content to be, like, go. like in fucking monopoly. and we’re the goddamn shoes, caroline. we’re the goddamn fucking shoes. ‘ alright, isn’t exactly a show - stopping monologue, but she punctuates it with a puff of smoke blasted into the air between them. her body settles back against the beat up couch, eyes floating shut with a low breath. ‘ you gotta learn to fight the system, caroline. you want a drag? ‘
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sweetheart divorcees in your area
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❝ jack. ❞ hushed into the afternoon stillness, the only sound spare his snoring to beat against the air. a little unfair of him, keeping her up with his drunken rambles and paws in the dark — not that she’ll ever complain, she’s far too fond of his sloppy attempts at nighttime affection to hold a grudge — only to sleep through the first instance of relevant news to disturb their dormancy in ages. across their bed caroline crawls, closer to the sheets he’s tangled up in. she slides beside him, movement slow as she assumes her familiar spot. ❝ jack, i gave you until three, wake up. ❞ opposite her he dozes on ; to ease him into the waking world, her palm carries over his bare shoulder, touch lingering with tenderness. ❝ please, honey? jack? ❞
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Sir that’s my emotional support manager/actress ship
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oh ok here’s this bitch’s deal. she’s jack’s ex-wife they were high school sweethearts got married after college. caroline said “i wanna be an actress” jack said “anything 4 u.” jack was her manager until caroline started getting mildly successful and jack experienced crippling male assholeness and got threatened by her ambition and what have you and abruptly asked for a divorce. caroline was heartbroken but pulled herself together bc fuck you jack! and that’s what you missed on the hell of it cinematic universe
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bad thing fine as hell thick as fuck oh my god that’s my baaaaby
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