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𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 [ 🎼 ] + 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (𝟑-𝟓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒) 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂.

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OPEN STARTER. THIS IS VERY SERIOUS.

right now, a bus could crash into her and she wouldn’t even feel the impact. she’s tense, brow drawn into a scowl so superlative it’s straining the flesh of her cervical region. her hands are balled into fists, willfully ignorant of the pressure’s effect on her affar with a nail salon appointment in her bedroom at three in the morning. this is make or break and lightning bolts are already cracking through the façade of cool indifference. “ did you cry when mufasa died? “

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"THE LAST TIME I SAW YOU, YOU HURT ME" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for painful conversations, adjust as necessary

we didn't exactly part ways on a good note.

i'm still waiting for my apology. you know. the one you owe me?

i hated what you've done to me.

the guilt eats me up inside.

you put me in an awkward position.

i thought i told you i never wanted to see you again.

this isn't what i had in mind.

don't you have somewhere else to be?

i want you to leave me alone.

you haven't apologized for what you did.

i don't want to see you. i never want to see you.

i said it once and i'll say it again. leave me alone!

go away, and never come back here!

i can't forgive you.

you're just sorry you got caught.

if you're looking for forgiveness, you won't find it here.

you broke my heart. what part of that do you not understand?

how am i supposed to just look the other way?

i stuck my neck out for you, and this is the thanks i get?

you were never going to apologize.

can we speak of this another time? i'm busy.

i never want to see your face again.

you know what? lose my number.

get out of my face.

you're not welcome here anymore.

i should have apologized ages ago.

you missed your chance to apologize to me.

you had plenty of opportunities to say sorry.

you're not sorry for what you did.

can't you just leave me alone?

i'm here to apologize to you.

i'll do anything you ask of me.

you know i had no other choice.

go somewhere else. not here. you're not welcome here.

don't come any closer.

turn around and walk straight out the door.

i said get away from me.

i just need five minutes of your time.

i think i owe you a pretty substantial apology.

the last time i saw you... i hurt you. i didn't mean to hurt you, but i know i did.

could you give me a second chance to make it up to you?

i can still see the hurt on your face.

you didn't deserve the way i treated you.

i should have come to you sooner, i'll admit.

is there any way we can talk about what happened?

i never should have done what i did.

you have no idea the damage you caused.

i think it'd be best if we never spoke again.

delete my number.

what i did to you... is unforgiveable.

could you at least listen to me for five minutes?

i never meant to hurt you like this.

you didn't deserve the way i treated you.

you deserved better than that. i know that now.

what if we tried again?

maybe i don't deserve forgiveness after all.

i don't even want to hear it.

don't say another word.

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*sips chocolate milk in a really cool, mysterious way*

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my week has been incredibly chaotic but i will be here tomorrow evening! until then just know that this video of danie wade singing "in my own little corner" with a ukulele in overalls is pure cady (ignoring the fact that pure cady would cause the universe to explode)

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happy r.adio rebel day. this parallel is utter nonsense but also so real.

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happy valentine's! cady heron as decidedly unaesthetic tiktok screenshots bc i don't have the app but at this point social media is one big self-esteem-destroying melting pot

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janis is a very creative person, and cady very much appreciates that. long after the death of every star in the local supercluster, the tambour frames and mosaics of suburban rage that adorn her friend’s curriculum vitae will be studied by aliens, all of whom will award her with titles and eponymous festivals and a position somewhere in the section of alien government dedicated to not letting their teenagers mess up as much as earth’s did. janis is also a person whose ideas may result in the supercluster’s joint supernova being a short distance away. as short away, perhaps, as this rat hole is purported to be. cady’s nodding along with vigor, eyes screwed shut – nodding off, more like – until she hears the word please. oh, no, not audience participation.

“ um. “ she clasps her hands together, components taut enough to whiten her knuckles. “ janis, i love you, but i’m trying this thing where i, like, don’t do everything that people tell me to do without knowing that i won’t get publicly executed for doing it, so … “ here the hands separate into strange, vague choreography reminiscent of pippin and people who have forgotten whether or not their hands belong to them and her quizzical squint deepens into a frown. “ is that the charles e. cheesy thing my mom wanted to check out? because i can excuse e.coli-spreading pizza, but i draw the line at anatomically incorrect animal mascots. if it’s significant enough to chicago, we’ll find it in an encyclopaedia or an episode of the surreal home dives. “ as you can see, her authority on american pop culture is approaching intellectual tyranny. however, she is also trying this thing where she rejects blissful ignorance in favour of strengthening relationships. this thing is going to get her arrested in t-minus thirty minutes plus however long it takes for janis to court damian’s grandmother. “ but seriously, what is the rat hole? “

OPEN    ---    mutuals  only  please  ♡

ㅤ   ‛    DUDE    ...    HOW  DOES  THIS  SOUND?    ‛         a  pause  as  she  over  exaggerates  everything  with  her  hand  movements.         ‛    me  and  you  plus    ---    THE  RAT  HOLE!    ‛         and  before  the  other  can  protest,         ‛    it's  literally  in  chicago!   we're  like,   what?   thirty  minutes  from  it    ...    PLEASE.    ‛         she's  not  above  getting  on  her  knees  and  begging.

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OPEN STARTER. THIS IS VERY SERIOUS.

“ oh my god, where have you been hiding all year? “ congratulations, attic-cleaning companion, you have unlocked the privilege of observing cady’s eyes widen by a factor of five hundred, of hearing her vocal cords reach the hyperactive octave that translates to trouble to all sentient beings within a five hundred metre radius. “ look! it’s my ex-boyfriend kyle. “ it’s a monkey skull. she’s holding a monkey skull. it’s got large sockets and long canines and anyone with a hint of sanity would advise you to focus on getting the hell out of her house before she starts divulging his genealogy and dating history. “ i guess i’ll have to burn him at the stake or something now that i’ve got human dating options. you know, to get closure. “ she extends the skull to her presumably-currently-ex-friend, an earnest grin on her face. “ or you could have him, if you want to squeeze in some practice before valentine’s. i don’t think he’s ready for anything serious yet. “ now she looks sympathetic, tenderly stroking kyle’s yellowing forehead. said forehead caves in soon afterwards. “ aw, shit. “

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cady’s pretty sure she should be rewarding her knight in department store armour with agreement to whatever stream of counselor’s-office, self-affirmative adjectives is spewing out of his mouth, but sweat is streaming down her neck at an alarming rate and the stampede of squawking, trumpeting, roaring adolescents is a deafening one. she’ll paint one of her old girl scout pins after she gets home: america: the land of annoyingly placed air conditioning units. as they brave the hallway, her knees almost buckle beneath the shock of the arm around her shoulder, the barest indication that she isn’t some mutated blobfish brought in for autopsy. maybe she’ll get to paint one of her pins with high school: the land where humans like me after all. “ i meant running between all these classrooms. how are you supposed to find the time or energy to be attracted to each other when your locker is a hundred metres – three hundred twenty-eight point zero eight four feet, sorry – away from the laboratory, which by the way, is filled with people trying to drink dish soap from beakers? “ she asks, half-laughing at the incident’s absurdity, half-hyperventilating at the idea of attending a funeral before homecoming. and that was only second period. “ please don’t tell me joining a sports team is mandatory here. if being awesome is a full-time gig, i’ve already been fired, and i do not want to drag any of the star something-backs down with me – “

and so the soles of her shoes squeak against the linoleum and excise themselves from her feet, leaving her to smack against a wall face-first. well, it’s better than getting a bruising from one of the more enthusiastic characters in lettermans like that one movie about the dark side of public education. the godfather? the graduate? she’ll ask someone someday. as she recovers from the beating, she comes down with another bout of foot-in-mouth disease, frowning as she addresses ethan again. “ why are you so confident? “

❛ i don’t know how you do this every day… ❜

" What ? Being super cool &, like, seriously attractive ? Yeah, it's a grind, but hey, I'm used to it, " he says with a smirk, casually draping an arm around her shoulder as they weave through the chaos. It's almost like he's appointed himself as her personal meat shield, carving out a path through the sea of other students & serving as a barricade. " I mean, it's practically a full-time gig being this awesome. You get it, right ? Yeah, you totally do, " he chuckles, tone oozing playfulness.

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cady hasn’t missed homeschool in forever, for your information. she doesn’t miss being left to her own devices, of which there were next to none in the matter of gadgetry manufactured after the twentieth century. yes, she had fun making cairns out of broken abaci, but now she has real interests, like keeping up with music that makes her ears cry and going to malls that give her hypothermia. she doesn’t miss extirpating essays and dioramas obsessed with the past and ruining her chances at a normal future with friends and/or loyal followers. yes, she was too busy applying cuticle creams under her desk to pay attention to their analysis the tragedy of julius caesar, but she trusts that mentally homogenising those parties can only end in happiness. she doesn’t miss her parents picking her up. yes, she hates the bus because it’s always late and the driver always has to get out and argue with the owners of pets he almost runs over, but she barely talks to them over breakfast anymore, anyways.

maybe she misses gretchen treating her like a person instead of a sounding board. she can see the lecture hall now as they step out of school; squint a little and she can read the sans serif text tepidly projected onto a screen: why is gretchen wieners so desperate, so voluble, so courageous yet so compliant? are her mating instincts triggered by seeing memes about regina’s pole being thoroughly rocked? does her existence rely on a hamster wheel spun by noise? there’s a voice in her head going stop thinking that, she’s your friend and another going stop thinking that she’s your friend but cady knows that if she stops thinking she’ll have to start thinking about getting her test signed and getting her hair wet because the sky’s turned a deep, dark grey and gretchen must’ve talked herself vacant of saliva an hour ago.

@fetchkitty — ❛ is there anything else i can do for you? ❜ ( accepting. )

that’s better, gretch. use the somewhat pretty head beneath that secret-holding hair for something productive. “ well, i know we’re technically rivals now, but you’d never let that get between our friendship, right? i mean, it’d be totally awkward if you or karen had to dance with any of the nominees for king. “ the smile on her face is totally murdering her zygomaticus muscles. her nails are digging into the crumpled paper that is her calculus test, but her other hand is reaching for gretchen’s and she hopes that’s enough of a distraction. “ i was thinking we could update all of my social media accounts. wouldn’t want someone digging up my linkedin and deciding i care too much about the degradation of nairobi national park to be cool. ” she clears her throat before she can start citing the university of hawaiʻi. discussion for another time, with another time meaning when she’s lowered into her grave. “ for example. “

she attempts to retrieve her water bottle from her backpack, dislodging even more of kevin’s business cards. the wind sends them soaring to the quad, the bus stop, wherever the cady who cared too much about pollution went. “ when are you getting picked up? maybe we could spend some time at a restaurant or your house or whatever. “

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spell  out  your  url  using  characters  you  love  from  any  media.    then,   tag  as  many  people  as  there  are  letters  in  your  url    ( or  however  many  you'd  like! )    inspired  by  the  song  titles  dashboard  game.

I  -  iago,   othello T  -  trina,   falsettos R  -  rodion raskolnikov,   crime and punishment 0  -  zero,   holes A  -  audrey ii,   little shop of horrors R  -  rosalind,   as  you like it S  -  shauna shipman,   yellowjackets

tagged by :    @cautionartsy (who put me in a real corner with the number in my url but i deserved it </3)

tagging :  @duhmouse, @v4vile, @tohmkins, @apxprdator, @madefreak, @fetchkitty, @versawe, and you! especially if you're a part of the 1.5 people in the holes fandom!

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this is literally during the "your hair looks sexy pushed back" part of revenge party... when will women stop giving goo-goo eyes to their mortal enemies. not that i want them to stop but

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@shining-stxrs — flower, sender gives receiver a flower. ( accepting. )

cady’s breath catches in her throat for several reasons, none of which she could possibly illustrate without developing stage ten carpal tunnel syndrome and sprawling across the school hallway in such an acrobatic pose that coach carr would have the graduating class practice cpr on her. she’s hesitant to accept the flower, hand wrapping around the stem with the minimum required surface area to not drop the gift. she’s familiar with the flora of the savannah in terms of scientific names and pollination seasons and how often they’re peddled as miracle cures for congenital herpes simplex, but symbolism escapes her. her brow is furrowed as she’s more focused on figuring out whether or not regina’s given her a colourful dose of cyanide than being, you know, grateful. “ do you … want me to give this to aaron? my parents don’t trust me with heelys, i doubt they’ll let me take a joyride to a boy’s house, “ she whispers. the heely, after all, is a sacred american garment, and her lack of participation evokes memories of waking to cult recruitment commercials at three in the morning or incurring the catty wrath of the concerningly young-looking employees at claire's.  “ or am i supposed to give this to rachel? seems kind of excessive to give her an asthma attack for whatever she did. “

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@unicornstm — ❛ are you okay? are you hurt? ❜ ( accepting. )

see, martha wouldn’t make fun of her, and cady can’t decide if that makes the series of questions painful or sweet. “ no, it’s, um – “ she gestures vaguely to her face. terrible move, considering her sandwich is bleeding mayonnaise and her foundation is already infinite shades lighter. “ am i that bad at makeup? or are you talking about this scar? because i got that one from trying to pet a honey badger when i was, like, seven, and i am currently several years older than seven. in case you didn’t know. “