something i love about choir is we only see each other once a week so we're allowed to be very unhinged and its kinda great cos i just get to be myself like today there was this bit that us ones were constantly messing up and our tutor was getting a bit annoyed so i look over to the twos and i just see my friend bella signing you suck be better at me then at the end we did hotseat and i got volunteered to do it and the kind of questions we get are wild lmao it was great and one of the questions i got was would you ever have kids and me and bella were talking about it afterwards and then frankie came and joined the conversation and was like what do yall have against having children and bells looked her dead in the eye and was like we're lesbians and frankie was like oh. so i was js like its ok we wont infect you. probably. so ofc we ended the night chasing her around trying to infect her with the gay which was fun but yeah i love my friends
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i'm about to scream i've come to milan for 2 days with a friend who has done fuck all to organise anything and tonight we didn't even make it to the duomo before she ate a pizza which she is not supposed to, so it made her sick and we've had to come back to the hotel and so it's 8 at night and i'm sat in the hotel bar NOT seeing milan and she's in bed
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baader-meinhof effect is so real my fave bookshop had FOUR copies of recollections of a bleeding heart today on this day to me. (and i missed out on all of them even though its only been an hour since they posted)
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wtf r cake bars why do they have one called "han solo sauce" wtf do u mean by that.... u cant just say that man
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wearing these boots was a bad idea
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got into it with this table full of white people at the bar a few minutes ago and my friends are training me to be more of a bitch, but truly THE ENTITLEMENT OF THESE PEOPLE to think a table at a bar (that we FREQUENT every other day) is RESERVED for them when they all leave for 15+ minutes. the audacity of this white man to condescendingly tell me that “there are five of us here but you can stay for now” while the bar is LITERALLY filled with nearly a hundred people and their group had been gone and not returned for 15 minutes. are you insane?? is your privilege really THAT grotesque?? have you never been in a bar before?? if you leave and literally no one is at your table, people TAKE the table. this is not a sit down restaurant. there was enough time between that me and my best friend didn’t even SEE them at the bar or even leaving the karaoke area so wherever they were, they had BEEN gone for a bit before we got there. ugh. white people behavior. wanna plant a flag in the fucking floor and tell me how much this belongs to you?? do you wanna fuck this table right in front of me?? do you really feel SO inconvenienced with the idea that something you perceived as YOURS, actually never was?? is that reality inconvenient to you??
oh whoops i ran out the tags giving a play by play recollection. damn. well, just know it was some extreme bullshit and white people make me uncomfortable and i have prejudice against them, sorry not sorry, i don’t feel bad about literally fearing you if you are white. my fear is experience based and like… disgust cause a lot of them don’t know how to act. the entitlement to SPACE, things that don’t even BELONG to anyone, is disgusting and so constant. needed to vent about this lmao, sorry i couldn’t finish it
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QUESTION
@predvestnik ↤ accepting :: HE’S A 10, BUT... ↩
‘ He isn't a ten. He's more like a bad, incomplete joke: seven, eight, nine. ’ Honestly, this was meant to target one Master Diluc, but can be about anyone—
DILUC the rag in his fist creaks. red eyes drop to it with an incredulity that peers further inward: down into the tight, discomfiting squirm of his chest.
oh. i’m going to be sensitive about this.
fantastic.
how mean. to be bullied like this, after a smooch?
after allowing him to feel vulnerable & stupid & delicious—
it’s certainly impossible to guess what has his cheeks grow ruddy all over again: the memory, or this shameless return to the norm.
perhaps it should be a blessing...
“ugh.”
at least it asks for no delicacy in return. it wouldn’t be rude not to feel. no weeping maiden stands in line to curse his lineage for an affront she should have expected, angled for. ( no. no, that’s him right now, isn’t it? holy sh- )
don’t have to feel anything about this.
( right. because that was ever an option. )
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.downloading something onto the puter and WHAT DO YOU MEAN 8 HOURS. DUDE. GIRL YOU'VE GOT TO BE FASTER THAN THIS. 8 HOURS??????
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