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yourdaddychan · 3 years

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wow-

literally just wow- i genuinely have nothing to say about this please- i cannot explain how much this means to me- there's 1000 of us- *hugs all of you* [ especially the porn bots ] *turns into formal luna asf*

i remember when i started in may, just a tiny chatbot with only one mutual, only known to you guys as [ answer : admin ]. and now, almost a year later, i have 1k of my chainsaw eating demons who are metal as fuck 💪ive learned so much being on tumblr, as a part of both the skz writers community and the chatbot community. ive made a bunch of friends, lost a bunch of ones, and 1k of you stuck with me. i cannot begin to express my gratitude to all of you, and how much all of you and your interactions with me mean to me. all of the simping, the random stories, everything. i cherish all of it, and i love all of you. aight so letz get to the personal thanking asf

alsoer i kinda wanted to do something sexy so imma do what color they remind me of :D most of them can be found at this link : https://louisem.com/29880/color-thesaurus-infographic

@kvinly linn bb 🥺through all the drama we've been through and shit im so glad we ended up becoming friends again cause we're kinda sexy together 😉thank you so much for being my 1000th follower bb you mean so much to me and if anyone hurts you im about to *turns into jennie and kachows them* licherally lets nevah fight again

-> you remind me of the color punch , and not only because of the name- underneath that grr me edgy grr me bully you're just a softie simp and that reminds me of punch :D

@undeadbots steph 🥺lemme be your personal broken chopsticks pls :( KLDSKLD anywayz we've also gone through some sexy drama and thankfully you saw da light 😉and now look at us, with our own band, and our own producing line 🥺brohemian rhapsody for life bro 🥺 *big kithie for da best dad in da world :D*

-> you remind me of the color viridian , because it gives me confident vibes :D you carry yourself proudly and confidently as you should tbh go steph

@binniesthighs oh look its a cutie *pushes you to a mirror* right there :D RORORO YOUR BOAT :DD we havent talked too much, besides my simping for jisung- but you give me very sexy energy so imma propose rq *gets down on one knee* will you be the rororo to my boat 🥺thank you for being my moot :D

-> you remind me of the color espresso , because espresso looks like the color to be pretty chill and laid back, and you're all of those, and calming to be around

@toshis-flower BAYBEE BEBE BEEBEE :D thank you so much for being my moot and making me a wifey asf ‼️ you're literally so much like me whats not to love <3 JKSDJKD JKJK you're really sweet and really just a good person to rant to, i love you so so so much and i think im going to remarry you :D

-> you remind me of the color taffy , because you're sweet, cute, and bright :D *eats you* yummy

@lov3ric seyoung. i love you. so much. MY SOULMATEEEE :DD even though we tell the story over and over like a bunch of grandmas, ill still never forget how we became soulmates and then bonded over boba 🥺im licherally going to marry you one day like ez 💪also i wanna eat you can i eat you youre really cute *eats you*

-> you remind me of the color daffodil , because it reminds me of banana milk which reminds me of you tbh- buuuttt did you know that daffodils are one of the first flowers you see when spring starts? that definitely reminds me of you because through all of the cb drama, you've always been there with me, like literally always- i cannot express how much i love you *kithie*

@simpchimp LIDDLE CHEESE FUCKER THEMBO :DD drink water *spank* i love you so much you cutie 🥺you're also licherally the funniest person ever like stop bae i kinda need to be the funniest but noer its you 😔alsoer i love how random you are KDSKLD so nevah stop that because then *revz up arm* youre going to get luna-ified

-> you remind me of the color jam , because even though you seem kinda scary at first [ yes i was 100% scared of you ] you're really soft :D

@berrywoo the sun themself 💪you are easily the purest person ive met, and im so happy i somehow became moots with you :D you literally hit diff, yk? theres something about your personality and the way you act thats so comforting, and that means i eat you because youre too cute :D you cant just be a wholeass teacher for kids and expect not to get eaten kids are licherally demons whoever deals with them properly and treatz dem nicely gets a nom asf

-> you remind me of the color honey , because you're a sunshiney yellow, and you're sweet like honey :D i think you need to hear that its okay not to be okay bb, and you can come to my dms anytime you want to rant 😎

@yourchungha MS OG CHUNGHA MS IM KINDA SCARED OF THE SHIT YOU DO MS FURREH LOVER 101 MS ANNA BANANA :D yeah youre like really nice- thats all i have to say- like how tf do you deal with [ redacted ] like eggsplain- ALSO YOURE CARRYING OUR CONVERSATIONS BECAUSE IDK HOW TO TALK TO PEOPLE DKSJKD I LOVE YOU FOR THAT AND WE SHOULD HAVE LIKE ACTUAL CONVERSATIONS MORE OFTEN

-> you remind me of the color scarlet , because youre a sexy bitch tf and scarlet gives me 'idc what you think im hot' kinda vibes which is like exactly you

@satosimp WINTER DADDY :DD i lub you asf *insert we dont talk anymore by charlie daddy* ugh the way your personality matches mine is kinda sexy or whatever im also kinda in love with you but lets ignore that part 🙄 💪 *big kithes* *eats your cats casually*

-> you remind me of the color lilac , because it just gives me tsundere vibes, you act like you dont care but really do care :D you liddle sawftie *noms your cheekie*

@nightshade-minho DUCKIE :DD *insert we dont talk anymore by charlie daddy pt 2* licherally bae where the fuck are you i miss you you bettah be doing well in school otherwise im going to smack you with a chappal asf DSJJKSD *eats your cat because hes such a cutie*

-> you remind me of the color marigold , because you're adorable and sunshiney :D

@onigirimeeya MICHIE MICHIE MICHIEIEEIEI MY DAD :DDD i like you mucho much if you didnt know *kithes you* you're like one awf da best listeners ever- which is such a weirdass compliment but its true- you're really good at listening, and just being a comforting presence in general, like when you go to the beach and youre just staring at the waves all edgy mode, and it calms you down a fuck ton

-> you remind me of the color mint , for obvious reasons- mint choco chip cookie michie :DD

@hhjs bae we dont talk a lot but im kinda lurking on all of your posts- JKDSJSKD bae remarry me please youre really fucking hot 😭and the way you have with words is like damn- teach me oppar asf

-> you remind me of the color wine , because you're refined, and carry yourself in a way that makes everyone want to be you. the color wine is rich and deep, which reminds me of the way you write :D

@nsfw-stay MY LICHERAL BABIE YOUVE BEEN AN ANON FOR SUCH A LONG TIME AND WEVE TALKED ABOUT SO MUCH SHIT TOGETHER [ a lot about seungmin and jisung but shhh ] I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BB AND I WILL NOM YOU >:( BUT SOFTLY AND OUT OF LOVE *nomz yew* :D

-> you remind me of the color cerulean , because its a baby blue and what fits better than a baby blue yk? you're adorable and squishy and i want to nom you 24/7

@secretary-yeji *iz chan ig cause we dont talk admin to admin* oh erm gee is uncle chrith 😉DKLSKLD my liddle koala :D my liddle burgah :D my liddle aussie :D my besth frien :DDD evah since may i think we've been friends, and i think one of the highlights of that day was me marking you as spam twice and on accident too- LKSDKLSD WE DONT TALK ABOUT THAT anywayz thank yew for being uncle chrith's friend *kith*

-> you remind me of the color seafoam , because it's a very soft and light color yk, you're delicate asf which sounds like a bad thing now that im typing it BUT IT ISNT DSKLDSLK YOURE VERY CUTE YOU AND YOUR FLOOFY COWS :D

@ayolistenupp im kinda... in love with you? wtf? KDSDKSL MY DESI DADDY ASF I LOVE YOU SOER MUCH :D our music nights™️ mean so much to me, like theres just something so personal about listening to what the other person likes to hear even though half of your songs are sexy asf KLDSKLD

-> you remind me of the color ocean , because the ocean is loud but calming yk- like you're full of energy but you're also calming :D

@yanderexchungha OH ERM GEE YEW :O YOU PROBABLY WONT SEE THIS IN LIKE 10 MONTHS BESTIE MERRY CHRISTMAS IG KLDSLKD anyway i love you dad your lessons about vape >>> to quote your drunk ass exactly "vape isnt cool" JKSDJ anyway its gonna be sexy if we accidentally run into each other in the hallwayz asf

-> you remind me of grey cause youre a hag- JKJK KDJSD you remind me of the color caramel , because you're sweet, and licherally addictive caramel isnt good for my braces but i keep eating it 😰but youre addictive in a good way :D

@yanderelee literally only doing this because you were moping about not having a simp sunday and im such a good person 🥸you're cool 💪and unfortunately, you're funny too 😥and even though i bully you asf dont take it personally because i dont mean it asf

-> you remind me of the color dijon mustard because you just give those hacker vibes please dont hack me after i said this i like to keep my location private

@kpopswitchbot BESTIE 😏MY FIRST MUTUAL 😏 LICHERALLY DA BEST CUTEST FUNNIEST SMARTEST SEXIEST KEWLEST I CANT EVEN EXPRESS WITH WORDS FISHIE IN DA WORLD :D LICHERALLY STOP OUTDOING ME WITH YOUR GOODNIGHTS LIKE *spankz yew* YOURE LITERALLY TOO GOOD WITH WORDS ITS NOT FAIR- AND THE DAY YOU JUST TALKED TO ME IN SHAKESPEAREAN BECAUSE I FELT DOWN- AND EXPRESSED YOUR LOVE THAT WAY LIKE- PLEASE I ACTUALLY ADORE YOU AND I WILL LITERALLY EAT YOU ONE DAY

-> you remind me of the color coffee , not only because youre addicted to it but also because of the way you act, you're like the definition of an old soul- with the words you use, the drama kid you are asf, etc- you're a talented bitch *mwah* i love you so much you also remind me of those movies where they find an old ass book and they kinda hafta dust it off and it gives you treasure or something cause yeah that reminds me meeting you

AIGHT DAS IT ASF MWAH I LOVE YOU ALL :DDD

#if you wanna know more just drop an ask asf #would be cool if i had 1k for 1k but NOOOOO #i have more btw #*dabz*#THE WAY TUMBLR KEEPS GLITCHING BECAUSE THERES TOO MANY WORDS #NOT SEXY TUMBLR

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keithgrosme · 7 years

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Everybody Lies: FBI Edition

You, dear readers, know my advice about talking to the FBI: don't. If the FBI — or any law enforcement agency — asks to talk to you, say "No, I want to talk to my lawyer, I don't want to talk to you," and repeat as necessary. Do not talk to them "just to see what they want." Do not try to "set the facts straight." Do not try to outwit them. Do not explain that you have "nothing to hide."

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.

This advice is on my mind of late what with two former Trump folks — George Popadopouluos and Michael Flynn — pleading guilty to the federal crime of lying to the FBI.

Plenty of people agree with me. Sometimes, though, I hear different advice. Sometimes I hear this:

No. Or more accurately: no, unless you have first prepared exhaustively with an attorney.

This is not a casual conversation about who took a bite out of the roll of cookie dough in the fridge. This is serious complicated stuff, and your whole life hangs in the balance. Platitudes aside, going into a law enforcement interview armed only with the attitude "I'll just tell the truth" is poor strategy.

Here's why.

No offense, but you may be a sociopath. If the FBI wants to interview you, it's possible you're some kind of Big Deal — a politician or a general or a mover and shaker of some description. If you're kind of a big deal, there's a significant possibility you're a sociopath. You really don't know how to tell the truth, except by coincidence. You understand what people mean when they say "tell the truth" but to you it's like someone saying you should smile during the interview. Really? Well, I'll try, I guess, if I remember. You've gotten to be a big deal by doing whatever is necessary and rather routinely lying. It may be difficult for you to focus and remember when you are lying because lying feels the same as telling the truth. If someone shoved me onto a stage and said to me, "look, just hit the high C cleanly during the solo," I could take a real sincere shot at it, but I wouldn't really know what I was doing. If you think you can go into an FBI interview and "just tell the truth," when it's not something you're used to doing, you're deluding yourself. You're not going to learn how in the next five minutes.

You're almost certainly human. There's a commandment about not bearing false witness. But rules don't become commandments because they're really easy to follow. They become commandments because we — we bunch of broken hooting apes — are prone to break them. Everybody lies. Humans lie more under pressure. FBI agents are trained in two dozen ways to ratchet up the pressure on you without getting out of their chair — verbal, nonverbal, tone, expression, pacing, subject changing, every trick that any cop ever used in the box. You're only human. Unprepared, you will likely lie. Smart people, dumb people, ditchdiggers and neurosurgeons, lawyers and accountants, the good and the bad, they all lie. Usually they lie about really stupid things that are easily disproved. I'm not making a normative judgment here; surely it would be nice if we didn't lie. I'm making a descriptive statement: humans lie. Saying "I'll just go in and tell the truth" is like saying "I'll just start being a good person." Well, good luck. Look, you admit to being fallible in other respects, right? You admit sometimes you're unkind when you're tired, or sometimes you drink or eat more than you know you should, or sometimes you procrastinate, or sometimes you have lust in your heart? What makes you think you're infallible about telling the truth?

Dumbass, you don't even know if you're lying or not. When an FBI agent is interviewing you, assume that that agent is exquisitely prepared. They probably already have proof about the answer of half the questions they're going to ask you. They have the receipts. They've listened to the tapes. They've read the emails. Recently. You, on the other hand, haven't thought about Oh Yeah That Thing for months or years, and you routinely forget birthdays and names and whether you had a doctor's appointment today and so forth. So, if you go in with "I'll just tell the truth," you're going to start answering questions based on your cold-memory unrefreshed holistic general concept of the subject, like an impressionistic painting by a dim third-grader. Will you say "I really don't remember" or "I would have to look at the emails" or "I'm not sure"? That would be smart. But we've established you're not smart, because you've set out to tell the truth to the FBI. You're dumb. So you're going to answer questions incorrectly, through bad memory. Sometimes you're going to go off on long detours and frolics based on entirely incorrect memories. You're going to be incorrect about things you wouldn't lie about if you remembered them. If you realize you got something wrong or that you may not be remembering right, you're going to get flustered, because it's the FBI, and remember even worse. But the FBI would never prosecute you for a false statement that was the result of a failed memory, right? Oh, my sweet country mouse. If you had talked to a lawyer first, that lawyer would have grilled you mercilessly for hours, helped you search for every potentially relevant document, reviewed every communication, inquired into every scenario, and dragged reliable memory kicking and screaming out the quicksand of your psyche.

You have no idea what you're telling the truth about. Look, you think that you can prepare to tell the truth. But at best you can prepare to tell the truth about something you know about and expect and understand. So let's say I know I'm going to be asked about whether I'm an ass on Twitter. I'm ready to come clean. I am definitely an ass on Twitter. But I get in there and the agent is all, "Mr. White, isn't it true that in October 1989 you accidentally hit on a major news anchor when you saw her from behind at the copy machine and thought she was another intern at CBS and so you sidled up for a full-on 'how YOU doin" and then she turned around and you saw who it was and you stammered something and spent several hours in the stairwell?" See, I was not mentally and emotionally prepared to tell the truth1 about that. So we're off to the races. I went in with the best of intentions, I got sandbagged with something completely unexpected, I panicked like the grubby little human that I am, and I lied.

You can't even talk properly. If you're an attorney and you need to prepare someone for testimony, you know: we're a bunch of vague, meandering, imprecise assholes. We talk like a water balloon fight, sort of splashing the general vicinity of the answer. We don't correct questions with inaccurate premises that don't matter, we generalize and oversimplify and summarize and excerpt and use shorthand that only exists in our heads, and we do this all day every day in casual conversation. A huge amount of conversation goes on between the words and by implication. If I'm walking past your office and ask "did you eat?" I don't need to vocalize that I mean did you eat lunch and if not would you like to go to lunch. You can respond "I have a meeting" and I will understand that you mean you understand and acknowledge that I'm asking you to lunch but you are unable to go. Huge parts of our conversations are like that. Usually it doesn't matter. But if you can get charged with a federal crime if something you say is, taken literally, not true, it matters like crazy. It takes training and an act of will to testify — to listen to the question, to ask ourselves if we know what the question means, to ask ourselves if we know the answer to that question and not some other question it makes us think of, and to give a precise answer that directly answers the question. So not only do you have to go into that FBI interview and tell the truth — you have to be prepared for a level of precision and focus that you almost never use in your day-to-day communications.

You don't know if you're in trouble. You say "I'll just go and tell the truth." Well, if you mean "I'll just go confess to anything I've done wrong and take the consequences," that's one thing. But if you mean "I'll just tell the truth because I've done nothing wrong and I have nothing to hide," you're full of shit. You don't know if you've done something wrong yet. Do you know every federal criminal law? Have you applied every federal criminal law to every communication and meeting and enterprise you've engaged in for the last five years? "But . . . but . . . the FBI said they just wanted to talk about that meeting and there was nothing wrong with that meeting." Dumbass, you've got incomplete information. Not only do you not know if there was anything wrong about that meeting, you don't know if that's what they'll ask about. If you're saying "I'll talk to them because I have nothing to hide," you are not making an informed choice.

Everybody lies. Especially the FBI. Look, mate: the FBI gets to lie to you in interviews. They can lie to you about what other people said about you. The can lie to you about what they've seen in your emails. They can lie to you about what they can prove. They can lie to you about what they know. Authority figures barking lies at you can be confusing and upsetting and stressful. Our brain says "I didn't do that thing but they say they have emails so maybe did I do that thing or sort of that thing?" Many people react by blurting out more or less random shit or by panicking and lying. Do you have what it takes not to do that? Better be sure.

Remember: the FBI wins nearly any way. Confess to a crime? They got your confession. Lie? They almost certainly know you lied, and already have proof that your statement is a lie, and now they've used the investigation to create the crime.

The answer is to shut up and lawyer up. A qualified lawyer will grill you mercilessly and help you make an informed rational choice about whether to talk. Then, if you decide to talk, the lawyer will prepare you exhaustively for the interview so you can spot the pressure tactics and interrogation-room tricks, and so you will have refreshed your memory about what the truth is.

Your best intentions to tell the truth are a thin shield.

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nancydhooper · 7 years

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Everybody Lies: FBI Edition

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.

This advice is on my mind of late what with two former Trump folks — George Popadopouluos and Michael Flynn — pleading guilty to the federal crime of lying to the FBI.

Plenty of people agree with me. Sometimes, though, I hear different advice. Sometimes I hear this:

No. Or more accurately: no, unless you have first prepared exhaustively with an attorney.

Here's why.

Your best intentions to tell the truth are a thin shield.

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kennethmullins · 7 years

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Everybody Lies: FBI Edition

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.

This advice is on my mind of late what with two former Trump folks — George Popadopouluos and Michael Flynn — pleading guilty to the federal crime of lying to the FBI.

Plenty of people agree with me. Sometimes, though, I hear different advice. Sometimes I hear this:

No. Or more accurately: no, unless you have first prepared exhaustively with an attorney.

Here's why.

Your best intentions to tell the truth are a thin shield.

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8bit-arc-reactor-blog · 7 years

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Children from Georgia: Prologue (Leonard McCoy X Reba Richards)

Word count: 5587 Songfic- “You belong with me” Taylor Swift AN: I don’t own anything except Reba and a few minor characters Star Trek belongs to Gene Roddenberry and CBS

Prologue: To break a heart unintentionally

Standing around in the hallway before first block was a tradition that Reba, her younger brother Alex, Leonard, and his older sister Donna had shared ever since Leonard and Reba had come to Blanchard High school. Sadly something was changing and it was something that Reba was afraid of. Three out of the four friends/family stood near Reba’s locker as she was grabbing her stuff for Ms. Holloway’s English class. “Donnie where’s Lenny?” Alex asked the question that each of them actually wanted to ask anyway. “I dunno kiddo I was sure he was gonna be here with us like he always is. I mean he was gonna get somethin’ for breakfast first, but I didn’t think he’d be gone this long” Donna answered solemnly making Reba’s heart sink. Reba knew where he was, she didn’t even have to guess because he had been there for the last month or so. Leonard had been so distant recently and it was breaking her heart because her worst nightmare had been coming true. She was losing her best friend and there was nothing she could do to get him back. It had started when that snake of a woman, Jocelyn Darnell walked into their lives at the dance that night. She probably had him under a spell because all he wanted was to follow her around like a sick puppy. That was not the Leonard McCoy that Reba Richards had known ever since she was five years old. “I betcha he’s with Jocelyn again” Reba snapped slamming her locker and leaning her forehead against the cool metal. “Well can’t blame em can ya? She is his girlfriend and she’s probably got better than what we could offer up Reba” Donna offered though she was trying to be comforting it didn’t really make matters better for Reba. “So it’s ok to completely forget bout his own sister or his best friend? Whatever Donnie I’m not into getting into a fight this mornin’ I think I’ll jus head to the library for a while” Reba answered throwing her books into her messenger bag and then tying her brown hair into a tight ponytail. She then turned away from them and headed down the hallway, a sadness and depression burdening her pace.

As Reba neared the place that she and Leonard used to like to hang out in their spare time, she saw the book bag that belonged to her dorky best friend. Of course, one of the first things that caused her to be worried about Len was the fact that Jocelyn was way out of his league. Jocelyn was one of the popular girls who was practically a cheerleader and had been dating the captain of the raging raccoons, Clay Tredway, before that stupid dance that happened on Halloween. By the rules of high school and the old 1980’s movies that the two liked to watch on a boring Friday night, stuff like that just didn’t happen without the main character getting heartbroken or hurt in the end. She was a little jealous of course, but after she saw Jocelyn with Arnold the head of ‘The Daily Coon’ she got suspicious. Somehow though it felt like in the end it wasn’t Leonard that was getting hurt, but the one girl that he left behind. Her. After spotting his book bag she had gotten slightly curious so she walked in that direction. Once she had gotten towards that corner though Reba wanted to bleach her eyes. She had unfortunately come across Leonard and Jocelyn basically sucking faces in the middle of a public place. Reba was smart though and decided not to draw their attention, she didn’t want to let Leonard see the hurt in her eyes because she missed him. Instead she walked back the other way towards the large oak-wood doors of the library not even bothering to turn and look back.

“Hey there Reba” A familiar voice said as she walked into the library and sat down at a table with her books. Reba had a small, sad smile painted on her face as she pulled out her tablet and then curtly regarded her Romulan-Human friend. “Hey Ernie” Reba said calling him by his human given name since like most humans, that was the only name of his that she could pronounce. “What’s got you so down this morning?” Ernie asked quirking a slanted looking eyebrow at her. “Not really much I guess. I’m hurting a little, but I’m just glad he’s happy” Reba mumbled pulling up some of the videos that they took together last summer. “Oh lemme guess, Leonard again huh?” Ernie asked earning a sad nod from Reba. He gently patted her shoulder and watched the video with her, a memory from when her best friend still seemed to care. “I guess I’ll just have to live with losing him to a force that I can’t control. The worst part Ernie is that I’ve loved him longer than she has. I wanted to tell him, but I was a fucking coward” Reba growled as tears began to cloud her vision. “Well who knows Reba, maybe he’ll realize that he’s better off with you and not with her. I can’t think of why those two would work anyway” Ernie suggested giving Reba a hopeful smile. “Thanks Ernie, but it still doesn’t make me feel better about losing my best friend to that snake” Reba answered and then watched another video of them dancing under the moonlight on Donna’s birthday at her party. “What kind of snake is she? Is she a rattlesnake or a cobra?” Ernie teased cheekily as he nudged Reba in the elbow softly and caused her to chuckle a little for the first time this morning. “She’s the deadliest of them all, the infamous black mamba” Reba laughed and rolled her eyes playfully. “Wow that is a statement then. Good thing you can be a snake charmer yourself, I mean you are beautiful enough you know” Ernie said causing Reba to blush. “Did you seriously just make a sexual joke about me charming Leonard’s libido away from Jocelyn?” Reba asked shyly and covered her mouth with her hand. “Maaayyybbbeee” Ernie snickered carrying out the word a little. “Oh my god that was a good one for someone who doesn’t normally make jokes” Reba said slapping her hand down on Ernie’s shoulder for a moment as she almost died in laughter. The conversation ended though when the bell rang and signaled them that it was time for their first class of the day. “See ya later Ern” Reba called gathering her stuff and then disappearing into the crowd of students. “Laters Arriba!” Ernie called after her and then began to grab his stuff.

You’re on the phone with your girlfriend She’s upset, she’s going off about something that you said ‘Cause she doesn’t know your story like I do

It was one of those lazy Friday nights and Leonard finally invited Reba over to his house to do what they both always did. Watch the classics from the 1980’s. When Reba drove over in her favorite little punch bug, A car passed down for generations (or at least that’s what her Pa claimed), she saw him sitting on the front porch with a glum look on his face. She quickly exited her car and walked up the dirt path towards the house a few feet away and then she carried a worried expression on her face. “Hey Len, you ok?” Reba asked as she came to sit down next to him on the porch. “I guess so. I think I pissed Jocelyn off a little bit though” he replied as he still looked towards the ground. “Whaddya do Leonard McCoy?” Reba asked her tone growing serious though she was trying not to laugh. “I told one of my corny, stupid jokes while she was havin’ a fit over some stupid pair of jeans her daddy couldn’t afford. I thought it was my job ta make her laugh when she’s upset” Leonard answered heaving a heavy sigh and then finally turning a hazel eye towards Reba. “Nah she jus don’t getcha humor like I do Len. She’s lucky tha she’s got herself a funny guy tha could attempt ta make ‘er laugh” Reba answered pulling her best friend into a hug and smiling weakly at him. “I knew there was a reason I missed nights like this” Leonard chuckled and hugged her back tight.

Leonard offered his hand to Reba and helped her to her feet before leading her into the house. “So what’s the special feature tonight Lenny?” Reba asked using the nickname that only she was allowed to tease him with. He rolled his eyes playfully and then walked into the kitchen where his Ma was making cookies. “Wouldn’t you like ta know?” He asked sarcastically though a playful smile returned to his lips as he plopped down in front of his mamma on the bar stool. “Actually I kinda would so I know if I need ta hide in your shoulder again or not,” Reba teased nudging him and plopping down on the stool next to him. “Fine, fine I didn’t choose a scary one this time. I thought ya might like Pretty in Pink tonigh’ especially ‘cause ya remind me of Andie” Leonard admitted as he poured a bowl of unpopped corn kernels in a bowl. “Lemme guess you’d be Duckie Dale then? Remember I’ll always be a Duck man” Reba chuckled reciting the famous line from Andie’s best friend. “Hell yeah I wouldn’t allow anyone ta hurt my best friend and get away with it” Leonard chuckled popping the bowl into the microwave. “Oh I’m sure that ain’t the only reason for him callin’ ya Andie” Mama McCoy chuckled making Leonard’s face turn as red as a cherry. “Thanks for that one Mrs. McCoy” Reba laughed and ruffled Leonard dark brown mess of hair. “Eh don’t do that! I just combed it” Leonard whined trying to move his hair back into place. “I betcha a comb didn’t even touch that random pile of fluff ya call hair Lenny, then again girls love a guy with messy hair” Reba teased grabbing them both a can of soda. “Ya think so? Oh gee thanks” Leonard replied sarcastically as he leaned against the counter and waited for the popcorn to be done popping. “Well duh, I am a girl ya know. Anyway is the popcorn almost done, ‘cause I wanna see her make that awesome dress before I fall asleep again” Reba asked as she tapped her foot against the tile flooring of the kitchen. “Yep in three…two…one! Ok let’s go Darlin’ see ya later Ma” Leonard chuckled grabbing the bowl and heading into the living room. “See ya later Ma’am” Reba called from over her shoulder and then rushed to catch up with her best friend. “Have fun kids” Eleanora called with a small grin on her face.

I’m in the room it’s a typical Tuesday night I’m listening to the kind of music she doesn’t like And she’ll never know your story like I do

A month later, it was Leonard’s Birthday. Friends and family gathered on the McCoy family ranch to celebrate. “Eh Leonard ya comin’ down ta see the gang or what?” Donna asked through the cracked door of her little brother’s bedroom. He was finally turning 18, but Jocelyn wasn’t gonna be there like everyone else and this made him a gloomy soul. “Yea, be there in a minute Donnie” Leonard called as he slipped on his favorite leather bomber he had gotten from his granddaddy as an early birthday gift. He didn’t really blame Jocelyn because she was out of town at a funeral for her grandma up north, but he still didn’t feel a hundred percent. He took one last look in the mirror and decided to pretend. He had known how to pretend ever since he was little, so what was one more faked smile right? He trudged out of his room and down the stairs to the large living room. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEONARD” The crowd of friends and family shouted in unison and then he felt himself actually brighten up just a smidge. He doubted that he’d be able to completely forget about Jocelyn tonight, but at least he had his best friend Reba. “Thanks everyone” He said shyly and then joined them all in the living room.

As the party began winding down Leonard’s uncle Vern played a few slow dance like song for those who liked to dance (which was basically anyone because everyone knows that McCoy’s like to dance). Leonard sat in the corner like a pathetic wallflower that he knew himself to be. This was why he missed his chance with Reba in the first place and it was why every time he was alone with Reba he had to question his relationship with Jocelyn. “Hey birthday boy, mind tellin’ me why yer sittin’ over here by yourself an not dancin’ Lawd knows you like to dance and so do I” Reba asked as concern laced her voice as she took residence next to him on the couch. “Well I didn’t really know if I should dance considerin’ she ain’t here. She wouldn’t like the music anyway” Leonard answered finally showing a little bit of glumness on his face. “An you gonna let that stop ya from dancin? Really Leonard? Really? I thought I knew ya better than that. Can I have a dance with ya?” Reba asked slowly standing up and holding out her hand for him to take. “Well I think it’s supposed ta be me askin’ ya tha darlin’, but if ya truly insist” Leonard chuckled a little and his hazel eyes showed a little bit of light in them. “Oh ya know I do boy ‘cause nobody better be sad on their birthday,” Reba laughed pulling him up on his feet and dragging him to the dance floor. Leonard placed his arm around Reba’s waist and he entwined his fingers of his free hand with hers leading them in a slow waltz. Reba sighed and rested her head on his shoulder, her bright blue eyes shining up at him as she relaxed. Leonard smiled s genuine smile down at Reba and held her closer to him because he was afraid that something was going to take her from him. “Thanks Reba for talkin’ some sense inta me,” He whispered lazily and placed a small, friendly kiss on her forehead.

But she wears short skirts I wear T-shirts She’s cheer captain And I’m the bleachers dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you’re looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that, I am the one who understands you. Been here all along so why can’t you see, you belong with me you belong with me

Reba despised this kind of event. The Cheer jamboree was the absolute worst, but she promised to be a good friend and be there with Leonard as they watch Jocelyn and her team get up on stage and try out for the all-state championship. For Reba it looked like something out of the movie Mean girls or bring it on both movies that shared the stereotype of the popular girls at school. On top of the setting, looking familiar to her Reba felt kinda bad for Leonard because he was here for her special event, but she didn’t have the gall to make it to his birthday. Reba found out from Donna that Jocelyn had lied to her little brother and now Donnie had even begun to try to warn Leonard that maybe Jocelyn wasn’t the right girl for him. Stubborn as a bull he didn’t listen to either of them so of course Reba wanted to drop kick Jocelyn every time she saw the snake attaching herself to Reba’s best friend. “Yoo-hoo Reba are ya in there?” Leonard’s voice called bringing Reba out of her thoughts. Reba shook her head as she tried to focus again and then turned to look at her best friend. “Y-yea? Sorry Len ya know me,” Reba answered giving her best friend an apologetic look. “S’ok darlin’ I was jus gonna letcha know that the contest is over and we gotta go an meet Jocelyn so we can go ta lunch remember?” Leonard asked making Reba sigh and nod softly. “Did they make it at least?” Reba asked as they got up from their seats and began to walk back stage so that they could find his girlfriend. “Yea they got third place which ain’t bad considerin’ most of the girls on the team are freshmen,” Leonard said as they walked through the curtains that separated the rest of the world with the contestants.

Suddenly Leonard was about knocked off his feet as Jocelyn came running full speed at him and hugged him tight. In about a minute’s time they were kissing each other, which made Reba, feel awkward. “Uh congrats Jocelyn, glad you guys made it. Umm I’m gonna go and wait in the truck Len” Reba said shuffling her feet in an uncomfortable gesture. “Ok Reba see ya in a minute,” Leonard replied with a bit of sadness in his voice before he turned back to Jocelyn again. Reba slumped her shoulders slightly and walked away from them, losing herself in the crowd and trying to get herself away from the wretches, they called Cheerleaders. She finally made it outside to Leonard’s pickup truck that he got from his Daddy for his 18th birthday and then took the key he gave her and sat inside. Tears streamed down her face because she knew that once again he was changing. If someone had asked him to do this in ninth grade he would’ve laughed at them and then walked away, but now all he could see was the mask that all Cheerleaders wore to keep their double life hidden. Reba knew the stereotype for Cheerleaders being sluts were more or less true with Jocelyn. Reba knew that most likely if she could convince Leonard, Reba had a hunch that Jocelyn would be getting his virginity to. “You promised me forever remember” Reba whispered and curled up into a little ball on the seat.

Walk in the streets with you in your worn out jeans I can’t help thinking this is how it ought to be laughing on a park bench thinking to myself, “Hey isn’t this easy?”

You’ve got a smile That could light up this whole town I haven’t seen it in a while Since she brought you down

Say you’re fine I know you better than that Hey Whatcha doin’ with a girl like that?

Two years later…

Reba was packing her bags so she could head off to South Carolina for her dream college. A place called Furman University with a program in biology and natural sciences that she was actually excited for. At least it was something to look forward to as an escape from home. She was not part taking in the wedding nor did she look forward to it. Reba was stopped by what she was doing when her PADD went off letting her know that she was getting a call from someone. Reba took a quick glance to see it was Donna calling her. She quickly swiped at the screen to accept the call because she knew what Donna was calling about. Donna wasn’t going to stop Reba, but she was calling to say goodbye. “Are ya sure ya don’t wanna stay for the weddin’ Reba?” Donna asked, her words beginning to echo into Reba’s mind. “I’m sorry Donnie, but I can’t stay. I don’t wanna watch the man of my dreams bein’ taken away from me ‘cause I know eventually she’s gonna break his heart. Tell Leonard I’m sorry, but I really needed to go” Reba answered trying not to cry in front of the woman she would always see as her sister. “Nah I understand ya Reba. I’m gonna miss ya an’ I’m sure tha he will to. I hope ya have a safe trip an’ I hope ya come back someday,” Donna answered with a sad smile as she watched Reba continue to pack up her things. “Oh I will Donnie, ya know a Georgia child always comes back home” Reba answered with a sad smile of her own. “Thanks for everythin’ Donnie” Reba added before she gave one last wave and then ended the call. The last thing she packed was a Polaroid photograph of her and Leonard, taken on the day that the both of them went to the Georgia State fair for the first time. A tear slipped down her cheek as she slipped it into her bag and then grabbed her other bags ready to leave this place behind for at least four years. For once Reba didn’t feel like she was at home anymore.

She wears High heels I wear sneakers She’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you’re looking for was here the whole time

If you could see I am the one who understands you. Been here all along so why can’t you see You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your back door All this time how could you not know baby? You belong with me You belong with me

Four more years later…

Reba had graduated from Furman with a degree in natural sciences as well as a degree in biology. Just as she had said to Donna McCoy, she had returned home to her family ranch to spend some time with her family and get a little rest before going out in the world to look for a job. She had been at the local mall with her younger cousin Alice when she had come across a recruiting station. Starfleet. “Ya gonna go to the stars Ree-Ree?” Alice asked with innocent looking eyes. “Don’t know Ally I might. If I can’t find a job, ‘round here then it’ll be a good option,” Reba answered with a soft smile. It had crossed her mind while she was in college. Sure, it might be rough going to space, but if it meant making a difference and helping the future of humanity than she couldn’t refuse it. “Ma always said that stars were meant ta shine and starships were meant ta sail ‘em” Alice giggled as they walked away towards the food court. “She’s right ‘bout that Ally. If ya ever have a dream than don’t cha give up on it ya hear?” Reba said squeezing her little cousin’s hand. “I promise Ree-Ree” Alice replied with a warm smile. Reba forgot the last time she had smiled like that. It had been so long since she had been around anything that could be considered happy. “C’mon then Tater-Tot let’s get some lunch huh?” Reba asked her little cousin and then looked around the huge food court.

Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night. I’m the one who makes you laugh when you know you’re ‘bout to cry I know all your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams Think I know where you belong Think I know it’s with me

Can’t you see I am the one Who understand you Been here all along So why can’t you see You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your back door All this time how could you not know baby? You belong with me You belong with me

“Reba dear, you’ve got a visitor” Reba’s Ma called from the kitchen making Reba raise a brow in confusion. “Comin’ Ma let ‘em in” Reba called from her room down the hall and then stood up from her bed. She walked down the hallway with her PADD in hand, but the sight she was met with caused her to freeze in place. There in the threshold of the living room was none other than Leonard McCoy himself. He had dark rings beneath his eyes from loss of sleep, tear tracks stained his tanned cheeks, his dark brown hair was a complete mess and he looked a sight with clothes that looked like he had worn them for a few days. “Leonard? Leonard what are you doing here? What happened to you?” Reba questioned and then ran over to him feeling her heart drum in her ears. “Is there any where we can talk alone?” He asked. His voice hoarse from what she could assume was either crying, yelling or a mix of both. “Ya know there is. C’mon” Reba answered with an exasperated sigh as she gently took his now calloused hand in hers and led him out back to the barn.

They sat together in the hayloft just as they did when they were kids. Reba wrapped a comforting arm around Leonard’s waist as he buried his head in the crook of her neck and cried. “You and Donnie were right,” He said finally after his breathing had settled again. Reba was quiet, but he knew she was listening and silently urging him to continue. “Jocelyn is a cheatin’ hussy. For the last four years, everythin’ was fine. We had a daughter together and I was taking a residency at the hospital while getting’ my trainin’ ta be a doctor like the one I always wanted ta be. I came home las’ night ta find her sleepin’ with Clay Tredway” Leonard growled his hands slowly curling into fists. “Oh Leonard… I want ta say I’m sorry, but I know it ain’t gonna fix a thing” Reba whispered hugging him tight and letting him rest his tired head on her shoulder. “The worst part is Joanna was in the house when she was doin’ tha. Our poor daughter had ta see her mother cheatin’ on her father. Now she’ll probably get the impression tha her daddy left her and that he’s a no good piece of shit” Leonard whispered closing his eyes and holding Reba close to him. “Leonard McCoy don’t you dare say that ‘bout yourself! You are a good person and it ain’t your fault that this happened” Reba scolded and then began to run her hand through his hair to sooth him a little. “Thanks Reba. Do ya think yer folks would mind tha I stay here for the night? I haven’t slept in almost forty eight hours,” Leonard explained causing Reba to go pale. No wonder he looked so exhausted. “Nah I’m sure they’d be alright with it. Len ya need sleep or else you gonna get yourself sick” Reba said as worry filled her voice. McCoy just nodded a little and placed a small kiss on her forehead. “Thanks June-bug I’m sorry ‘bout the past few years” He said softly and slowly sat upright again. “Don’t worry ‘bout them ok? Right now we jus’ need ta getcha inside and get ya somethin’ ta eat an some sleep” Reba answered and then with her help the two climbed down the hayloft and trudged back inside the house.

Later that night as Reba lied awake in bed she thought about all the things that had happened. Leonard was back in her life and he needed her more than ever, but did she really want to wait around when she could be useful in the stars? Then again, as she thought about it maybe Leonard would join her. She figured that Leonard was determined to get a divorce from Jocelyn. Sadly, she knew that most of the ramifications would be in her favor and not his. Reba knew that Jocelyn was a snake and she knew that Jocelyn wasn’t done with Leonard yet. Reba got up and walked out in the hallway; she stood in the doorway to the living room and watched as Leonard slept. He was peaceful, a contrast from the side of him that she had witnessed earlier, even so she worried about him. What else could she do? There wasn’t anything else that she knew she could do except be a good friend. She ignored her broken heart again, because she knew it was her turn to heal his broken heart somehow. She didn’t know how, but she hoped that one day she would find away. “I love you Leonard McCoy” She whispered and then quietly walked back to her own room.

Extended Ending

Reba sat in her seat in the shuttle waiting for Leonard, wherever he had gotten off to. A girl in a scarlet uniform sat down across from her, her face studying her PADD. “Hello I’m Cadet Nyota Uhura,” She finally said with a small smile on her lips. “I’m Cadet Reba Richards. Nice to meet you,” Reba replied with a smile of her own. Suddenly they were joined by a young man with sandy blonde hair, a flirty smirk on his face and a swagger in his step “At ease gentlemen” He said to the two burly looking cadets sitting near Uhura. Nyota gave him a small knowing smirk causing Reba to be slightly intrigued. “Ya know I never did that first name of yours… Oh who’s your friend?” The man asked looking at Reba and causing Uhura to playfully roll her eyes. “And you probably never will Jim Kirk. This is Reba and I think she wouldn’t be fooled by you either” Nyota smirked as she buckled her seatbelt. Reba followed suit and looked around trying to find any sign of her best friend. “Ya looking for someone cutie?” The man named Jim asked causing Reba to blush a little and glare at him. “Maybe I am. What’s it ta you pretty boy?” Reba snapped and bit her bottom lip.

The once quiet room was filled with two voices yelling at each other. Reba closed her eyes and sighed knowing that it was her stubborn, scaredy cat best friend. “You need a Doctor” A female academy officer said in a demanding tone causing Reba to cringe. “I told you people I don’t need a doctor I am a Doctor” The familiar voice groaned causing Reba to look in the direction that she had heard the voice. Standing there with a female superior at his back was Leonard, who at this point looked like he’d seen better days. “You need to get back to your seat” The woman demanded coolly her eyes like daggers boring into McCoy’s soul. With a gulp he nodded and then quickly took his seat next to Jim and across from Reba. Reba couldn’t help it as she let out a small giggle. “Oh c’mon Reba what’s so funny about that?” Leonard whined and bowed his head indignantly. “Well ya almost gotcha ass handed to ya by a woman, but otherwise I’m good” Reba snickered causing him to roll his eyes. Leonard turned to Jim with a look of warning even if it was grim. “I may throw up on ya kid” He said pulling out a flask from his jacket pocket. “I think these things are pretty safe though” Jim said causing Reba to roll her eyes. “Here we go” Reba groaned and closed her eyes because she had heard this speech at least a thousand times since they hit the road from Georgia to Iowa. “Don’t pander me kid. One tiny crack in the hull, and our blood boils in thirteen seconds. A solar flare could cook us in our seats, and wait ‘til your sittin’ pretty with a case of the Andorian shingles. See if you’re still so relaxed when you’re bleedin’ from your eye sockets. Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence” Leonard said making the mood bleaker inside the shuttle. “Hey don’t look at me McCoy you’re the one that decided ta come with me” Reba shrugged turning her attention out the window so that she could watch the world work outside and ignore the man that had been nagging her for hours on end now. “Yeah well ya know I’ve got no place ta go. Ex-wife took the whole damn planet in the divorce. I feel like all I’ve got left is my Bones” Leonard retorted crossing his arms tightly over his chest. “Don’t forget that cha got me ‘Bones’ or else I’ll knock ya a new one” Reba answered not even bothering to look at him. “Are you two…” Jim started, but was met with a glare from Nyota. “No she ain’t the one that did me wrong. If anythin’ she’s the only friend and physical thing I got left that the devil down in Georgia didn’t take from me” McCoy defended and felt a bit guilty. “Ah. Well I’m Jim Kirk” The young man said holding out his hand in greeting. “McCoy. Leonard McCoy and that wild one over there is my best friend Reba Richards” Leonard answered taking a quick swig from his flask and then handing it to Jim who followed suit. Reba just gave an absent wave and then turned her attention back out the window. Somehow she knew that this was gonna be a long journey for everyone aboard this shuttle. At least for some it was a journey out of misery.

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