#but I wanna answer you on one medium or another before I'm stuck in moving limbo for the foreseeable future

[pepsiwriteswords]

Hihihi! Took me more than a week, I'm sorryyy, but I'm here with prompt(s)!

For Disconnected, cause I'm writing and rereading old letters and I now have Anaya brainrot. 👍 And I actually realize I have no clue how to write prompts so… Umm… Hope this is something..?

How would Anaya feel about AIs like Cortana or Ciri? And/or if there are true commercial AIs in her world, how would she treat them?

Also, a more open ended prompt if it's better

Highway feelings for any character

Alright, diving back to letter writing!

<3

Mara!! Time is fake, it's all good. Also it took me like, a week to actually work on answering this (& I still haven't even started my letter back to you >.>) & it sat in my drafts for like, 2 more still incomplete, so I cannot throw stones, here. xP Mostly I'm just amused that I got your letters & this ask on the same day. xD

(For the record, though, I fully intend to work on my letter to you soon - I am just Tired Always & also we're moving so. Might be a minute!)

(idk how to write prompts either. mad respect for the people behind all those prompt accounts bc omg.)

Ooh, the cyborg android daughter!! Also the fact that I have apparently talked enough about any of my characters for anyone other than myself to have character-specific brainrot is just. Thank you. :)

Now, android daughter & AI!

Hmm. I honestly have no idea & that might partially be bc I don't have an iphone to ask Siri a couple questions to see how she responds & I don't use & have never used Cortana/Bixby/the Google assistant on any phone or computer I've ever owned.

No, wait, I guess I have one thing: I think she'd mostly be confused by them? Not necessarily their purpose or anything like that, but by the fact that like. Humans made an AI that could answer questions & like. Use google for them, then just. Stopped there. Like, in a world where Anaya exists & might not be that unique a creation, the existence of AIs that are still programmed to have like, 3 ways of responding to a question would be ... baffling to her, I think. Like, you ask Siri a question, you get 'sorry, I don't understand, please try again', 'here is every article google brings up when you search that' & sometimes she just tells you. Yeah, she has a couple somewhat snarky or sassy answers for like, zero divided by zero or whatever, but when you ask her those questions, it's always the same answer, word for word. Anaya would just be wondering what the point of that is, when clearly humans have figured out the answer to real, actual, can-identify-themselves-in-a-mirror AI coding/programming/whatever the appropriate word is there. Of course, she'd still be polite when she talked to them. Manners, after all. & there'd probably still be some sort of like. Feeling of kinship there.

Kind of a bonus answer: This question has made me realize that Disconnected & Distant Light could actually take place at the same time (& possibly at least one shared location -- there is nothing in my worldbuilding so far that states Anaya & co are on Earth...) & there's an AI character in Distant Light. And I think Anaya & Test would get along fantastically. (I really don't know that much about Test, & honestly, brain has not been on enough to work out how Anaya being an android might change her character. >.> It's just. Vibes. Snarky AI who has been very not-sheltered meets a snarky-but-fairly-naive android who's been both incredibly sheltered & like. Y'know. Subject to Gideon's terrible-awful-rich-mad-scientist energy for ... idk how long yet. Also just. Anaya, chose her name, covering herself in she/her pronoun pins & bi pride stuff & Test_0374, let the human that built it choose its name, knows about human sexualities & Gender Stuff but has no interest in partaking itself, has stuck with it/its pronouns the whole time it's been active ... Just. I forsee some great interactions. xP

And okay! I give! The universe doesn't want me to write right now! Once I actually thought about that second prompt for a minute, my brain was like, 'yes, I can vibe with that' & gave me ideas for like. The Black Witch & Styx. Can I put any of those into actual words, though? Nope! Quinn & Blair were gonna have a conversation about magic & the shitty things that happened to them when they were kids & their separation. And Victor was gonna meet Styx & text Natacha & it was maybe gonna be like, the beginning of that story but.

-_- I miss writing. But I also want to stop holding this hostage in my drafts so. Um.

I'm gonna tuck that highway feelings in a mental back pocket & maybe start trying to work on Styx & TBW, though.

[byulsgrease]

duly noted

you've never been one to obsess about your soulmate, assuming you'll figure it out when the time is right. but seriously, what kind of nonsense has yours been writing about recently?

(eventual moonbyul / wheein x gender neutral reader, soulmate!au, trainee/idol!au, ~1.2k words)

a/n: wheein bias wrecker anon! I might've had too much fun with your req and so this is gonna be my first soulmate au 🤠 while byul and wheein don't actually appear in this part (does that make this a prologue? idk), I promise they'll make their appearance soon enough :)

cw: struggles of being a trainee (weight + food talk)

The claps from your dance instructor ring out in the mirrored studio, calling everyone to attention before they send you off for the day. Everyone stands around listening to whatever niceties they're talking about, asking the rhetorical questions of whether all of you want this, how everyone needs to work harder, etc. How many years has it been now, almost three? Evaluations went pretty well recently and you've certainly demonstrated signs of growth since you started, but debut? Who knows. Does anyone, really?

But right now it's late and you're hungry, hoping that your growling stomach isn't loud enough to pierce through the lecture. You're respectfully tuned out anyway, since it's all old news. Nothing you haven't heard before. They clap again once their spiel ends and everyone disperses. Your eyes catch Hyejin's on your way out of the studio, sharing a funny face and an eyeroll before disappearing into the herd of trainees shuffling to the lockers.

Your locker opens with a routine spin of the dial, taking care to slow down and line up the numbers properly so you're not stuck having to do it over again. The inside's pretty cute for a metallic rectangle— it's really the only space of your own besides your notebook. Pictures of your family, old school friends, and fellow trainee friends line the sides beneath a tiny string of battery-powered fairy lights. It's not much, but always a humbling reminder of why you're here.

Unzipping your bag, you take out a pair of slides and drop them on the floor while stepping out of your sneakers. There's not much else in your bag, just a change of clothes and your notebook, of course. Everyone has one. Anything inside could be drawn, written, scribbled, painted. It’s your personal creative space and no one else's, but with two conditions:

You can't write your name in it, not even your initials. Of course everyone tried to as kids against their parents commands, but letters simply sink into the page, disappearing as if they'd never been written at all.

You can only mark up one side. Pages on the right side are for you, and the left side pages fill themselves. Fill themselves with what? you asked your parents. They gave you a non-answer, saying you'd figure it out someday. Great. Only other thing they bothered to tell you was that your right-hand pages were someone's left-hand ones. So someone can see what I put here? Their confirmation sounded rather casual, which you found weird. Someone out there was watching what you put in? But you got used to it, especially since every person owns one. It's a novelty for children anyway. Mark up a page however you want, knowing that someone out in the would will see, and sit back to watch whatever randomness shows up on the left side.

Your left side pages were actually empty for quite a while, save for the occasional "UGGHHH" followed by a typical childish annoyance scrawled messily across the entirety of the page in marker. Not that notebook use was mandatory, but parents usually encouraged it because it kept their kids occupied. There wasn't much you could do about empty pages, nor did you care most of the time, but it did leave you a little jealous of other kids at school who'd sometimes open theirs and be greeted with cute watercolor paintings, mini murals, or skillfully written poetry.

For you, the notebook's served many uses. As a kid it was random doodles and poorly-drawn fantasy scenarios— escapism, perhaps. In middle school it was angsty poems and random journal entries about the random happenings of your life. For the first half of high school it became your to-do list, keeping track of school assignments. And on the rarest occasion, song lyrics. Visual art was never your medium of choice, music came more easily. But drawing staff lines for music notation in the notebook usually ended up being too tedious, so your original stuff was mostly relegated to voice memos on your phone. And now? Who knows. Trainee life may as well be a blur. Sing, dance, talk, eat if you can afford to, sleep, repeat. It's hard to find the energy to write anything most days. Whenever you feel like checking, the left side has random jottings, nearly illegible most of the time.

It wasn't until you got older that you realized that whoever read your entries on the was the same person generating content on the left. And supposedly the person you're supposed to be with for the rest of time? What kind of system is that? I'm just supposed to trust blindly? having asked your parents in exasperation after figuring it out. Again with more non-answers— it had worked for them, didn't it? There's also the obvious question of why people don't just write directly to each other, but whatever. You're still young, no need to obsess over "the one" unlike some of your classmates. If it's meant to be, it'll happen, you figure. And it obviously is, you've got a notebook with (semi-)filled left side pages. What more could you ask for?

The cacophony of clanging lockers opening and closing starts to die down as people leave. Hyejin's head pops out from behind the locker door, laughing in your face when you flinch.

"Ready to go?"

"Yeah, one sec. Man, I'm starving,” you remark while slipping the bag straps on your back and closing the locker door. You don't even want to know how strapped for cash you are, probably in for another night of boiled eggs and canned kimchi.

“Wanna go out for food?” she immediately asks, eyes alight at the prospect of getting to eat something besides convenience store food.

"I wish. Actually, you wish," you smirk with longing in your eyes. The "no" doesn't even have to be said, weigh-ins are way too soon to risk it. She hangs her head, jokingly dejected as you swing an arm around her shoulder to walk out of the company building together.

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After scrounging up whatever food you call dinner, taking a shower, and flopping into bed, you open up your notebook and grab the random pen laying on your dresser, unsure of what you'll write about tonight. There's chicken scratch on the left page already, ballpoint pen. It's actually legible today, though: In my room every day I see your smile.

What the hell does that mean? Whose smile, yours? You haven't even met yet.

Call me everyday every night, hug me everywhere every time

Utter nonsense. Maybe meeting soulmates is just a huge game of catch-up once everything's finally revealed, surely yours will be. There’s just so many questions. Moving to the right side, you jot down a list of cheat meal ideas along with some assorted notes and pointers from practice that you want to work on tomorrow, drawing little characters next to each list item for fun. After accidentally drawing a random squiggle from jolting yourself awake and feeling the heaviness in your eyelids, you cap your pen and shut your notebook, placing it back in your bag. With the lights out, the last thought you have before sleep consumes you is why haven't you ever tried writing directly to each other after all this time?

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[creekqueen27]

Control (Pennywise x Reader) 3

Pennywise/human form pov.

The familiar beat flows from the radio, a smirk on my face as I play around with my food, singing to the radio and dancing in my seat.

Hit It!

Nah, na na na nah

Here comes the hot stepper, murderer

I'm the lyrical gangster, murderer

The car travels towards the edge of Dexter, interstate 95 visible to the right. Countless cars zooming down the popular highway.

Pick up the crew in-a de area, murderer

Still love you like that, murderer

A very lit up house comes just into view, without a doubt it's the destination for tonight. People are standing outside, so tiny from this far away.

No no we don't die, yes we multiply

The car finally arrives on the pull off for the house, everyone immediately getting out and stretching our legs. My eyes glance at everyone taking them in. A familiar face causes me to double take, and the words leave my mouth so fast I can't even think about them.

I breathe out a laugh when I see her, the girl from the barrens, standing and flirting with some guy.

(Her outfit and hair)

Extraordinary, juice like a strawberry

Money to burn baby, all of the time

"Yo, Roman, you already got your eyes on a girl?" A voice from the left side of me tears my attention away from the barrens girl with a laugh. How pissed would she be if I got her in bed and then she found out it was me? I can't help but give her one last look before telling the guys I'll catch up with them later. I need to find out what she's doing here so she doesn't fuck my night up.

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Reader pov

The volume of the music is so loud, you can nearly feel the bass. Multiple parked cars litter the front lawn, some beginning to spill over into the back lawn. The medium sized, three story house wouldn't be able to see what's coming even if it were to slap it in the face with an explanation. I feel eyes on me as I turn and see a guy in a dark colored t-shirt staring at me with a smirk.

The intensity of his gaze makes me a little uncomfortable, angry and moist all at once.

I'll take my time with you, handsome. I return the smirk, looking him over with satisfaction before looking back at the tall, somewhat muscular guy standing in front of me. I fake a shiver, pouting up at him. "I'm kind of cold.." I say quietly, shyly looking away. Almost immediately I'm covered in his jacket. As he starts to lead me inside, I glance in the direction of the cute guy who was staring at me before, only to find him still looking at me but now he's standing alone against the car where his friends used to be. I'm forced to look away as I walk up the steps and into the house. The music is even louder, the atmosphere is hot and care free. Dancing bodies fill nearly all free space on the ground floor. A few couples are scattered on the stairs and the second floor. Some doors that are visible are open, showcasing different rooms.

"Wanna drink babe?" I hear close to my ear; I nod as I look up at the guy who gave me his jacket, his skin a beautiful shade of dark mocha. I accept the drink as I continue to study my surroundings and form a plan for feeding.

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Pennywise pov

I've been watching her for hours trying to figure out what she's going to do. If she doesn't do something soon, I'm just going to start my feast with her. I despise having to wait when I'm starving. I look down at my watch, mentally setting a timer for her before faking a laugh for the girl trying to convince me to take her home with me. I continue to keep an eye on her, my patience growing thinner the longer this girl talks. I catch her eye for a split second. She laughed at something that guy said and dances closer to him as he whispers in her ear, moving his hands to her hips and pulling her against him just as the girl in front of me tries to hook her leg around my hip and touch my chest. I push her off me roughly, having enough of this waiting game. I make my way through the crowd straight towards her, keeping my eyes on her the whole time.

Reader POV

I let the guy pull me against him, the alcohol taking a slightly stronger affect than I'd planned, as I see a familiar face standing in the crowd staring me down.

"That your boyfriend?" The guy holding me asks as pointing directly at him. Just as I'm about to answer, someone takes my hands in theirs. I turn and realize that I'm eye level with someone's lower chest. My eyes slowly look up at the familiar face of my apparent admirer.

"Hey, can I talk to you?" He asks with a gorgeous smile, looking down for a second shyly. I can't fight back the smile that breaks across my face as I nod and follow him through the crowd, still holding hands. He leads me to a door in the kitchen and opens it, revealing a dimly lit basement. Even though I'm in no danger what so ever, my heart skips a beat in slight fear. The guy suddenly chuckles and looks down at me as he tightens his grip slightly and leads me down the stairs, before shutting the door behind us. If I were paying more attention, I would have heard him sliding the lock across the door.

The dim light made it difficult to make out everything. A few things were clear; a couch, scattered pillows, chairs. Typical creepy basement. I wrap my arms around myself as I turn to the tall brunette. He comes to stand in front of me, looking down at me. Intensely. I squirm slightly after a few moments as I can't hold his gaze.

"Um.. what did you want to talk about?" I can't believe he's having this effect on me. I was literally here to kill. Now I'm a nervous high schooler again.

"Why are you here?" He asks, inching closer to me as I begin inching away from him, towards the wall, confused and uncomfortable. I stare up at him silently. He sighs, annoyed.

"I know you aren't deaf. And I know you can talk. You have wasted enough of my time. What. Are. You. Doing. Here."

He asks, venom in his voice. I can't seem to find my voice, pure confusion fills my mind. Do I know this dude? "Yes, you know me. Have you forgotten me already?" He chuckles darkly. What the fuck!? This guys crazy

"I'm not crazy, you just scream your thoughts." He says as he rushes towards me, I instinctively jump back, hitting the wall as my fangs defensively show themselves. He grabs at my wrists as I jump and bite at his neck. He shoves me away from himself, and I immediately move to attack him again. I barely knick his skin before I'm thrown at the bottom of the stairs. On instinct, I turn and run up them, jerking the door open-.. pulling at the door frantically trying to turn the knob. Hands grab my hips and lift me as I scream. The grip on my left hip intensifies enough to force me to cry out as the other hand clamps down painfully against my mouth, muffling all sound from me. I fight against the tall male as he half way drags me down the last few steps. Suddenly, I'm slammed against the wall, hard. Hard enough to hurt me. How is he this strong? He can't be human. I struggle against his grip, failing to overpower him as I realize my feet are far off the ground due to him holding me just above his eye level. I look down at him a split second after I hear him giggle accompanied by the quiet sound of bells. I open my eyes and am met by a clown with fiery red hair and glowing eyes. The same eyes that I saw a couple of nights ago when I was feeding. Realization washes over my face, and he notices.

"Now, little girl, I am sick and tired of waiting for you to do something. I'm starving, and I don't want you to get in my way again-" he says, but I cut him off with a scoff.

"Me get in your way??" I nearly laugh in his face. He stares at me, blankly so I continue. "Why are you following me? And, starving, really? You stole half my fucking food just the other night!" Anger begins rising. He simply just smiles at me, making me angrier.

"They were tasty." He chuckles and shakes a bit.

I growl, fighting against him. He shakes his head at me. "You're not going to get away unless I want you to. I haven't exactly decided what to do with you just yet. I could have much use for you..." He taunts, eyes raking down my body slowly.

"Fuck off. Shouldn't you be at some kid's birthday party?" I spat in anger. He quickly meets my eyes.

"You have no idea how much I wish for that." He says, genuinely. I sigh. Who is this clown..

"Oh! Well, I'm pennywise the dancing clown." He states with a wide grin. My eyebrows raise as I study him.

"I'm -name-..." I say quietly, holding his curious gaze as my name leaves his lips in a whisper so quiet it's almost inaudible. I wiggle my right wrist a bit, the tight and harsh grip causing a bit of pain. His eyes leave mine for half a second to glance at the movement before easing up on his grip slightly.

An unknown amount of time passes, the two just staring at one another. "Do you tell people that your names pennywise when you're not dressed as a clown?" I ask quietly. He grins a bit, shaking his head as he simply states 'Roman'. The silence takes over the basement once again, the muffled sound of music the only thing filling the air.

"Are you going to kill me?" I finally ask the question that's been begging to be asked. His gaze suddenly intensifies. I swallow hard, realizing the true potential danger that I could be in.

"Are you here to feed?" He speaks finally. My voice is lost as I silently nod my head. "Good. Follow me." He says, morphing back into the handsome brunette while walking to the steps. I rub my wrists before slowly following him. He leads me through the much smaller yet very drunken crowd, people knocking into us roughly. A few stumbling people separate us and block me from getting through. Just as I think I'm stuck, arms encircle my body and lead me away, keeping me close to them. I don't have to look at them to know it's pennywise, Roman, whoever. The hand on the small of my back encourages me to climb the staircase leading to the second floor of the house. About halfway up, he moves his hand to drape his arm over my shoulders while still leading me up.

He's not seriously going to try to take the entire house by himself..

"Too risky, too many problems. We need to get them to the basement first." He says as if reading my mind. I glance up at him as he walks to a door with a sock on the knob. Muffled sexual moans can be faintly heard as he turns to me and winks before rushing both of us inside and closing the door quickly. We're met with the site of two guys and a girl in bed, drunk and only slightly startled. I look up at pennywise as his eyes glow, and suddenly a huge snake crawls upon the bed, all three screaming and scrambling to get untangled from one another. Pennywise inhales deeply, seemingly pleased with.. something. "Bon appetit, mademoiselle." He says before nearly prancing to the naked trio and attacking. I stand, stunned and still until the potent irony smell of blood hits my nostrils, sending me into a near frenzy. I grab the girl trying to get to the door and slice her neck open, gulping the warm smooth blood, immediately silencing her gurgled screams. When I drop her, I see pennywise already finished with his two. I look up at him as he stalks over to me, bells jingling quietly. "How do we get them into the basement?" I ask, eager for more. He smiles down at me, eyes glowing brightly as I giggle up at him.

I guarded the back door, pennywise stood at the front. His eyes never stopped glowing as everyone from the second floor drunkenly stumbled as fast as they could down to the first floor, leaving everyone confused and startled. People were bumping into each other, screaming as all kinds of horrible things started appearing, terrifying everyone. Pennywise and the creatures basically hearded the group into the kitchen and down the stairs into the basement. I fed on a few brave souls who tried to escape by me. No survivors. His words echoing in my head as I drop the freshly drained body, dragging the two bodies to the door and tossing them down the stairs as I follow pennywise into the basement, him locking the door behind us. I could feel the adrenaline rush into my veins as I waited for the clown to pounce into the crowd before attacking on the opposite side of the group. The feast lasted nearly half an hour. Eventually we made our way to the ground floor of the house and sat down to relax.

"Should we burn this place down?" I ask while watching him light a cigarette in his human form.

He glances at me, shaking his head. "No, they're all in the sewer." I don't speak, trying to figure out what he means. "I made them go to the sewer. I have a few more in depth tricks up my sleeve than your little cosmetic ones, leechy." A bit of spite in his tone as he sits on a chair.

"Um.. okay. Fuck you too, at least I'm not a thief like some circus freaks." I stand to walk out of the house, movement behind me alerts me to him following me.

" I'm independent. You must be just a child, you are entirely dependent on me." I glare at him while he continues. "How are you going to get home? You live in Derry right; that's a hell of a walk from here." I sigh, it's not like I can walk home with blood all over me. "Exactly." He smirks. "After tonight, we're even for the barrens. But you still need my help." I roll my eyes at him.

"Why are you helping me if you hate me?" He stares into my eyes, biting his lip.

"You have the potential to be very useful to me. And you will be indebted to me for tonight. If it weren't for me, you'd have been burned at the stake by now." He holds his hand out, his eyes switching between my own and his outstretched limb. I hesitantly take it, the contact sending a small jolt of what seemed like electricity through my body. The sensation of flying-or falling.. or floating- comes over me as everything goes black.

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Pennywise pov.

She immediately falls unconscious at my touch. She must not have much experience with other creatures, so naive to the world. I search her memory, finding her home and teleporting both of us there. I find her bedroom while snapping my fingers to rid her of any and all evidence of this evening's feast. As I lay her down, I can't help but admire her beauty. From the gorgeous facial features.. the rich and creamy hair color, it's lovely texture.. her full chest, nearly bursting out of her shirt.. the way her entire outfit compliments her so very well..

I shake my head, ridding myself of the thoughts. I teleport to the sewers under Derry, seeing the clothes and scattered remains of the newest victims that safely arrived as I intended. I sigh, the girl creeping her way back into my mind. This has never happened before, she must have some rather important meaning in my life. I soon decide to teleport myself into the rather large, some would say mansion like, house where I normally reside during the time between mass feeding periods. As I lay in the California king size bed between the expensive silk sheets, my mind wanders to my favorite hunting ground.. Derry.

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Requests are always open 💕

[punkscowardschampions]

Ali & Tess

A nice pre-Christmas argument

Tess joined the chat 2 hours ago Ali: Mamacita! How's tricks? Did you manage to get the gum out of Rocky's hair in the end or is he rocking a no.1 rn? Tess: It's hat season he'll be fine. It's your da you need to worry about if he doesn't get those bloody Christmas decs out Ali: At least you'll be saved the toxic fumes of the nit shampoo, like. I'll make him some earmuffs, ears like that, he'll get frostbite. Ali: Aww, leave off, he's got a bad back, like 😜 Ali: Caleb can come help with the heavy shit, he's like an ox, I'll be creative director, obvs, I've got the eye, he's got the body Ali: 😉 Tess: I hope you've got plenty of wool 'cause the dog got to ours and its a bloody state. He'll have a bad head to go with it in a minute. Nah you're alright bab Tommy's offered and Drew might as well make himself useful now he's sniffing round again. Ali: Well, there goes your classic jumper presents! Have to brave dem crowds, fight a bitch for the last...idk, what do kids even want these days? Last I heard from Rock mutant turtles and power rangers were back in vogue but they're probably out again, its been a week or so 😏 Contrary fuckers, eh? I was NEVER that bad, was I? Bet you wish you could relieve those easy years raising me, the dream child 😇 Ali: Alright then, though I wouldn't recommend confining Tommo and Drew to a space as small as the loft, T is gunning for him Ali: aren't we all? but hey 🤷 see if those muscles are just for show ay Tess: He's still on about that slime bollocks. Supposedly this stuff blows bubbles and expands or whatever. All I'm bothered about is that it says it ain't sticky. Better sodding not be. Ha! If you weren't being a little demon you were trying to raise them. Easy ain't the word love! Tess: I'll put Drew at the bottom of the ladder. Maybe some of the boxes'll land on his head. Knock some sense into the lad. Ro too seeing as she's never far. Ali: That shit is such a rip-off though, I could make him some dead cheap, tell him he can have it whatever colour, whatever random shit he wants in it, and no one else will have the same at School Ali: Save your money for the feast 💃'cos I won't be absolutely stuffed from my first xmas dinner, like, nah Ali: and demons need love too, ma, just ask Ro Ali: will he be joining us for meal numero dos? cos i don't think i can stomach 2 helpings of him in one day tbh Tess: Tell him yourself. I tried to make some with him in the summer and the ungrateful little sod wouldn't even come sit up the table. His loss. They loved it at work. Tess: Don't. That girl'll do me in one of these days . I'm surviving on spite by now 'cause he'll be eating with us over my dead body. Caleb's lot are welcome to keep him. Ali: I'm tellin ya get the kid some prescription speed, it'll do him wonders 😂 Well, that's another idea fucked...tis the season! Ali: I know, it ain't even funny at this point. Ali: You know she's gonna wanna go see him, yeah? You'll never get her to sit through games and shit telly once she's picked at her veg Ali: Its like kid swap up in here Tess: If I can get some what's on her plate into her instead of just the dog I'll be laughing. Fuck's sake. Kids who'd celebrate 'em? Grandkids on the other hand. Mary'd have been proper buzzing for that. Ali: Oi, woman! I'm right here Ali: and the giver of majority grandkids, so, think on, love Tess: You're even stevens kiddo. Keep it that way 'til you're done with uni yeah? Call that the xmas gift that keeps giving. Ali: yeah but a twofer ain't the same, is it? 😜 don't make promises i can't keep, ma Ali: engineering students are so fit, how will i resist? Tess: Tell that to Bea. I'm sure she'd have plenty to say back. Ali Mckenna don't test me there's plenty of room in the car when we go for Tommo's new specs I can get you in too. Ali: Yeah, yeah, she can lord it over me with her efficient vagina, getting it done in one, I'll be many bucks fizzes deep by then, give a shizzle Ali: Gurl, my vision is 20/20, in my third eye too, ooOOoOoOOOo Ali: Maybe Beatrice will prove again why she's your favourite daughter by distracting Ro so much with this London visit she won't have time to pine over Drew at all, happy days Tess: That's the spirit. Save your dad's back. He still thinks he's a brawler. Tess: Shh I don't have favorites I'm not one of your teachers. Tess: I'm sure Drew'll stay one text away throughout. Never off her phone now is she. Ali: Ahh, old man could still take him, Drew's a pussy Ali: I'll get Marlene round again lmao Ali: Suuuuuuuuuuuure ya don't 😏 Ali: We can only assume texting is a medium in which he really shines, 'cos seeing them IRL, doesn't make sense, so... Tess: Now that girl is a fave, thinking 'bout it. Yeah I like her. Tess: He must know his selfie angles or some shit. Tess: You tell me I'll never see the appeal. Ali: oh, sweet mama, if only you'd voiced your preference sooner, maybe i'd of married her and had lots of gaybies instead Ali: alas 🤣 Ali: you sound 100, do you feel it? 😉 Ali: he's a vessel for her hopes and dreams, init, but he ain't, he just needs to man up and move the fuck on so she can too Tess: Like you've ever listened to your ma. Double it and you ain't close, bab. I'm in those vampiric numbers here. Tess: Yeah. Maybe try telling her that. Ali: You wish you were a vampire. Which, tbh, is telling of how old you is. Ain't nothing cool about being a basement dwelling weirdo who can't sample the wonder and joy of garlic bread. Ali: Why don't you? Oh wait, cos it ain't for either of us to say it so we'll just sit here like bitter old lemons Ali: You're a bad influence, lady Tess: If that's what you think about vampire lore then I ain't gonna even waste my breath young'un. Tess: I have, cheers. I ain't sitting on my arse doing fuck all for you lot even if that's what you reckon. Tess: Exactly. Learn a lesson. Ali: Mhmm, go tell it to the lost boys 'cos I don't give a damn, I'm getting doughballs baby Ali: Pshhh, well fat lot of good its done, why you setting me up to fail then?! Ali: I know when to bow out gracefully Tess: I don't need to 'cause we'll all be snacking. If you'd watched that movie when I offered you'd know garlic don't work in that verse. Tess: There's nothing graceful about tapping out with a fight left to finish. I thought you'd been set up to go 'til the final bell but do what you've gotta do. Or don't. Tess: There's plenty of other shit stuck to the fridge singing your praises like Ali: No thank you, there's watching some lame for jokes, then there's forcing yourself to endure kiefer sutherland and co Ali: That's sadism. Ali: Well, there's nothing graceful about kicking a girl when she's down Ali: going blow for blow ain't always the right approach, is it? not with someone like Ro so don't start alright Tess: Lame? And you wonder why you ain't my fave. Tess: Helping your sister up is always the right approach if you don't want her to stay down. Tess: I'm not starting anything. I've said my piece. End of. Ali: C'mon, I know even Joe couldn't pretend to like it, like Ali: That's my point, she ain't fell yet, she's on a Drew-related high so pardon me from not trying take the rug from up under her Ali: not that I could if I tried, like I said, what good has you 'saying your piece' done? Ali: sometimes all you can do is be there to pick up the pieces after, that's just facts Tess: You all take after your da is why. No taste none of ya. Tess: It's done me a lot of good being able to get it on the record each time, cheers. Tess: sometimes that's a cop out 'cause you want a easy life Tess: Fact is there's plenty that could have been done before he did his reappearing act. Ali: Oh, yeah? Like what? Changing her entire worldview in time for tea? Ali: If it was that easy, you would've managed it by now Ali: Don't be so hard on yourself, your not doing her, or any of us, a favour with this shit Tess: He's a dealer it is that easy. It ain't my job to manage it though. You all wanna be treated like adults and have me wipe your arses for you at the same time I think not. Do yourself and her, a favor and use that big brain of yours. Ali: You think she doesn't know? Now who's being thick Ali: She doesn't care, so unless you're planning to cop shop him that means sweet fuck all doesn't it Tess: It ain't about what she knows. Last I checked he's not the only dealer in Dublin. There's still some honor among scumbags and more than one way to get caught out. Ali: Aww, such a softie at heart, ain't ya? Tess: Takes one to know one. Ali: That is one small step above 'I know you are but what am I?' Ali: No one wants Drew to get kneecapped or Ro to be collateral but he wants to be treated like an adult, so we can't wipe his arse, can we? Tess: Speak for yourself I'd spend my reddies to see that. However bad he thinks he is there's always someone worse and the sooner he learns it the better for all of us having to watch him play silly beggars Tess: Ro's worth a million of him maybe when she's grown up she'll know it. Ali: Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're such a hard bitch. Maybe if he'd got proper help from people like you he woulda turned out better when he was grown too. Ali: It ain't too late for either of them. Tess: I'm what I've had to be. I can't save 'em all. Not even close. You'd be well to stay away from him if you've still got the sense you were born with. Ali: Yeah but you still try, don't you? Read back your previous wisdom for your answer there. Ali: Bit hard when we live in the same gaff isn't it but I can assure you I'm not going out of my way to be his bestie, mother Tess: I ain't about to flog a dead dog. He ain't a stupid kid anymore and what happened when he was a little 'un ain't an excuse either Tess: Nobody's got it easy. Tess: It's up to him to work out if his turning point's come and gone or if he even reckons he needs one. Ali: You don't have to but you can see the pretense Ro is working under, yeah? She doesn't think she's doing anything wrong and, arguably, she ain't. But sometimes all you get for your efforts is a kick in the teeth. Ali: Nobody's got it easy. Ali: It's up to HER to call time, not us. Tess: Who says? I've been there. Thinkin I had it all and knew even more about my future with my dream boy. Nobody came to clue me in but even now I wish they fucking had done. Ali: Like you'd have listened. Tess: If I had someone who gave a shit maybe Tess: She'd listen to you. Ali: Say you had, would you have done anything differently? Even if you knew how it'd go, if you didn't have Ronnie, you might still be with Josh now Ali: It changes everything about you Ali: I don't think she would. There's no reasoning because there is no reason, or rhyme for that matter Tess: Of course I would. I'd do everything differently. I'm not trying to romanticise who I was. Or am. Tess: Change ain't no bad thing when it comes to this. Or me Tess: Because you don't wanna think that she would and deal with all the shit that comes with her doing that. I don't blame ya but that don't make it right Tess: it's still a cop out. Ali: Well, I hope it soothes YOUR soul villainizing yourself because as someone who's half you, it's not something that is helpful, at all. Ali: Who's been there for her after every break-up? Who has to listen to every fucking detail? It ain't been you. And I can assure you I didn't spend those times when he was out of the picture singing his fucking praises. I HAVE told her. Everyone has. It just pisses you off that you can't fix this, or her. Tess: You're all you. Your own person. End of. Tess: And it should help you to know the truth. I was a bad person Ali and I ain't exactly sainted now. I do my best that's all any of us've got. Deal with it. Tess: I'm sorry you want a gold star or pat on the head for doing what you're supposed to for who you love. You're not getting it from me. Try your luck with your da maybe. Tess: And yeah it does piss me off so what? Ali: That isn't close to being true. There's no such thing as an individual, sorry to burst your bubble. Ali: And no one is one or the other. Christ, you're so fucking old testament. Ali: If your going in for all that shite, you should look at how revered a knocked-up teenage girl is whilst you're at it Ali: No one gives a shit about your war stories, they don't help anyone but you so you keep all that anger and hold it tight 'cos none of us are here for it any more Ali: Good luck trying to get Rocky to sit still so you can tell him all about damnation to scare him straight, good fucking luck Tess: You're not gonna change my mind. If you were anything close to being half of me we wouldn't be having this conversation. Tess: Life's black and white for me. That's what happens when you don't have choices. Call it what you like. Tess: And there's nothing to be preached to me about being a knocked up teen by you or anyone else. I ain't trying to either you just think it's that onesided 'cause you never listen Tess: There you go again speaking for everyone else when you mean yourself. But whatever. Tess: Get your own stories and leave mine out of it. Tess: Grow up, Ali. Ali: Now there's a copout if I ever heard one. Ali: Listen to what? What are you spouting but hot air? Ali: Oh, yeah? What one of your sainted children has benefitted? Ronnie hates you, Joe's a junkie, me and Fraze did exactly what you did. Ali: Tommy is passable but he's unhappy as fuck so, well done there. You've only got one left. Ali: What's the point? No one can ever match up to your infinite wisdom, I'd rather stay young so I knew what the hell I was talking about instead of making myself look like an old fool