#get in losers we're going thrift shopping

[shiftythrifting]

A Fancy Feast cat food branded kiddie mobile

[the-firebird69]

GMC HUMMER EV SUV

He says he wants to make these in the jam it up our ass and really the empire will be stopping us a lot and we have to just ignore you and Lord. What you saying is Humvee is made out there you want to do something more classic but there's a lot of people like. True too the factories are going to them soon this would occupy them and we still kind of run the lithium mines I want to go forwards with this idea it's his idea too there's a bunch of cars that you guys buy and you'll be going to and it's my guys too Monaco will electric cars made by our friends people and two they're missing klansman's house no Palace and with the electric you can see they have real horsepower most of 300 miles and when they build them they go 4500 at a decent speed in the handle better and last longer and we can talk about design I want to do this and motivate my guys because they want to get the empire and other they say we're moving out but yeah they want to sit on their ass. Think about it for a minute it's coming out of there that will be going back in there when what if they made a Pontiac okay losers

Mac daddy

I sort of get the concept is have some plants already and they could bang them out and he says we have a lot of plants and a bunch of chassis and I say oh oh yeah. Otherwise I was going to sit here and be f***** I instigated him and I'm trying to get into the laundromat America's saying no I'm just trying to have my friend he'll get mad and he did but it didn't do Mac any good it's like talking to children with his brain problem a lot of us have it this is a good idea and it was our friend's idea and he's kind of a bully but still small so it does nothing. If you had some money you go to the thrift shop and get the coat that we saw last night without really the other one and go to Comic-Con I'm really it's real leopard and hers is cheetah and they argue but mostly is just going to sit here and we're going to be Mrs and Mr latest Dave and I fighting it's really no good but it's a good idea we can try and rope them in but he's not roped in at all you say he is Miss notes on the back porch don't do s*** to us no they do but they don't help us and they don't certainly don't implicate him in anything unless something happens there

Trump

It says we're so simple people will fall for it I hate this s*** cuz it's true and you know how to contact the factory and we can just have them build them except not really that hard so we're moving out

Mac daddy

I'm going to order my first 500 million and he says shut up I guess so the alkaline batteries no not really I sort of see something it's kind of stupid that the empire doesn't want it then yeah I get it and the pseudo empire will be competing

Trump

You're a star as we know where to use them they're spas and we're going to try and do that

Bja

I can't believe it this idea is coming up again and last time you crapped it out but I see there's tons of electrics I was just going to sit here and stroke it

Jenna

We approved this idea it's greenlighted and ago and there's a lot of electrics coming out there's some that sell and we have to start producing and we will make them for our area and we will use them on the idiots they make great high explosives and it's more powerful than Coke

Olympus

[alfonzone]

do you want a partner?

It's not that i WANT a partner, but moreso I would appreciate having one?

I love the idea of having a favorite person or friend in which we both can message each other about everything and nothing without feeling like we're annoying each other. And even then, I would like to have someone I can annoy or who can annoy me endlessly. Send each other random pictures and/or thoughts, etc.

I would love to have someone I can talk to on my bad days. I would love to be someone's safe place for them to vent to me about their struggles, sadness or whatever is bothering. I might not know what to say or maybe it's better to just listen. And even then, I'll ask if there's anything I can do to help.

I like the idea of being able to provide for them both financially and emotionally. I like the idea that I'm wanted in their life and I have someone in my life that I can picture to be with forever.

And whether we get to experience this with or without our kids (I'd prefer with, it just feels more chaotic and fun. And I definitely won't mind being a stepdad as well), I love the idea of grocery shopping, thrifting, hiking, cooking/baking, picnic at the park, backyard activities, play video games, movie night, try a new restaurant each week or so, and everything else together.

I love the idea of having a partner I can hug when I'm sad. Hold hands when I'm anxious. Rest my head against their shoulders. Give endless forehead, cheek, nose kisses. Give back/feet massage to. Read together with. Roast and flirt with. Tell terrible, cringe, cheesy jokes to. Ask them questions just to hear their perspective or opinion. And just look at and admire because they're the most important and beautiful thing in the world. And we have kids or I'm a stepdad, I'll still admire them all because I'll definitely feel lucky and privileged to be in their lives.

I hope I'll be the same for them.

I don't need to touch base with the sex EXCEPT THAT it's going to be the sexiest, dirtiest, messiest, hungriest, with lots of sloppy, sensual, sticky, bone popping, giggling, awkward, amorous, pleasurable, intense, raw, and fun sex out there. 😏😌

— I gotta clock back in to work. You got me to definitely daydream like a loser haha.

No, I don't want a partner. I just think it would be nice to have a partner I can talk to and love every day.

😊😊😊

thanks for the ask, anon.

[strawbearynose]

Get in loser, we’re going thrifting!

https://www.redbubble.com/i/sticker/Get-in-loser-we-re-going-thrifting-2-by-strawbearynose/92219862.EJUG5?asc=u 

[piratadelamor]

no bc why would you show up to a video call with your gf with a giant bruise on your neck. i didnt like that idc if youre hooking up with other ppl but when i had a bruise on my neck i wore something to hide it bc idk its not something i find polite to rub to each others faces??

[suncakie]

[Black Cab]

w/Oikawa Tooru x gn!!reader(ft. Iwa)

Day five

31 Days of Haikyuu Masterlist. [🏐]

Runaway Casino Masterlist. [🏐]

Theme. High school best friends(with a twist)

Warnings. swearing, chaotic, scary but entertaining, cliffhanger, remind me to continue this series, not proof read

Notes. Soon to be series:DD(just remind me to update lmao)(it's discontinued)

No bc i promised the next one will not be a headcanon but the person i asked gave me a detailed topic and I'm scared to fck up.

Anyway, Both u and Oikawa boi are besties:D

Also classmates if i may add! (But sadly ur not seatmates)

Ur not really that close with Iwa so Oikawa has to pick who he wants to hangout with rather than making the two of u closer(the man had planned a blind date for the both of you but neither of you showed up)

Ofc out of teasing and storyline purposes he mostly goes home with u by his side:D

One Morning, Practice was cancelled and Iwaizumi called in sick.

Oikawa being Oikawa suggested to walk you to school.

"Goodmorning Ms. L/n!, I'm here to pick up Y/n?"

"Ah, Oikawa-kun, Y/n isn't awake rn"

suggests to wait for you to wake up and your parents agrees while they walk out of the door.

"Make sure to lock the door once you leave"

"Will do Mr. L/n!" *salutes like an idiot*

When both of your parents leave, the man literally bursts into your room screaming and such.

"YOUR LATE FOR SCHOOL LOSER! GET UP RN!"

"HOLY SH!T WHO LET YOU IN?!"

such a wholesome relationship(that kawa couldn't get with iwa:< )

Calls a cab once the both of you realize you really are late for school

"Boi, its a black cab- find another one"

"What's wrong with getting a black cab?! We're already late so no color coding should stop us!"

"Its ur idea to go thrift shopping before school!"

Mid-way through the ride you showed and explained the difference between a regular cab and a black cab.

Oikawa's wallet has been emptied.

"We're close! Get ready to sprint bird brain"

"I was born ready trash can!"

*driver zooms past aoba johsai purposefully*

"Holy fck, wtf?!"

"Sir, you just went past our school, what are you doin'?!"

Cue the gas that makes u sleep thingy.

(I'm making this a headcanon series bc as i said, im scared to fck up with the detailed storyline my friend made)

Day five

@suncakie 31 Days of Haikyuu

[modgirlyreposts-revamped]

TW for talk of bullying and mental illness

In a similar vein to Dylan yesterday, here's Brooke! Sorry if I'm getting annoying hfhfhfh

Transcript:

(She/they/love)

Brooklyn Adele Faust, AKA Brooke

- 14 y/o

- Unpopular popular girl

- Drinks Ultra Rosa and Ultra Pink Monster out of her Hydroflask and I just think that's hilarious ok 💀

- Lives alone with her mom in an apartment uptown (her parents are divorced)

- autistic with a special interest in veterinary medicine

- Listens to Marina, Melanie Martinez, Penelope Scott, Taylor Swift and Billie Eilish. Sad girl shit (her fav songs from each are Teen Idle, Orange Juice, Soap, Happiness and idontwannabeyouanymore)

- Insecure asf

- Knows some German and some Japanese

- Watches anime (she strikes me as a Fairy Tail fan) (side note: I have never watched fairy tail)

- doesn't like horror but is unfazed by it

- Kinds cutecore/lovecore/pastel/bubblegum bitch aesthetic (but sad)

- Her popular friends make fun of her- she's always on the verge of being kicked out of the group too

- they dont like her, she doesn't like them either but shes afraid to leave the group

(She gives me like, Heather McNamara or Veronica Sawyer vibes. Specifically musical Heather M but both Veronicas. She also gives me the vibes of a huge Heathers fan and totally sees herself in both of them)

- her real friends are among the outcasts, and the one thing she doesnt put up with her popular "friends" making fun of about her is them.

- Cosplayer and TikToker

- biromantic asexual

- she is Dylan's self respect, Millie and Sarah are hers (except rather than reminding her that she deserves to be treated right Millie physically attacks anyone who mistreats her and Sarah is just there for emotional support)

- "get in losers we're going thrift shopping"

- "can't talk rn I'm doing hot girl shit" *cries herself to sleep*

- fr tho shes kinda rly not ok someone should check in on her

Omg, I'm living for these headcanons of the CTW cast-

As someone who's on the spectrum, Brooke being autistic is a very interesting idea!

dfjshdjhdjskfs I love Heathers, so Brooke giving Heather M. vibes just makes me love her even more

Millie is the gang's personal attack dog lmao-

[waterloou]

Helloooo all! I’m bringing back oc Saturday for these trying times to showcase some brilliant ocs! If you’d like to nominate your oc or somebody else’s, feel free to shoot me a msg, ask, or tag #ocextravaganzasaturday ! Also, there’s an option to submit a blurb!

Oc extravaganza Saturday guidelines

Below are links/blurbs for the featured ocs this week! Go check them out!

Amreen Carr created by @emiliachrstine

Headcannons

Headcannons 2

Headcannons 3

“Stay”

Game of Survival

Fluff

Edit 1

Edit 2

Edit 3

Edit 4

Gotta love a kick ass mama to baby yoda. Her and mando and the whole family are just wholesome and cool and please go give them some love! They deserve it!

Belle Sinclair created by @lilhemmo

Multifandom Queen:

5sos:

Sunshine

Soon to be Riverdale

Background:

“her name is belle sinclair - she was kind of a tom boy growing up, but her brother died when she started high school. he died while she was driving him home from a new years eve date and he was drunk so he was distracting her, but then they got t-boned by another drunk driver. however, her whole family blames her for his death and she has extreme survivors guilt.”

“she's a sunshine, little sun drop, sunflower! she's really kind and very forgiving and a people pleaser”

Go show her some love!

Billy Holmes created by @humangrumpycat

Introduction

Mythology moodboard

Playlist

Billy cackles, turning his chair to face an irritated Sweet Pea.

'I'm sorry,' Billy wheezes, wiping the tears from his face.

'You saw some dude spray paint a wall, and when you threatened him, he pulled a gun on you?' he asks, his lips pressed in an attempt to stop laughing.

'Yes,' Sweet Pea grits through his teeth.

'That's the best thing I've heard all week,' Billy smiles. 'Thank you for telling me this.'

Sweet Pea clenches his jaw, taking a deep breath.

'It's not funny,' he hisses.

'It was, though,' Phoenix snickers. 'You should've seen his face,' he says to Billy. 'Dude pulled out an M1911A1.'

'Holy shit,' Billy gasps.

'He pulled out a what?' Fangs asks.

'Colt .45,' Billy explains, followed by Fangs nodding.

'How would you know?' Sweet Pea asks Phoenix. 'You weren't even there.'

'I was right across the street, leaving the candle shop,' he answers.

'Why were you at the candle shop?' Fangs scoffs.

'Buying candles,' Phoenix comments, raising the bag on eye-level. 'I thought that was pretty obvious.'

'Can we focus on my problem?' Sweet Pea interrupts. 'And how I need to take care of it?'

'"Take care of it"?' Billy mocks.

'You got something for me?' Sweet Pea asks, nodding to the closet to his left.

'Oh, NOW you want a new weapon?' Billy scoffs. 'I've been telling you that for years now. I mean, I get the nostalgia bullshit. But like I said: we're big guys, and big guys need big weapons or it'll just look weird.'

'Like he's holding a toothpick,' Phoenix adds, followed by both Phoenix and Billy nodding at each other.

'Shut up, Phoenix, I don't see you carrying a machete around.'

'Don't I?' Phoenix smirks, opening his jacket to show a machete strapped on the inside.

'What the-' Fangs gasps. 'How-'

'Gem sewed in the straps for me,' Phoenix explains with the widest grin.

'So, can you get me something new?' Sweet Pea asks, growing more impatient by the minute.

'I might could,' Billy says. 'But not tonight.'

Both Fangs and Sweet Pea throw up their hands.

'I'm sure y'all can beat him up tomorrow, and I'd love to join,' Billy comments. 'But it's Tequila Tuesday at the LOVE Club downtown, and I'm meeting Ace, Spades, and Snow White in ten, so I'll be a wreck tomorrow.'

'Can I join?' Phoenix begs. 'I can dump my shit at Viper's on the way.'

'Got your fake ID?'

'Always,' Phoenix answers.

'Why the LOVE Club, by the way?' Phoenix asks. 'Don't we normally go to The Maple Leaf?'

'Well,' Billy smirks. 'There's this pretty blonde who sings there every Tuesday, and we've had some "eye-contact" for the last couple of weeks.'

'You mean, real-life Disney princess? Nice!' he chants.

'Also, The Maple Leaf's starting to attract more Ghoulies, and we don't need that shit,' Billy mentions.

Billy is a great bad boy. He’s hilarious, resourceful and it’s just extremely easy to like. Go give him some love!

Oli Parker created by @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle

Introduction

About ramble

Summer Camp AU

This boy is a hardworking, wholesome, compassionate ray of sunshine! Go give him some love!

Rhett Butler created by @s-s-southsideserpentine

Question

The common room of the boys dormitories was a ghost-town during this time of the night. Usually it was alive with haughty Stonewall Prep males, bragging about the colleges their showboat parents bought their way into, laughing at crude jokes and arguing loudly about theory and theology. Now though, in the late hours of the night after the RA’s were done skulking around the hallways with citations in hand, it was almost peaceful. Rhett Butler liked to sneak out of his dorm room and sit at the piano, basked in the milky color of the moonlight as it streamed in through the large, glass-paned windows. The high archways and ceilings made the soft tinkling of the piano keys sound like they filled the air around him and tucked themselves into every corner. He liked the emptiness of it all, how serene it could be to take comfort in his own loneliness. Rhett would wait until after lights out, way after the final few night owls broke themselves away from their studies, and would tiptoe out into the common room with his composition book in hand, jotting down music notes and time signatures while still trying his best to be quiet. A big anthology of British Literature is wedged in the doorframe, with Rhett trying his best to close himself away to conceal the noise. He’s too busy tinkering away at his next assignment for music class that he doesn’t hear the quiet thunk of the anthology hitting the parquet floor as someone slipped into the room with him.

“What the hell are you doing?” A voice pipes up from behind Rhett’s left shoulder, nearly scaring him out of his wits as he jumps, slamming the piano case down hard onto the keyboard.

“Holy hell” He chuckles, trying his best to recover and even out his breathing. His spindly fingers are shaking as he turns around to see the new scholarship student, Bianca something, in her pajamas, her curly hair dented and pressed from where her head pressed into her pillow.

Rhett had seen her around before, he sat in on the advanced writing seminar on the right day, he guessed, because he heard the girl make a snarky remark to that asshole Bret. It cost her an after-school detention but she gained Rhett’s respect immediately, and he had been intrigued by her ever since. Everyone knew about the scholarship kids, it was kind of hard not to. There were only a handful of them, a losers club of their own. But most of them kept their heads down and cowered at the taunts being thrown by their snooty classmates, making remarks about their thrifted textbooks and not-so-pristine school uniforms. Not this girl, though; it was a strange twist of fate, how he had wondered about her and now she was here.

“You know what time it is?” She asks with a raised eyebrow that doesn’t seem malicious, but Rhett doesn’t know how to take it.

Rhett palms the top of the upright piano until he finds where he tossed his phone, he clicks the home button, 3:13 am. “The witching hour” He muses, running a hand though his hair.

“Are you the one who’s always out here?” She asks again with that same hint of mischief. “That girl Donna’s convinced a bunch of freshman that there’s a ghost.”

“S’just me” Rhett mumbles, feeling embarrassed at the idea that his late-night musicalities weren’t as secret as he thought.

The girl walks across the room and sits on the other side of the piano bench next to Rhett. There was a funny sort of confidence she had, giving him an all-teeth smile as she says “So you’re the ghost”. Rhett smiles, excitement brewing in his stomach.

“Name’s Rhett Butler” He offers his skinny hand for the girl to shake and she does.

Gotta love a good, malnourished, take no bs academic boy. And he’s musically talented??? King. Give him some love!

[madphantom]

The Sound of Life: Chapter 2

They were told that Winslow was in operating room 3 and searched for it. Phoenix soon became very sleepy, but she was determined to stay awake. After a while Harold almost had to carry her.

"I suggest we sit down and wait," Archie said.

"Yeah," Jeffrey agreed when suddenly the door to the room opened.

A doctor walked out and Phoenix rushed over to him. "How is he?"

"We're working on him," the doctor said. "Uhm, by the way, Miss, do...do you know, by any chance, what his name is?"

"Winslow Leach," she mumbled.

"Excuse me?"

"Winslow Leach." She looked him in the eyes.

He frowned. "But...hold on, sorry, but... Winslow Leach? The composer? Didn't he die?"

"Yeah, I thought so too," Phoenix sighed. "Listen, Doc, I've had a rough week and an even rougher night and I am so tired..."

"Alright, alright. You can sit down here on the bench. A nurse will come to you when he wakes up."

She nodded sleepily. "Uh-huh."

The Fruits and the singer sat down on the bench. Phoenix fell asleep almost immediately. Archie disappeared into the cafeteria and reappeared with a bag of crackers that the Fruits shared.

"Thanks Doc," Harold said when he noticed that Phoenix was already half asleep on his shoulder. "Come on, Goldfish, time to go to bed."

"So, what are we gonna do now?", Harold asked. "Swan's dead. Not that I liked the guy. But he filled up our pockets. And we're not even remotely close to being talented enough to write our own songs."

Archie laughed. "Yup. Thinking about it... we're just a bunch of losers Swan made popular."

"Yeah," Jeffrey agreed.

"Any jobs you guys had before this apeshit pop star business?", Archie asked the others.

Harold nodded slowly. "I was going to work in a supermarket. But the boss hated me. I don't think he'll take me back."

"Nope for me," Jeffrey admitted. "I failed school as thoroughly as possible."

"Really? I thought you'd be the teacher type."

Jeffrey laughed. "Good joke."

"So, in conclusion, we're just three dudes who lost their job," Archie concluded.

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

They sat in silence for a while.

"T'was nice though," Harold suddenly said. "Being in one band, you know. Going on tour together. Seeing our photos in the news. All that. Not because of the fame, just...you know, I like you guys. You're my best friends. My best and only friends."

"Honestly," Archie agreed. "I hate to be sentimental, but it was amazing. You guys were so much fun. I loved being one of the Juicy Fruits. You guys rock."

"Absolutely. All that touring together, the jetlags, the shows, getting yelled at by Philbin...it was such a great time and now... it's just over."

"Just over. All the illusions are gone. What's left are just three guys sitting in a hospital with a sleeping chick on their laps that isn't even their girlfriend."

"Strange place for the story to end, isn't it?"

"Strange place."

"I'm gonna miss it."

"Me too."

Finally the door opened and a nurse walked out.

Harold gently tapped Phoenix. "Hey. Hey. Phin'. The nurse is here."

Phoenix jumped up. "How is he?"

"He's awake now," the nurse said.

"Can I see him?", Phoenix asked. "Please!"

"Yes. He asked to see you. But-" The nurse handed her a noteblog and pen. "-we had to take off the device he used to speak. He can't wear it until the wound has healed."

"Okay. Thanks." Phoenix hastily rushed into the room.

Winslow was lying on the bed. Machines were buzzing around him and a beeping sound told Phoenix how rapid his heartbeat was.

"Winslow," she whispered.

A wince escaped his throat. It was obvious that he was trying to speak.

"The doctors said that you can't wear the voice box until your wound has healed," Phoenix explained. She handed him noteblog and pen and sat down at the edge of the bed. "How are you?"

He gave her a weak smile.

"Okay I guess" he wrote down.

"Does it hurt?"

"Just a little. They filled me up with painkillers."

"Good. I mean - good that it doesn't hurt that much." Phoenix smiled helplessly. Winslow laughed a little.

"You gotta explain a lot to me," Phoenix said.

"I guess I do." Winslow sighed. "What do you want to know?"

"Tell me everything. From the beginning. Why you came to New York. What Swan did. How you survived." Phoenix looked him in the eye. "Everything."

"Well..." Winslow started scribbling. After five minutes he gave Phoenix the first piece of paper and she started reading.

Suddenly she dropped the paper in shock.

"Swan had your teeth pulled out?!"

Winslow nodded.

"Why would he do that?!"

Winslow shrugged his shoulders and wrote something down. "Humiliation I guess."

"That's horrible!" She hesitated. "Can... can you show me?"

He nodded slowly and opened his mouth. Two rows of blinking metal glittered in the light of the lamps. Phoenix gasped.

"Oh my God...how cruel is that?"

He laughed a little.

"Winslow, you were tortured."

He shrugged his shoulders again. His expression said I know.

Phoenix picked up the paper again, but was quick to let out another gasp. "Wait - what?!" She looked Winslow dead in the eye. "You were at the audition?"

He nodded.

Phoenix took a deep breath. "Winslow Leach, are you honestly trying to tell me that I was right thinking that you were always around whenever my career got another boost?"

He laughed and nodded. Phoenix facepalmed. "Oh...my...God. This is the worst. I'm so embarrassed right now."

Winslow smiled a little. Then the smile died down.

"I know that I hurt you, that night, on the roof," he wrote down. "And I know that there are wounds that can never be closed. But I hope that we can at least try."

"Winslow," Phoenix whispered. His eye widened in fear. "Winslow... I've forgiven you already. Whatever you did that night, you've redeemed yourself by saving my life. You were ready to give your life for mine. The only question is... can you forgive me?"

A wince escaped his throat and something, a sound, that slightly resembled that of her name. His lips twitched and then he smiled. It was a weak smile, but it was sincere.

Suddenly the door slammed open and the Juicy Fruits stormed in.

"We investigated!", Harold panted.

"Yeah, we couldn't believe it, but...!"

"We thought we owe you an apology...!"

"...scraped this together...!"

"I even went to the police station and told them to fucking investigate, but Swan controlled everything...!"

"Guys!", Phoenix calmed them down. "Guys, relax, Winslow literally just woke up!"

Archie and Jeffrey shut up, Harold kept talking. "... anyway, Mr Leach, we decided we owe you a big fat apology, scraped together seventy percent of what we earned with Faust and hereby hand it over to you." He gave Winslow a thick envelope. When Winslow opened it dollar bills fluttered out.

He gasped, counted the money, then gasped again. The sum was enormous.

"Thank you!", he hastily scribbled down.

Archie shrugged his shoulders. "Seventy percent. You probably deserve more, but the bank thought I was high again and wouldn't give me more. Besides..."

"It's enough, it's more than enough!" Winslow laughed. Harold and Jeffrey sighed in relief.

"Hallelujah," Jeffrey said most sincerely. "We were so worried that we messed this up."

"We didn't want to be dicks, you know?"

"Just wanted to do our job and ended up being the bad guys."

"Relax, I'm not angry. Sorry for trying to bomb you guys up."

"Is my singing that bad?", Jeffrey asked.

"Yes, it is," Archie replied. "Sometimes even I want to bomb you up, man."

"Thank you." Jeffrey glared at him and Harold laughed out loud.

"What are you guys going to do now?", Winslow scribbled down.

The Fruits fell silent and threw each other nervous glances.

"Well...", Harold began. "We discussed that outside while you two were talking here and...uhm..."

"We decided to split up," Archie said quietly. It was obvious that the words were hurting him.

Phoenix' eyes widened. "Split up?"

The Fruits nodded.

"Swan's dead. Death Records is finished," Jeffrey explained. "We're not even remotely close to being talented enough to write our own songs. They just used us as mannequins. We've got no image."

"Swan was always the biggest ad. Swan presents the Juicy Fruits - you can't believe how much more the Swan presents counted." Harold sighed.

"You don't have to split up," Winslow wrote. "You can try and start again, only this time being yourself instead of being someone you're not."

Archie laughed sadly. "There's no ourselves. Ourselves are boring talentless farts who can't sing or write or play anything."

"That's not true," Phoenix suddenly said.

The Fruits laughed. "It is."

"No, it's not. Archie, I saw you improvising at that one show where the guitarist was sick. And Harold, I have a copy of that duet you sang when you weren't famous yet. It's awesome. And Jeffrey - you've got potential. Loads of it."

The Fruits blushed.

"Uh, thanks," Archie mumbled.

"You've got that duet? There were just, like, fifty copies!"

"I know." Phoenix smiled bashfully. "Found it in a thrift shop and thought, hey, why don't you listen to what your colleagues did before they got famous."

"Oh my God."

Winslow snapped his fingers to catch their attention again. "Is anyone here interested in founding a label with me?"

Silence.

"Hell yeah, that's genius," Phoenix suddenly said.

"Right."

"Awesome."

"We're in."

[talkinghead1968]

15 questions tag

thank you for tagging me @draxla !!!!!

1) are you named after anyone?

fun facts abt me: my dad (hopefully jokingly) said we should name me magnum (after magnum pi lmao) if i was a boy and my mum was like 'the closest we're getting is megan'

and my middle name is amanda after canadian folk pop singer amanda marshall (we stan)

2) when was the last time you 😢?

i dont remember but probably like last week tbh

3) do you have kids?

no way lol im not kid ready and if i was id adopt childbirth scares me

4) do you use sarcasm a lot?

yeah lol

5) what’s the first thing you notice about people?

probably the way they carry themself

6) what’s your eye colour?

green and i will fight anyone that says my eyes are brown

7) scary movie or happy ending?

both are good depending on my mood but ive been very into spooky season so let's say scary rn

8) any special talents?

i am a talentless husk of a human

wait okay if you put on an oldies (70s, 80s, 90s) station there's a good chance i can name whichever song is playing and the artist within 10 seconds of the song starting

9) where were you born?

small city in southern canada (love how im vague about it despite actively screaming about my location at all times in my tags lmao)

10) what are your hobbies?

reading, listening to music, letter writing, film photography, thrift shopping

11) do you have any pets?

my dog echo!!!!!

12) what sports do you play/have you played?

uh im a loser face all i do is ski lol i used to swim and do martial arts

13) how tall are you?

5'6¾"

14) favourite subject in school?

i loved music (band and strings) and english

15) dream job?

i think im obligated to go 'paralegal' cuz that's what im taking but also law clerk, legal assistant, and in a dream world i could do acting or something. i did a play after a longgggg time of not doing drama stuff and i missed it so much. i also did a bit of acting in short films and i had a BLAST

uh i tag @ahorsenamedcoldair @saifey and @pidgiebread hell yeah