#new money reader

[laceswan]

Headcannons for Tenya Iida x new money!ballerina!reader

(As someone who comes from new money)

Meeting and Confession

⁃ They met at a nutcracker show. Tenya was there with his family, but he stayed behind to meet the dewdrop that caught his eye. They exchanged numbers that day, and became friends.

⁃ Fun fact, Tenya saved her in his phone as Dewdrop, and it ends up being her nickname.

⁃ Both of them have very busy schedules, so in-person meetings are infrequent.

⁃ The feelings became apparent when there was a villain attack across the street from her company building. She was in rehearsal, which paused to watch through the window. She saw his costume zipping around and helping people, and then he disappeared inside the building.

⁃ She didn’t see him again before the smoke started digging up her field of vision. The villains had presumably started a fire, and as a precaution in the case of it spreading, rehearsal was cancelled and firefighters were called.

⁃ Most of the dancers went home, assured that the heroes would take care of it, and the company wouldn’t be in any danger. And that was what happened.

⁃ But (Y/n) stayed behind. There was a group of civilians gathering behind the barracks to watch, most of them watching to see if their loved ones survived, and she joined them.

⁃ The sun had set, but the fire kept everything just as bright.

⁃ Eventually, the smoke began to clear a bit, and she saw a familiar costume make its way through the smog.

⁃ People cheered, asked for autographs, journalists asked questions and pointed their cameras, but (Y/n) stood behind, waiting for the action to die down.

⁃ Once it did, and Tenya was clearly fatigued, she called out “Ingenium?”

⁃ He turned around, with a sudden change in demeanor, back to the heroic persona he embraced for interviews. That is, until her saw her.

⁃ “(Y/n)… why are you here?”

⁃ “I dance across the street.”

⁃ “A-are you hurt? You should be seeing a doctor, or going home if it’s not bad-“

⁃ She placed her hands on his arms, needing to stretch them out rather far, and in all honesty, he probably couldn’t feel it through his armor.

⁃ “Tenya. I’m fine. I’m came here to see if you were alright. Are you hurt?”

⁃ “Only a little. I’ll patch myself up when I get home.”

⁃ She shook her head a little and pulled on his gloved hands, leading him away from the crime scene that was not being cleaned up.

⁃ “Do you need to go back to the agency? Where do you keep your costume when you don’t wear it?”

⁃ “The agency. Why? Where are you leading me?”

⁃ “My car. You said you’d patch yourself up. That’s not happening. I’ll drive us to the agency, and then I’ll patch you up. Patching yourself up all alone is just so sad.”

⁃ He was too tired to refuse.

⁃ The car ride was silent. They got the agency, he took off his costume, and in his office, she found his first aid kit and began to clean and bandage his wounds. They said nothing.

⁃ The whole time, both of them were immersed in deep thought. Coincidentally, drawing the same conclusions.

⁃ As she finished the final wound, (Y/n) finally broke the everlasting silence.

⁃ “Tenya, I’ve been thinking.”

⁃ He turned his head to look at her.

⁃ “Hmm?”

⁃ “I was so worried when you disappeared into the building and didn’t come out. I didn’t think I could worry that much about someone. I’m so scared or losing you… and I think I know why.”

⁃ His mind toyed with the idea that it was what he had come to realise as well.

⁃ “What is it?”

⁃ “Before I tell you, promise you won’t run away?”

⁃ “Dewdrop, just tell me.”

⁃ She dropped her head, leaning into his shoulder a bit.

⁃ “I think I like you. A lot. And not just as a friend. If you don’t, we can still be friends, that ok. I-If you’re not ok with that, I guess-“

⁃ Now it was his turn to place his hands on either side of her, clutching her arms. She bolted upright to look at him.

⁃ “(Y/n). I’m not going anywhere. And I think I like you too.”

⁃ Her eyes widened, and she began to smile, which he soon followed. Soon it turned into cry-laughing, as (Y/n) returned to leaning into his shoulder.

⁃ “I was scared too. When I saw you there, there were so many questions, so many scenarios ran through my head and I… (Y/n) I want to keep you safe.”

⁃ Her laughing became more like crying, wetting the fabric on his shoulder.

⁃ “Dewdrop, what’s going on?”

⁃ “Nothing, is just been an emotionally taxing day. I’m tired.”

⁃ His hand reached up to remove the bobby pins and hairnet, and then brush through her hair with his fingers.

⁃ “It’s ok, you can relax. Sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

⁃ She lifted her head to look him in the eyes.

⁃ “You should too. You’ve had a hard day, you need to sleep.”

⁃ With no words, he stood up and walked over to the couch by the window of his office, pulling her along with him. He laid down and pulled her to lie on top of him. They fell asleep quickly, finally resting.

⁃ (Y/n) woke up that morning to the sound of typing. The light of day was still a pale blue, and she was alone on the couch, missing the warmth she fell asleep next to.

⁃ The office was neat, everything was organised and looked exactly in its place except for some bobby pins, a hairnet, and a hair tie which were placed at the corner of her desk.

⁃ She could see his back, wearing the same shirt as the night before, typing at his computer, presumably paperwork or answering emails.

⁃ “Tenya,”

⁃ Her voice was quiet, but he heard it loud and clear. He turned around in his chair.

⁃ “You’re awake.”

⁃ She nodded with a little smile.

⁃ “I don’t want you to feel unwelcome, but you should probably go home. That way you can change and all that before you need to go back to rehearsal.”

⁃ She stood up, gathering her things and making her way to the door. He walked her to her car, and like a gentleman, opened every door for her on the way. Before she got into her car, he gently tugged on her hand.

⁃ “(Y/n), I meant what I said last night. I’d love to take you out to dinner sometime.”

⁃ “That sounds wonderful.”

⁃ She left him with a kiss on the cheek and a bright smile.

As a Boyfriend

⁃ Tenya was a perfect boyfriend, mainly because he tried so hard to be.

⁃ He always made an effort to be there for her, support her career, plan regular dates that never became mundane.

⁃ But there was one thing that was hard for him.

⁃ He was naturally a bit stiff, it was hard for him to relax unless he truly didn’t have the energy to maintain his usual rigidity.

⁃ And through that, he rarely confided in her. Almost never did he look to her for comfort, as he always wanted to be the one there for her, the one keeping her safe.

⁃ She did eventually confront him about it, and it wasn’t an immediate change, but he began working on it.

⁃ Cuddles with him were incredible. His body runs warm, and he’s got a rather large frame, meaning that whenever they cuddled, (Y/n) would end up nestled into him. Even if he understood cognitively that she could handle herself, it made him so happy to be holding her, keeping her safe.

⁃ In terms of gifts, they would run on the expensive side. He runs a hero agency, he’s wealthy, as is his family.

⁃ Whenever (Y/n) mentioned something that interested her, regardless of price, he’s find a way to get it. Within reason of course, but that reason included designer items.

⁃ This was a shock to her, it made her feel high maintenance and vain. And she told him that, to which he assured that it was his choice, not something he felt obligated to do.

⁃ One time, he paid for a new pair of pointe shoes, custom dyed so that she wouldn’t have to lose half a bottle of foundation to make it match her skin tone. That was probably the sweetest gift her got her.

Meeting the family

⁃ Tenya’s family is rich, and it’s been like that for a long time. There are traditions, some of which have been left in the past, and others that are maintained, whether they be explicitly stated or not.

⁃ For example, his parents don’t super care who he ends up with, so long as they aren’t a gold digger, and have a moderately successful life.

⁃ (Y/n) made jokes about coming from money, but her upbringing never would have prepared her for the family she met.

⁃ They didn’t have an estate or anything like that, but it was certainly a mansion.

⁃ His family was nice, but there was an undercurrent of caution throughout the dinner.

⁃ When they were alone, (Y/n) asked what was going on.

⁃ “Almost everyone in this family has, at one point or another, been the object of false affection because someone wanted the money we have.”

⁃ That had never even occurred to her. No one had ever warned her about that, she’d never had experience with that, largely because she didn’t flaunt her wealth much. She wore nice clothes and carried herself well, but never did she think that someone was interested in her because of the life she had.

⁃ But it certainly made sense. After that conversation, (Y/n) tried even harder to show that her intentions were true, and that she really loved Tenya.

⁃ The family legacy was another thing she found a bit jarring when she got closer to the family. Family was a big part of his life, taking on the mantle of Ingenium mattered perhaps more than anything else to him.

⁃ Even though they didn’t say it outright or mean to, she could tell the pressure came from his parents.

⁃ When he was having a bad day, there were a bunch of little phrases she would say in the midst of comforting him.

⁃ The one that always made him melt and love her more than ever was:

⁃ “I feel so safe with you, Ingenium or not.”

[saintsir4n]

BRAND NEW SALTBURN STORY OUT ON MY WATTPAD ACCOUNT

[incorrectnanamixreader]

kento: tsk, shut up gojo i'm not spoiling anyone-

y/n: baby can i buy this plushie please

kento: of course my dearest here take the money you need

gojo: you were saying?

[empty-fantasies]

Grant Me Solace

Chrome, a vampire residing in a lonesome castle, learns that there are no coincidences in the world.

Characters Included: Chrome

gn!reader, vampire!chrome w/ a surprise twist, maybe slight angst if you squint

Chrome never expected to find a human within this empty castle. One so brave to dare even step foot alone within what could be their final resting place.

You were quite the peculiar mortal. One filled with surprises that even had him wary at first. For all Chrome knew, you certainly could have been one of those famed vampire hunters faking a naive front to lower his guard. Often times, he found himself being a little too forgiving, only to pay the price later on. Yet, you continued to prove him wrong the longer you insisted on getting to know him by “sticking around.” Chrome wasn’t exactly sure of your motives nor did your answers ever help his growing predicament.

It began with a simple thought. A what-if question that soon began to plague every corner of Chrome’s mind. It was a coincidence in his mind. A lost fable in which he played as an actor strung up on stage, mocked by fate and time. A vampire doesn’t just lose their heart out of the blue. It is given to a past lover, one who would bare witness to his fate and decide his ending; to cut the strings to free him or to run away, leaving him in the cold shadows. Years and years, they’ll reincarnate with it, searching for their vampiric half, only to fall victim to tragedy. It was a simple thought at first. Simple, until he realized that there are no coincidences in the world.

Chrome, the rumored vampire who would scare off any poor villager that seeks his “help.” Unwilling to bend his will to grant their selfish wishes for so-called sweet immortality. He has fell victim one too many times to desperate pleas.

Chrome, the vampire who wouldn’t dare entertain mortals anyways, fearing that he may grow fond of one some day and be forced to face the cruel reality he has already seen many times before. Time is nothing but his enemy; one that taunts him over and over again as he remains forever stuck in one place while the world around him moves forward.

Chrome, the vampire who lost his heart long ago when the flames ravaged it, was beginning to realize something he wished he never did when your hand had firmly grasped one of his in an attempt to keep him from going out. The way your grip remained firm on his cold skin, eyes pleading to think twice.

And twice he did think. All because he refused to face the harsh truth.

Chrome nearly broke his composure when it finally dawned on him what this unfamiliar warmth was and why it sprung forth in your presence. He recoiled from your touch, hand covering the lower half of his face as his eyebrows scrunched in confusion. Crimson hues wavered as he watched your hand extend forward once more, hesitating before dropping to your side in defeat. He was certain. Surely, that’s what it was. A cruel trick played by the hand of fate. For all theses years he has been wandering since that day, he never expected it to be you.

“It’s you,” Chrome sighed out. A whisper escaping as he grabbed your hand, fingers easily finding your pulse before he gently guided it to his chest. Though he had no pulse of his own, surely you’d get the idea that he concluded when you finally made your confession.

“You, who holds the remnants of my heart. It’s you that would eventually drive the stake through it, be it for heroism or for tragedy.”

For heroism or tragedy, it is up to you; bemused if you have befriended a lonesome immortal with the mannerisms of a practiced gentleman who attended many parties or a bloodthirsty monster who had tossed his future aside, unwilling to let you or him cross that thin line of romance.

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Adventure ↠ Dean x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.6k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Summary » Platonic/Romantic, Fluff

“We’re headed to Vegas, darling! You and I are gonna make a name for ourselves. Stars in the center of the wastes!” Dean never seemed to stop talking in the few weeks you'd been traveling with him. He'd just go on and on about what he wanted the future to hold, and currently, he wanted the end to hold both of your names in neon signs and spotted lights. As lovely as it sounded, you weren't exactly one for big crowds and fancy stages, you'd instead want to do something backstage.

"Vegas? I thought you let go of your 'getting rich' obsession."

"I let go of the Madre, not my career." He retorted, brushing the dust and sand off of his suit. "Besides, we're gonna need somewhere other than a shed to sleep in if we want to continue living out here."

"We?" You repeated, smiling teasingly at the ghoul, "Don't say things like that too loud, people might talk."

His eyes flicked over the rim of his glasses, meeting your own momentarily, "So what? Would that really be so bad?"

You shrugged, noting the shift of tone in his voice as he spoke, "Depends, what kind of reputation do you want to uphold?"

He chuckled, "Let me worry about that, dear, I've got most everything worked out."

"Oh yeah?" You said, curiosity dripping from your speech, "What's the plan for when we make it to Vegas?"

"I'll get myself a job, of course! Be an entertainer in one of the casinos and you could do―well, whatever you do best, I suppose."

Whatever you do best? A bodyguard perhaps? You're pretty decent with a rifle, and you made it out of the Madre alive, didn't you? You could act as a hired gun around the surrounding towns while Dean made a name for himself. Yeah, you decided, that'd work out just fine with you.

"Sure, just don't forget about me when you’re famous." You joked. Well, it came out as a joke, but it was something you were genuinely concerned about, you just didn't know how else to bring it up in conversation.

"Forget about you? No, my dear, I couldn't! It's too late for that! So far, you're the only person I've got! Besides, you're too capable for me to simply hire a hit. No, I'd much prefer that you and I were on good terms, from now until we part to our graves." It wasn't the best response you could've gotten, but it answered your question and gave you a slight surge of confidence in the process.

"Alright, Dean, let's go get rich!" You proclaimed, punching his shoulder.

This certainly wasn't what you thought you'd be doing once you escaped, but it wasn't entirely unwanted. The strange relationship you had with the lounge singer could work out nicely if the two of you compromised with each other and worked hand in hand.

Despite what Dean preached, you weren't sure what your future would hold. Everything here with Dean would continue to be one grand adventure―a chance into the unknown with the unknown, but that was all a part of it, wasn't it? If the two of you wanted to begin again you had to let go of the things you found familiar. It was all a part of this unique journey you both decided to trail behind. The biggest difference in the scheme of it all was that now you’d both have someone to fall back on―a plan B so to speak. Someone that you had shared a part of your history with. You had to admit, you were a little excited about what Vegas had in store for you both.

[elevenfifths]

i’m so tired of being tired.

and i’m so tired of shit hitting the fan.

fucking contract ended so i’m unemployed with no job prospects.

drove two hours south to drop off a wheel chair and, on the return home, my engine blew a heater hose and in the process overheated and cracks the head gasket which means an engine replacement which means money which i don’t have.

fuck me dude.

i just. i can’t do it anymore.

[andimoon]

Unknown Thoughts (Part 1)

Genre: Angst / Fluff / Romance / Eventual Smut

Warnings: Angst and mild depictions of depression.

Word count: 1.9k

Prologue

Through the darkness Ginger heard a muffled voice, was it a woman? Her head was hazy, the sharp sting of a migraine taunted her as the voice grew louder, “Ise… Eloise!” that name sounded so familiar but the headache stopped any thought in its tracks, “Eloise!” Was this woman calling her? But her name wasn’t Eloise. Was she still alive? With a gasp Ginger sat up, a woman with long brown hair sat in front of her on a large bed. Her green eyes fixed on Ginger with worry, “You’re awake, thank the gods. Are you alright? Wait, let me get the doctor.”

She was awake? Not only that, she was in such a nice place. “Am I dead?” Her voice came out in a small shutter and Ginger took note of how different she sounded. Had she been hurt that badly? Finally daring to get a good look around as the unknown woman ran to talk to someone beyond the chamber’s door. The furniture looked like that in a historical drama she’d seen on tv. Nothing modern but still beautiful. Her clothes stuck to her skin in an uncomfortable sweat and her heart raced, her head ached. “What happened? Did I get run over?” She must be in some kind of hospital.

 When the relieved green eyes met Ginger’s gaze once more Ginger felt nauseating fear fill her body, her fingers trembling as she drew her knees close to her chest. What if this woman was responsible for almost killing her? “Who are you? Where am I?” The woman faltered at her questions and what looked like sadness filled her gaze. She opened her mouth to speak when the doctor ran into the room and straight to Ginger, checking up on her condition.

She called me Eloise.. Why does that name sound so familiar?

Wait, isn’t that the name of the main character in Rise of Bliss?

That confirmation came when the doctor was speaking with the woman at the door after finishing his inspection, the woman he addressed as Lady Ruell. Vivian Ruell, the fiancee of the male lead in Rise of Bliss. Eloise’s love rival and the villain of the story. Eloise was Vivian’s maid and the Lady was understandably upset by Eloise’s advancements on her fiance. Ginger always agreed with Vivian’s actions in the book even if they were against the protagonists. She lost everything to her maid, anyone would be upset. When they were left alone again, Vivian turned her attention back to Ginger who visibly flinched on the bed, the softest smile on the brunette's lips, “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

The book always described Vivian as a harsh woman with a short temper, but it said briefly that Vivian and Eloise had once been close, as the maid was the person Vivian trusted most in the world. Her best friend. Not only that, Vivian gave up some of her lifetime for Eloise to live past her own. Which made her betrayal all the worse. Ginger saw Vivan with admiration, but with her reputation, this moment left Ginger with fear and queasiness. How far were they in the book? Was this that moment? Was Eloise supposed to die? Is that why Ginger was here? As a second chance? “Eloise,” the woman spoke softly and eased back onto the soft mattress next to Ginger, “Do you remember me? My name is Vivian Ruell.” 

Should she play along? Would Vivian kill her if she told her the truth? That her best friend was gone and a stranger took her place. She was never a good actress, not to mention she couldn’t imagine living as someone else. She might not have had the strongest self-esteem, but the risk of losing herself to a fictional character.. ‘Would that really be that bad? Living as someone else. Someone better, who will accomplish a lot. Someone stronger.’

Her chest ached at the thought, but was unable to find a reason against it. She had the chance to be the main character she always wanted to be. At the cost of who she truly was, but she was no one anyway.

“I,” her voice sounded so small, Ginger found herself wanting to cry, “I remember you.” Emerald eyes so warm and glistening with tears as the woman pulled Ginger into a hug.

“I’m so glad,” She held Ginger so tightly. The same way her sister used to hold her when she was afraid. The thought broke her heart and she couldn’t stop the weeps as they came flooding out. Mourning her life, her family and friends. Herself.

Resenting whatever cruel entity had done this to her, Ginger cried for days. She tried to resume Eloise’s daily tasks, she tried to care for Vivian as she was supposed to, but the Lady reminded her so much of her sister every single day. She missed her. She missed her parents. Her barista. “Eloise?” The brunette’s gentle voice drew Ginger out of her thoughts. Locks of brown hair halfway combed through a brush. She had stopped working, a recurring problem she had as Ginger struggled to keep up with Eloise’s occupation throughout the last week.

“Yes? M-My lady?”

“What did you say?” Vivian instantly turned around to face Ginger, confused and.. Angry? “Why would you call me that?” Had she offended her in some way? She took a step back, chest tightening at the aggressive tone Vivian took. She knew. She knew Ginger was a fraud. Would she hurt her? With a small sigh and a retreat back into her seat, Vivian’s voice softened, “I’m sorry… Just... After all we’ve been through, please call me Vivian.”

“... I’m sorry… Vivian.” 

Another soft sigh and the Lady gazed at her maid through the vanity mirror, “How have you been holding up since the Transfering? If you need to rest, you know you have a comfortable place to do so.” The noble woman’s offer had been placed multiple times before, but sitting alone in a large room with nothing but her thoughts and her memories. It was a recipe for disaster. 

The Transfering she spoke of was a type of procedure available in this world. Every person is born with a number embedded in their skin, the number of the age they will pass away at. Eloise had been born with a simple ‘19’ while Vivian had been given ‘96.’ After growing up together and being so close, Vivian had given up some of her long life for Eloise to live for another 30 years. A decision she comes to regret by the end of Rise of Bliss. 

“Thank you, my–” her gaze hardened in the mirror and Ginger swallowed down the last of the title in fear, “Vivian. But I prefer having something to do.” The protagonist’s voice was often so much softer than Ginger’s voice used to be, even for someone as shy as her. This world was so quiet, so cold and looming. The only semblance of warmth came from Vivian when Ginger was on her good side. Silence filled the room as Ginger continued brushing the Lady’s hair.

“If that’s the case, I want you to come with me today, Eloise.”

The morning passed so quickly and before she realized what had happened, Ginger was sitting beside a dolled up Vivian in a carriage on their way to god knows where. To her own surprise, despite being a maid, Eloise didn’t need to work as hard as the other staff. Maybe it was because she was supposed to be recovering or maybe it was a benefit of being Vivian’s best friend. Regardless, Ginger appreciated the leeway and was able to get a good look at this world for the first time since she arrived, and it was breathtaking.

 A world yet unknown to pollutants and humanity’s cruelty. So green and so alive. The view had a way of calming every thought running in Ginger’s mind, it reminded her so much of her hometown. She now regretted not visiting when she could. “It’s beautiful. It’s been so long since I went to the countryside.” 

“What do you mean? We came here less than a month ago, Eloise,” Her voice lowered just above a whisper, “Are you still having laps in memory since the Transfering?” It was an excuse Ginger used to get away with not having any of Eloise’s memories, but enough knowledge about this world she got thrust into. Or at least what this world would become in the future. She couldn’t bring herself to lie to Vivian so she simply nodded. “Do you know where we’re going?” another small headshake and the noble sighed softly, “We’re going to see Duke Do. He’s an old friend of mine.” 

The Duke. He was the childhood companion of Lady Ruell and Prince Byun, a big brother figure for Vivian and the only character in the book to take her side as the villain. He was described to be stone faced and bitterly straightforward, but other than that Ginger knew very little about him. Her insides burned and her stomach churned as they neared the castle-like estate, rows of staff stood bowing and waiting like mannequins at the entrance. It could hardly be called a house as they were escorted through the halls into a nearby drawing room, nothing but few paintings decorated the elevated walls and their footsteps echoed loudly on the marble floors. She felt so small and insignificant in that manner. Ginger definitely didn’t belong there, but she did her best to hide her unease. Any action she made or didn’t make would reflect on Vivian.

“Your Grace, Lady Ruell is here to see you.”

“Let her in.” His voice was deep and rich. Even muffled by the giant doors, it gave Ginger a sense of familiarity and she lowered her eyes to the ground as she followed Vivian into the room, too afraid to look as they entered. Their greetings were formal yet, it felt different from everything else Ginger had experienced. There was a sense of comfort as the noblewoman took a seat across from the duke. “Miss Eloise. It’s so nice to see you’re doing well.” His voice was prominent and her name sounded lovely coming from his lips. With the urge to finally look at his face came a wave of something she couldn’t describe, as she locked with those familiar brown eyes and the softest smile on his lips. He looked exactly like her sweet barista, so calm and confident and gentle.

The wonderful image was quickly destroyed as her last memories of his face haunted her vision. The fear on his face as he held her in his arms during her final moments. Ginger couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, and the room fell silent. Unable to stop the tears as they ran down her face or the quiet sobs that left her lips and she rushed to cover her face. Lady Vivian quickly rushed to her side, holding her, “Eloise? Are you alright?”

This was a cruel joke her mind was playing on her. There was no way he could be there with her. It was her subconscious dying to see him one last time. That had to be it. She needed to get a hold of herself. Vivian held her as Ginger rushed to get ahold of herself. He wasn’t who she thought he was. He was fake, a character in a book. 

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[diabratz]

what do u fucking mean i can look @ what the om men are doing @ work,,, when was this feature added ⁉️

[hotheadedhero]

Me trying to get more writing done before I'm due to go to Northern Ireland on Wednesday

Me also struggling to do said writing because my laptop keeps spamming 6's

I'm running on the theory that I'm being haunted by the devil

Please, Satan, just let me write my turtle fanfiction in peace

[scorpionwins]

i love writing my mechanic sweet pea and illegal races 60s au despite knowing NOTHING abt cars

. all I KNOW is that Cheryl is definetly a secret racer and her devil red Chevrolet makes these boys eat dust

[angelamariaxo]

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[posts-from-employee-427]

STanley, do you like tea, maybe coffee, if so what kind?

I love tea so much hold on I have to talk about it in the tags or this is going to be a block of text

[lordsardine]

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[caruliaa]

it is soo crawzy how i tihnk other than the joy of gift+money for eid nd homebrewing my 3ds april and may have been hitting me rocks repeatidly like ok.