#ya gurl survived another day another week

[quietblissxx]

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[butterpony100]

Ok ok listen

I love sidlink

But I also love Yona

The solution: Poly.

AU TIME BABYYY

It’s mentioned that Link and his father visited zoras domain previously when he was younger. The gist of this au is that around that time, Yona was also visiting the domain and meeting sidon for the first time, and the two would be told about how they would get married one day. Well I think the two of them absolutely clashed on their first meeting, with Sidon being reckless and a bit slow witted while Yona being a lot more careful and forward thinking. Then they both individually meet a tiny link in their own circumstances and, like kids do, both declared that they wanted to marry link instead. All of the adults were like “ehhhhh age difference makes this hella weird” so they convince the kids to instead make promises bracelets to signify “friendship”. The lil bracelets are styled like normal zora jewelry with a scale from both sidon and Yona, along with a sapphire to signify link. They keep in touch and get along well over the years until the calamity and Yona and Sidon never actually find out what happened to link. After a while, they both forget his face and name, with only the gem on their bracelets to show that they had another part of them. When link wakes up, Zelda was forward thinking enough to leave the bracelet with his belongings in the shrine of resurrection since ya gurl knew how important it was to him (zelda is aroace fight me on this if you dare) when he wakes up he knows the bracelet is important but just can’t remember what for. He wears it anyway. Eventually he arrived at zoras domain on his quest for the divine beasts. Sidon vaugly recognized him, but didn’t mention anything until his father confirmed it. He was originally excited until learning of links amnesia. Obvi he’s disappointed, but he hopes that links journey across hyrule and meeting with the champions would help restore him memories. He leave link with a kiss on the forehead as a promise and a prayer for the three of them to be together again. After link leaves, Sidon obviously sends for Yona who had about the same reaction. Link continues his journey slowly regaining his memories until ganon is finally defeated. There, meeting with zelda again and the darkness over hyrule finally being cleaned, a lot of his memories return to him. Ofc he spends time helping zelda get adjusted but the moment he has some free time, zelda turns around and is like “look, I know for a fact your dying not go see your boyfriend and girlfriend, I survived in that castle alone for a hundred years, I can last like a week.” (Zelda is the goat). And then link giddyly hops on a horse and heads to the domain where he reunited with Yona and sidon. From there they re-establish their relationship and over the 7ish time skip between BOTW and TOTK, they all get engaged. (And then TOTK happens uhoh) AND THATS ALL I GOT RN SORRY FOR THE ESSAY OF G A Y

[queenofbaws]

well hey guys! ya gurl's on day 2 of dealing with Bullshit Doctor's Office Bullshit, and because of this, my mood? PRETTY RANK!!! my productivity, however? PRETTY INTENSE!!! so while i'm riding this high of white-hot fury and crossed-off to-do list items, here's another sneak peek of something i'm cookin' up.

(get it? cookin' up? cuz it's...cuz it's the...it's the crepes...? get it? you get it.)

Assuming his usual panache, Josh threw his arms into the air. If he couldn’t appeal to Sam’s sense of reason, maybe he still had a shot charming her past her doubts. It’d worked before—hell, she was dating him, wasn’t she? “Lots of reasons this shit happened in the old days, Sammy. Lots. Usually it came down to funding, like Mr. and Mrs. Moneybags, the oh-so-generous and independently wealthy donors kicked it and left all their money to their cats. Or they realized their cash was essentially being funneled into the docs’ pockets so they bailed. But I mean, it was the 50’s. Maybe they lost interest in TB, maybe they got real interested in the Cold War, maybe—”

“Oh God.” The dip in Ashley’s voice told him this was really going to be a long day. “What if there was some kind of outbreak? What if it killed everyone and the building just got shut down for safety reasons?! If they didn’t want people going in, they just wouldn’t report anything…they’d hope everyone would…I don’t know, forget. I…how long does TB last outside of a body?!”

Sam swiveled her head towards him, her eyebrows high.

“An outbreak.” Josh repeated. “Of tuberculosis. That killed everyone. Overnight.”

Chris gasped. “Super TB.”

He was not helping.

anyway, i sure hope all of you out there are surviving this week, and NOT playing phone tag with three different doctors offices at once. if you ARE, though...hey, let's make a club, maybe. make t-shirts. pins. funny little hats. ;P

hang in there!!!

[romeulusroy]

Blood Sport (Bonnie Gold Oneshot)

Character/s: Bonnie

Word Count: 1,249

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @myriadimagines @lilyswritings @encounterthepast @death-of-a-mermaid @lotsoffandomimagines @woahitslucyylu @obsessedunicorn24​ @thedarkqueenofavalon​ @fangirlsarah16​

A/N: So, I don’t actually write for Bonnie in general as a character, but he was the only character I could come up with a relative idea to write for :) Burnout has not been kind to ya gurl. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more insecure about my fics and ideas and plots, but I am happy to report I really like this! Dare I say proud? Ahh I say it, I’m really proud!!! It turned out better than I expected, especially after a week of agonizing over every little word I wrote. I love how this turned out, I’m incredibly proud of the outcome, and I think it’s a wonderful way to come back from being so frustrated and exhausted from writing! I hope you like it as much as I do! Feedback is always appreciated! 💜💖💜

FIC MASTERLIST PART ONE. / PART TWO.

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A boy who spoke in fists, in split knuckles and bloody noses. His smiles, though bright, contagious, endearing, were often glazed in red, iron on his breath, in his words and wishes. Bruises too beautiful to hurt, too delicate to rupture, staining, painting his skin. Not a piece of him safe, not a piece of him untouched. He was a broken figurine, put back together over and over again only to be knocked off a ledge, dropped, discarded, left to shatter, scatter. There was a difference though. Watching a figurine crack, shed a tear, smile through the pain, that was bearable. Watching him in the ring, dueling, dancing, surviving, spitting his own teeth at his feet, his eyes rolling in the back of his head, it was unbearable. You felt every sting, every blow, flinching with every move, your cries hidden beneath the jeers and quips at the boys fighting. They weren't people anymore, but mindless entertainment, a show to profit from, just another casualty in the ring. By the end of the match your head was pounding, pulsing with the cheers of the crowd.

The air came alive in a place like this. It drew people in with its animalistic ways, reverting back to predator and prey, the pack mentality. Screaming, shouting, loosening their ties, their top buttons, relaxing in a place that valued the lack of civilization, forgetting that their words had power. You weren't sure what you'd been doing there in the first place. The very idea repulsed you. Throwing their paychecks away, the same paper and coins that put food on their families tables, betting on the least lethargic looking body. Baby faced boys, too hungry for power, for a pedestal, anything to bring them up in the world. You found an empty place in the back, farthest away from the scene, striking up a conversation with a dark eyed boy, paler than the full moon. He'd watch how you'd grimaced, shielding your eyes, turning away, praying that the bell would ring, that this would all be over soon. But it wasn't. He knew by the looks of the fighters, the pressure they were under, one of them would have to die before they waved their white flag.

He urged you outside, following along, questioning why you were there if you knew what was going to happen. Maybe it was a twisted sense of curiosity, a wonder you'd never hush unless you saw it, felt it or yourself. Maybe it was a lack of understanding, needing to know the appeal before you could write it off, ignore it until it lost its charm. He listened carefully, nodding along, taking your words in with every inhale. He didn't defend like so many others had, arguing with your view, willing you to see it in another light. This boy, with his quiet, understanding demeanor, was open to your ideas, picking apart your thoughts, wanting to see everything inside them. You wanted to know what he was doing there, why he decided to stray, to talk, instead of join in on all the fun, but the bell interrupted you, an older man too, calling for him. He left you with a wink and a promise: he'd be here tomorrow night too, if you wanted to see him again. A voice he followed, slipping into the mass as if he'd never even left, the man repeating one name: Bonnie.

You never knew he was one of them, a boy tied to the rope in a burning ring. You saw him night after night, always in the dark, always at the same time. It was his only way of hiding the evidence. He fought in the light, the daytime, the sun streaming across his bare back, rays across his thin shoulders, holding him up when he threatened to fall. Every time he stepped up, his father's words clearest of all, urging him to win, to kill, he couldn't stop thinking about what you said. Was this all a kind of carnage? Tame enough for the masses, but only for those with the acquired taste for blood? It didn't stop him. He loved what he did, he put everything into it, but it made him question the sport more than he ever expected. He didn't want to tell you what he did when the sun came up. He couldn't bear the thought of you seeing him differently, judging him, putting him in the same category as the rest of them. He liked the person you made him, a boy of stars, of quiet, contemplative conversation and unbroken promises. Nights full of flirting, of an easy kind of love that felt as natural to him as breathing. Your days full, busy, asking too much, demanding even more, expecting you too change too conform, but the night was just for the two of you. It was the best part of his day, the thing that kept him going.

Bonnie didn't want to spoil what you had together.

You weren't mad. You couldn't be. You'd caught on naturally. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, no matter how many stories he could string together, your eyes were attentive. Sometimes he walked with a limp, or winced when you held his hand, his knuckles broken. Some night too dizzy, too tired to stand, taking ease in the dirt and rocks despite the discomfort. The night he told you his eye was swollen shut, screaming in a dark purple tone. He realized nothing from a mundane life could explain this. He had to come clean. You assured him, no matter what, nothing would ever change the way you felt about him. You didn't like it, you didn't understand it, but you would never, ever make him choose between his dreams and you. It would be unfair, it would be manipulative, none of which you were willing to resort to. Bonnie, your golden boy, thanked you, laughing, relieved, putting up with the pain in his jaw to kiss you. You made one condition though, that the next fight he was in you'd get to see. He was hesitant, fearful. There was a difference between describing it and living it. But he agreed, wanting no more secrets between you.

That fight, the anticipation, the raw reality of what was about to happen, it got to you. It made your chest tighten, your hands shake, your thoughts go to the darkest of places. He found you right before, his shorts on, gloves around his hands. You couldn't grab his hands the way you did, rubbing his fingers, making sure he was really there, really that close. Bonnie watched your own worries gnaw at you, eat you alive. He had to do something to reassure you, even in the ring, that he would be okay. Like that fist night, he made a promise with a wink. If he went down, he'd look to you, show you that he was alright. Ignore the blood, ignore the cuts and bumps and wounds. If he winked, he was okay. From then on, that's what he did. No matter how many you attended for him, excited to see him grow as a boxer, the atmosphere still got to you. You still winced, you yelped and screamed at the thud of his body going down, crying out when his eyes closed, but he always pulled himself together, knowing exactly where you were in the crowd. No matter what, he never broke his promise.

[perspective-series]

Thomas Perspective (9/19)

By: @arc852 and @hiddendreamer67

Warnings: Unwanted touching, demeaning treatment

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Virgil basically rushed into his apartment, eager to get back to earning Thomas’ trust. Virgil steadied his breathing, trying to look cool and collected despite the fact he had sprinted into the building. 

“Hey, I’m back.” Virgil smirked, coming into the bedroom. However, Virgil’s face fell the moment he noticed the cage door was swung open.

Cursing to himself, Virgil came over to inspect the scene of the crime. Briefly Virgil thought Thomas had escaped on his own, but that wouldn’t make sense. If Thomas could open the door, why did he wait throughout the night?

He’s scared of you. Virgil’s mind reminded him. He had to be sure you wouldn’t stop him.

Virgil winced at his thoughts, trying to come up with any other solution. Thomas had promised to stay a week, right? That had to account for something. Unless Thomas was just as bad as humans.

Speaking of humans...Virgil’s eyes widened, remembering what day it was. Monday. Roman was coming over today for some prop supplies.

Virgil cursed to himself again, trying to remember Roman’s schedule. All he could think about was how scared Thomas must be; Roman wasn’t exactly careful. 

“What time is it?” Virgil muttered to himself, running through his best friend’s schedule as he glanced at his phone for the time. 4:53. So...by now, Roman would be out of class, and heading to rehearsal. Virgil groaned, grabbing his coat and heading back out to his car. He always hated dealing with Roman’s theater friends. The whole group was far too...extra. 

“VIRGIL!” Immediately Virgil was greeted by the worst of these drama kids, Remy. The techie threw his arm around Virgil’s shoulders, making him cringe. “Gurl, where you been?”

“Home.” Virgil said curtly, removing Remy’s arm. “Where’s Roman? I need to speak with him.”

“Roman?” Remy put his arm back, guiding the uncomfortably anxious teen down the hall. “Yeah, he’s down this way. He’s just about to show us something.”

Virgil paled significantly, beginning to sweat with nerves. Remy seemed not to notice, sipping on his frappuccino as he all but shoved Virgil into one of the music rooms. There Roman stood, surrounded by a small crowd of theatre majors.

“And this,” Roman paused for dramatic affect, baiting the audience, “is my rendition of a one-man bohemian rhapsody.” 

Virgil let out a small sigh of relief, realizing Roman was just showing off more of his drama crap. At least Thomas was safe. Well, hopefully safe.

“...Virgil?” All eyes turned to the emo as Roman’s performance paused, the actor frowning at Virgil in confusion. “What are you doing here?” 

“I need to talk to you.” Virgil said through gritted teeth. Realizing he was indeed in trouble, Roman excused himself from the crowd. 

“What is it?” Roman asked.

“I need to talk to you, alone.” Virgil roughly grabbed Roman’s arm, heading into a classroom at random. He spoke in whispers, knowing some students were probably pressed against the other side of the door, listening. “Where’s Thomas?”

“Thomas?” Roman whispered, looking confused.

“I know you know.” Virgil held his hands together to indicate the borrower’s height. “Thomas.”

“...Oh!” Roman’s eyes widened in realization, and Virgil quickly shushed him.

“Yes, Thomas.” Virgil repeated, getting agitated. “Where is he.” 

“Why, he’s right here.” Roman quickly assured him, reaching for his pocket before feeling it was empty. “...or not.”

“What!” Virgil hissed. 

“Don’t panic!” Roman flinched, already bringing his arms up to protect his face. His mind began to race. “I...I know where he is!” Roman’s eyes widened, realizing that was true.

“Well, where is he?” Virgil demanded.

“I, um…” Roman’s face turned a bright red in embarrassment. “I...may have forgotten him. At school.”

Virgil blinked, his rage taking a moment to manifest itself.

“HOW DO YOU FORGET A PERSON!” Virgil yelled, forgetting the listening ears on the other side of the door. 

“Look, we can talk about my faults later!” Roman backed up a few steps towards the door, chuckling nervously. “Let’s focus on getting Thomas back, alright?” He opened the door, dashing out towards the parking lot. 

“Romaaaan!” Virgil yelled, heading after his friend and ignoring the students who were trying to act inconspicuous around the door frame.

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 It was strange how quiet Logan was being. He was used to humans being all up in his personal space, asking him questions and what not. But Logan was just sitting at his desk, invested in whatever he had up on the computer. Thomas himself was still on the bed, resting like Logan had told him to do.

 ...But wouldn’t this be the perfect opportunity to escape? Logan was distracted, having not even glanced at Thomas for a solid twenty minutes. And he wasn't trapped either. Which probably meant Logan thought he was too injured to do much of anything. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case.

 Thomas quickly stood up and slid of the pillow before heading towards the side of the bed. Sending another glance towards Logan, just to make sure he was still distracted, he started climbing down the sheets. 

 Unlike when he tried escaping with Virgil or Roman, there was no yell of surprise or thudding footsteps. Thomas was free to run underneath the bed and towards his exit. He grinned as he entered the walls. He was free.

 Now to get packing so he could get the heck out of there.

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It was almost an hour later when Logan’s phone alarm went off, signaling it was time to take a break and eat dinner. Logan stretched out his arms, letting out a small groan. He looked over at the pillow, debating which of his three dietary plans they should follow tonight.

…

“Thomas?”

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 Thomas, as he was packing up to leave the building, realized that he would need at least some food for the long journey. And he was unfortunately out of that. He really didn’t want to go back out in the open but he needed food or he wouldn’t survive the journey. 

 He definitely wasn’t going back to Virgil, Roman, or Logan’s apartment. But there was still one apartment left. Patton’s. If he just went for a quick borrowing, he should be just fine.

 With a plan in mind, Thomas walked until he was at the exit he knew led into Patton’s apartment. Taking a deep breath, he went out into the open, finding himself on the floor in the kitchen. He looked around, but when he didn’t see the human he wasted no time in running towards the counter and flinging his hook up. He started to climb.

Thomas really should have waited. Clearly today was just his unlucky day. There was a trembling in the ground that filled Thomas with dread, unable to do anything but pray he wasn’t spotted as he heard the human coming into the kitchen.

And then Patton gasped, dirty dinner dishes in hand as he took in the sight before him.

 Thomas tensed, stopping mid climb as he heard a loud gasp from behind him. He closed his eyes. Are you serious. 

 Well, Thomas was at a loss of what to do now, hanging there. He could either finish the climb or go back down, but either way it would be all to easy for the human to catch him. Still, he had to try. So, he decided to slide down.

Patton rushed over, tossing his dirty dishes in the sink before crouching down. He grabbed the string in one hand and reached for the creature with the other, pulling the string higher to make the task easier.

 No, no, no! Thomas looked around, seeing that he was being lifted higher as well as seeing the giant hand coming right for him. Not wanting to be grabbed, he pushed himself off of the string and jumped.

“Eep!” Patton let out a startled yelp, quickly going to catch the little guy. Thankfully he was successful, cupping his hands around and bringing it closer to his chest.

 Thomas squirmed in the new pair of hands, tired of being in them. “Let me go!” He yelled before shutting his mouth. He groaned, what was up with him and not being able to keep his stupid mouth shut?

“Y-you can talk!” Patton’s eyes widened, hands fumbling and almost dropping the person in surprise. Patton quickly readjusted his grip, bringing the little guy up to his face so he could see.

 Thomas winced, leaning away as Patton brought him closer. “Um...no I can’t.”

“Yes you can, I heard you!” Patton’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Wow, I can’t believe it! My name’s Patton by the way. I’ve never met a...well, what are you?”

 Thomas sighed, having expected that question after having heard it several times now. “I can’t say...but my name is Thomas.”

“It’s nice to meet ya, Thomas!” Patton reached out, gently shaking Thomas’ arm between his fingertips. Patton marveled at the feeling of tiny fingers atop his own.

 Thomas tensed as Patton took his arm between two fingers. He didn’t dare move, too scared that his arm would be broken or just straight up ripped off. “Yeah, right, but uh, Patton? Could you uh...let me go?” Thomas might as well get straight into it. Besides, Patton might actually listen to him. Out of everyone he watched, he always though Patton would be the one to listen to him.

Unfortunately, Patton seemed too involved in looking at Thomas’ arm to hear his question. 

“You are so cute!” Patton squealed, standing up.

 Thomas blinked, trying to ignore the bad feeling in his stomach. “P-Patton?”

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out!” Patton giggled, walking over towards the living room. Once he was sat on the couch Patton felt comfortable enough to twirl Thomas around in his fingers, pausing to feel how soft his hair was.

 Thomas yelped, not liking how he was being manhandled and then tried to duck away from the fingers on his head to no avail. “S-Stop!” He yelled, not able to do much else.

“Aww, it’s okay, little guy!” Patton hugged Thomas to his chest, almost smothering him. “I’ll take good care of you.”

 “W-What? No, no let me go!” Thomas started pushing against Patton’s chest. 

“It’s okay, I’ve got you~” Patton gently shushed the little guy, petting his back to help calm him down.

 Patton wasn’t listening to him. That wasn’t good. Out of all of them Thomas thought Patton would have listened to him the most. “P-Please…”

“There we go, that’s it.” Patton kept his voice soft as the struggles seemed to be lessening. “I’m not gonna hurtcha.”

 Thomas stopped and deflated, knowing there was no point in continuing to fight back if it yielded no results. He did believe that Patton wouldn’t hurt him, he had never seemed violent before, but Thomas was worried about something else. 

 Thomas had a feeling Patton saw him as nothing more than a pet. And that...wasn’t good. Thomas kept his head down, trying to keep his tears from falling. He should have never come here.

“Are you tired, lil’ guy?” Patton asked, noticing that Thomas had quieted down. 

 Thomas just shook his head. Well, maybe he was a little tired but he didn’t think he would be able to sleep right now if he tried.

“Hmm.” Patton pursed his lips thoughtfully, gently prying Thomas off his chest so that he could get a better look. “Are you hungry?” After all, the little guy had been in the kitchen.

 Thomas shrugged. He had just had food not to long ago but he could eat. He could at least get food out of this whole situation.

Patton brightened at the response, now excited to cook for this cutie. “Okay!” Patton held Thomas out in front of him, coming back to the kitchen. He cradled Thomas to his chest in one hand, using the other to open the fridge. “What would you like?”

 Thomas winced, shifting in the hand and wishing Patton would just put him down already. “I’m okay with anything.” He said quietly.

“Aw, that’s so sweet of you.” Patton said, pulling out some baby carrots. “So cooperative, it’s nice.”

 Thomas winced at how Patton was speaking to him. Driving home the point that the human saw him as nothing more than a pet. He squirmed some more. “Patton, could you at least put me down?”

“In a minute, kiddo.” Patton answered, closing the door with his elbow and heading back towards his bedroom.

 Thomas went from squirming to straight up struggling once again. He was tired of Patton not listening to him. “Put me down! Please!” 

“Okay, okay!” Patton hurried over to his bed, noticing Thomas getting squirmy again. He set Thomas down on one of the many pillows, holding out a baby carrot for him to grab.

 Thomas sighed, glad to finally be free of Patton’s grip but he flinched when Patton came at him with carrot. Watching Patton warily, Thomas slowly grabbed the the carrot from him and took a bite.

“That’s it, great job kiddo.” Patton looked pleased as he watched Thomas nibble on a carrot, already holding out another one.

 Thomas grit his teeth, hating the tone Patton was using with him. Without thinking much, he threw the carrot at Patton’s face.

“Ah!” Patton gasped, jolting back. His hand raised to where the carrot had hit his cheek. “...ow.” He said softly, more hurt emotionally than physically.

 Thomas froze, realizing what he had just done. He did his best to scoot back on the pillow, looking at Patton with fear.

“Why’d you do that?” Patton’s eyebrows furrowed, leaning forwards.

 Thomas bit his lip, deciding to be truthful. “I don’t like how you’re treating me.” Thomas explained as he leaned back.

“That’s no reason to throw things.” Patton frowned. “We use our words when we’re upset.”

 Thomas winced once again at the tone. “Okay, fine. I don’t like that you’re treating me like a-like a child.” For some reason, Thomas couldn’t bring himself to say pet but his point still stood.

Patton blinked. “I’m sorry kiddo, I’m just trying to be polite.”

 “I-I know. And thank you for the food and all but I’m not much older than you and can take care of myself.” Thomas tried to explain, holding out hope that Patton would understand where the others hadn’t.

“Aww, I’m sure you can.” Patton said reassuringly, bringing a hand over to rub Thomas’ back.

 Thomas tried to push the hand away. “I can.” Why did no one believe him?

“Of course.” Patton cooed, rubbing his hair one last time.

[how-to-survive-a-factory-tour]

How to Survive a Factory Tour - Chapter 2

A Sanders Sides / Charlie and the Chocolate Factory FanFiction

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I couldn’t open it.

I took Remy’s advice and bought a Wonka bar with the tip he gave me. But I felt awful about it... That money was supposed to be for Thomas! I know, I know, it didn’t cost much to buy a single bar of chocolate, but every cent counts. Especially since it’s highly unlikely that bar contains a ticket, so it was likely a waste.

So, here I am, back at work two days later, the unopened Wonka bar still sat in the fridge at home.

Who knows, maybe my mom or Thomas will find it and get a free treat. It would make me feel better than if I just ate it myself.

Suddenly, a familiar face slides up to the counter.

“Green tea please, Virge. Oh, also, first ticket’s gone.”

I look up at Remy in shock. “What? Already? It was only announced two days ago!”

“I know, right? Shocked me too, when I heard.”

“So, who won it?” I ask, starting to prepare Remy’s drink.

“Some guy in Ireland. Here,” he pulls his phone out of pocket to show me the news story.

As I take the phone, the first thing I see on the screen is a photo of the guy I can only assume is the ticket winner. He has blonde curly hair and bright blue eyes under a pair of glasses. He’s wearing a grey cat hoodie over a sky-blue t-shirt and is holding a gold ticket in his hand. He’s also hugging a kid who seems about nine or ten, who I’m guessing is his brother.

Below the photo is an article showing extracts from an interview the press had with him. The interviewers as ask questions about his life, family, work, and the part I’m most interested in: how he won his ticket.

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“Pat!”

Emile sprints towards me when he sees me upon leaving his school building. He looks extremely excited, which is understandable, it was his last day before the Christmas break. My break from my job at the local bakery started last week, so I’ve already had that rush of excitement and happiness.

“Heya, kiddo,” I smile, ruffling Emile’s hair. “How was your day?”

“Great! We had a quiz all about stuff we’ve learnt so far this year, and my team won! And look what we won as a prize...” He reaches into his backpack before pulling out a Wonka bar. “Here! I think this is the one! I can feel it! Take it!”

“Kiddo, I couldn’t! This is yours, you won it!’ I reply, pressing the bar back into Emile’s hands.

“But I want you to open it! If it has a ticket, I can’t even use it, I’m too young. Here.” He pushes the bar into my hand, and I know he’s not going to back down. He can be very stubborn if he needs to be.

I sigh. “Okay. I’ll open it, and you can have the chocolate. If there’s a ticket, I’ll take it. Okay?”

Emile nods, satisfied. “Go on! Open it!”

“I think I’m gonna wait until we get home, kiddo. I don’t wanna open it here and risk the ticket being stolen if I got one.”

“Good idea! Come on!” Emile grabs my hand and starts pulling me as fast as he can.

“Slow down, kiddo, I don’t want either of us to get hurt.”

I gain control over my brother and the two of us head home, him bouncing all the way. Meanwhile, hope starts eating at me. Emile could be right, there’s a chance this is it...

It’s strange. Though Emile and I have opened plenty of bars in the past two days, I’ve never felt this way about any of them. At no point did I ever think ‘this is it, this is the one’.

When we finally get home, I find myself sat before the coffee table where the Wonka bar is resting in front of me. Emile is by my side, willing me to tear off the wrapper.

“Okay... here goes nothing...”

I lift the bar and tear of the coloured wrapper. Then I start to peel back the silver under wrapper.

I think I’m dreaming when I see a hint of gold. It doesn’t fully register until I’m holding the ticket in my hand and reading the front of it.

WONKA GOLDEN TICKET

“YOU DID IT! YOU WON! I KNEW IT! MY BROTHER’S GOING TO WONKA’S FACTORY!”

Emile’s voice sounds almost like he’s in another room, I’m in such a state of shock. Then, I finally regain control over my limbs and voice. I leap into the the air. “WOOHOO!”

I wrap my arms around Emile, lifting him up. “I can’t wait to tell you all about it! It’s going to be amazing to share the stories! I’m gonna tell you all about it!”

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“Patton Picani,” I read the winner’s name aloud again before I hand Remy’s phone back to him. “Good for him, I guess. He seems like a good guy.”

“Yeah, but it means there’s only four tickets left four us to find...!” Remy whines as I turn back around to finish his drink.

“For you to find, Remy.”

No, us!” He puts another five dollars in the tip jar. “You are buying at least one bar. I’m make sure you do.”

I roll my eyes before sliding Remy his drink. “Four dollars, Rem.”

Remy hands me the money and takes his drink before waving as he leaves. “See ya, gurl.”

Once he’s gone, my eyes drift to the tip jar.

That’s going straight into Thomas’ college fund. There’s no way I’m wasting it on another bar of chocolate that I’ll never open.

-

This is it. One more calculation before I can pinpoint the exact locations of the remaining golden tickets.

“GOD DAMN IT!”

The sudden yell from downstairs draws my attention away from my laptop. Intrigued, I stand from my desk and make my way downstairs.

My brother’s pacing the living room and his face is contorted into one of extreme rage.

“Fucking Irish bastard... winning a ticket... that was supposed to be mine!”

“A golden ticket’s been found?” I inquire, stepping into the room.

Robert doesn’t respond, just glaring at me as if his failure to be the first winner is all down to me.

“I guess I’ll have to do the research myself...”

I turn and head back upstairs to my room. I open a new tab on my laptop and google the golden ticket competition. True to my brother’s word, there are plenty of results for articles saying that the first ticket has been found, and all say the same name: Patton Picani.

I let out a frustrated sigh, running my hands through my hair. While, yes, less tickets mean the calculations will be easier, it also means I’ll have to completely start from the beginning, taking into account that there are now only four, and one was shipped to Ireland. All my progress so far has been tossed out the window.

I swear, if after all this work I don’t win a ticket, I am going to flip my lid.

-

“I am wounded! How could this have happened?!”

I pause, looking up at my bedroom door. Nope, there’s no one there.

“I trusted myself to do this, and I failed! I failed my one dream in life and there’s nothing I can do!”

Still no one there.

“Woe is me! I have no reason to keep living anymore!”

“Can you keep it down, Roman, your dad’s trying to work.”

I huff, looking up at Pa, where he’s stood in the doorway. “Are neither of you concerned about this?!”

“You yell all the time, Ro. I basically assume you’re just reciting lines for performances,” Pa shrugs.

“My performance is four days, why would I be reciting and learning lines so close?”

Pa rolls his eyes. “Fine...” He sits down next to me. “What’s going on, Ro?”

“The first golden ticket has been found! There are only four left...” I flop face down onto my bed. “I have an even less chance of winning one...’

“Come on, Roman. I know you really want this, but there are billions of people and only five tickets. Well, four now. Maybe you shouldn’t get your hopes up so high...”

“I can’t help it! I’m a dreamer, always full of hopes! You know what, I’m going out to buy more right now!” I leap up from my bed and run from my room.

I’m not giving up just yet!

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NEXT

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little things we can do for the environment

a/n ok before anything GURL there are a lot of links tagged bc i didn’t rly expect this to be a long post and some will be further explained in a separate post ! maglilink naman aq pag nagawa na may edit button naman HAHAHAHA but ya this is a bit taglish but mostly english kase conyo tayo chz but yaaaaa

i would say disregard any grammatical errors or flaws but i like comments and criticisms. this isnt formal writing at all kase this was rushed kase naexcite ako,,,,, ayun ok i shld stop talking leTS GET DIS BREAD

nowadays, a lot of people have been inventing machines that help in saving the planet but the easiest and most simple thing that have a huge impact on our environment is following the 3R’s.

 REDUCE

here is a list of things on what you should reduce

1.      single-use plastic consumption

this is the most obvious material we should refrain from buying. i know it’s tempting but don’t buy that candy, or that water bottle. as they say:

 if you don’t buy crap from companies they’ll stop making crap.

 think about it, that candy you’ll buy comes with a plastic food packaging. that plastic’s purpose is to cover the candy from anything that can contaminate it, but once the candy is opened he plastic no longer has purpose and will be thrown away on the trash can. that piece of plastic was used once but will LAST FOR DECADES, and in those decades the plastic will go through a lot of.. things. y’know like…

other than plastic interrupting the food chain, we can literally kill all animals with the plastic bags choking them or filling up their stomachs with plastic. we’ve all seen the turtle with a straw stuck inside its nose.

truly heartbreaking. this video started a petition to ban straws, but please STRAWS ARE NOT THE ONLY PLASTIC PRODUCT HARMING MARINE LIFE.

 here are videos that prove so:

Plastic Ocean | https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ju_2NuK5O-E

Plastic is killing marine wildlife | #OceanRescue | https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zhksqkC6WV0

See How It Feels to Be an Ocean Animal Stuck in a Plastic Bag | National Geographic |  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yaDx-WJAsaE

 now you can say “I don’t litter so how am I harming these animals? I throw my trash properly.” but no, buying from companies that produce plastic makes YOU part of the problem. 

the plastic you throw away “properly” adds into the landfill. as i’ve mentioned before, plastic lasts for decades. if we don’t reduce our plastic consumption, we will soon have a mountain of plastics. less plastic u buy, less plastic is produced.

 next time you buy from the mall, don’t tempt yourself from buying beverages and/or foods that come with plastic food packaging. if possible, bring your own food containers and a reusable tote bag or don’t buy at all. quit saying “it’s just one time” a lot of people say that everyday and see what problem we’re facing now? overproduction and overconsumption of plastic asshole. say no to single-use plastic !

2.      printing

this one’s new to me and im sure most of you are as shocked as i am. i always thought it was only because we were wasting so much paper by printing documents and other things that don’t really mean anything (tama na pagprint ng pix ng kras niyo mga burnok), but we keep buying cartridges.

here’s a tip: use recycled paper and reuse toner cartridges. I got that here https://www.colorado.edu/ecenter/zero-waste/reduce/paper-and-printer-waste. it says here that it costs wayyy less money cause duh reusing and reducing??? lam mo na yan mag-isip ka chz

 3.      electronics/appliances anything that consumes electricity

this one. this is something that’s hard for many of us to reduce and i admit im one of those who have a hard time letting go of their phone and uses the light the whole night.

 PHONE: for iphone users like me (weird flex but ok), apple produces a new model every now and then and it makes a lot of apple users buy the newest model. don’t be like them no matter how much money u have that u want to flex (money cant help you survive when earth is dying sis) also, iphones don’t really last a looong time for many users since it’s kinda breakable and well it slows down after a while lmao

my tip is buy what you think will last for a long time (coming from me eh) for you and if you want, try buying secondhand phones. for phones you broke that you piled up in a box (yep i do that), you can replace some parts of it that broke it or give it to recycling centers. According to the University of Colorado Boulder, phones have metals that can still be “reused and salvaged such as aluminum, gold, silver, copper and iron.” NEVER THROW AWAY PHONES OR ANYTHING ALIKE ! “The circuit boards contain arsenic, lead, mercury, and other toxins. The batteries contain heavy metals that are lethal to the land. Many of the chemicals in cell phones have the potential to be released into the air when burned and can create air pollution.” (Second Wave Recycling, 2013) This means that the phone you’ll throw away will intoxicate the landfill. just think about insects flying around and possibly animals eating garbage 

4.      water

do i even have to explain myself? hm maybe.

shower with a partner shower together

jk but seriously, save water. take shorter showers and please refrain from using the heater. here’s an article to further elaborate https://slate.com/technology/2009/10/exactly-how-bad-should-i-feel-about-taking-hot-showers.html

5.      fast fashion

oh you have no idea how much shopping can affect the environment. i didn’t know before either. but not only is the environment affected but also who work for companies that sell fast fashion.

a.      people have been treating clothes as disposables. clothes that don’t fit the trend nowadays either get thrown away or just stay in the corner of a cabinet.

b.      theyre cheap. and by cheap, i mean CHEAP. most of fast fashion clothing don’t last long that they end up in the landfill. even if you donate/sell it, chances are they’ll be rejected due to poor quality.

c.      “. . most garments (especially fast fashion ones) are made with inexpensive, petroleum-based fibers that don’t easily decompose (such as polyester, nylon, and acrylic), they’re going to be taking up landfill space for decades to come.” (Wood, K.) As Cline points out;

“people generally recycle plastic bottles or avoid buying them in the first place, but people are pretty okay with buying lots of plastic clothing”

next time you think of buying from forever 21 or zara, think about it. they are simply made NOT to last. think about the exploited workers, the products you could’ve gotten for a cheaper price if they were made locally, and the effect on the environment. do you really want to support companies that only gives a fuck about their sales?

read more in these articles: 8 Reasons to Rethink Fast Fashion| https://www.lifehack.org/articles/money/8-reasons-rethink-fast-fashion.html

Fast Fashion Is the Second Dirtiest Industry in the World, Next to Big Oil | https://www.ecowatch.com/fast-fashion-is-the-second-dirtiest-industry-in-the-world-next-to-big--1882083445.html

6.      meat and dairy

as a meat-lover myself, this was the hardest thing to do. im basically a carnivore since i hate veggies but i do eat a lotta ass fruits so no need to judge sis. but yeah this is so important yet so hard.

if you can, only buy products that are vegan. it doesn’t necessarily have to be food if it’s too difficult for you to let go. you can also have a #meatlessmonday or not eat meat 1-2 days a week.

this post is long enough so here’s an article to help u: https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2018/may/31/avoiding-meat-and-dairy-is-single-biggest-way-to-reduce-your-impact-on-earth

7.      waste

all in all, reduce waste. avoid throwing away literally anything. aim for a zero waste lifestyle and i can give tips in my next post on how you can reduce waste.

 REUSE

this is soooo hard to do. trust me, i would know BUT it is doable by an average person so shut the f*ck up and use that ugly reusable water bottle your aunt gave you. i don’t care how rich you are and how you can afford a lot more, but what does it matter if they wont be used much and be thrown away when it gets old?

avoid throwing things away and think about how it can still be useful to you or someone else. not everything useless to you is useless to everyone. let someone else find purpose for it or repurpose it yourself.

donate, not discard. choose reusable, not disposable.

  RECYLE

1.      plastic

this is the most important thing we have to do now especially with plastic. now note that not all plastic can be recycled. it’s important to know what type of plastic can be recycled and what shouldn’t

 so as it states, 1&2 are recyclable which is what you would see on a water bottle. it means you should throw your plastic bottles in the recycling bin. here are things you should avoid and things you should recycle

BUT OK BEFORE YOU DO THROW THAT BOTTLE IN THE RECYCLING BIN JUST A QUICK NOTE

PLEASE REMOVE THE PLASTIC LABEL AND DO A QUICK RINSE ON THE BOTTLE! IT LITERALLY TAKES A FEW SECONDS OF YOUR TIME.

bottles that still have the label on are considered trash and are thrown away instead of being recycled. if u ask “why don’t they just take off the label? it takes a few seconds as u said” well dipshit they have more bottles to worry about so if i were you i wouldn’t be lazy piece of shit and take off the label.

bottles that contained sugar drinks should have a quick rinse & make sure there is no left over ! not rinsed = trash. do i have to go scientific and geeky as to why they should be rinsed? i think not lmao

for the plastic i find that can no longer be recycled (ex. shopping bags, food packaging, small pieces of plastic i see lying on the ground), i put them in an ecobrick which i will explain in my next post.

2.      paper

paper can also be recycled. collect all those newspapers, cardboard, cereal boxes, failed quiz papers, rejected thesis papers and notes from your ex-boyfriend. all of them. don’t throw them away, or worse burn them. papers can still be given another chance at life by being remade. all of the papers should not be mixed with any plastic or wax coating.

TRIVIA: Recycling one ton of old paper saves 17 trees; 2 barrels of oil (enough to run an average car for 1,260 miles); 4,100 kilowatts of energy (enough power for the average home for 6 months); 3.2 cubic yards of landfill space; 7,000 gallons of wate; and 60 pounds of air pollution. 

 3.      glass materials

products that are packed in glass glass jars and bottles like RC or your local nata de coco jar are recyclable as well although i’d prefer to reuse them.  

TRIVIA: Recycling one glass bottle saves enough electricity to light a 60-watt bulb for four hours. 

4. books

no. i don’t mean sell it to the junkshop but if u want to, go for it. although there are a lot of people who’d rather secondhand books than new ones so sell/donate your old books to those in need !

5. clothes

i’ve mentioned this before already but i’ll say it again. buy secondhand clothes. theyre not gross and you wont look like those typical katip pipol that all wear the same shoes and/or polo shirts charet. you’ll even help save the planet.

  *note: it is still better to reduce than recycle so still avoid buying plastic and lessen use of paper. but, you do gain money from selling paper and plastic so start collecting your friends’ and family’s junk.

by doing the 3R’s, you can save energy and natural resources and help prevent environmental issues coming from the landfill and pollution. not only are you helping save the environment but you’re also saving money by reducing your purchase, reusing what you already have and promoting recycling.

a/n ulet this is my first post and i’ll be sure to post more tips and help raise awareness. my writing may have flaws and i accept any criticisms to improve ! help me be better and to save the environment:)

 check out another article related to this one:

http://www.irondequoit.org/community/green-initatives/16-community/125-why-should-i-reduce-reuse-or-recycle

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Rio & Grace

Rio: Gracie! Can't tie either parental down so you're unlucky enough to be my first port of call Rio: If I come down this week (half term, right? God I feel old not knowing, ick!) how many of yous are gonna be about? Wanna catch all of you if I can Grace: I'm not surprised, Nico thinks mum's charger is the most fun thing EVER and you know dad still kicks it like he's at some 70s disco instead of a restaurant kitchen. So cringe! Grace: Iggy's took off in the van and Pablo's never here even when he is (ugh we get it, you're hanging shush) but everyone else maybe? Grace: Unless Junior's nerding it up idk Rio: Bless them, you'll miss them when you go Rio: Mum and Dad, the cats, only your faves and Nico is a little bitch 😂 Rio: Good enough for me! Sure enough I'll only hold any of yas down for a hot second regardless Rio: What've you been up to? Got any fun plans then? Grace: 😂 No way they're the worst and won't give me the chance Grace: Ask Janis they're always in her grill now she has a bf she can't ever peel herself off of Grace: Gurl you better make time for me! 😚 London's like another planet and I need that goss Grace: Gotta keep uploading that 🐰🐣 content Grace: but keeping it lowkey 👌 Rio: They're highkey nerds, tis true, least they give a shit, eh? 😘 Rio: Fucking knew it, sneaky bitch. I asked her at NYE and she said nah but I KNEW Rio: Ugh, gonna give her SO much shit when I come back 😂 Rio: Duh! My goss might not set the teenybop influencer world alight but think you'll be into it Rio: Also, got some lush bunny ears from work you can style up if you like, there's the content Rio: Very Ariana Grace: We're so blessed 🙏 Grace: OMFG THANK YOU 👏 she's such a lying bitch Grace: And they are so 😍💍💘 it's HONESTLY disgusting like I can't Grace: YAS 👑!! babes I knew I was missing you Grace: Such a mood Rio: 🙌 Rio: Steady on 😂 Fill me on the beef before I'm taking sides Rio: Can't roll like that babe 🙉 Rio: Is he a twat? I could barely get a look in, hot property with the whole fam that night not just Jan, like 😏 Rio: Right? My turn to THANK YOU 'cos all the other girls were raging after me lemme tell you, saying it reeked of misogyny and cheesy old school playboy Rio: Not educated in Hef paving the way for ladies being allowed to be sexual, ESP the sistas 💣💥 Rio: Its iconic, yeah? Like hush Grace: Honey not even! Now he's got her feeling the 💖 we all benefit Grace: Like from 💀 to 😍!! Grace: Here's the thing he's NICE!! 😮 How and who tf !! 😂 In THESE ends Grace: He's pimped my feed with his 📷 more that once. Lush! Grace: Trust her to find the one decent lad Grace: OMG how shaming! it's literally so on point I feel bad for how off they are. Beyond awkward Grace: 👯💜 Rio: Can't argue with that Rio: It'll be nice to see her happy Rio: All of yous Rio: Yeah, had noticed your new lad was off the feed Rio: Just not the one or do I need to crack skulls on YOUR behalf? Spill! 😘 Maybe Gus has had his 💔 Rio: Right? Not complaining when they were raking in the tips and looking fly doing it, this is why Vinnie listens to me and not them though so 💋 win win for me Grace: 🤞 Grace: UGH don't go there babe Grace: I'm off men rn 🙏 so you can relax Grace: Give Gus and Diego their time to shine 😂 Grace: OMG PLEASE say you can finally get me in sometime soon! 💋 Rio: Good girl 👍 Rio: Me too, more trouble than they're worth, and I'll always check what they're worth, feel me Rio: Love 'em 😂 I'd say they keep me sane but not with the shenanigans they still manage to get themselves into, nah lads Rio: You're old enough that I can vouch for you with him to get you in but Imma need to go out in Dubo with you first Rio: See how you handle your liquor, can't be risking the boss' license if you're gonna get #WGW 😏 Grace: I 100% swear down that D has a 💘 at his school but he's pulling a Jan over it so Grace: Yay! I'm buzzing Grace: Say when and I'll be on it Grace: The vibe looks EPIC in every insta it's 💕 Rio: Surely not! My babies! 😭 Rio: I've changed all ya nappies, it ain't right, I tell ya! 👵 Rio: Whenever you can pencil me in darling 💋 If you come back on the plane with me you'll only have to do the one back alone Rio: Unless you want to bring a mate but you've gotta vouch for them 'cos I don't know them enough to put my name on the line, they ain't my little sister 💛 Grace: 😂😂 I had to go full spa on him cos he was 🙎 and not vibing with the sheet masks he'd been stealing from me for WEEKS 😂😂 Grace: He's so 😍 for someone Grace: This is HAPPENING 👌 Mum'll say yes cos it's obvs for my mental health Grace: It's enough for collab our schedules tbh imagine trying to get the squad hooked up Rio: Aww! What a little sweetie! 😭 Giving me so much fodder to get 'em all with, yas gurl! 🙊 Rio: She defs knows the benefit of letting ya hair down and if she disagrees then she ain't our Muvva 👽 Rio: Same when I was your age, so many parties, so much time stretching ahead...ugh, hark at me Rio: Speaking of though, Pabs has managed to keep outta the drunk tanks since my last visit, yeah? 🙄 Chief Grace: I'd say go easy cos the acne is !! but where was mine was I was a 🍕 me and payback are bitches that have each other's backs like 😂 Grace: So welcome 💋 remember who treated you right hun 😚 Grace: Oh babe that's proper tragic 😂 Are you okay?! Grace: 🙄🙄 Grace: I'd lie to spare your feels but I can't even cos he is not forgiven! Fuck him truly Rio: Way harsh babe! Gotta share that knowledge and spot treatment 🙏 older sib duties ✌ you only gotta look out for them 3, feel MY pain when I wanna be a petty bitch please 😉😂 Rio: Clearly not, like...What tf am I like? 🙈 Rio: Still in the dog house then...I hope little miss tiny tits is too, seen her being snide on the 'gram Rio: we know she's no 😇 so as long as she's getting her share of the 💩 from you, I ain't judging on the Pabs score 👌 Grace: 😈 LMAO jks obvs I'm living for getting to flex like that Grace: Nobody else lets me near their face, their loss but still BOO Grace: Ugh yes cos he doesn't even see that he did me WRONG she was trying he's just an idiot and its like BOY NO Grace: Never learning them lessons Grace: 🚫 No worries there she's BEYOND cancelled 🚫 Grace: I hate that bitch Rio: That's why you gotta get them clients honey, just you wait, people will be BEGGIN' for your time and expertise 😘 Rio: Yeah, he's a fool in general though Rio: Not to say that ain't valid, 'cos 100% babe, but it wasn't personal, like Rio: Try to remember that 'cos he's not that boy, no matter what typa foolishness he's caught up in rn 😒 Rio: 👏 I like what I'm hearing, Gracie! So much growth! Rio: Here for it Grace: I feel you but also it's like idk it was personal to me cos she was my best friend and he knew that Grace: On some level idk Grace: Whatever I'm trying to be over it Grace: There's bigger 🐠 Rio: Fair Rio: Idk if he knows he knew...Mouthful Rio: Give him time and a chance, but that's it, sensible big sister said her piece on that, you're free to go on doing what you're doing 😜 Grace: Thanks 👑 Grace: Rio, I can forreal come to london right? Like you're not just shhing me Grace: I'm so done with this place atm Rio: Of course you can Rio: As long as the 'rents sign off on it, you can stay for as long as you like Rio: That's Dubo for ya...gets under your skin Rio: Anything else I can do, tho? Grace: 💜 Grace: Ugh it's just everything Grace: There's barely anything I can do Grace: Ignore me I'm a hormonal 👾 Rio: Have you had your B12 and folates checked? Billie and Edie were anaemic you should double-check 'cos that will have you feeling rough as Grace: 👼 You're adorbs Grace: Enough of my chatter anyway, how are you? Rio: 👀 okurr but we're coming back to this later Rio: 'cos I'm same old same old Rio: Nothing beyond the promised goss of London to report Rio: No boys, remember? Grace: 🙄🙄 Grace: Oh please you always have a boy Grace: Spill it Rio: 😨 Swear on my life, babe! Rio: Nothing and no one Grace: We're twinning then 💕 Grace: Do tell Janis 😂 Rio: Coming for ya brand Rio: Shameless 😏 like to think I could pass, not that old or having THAT crisis tho, jfc Grace: 👯💣🔥 Grace: You're flawless babe don't even stress Grace: when I'm your age I'll have to pray Rio: Aww, you doll, extra brownie points for boosting my ego 💋 Rio: What you chattin'?! We're all babes, lbr Grace: 😂 shhh avó be repping herself hard in me and no offence 👵 it's not goals 💔 lmao Grace: obrigado,... mas não, obrigado like she rocks it but she's also way old so Grace: the struggle is real 😂 Rio: You're mad gal Rio: don't be wasting your youth hating on what you'll miss Rio: though we all age like fine wine, avó paving the way 💣 Rio: Ma was onto something having us so young Grace: Don't let her hear you say that Grace: My ears are still ringing from her calling me out Rio: umm Rio: BISH YOU WHAT Grace: 🤷 No drama just Rio: You weren't on the pill? Or missed a day? Rio: We've all had the scare but I never got as far as needing to tell Mum Rio: You poor thing! 😨🙈 Grace: Well obvs that was my bad but she only made me die about a thousand times Grace: I survived Rio: Eeep! Rio: At least she didn't march you down the clinic in a shame cone like most would round here Grace: OMG like she made me go but my ootd was my own doing 🙏 Rio: Not so much as a high collar in sight 🙌 Rio: Explains your hormones though, babe, that shit will FUCK you up for ages Rio: so no worries there Grace: I know exactly what I'm in for Grace: Ugh Rio: Forreals Rio: Who'd be a fucking woman, eh? Grace: Mia. To fuck over the others Grace: kms Rio: 😂 Rio: Fueled by her PMS that one Grace: [Sends her 2 very similar selfies} which one do you vibe the most with? Rio: 1st one, s'more natural Rio: smile ALMOST reaches your eyes Grace: lmao Grace: Thanks babes Rio: if you gonna fake it 'til you make it Rio: gotta keep you the realest, ain't I? 😉 Grace: gotta keep me 😂 Rio: Wanna Rio: Blood ties aside 😘 Grace: 💜 Rio: Best get ready for work Rio: Could use you here to do my look for me, cba tonight 😐 blah Grace: I'd be living for that you know it but you'll be killing it with or without me, honey Grace: You got this gurl Rio: Cheers 🍸 Rio: I'll get the first round in when I see ya boo 💋 Grace: Yay! So excited 😚

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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