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"To 2021. May it not totally fuck us in the ass."
fuck you @brainbetrayed @optimistsclub
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he wishes that he wasn’t always on the defense. part of him - the good part of him, that part that elle had brought out, the part that he hasn’t seen since college - curses himself for making such a rash judgement. he can’t tell if he offended her, as in, disgusted her, or if he actually wounded her. emotional cues like that were never his strongest suit. ( maybe that’s why he didn’t make it as a lawyer. ) he feels bad, he wishes he could retract that assumption.
that part of emmett is buried far, far within. almost as if it doesn’t exist anymore, so small and insignificant that it doesn’t get a say in what he thinks or does. ever the businessman, emmett’s got a school to represent. and this school has an image to uphold. one he demonstrates in each measured step, each immaculately tailored suit he wears, and every rule he enforces.
she does not fit this image.
and he’s not one for conformity. it’s not his choice. if he’s learned anything from elle woods - oh, how disappointed she’d be to see what he’d become - it’s that a person’s individuality shouldn’t be compromised. it’s the parents. they like the sleek, put - together look that new mission sports.
emmett wonders if he’s made a mistake, hiring her. granted, her resume was OUTSTANDING, her education - princeton? not as great as harvard ( not that he’s biased, or anything. ) , but still almost as impressive. and as an avid mystery / horror / crime fan ( what? he’s a jack of all trades! ) perhaps he was the slightest bit star - struck for a moment upon seeing the name on the application. considering the lack of an author blurb on ariel’s books, he’s struck that she looks like that. not that that’s a bad that, but a surprise all the same. oh god, he’s getting caught up in his own overthinking isn’t he? it takes a second for him to really comprehend who she is, and he tries to play this off as a moment of deep thought.
he hums, and does his absolute best not to look her over - no, he’ll focus on her striking eyes, and thrust a hand out for her to shake. “ ariel cameron? ” he asks, with an expression that screams sternness, but with the faintest hint of a childlike excitement in his eyes. “ EMMETT FORREST, i’m the principal here, at new mission. welcome. i’m a huge fan of your novels. though - i’m sorry to say you’re LATE. classes started over an hour ago. ”
he’s silent for a moment, and she can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking. briefly, she remembers how she used to be able to know what was passing through his mind with just a look at his eyes, and now here they are — hiding behind fake names and fancy suits, staring each other down, any recognition lost. she takes advantage of the pause to take in his appearance more, and she’s shocked at how stern he looks. she’s aware that people change as they get older, and SURE, it’s been years since they were last in the same relative area, let alone in the same room, but this isn’t how she expected him to grow up at all. he was kind, then, and it practically radiated off of him — she used to make fun of him for it, but it was always one of her favourite things about him.
not much feeling seems to come from this man but an aura of exhaustion. she wonders if he’s really felt much else but that lately.
it almost takes her by surprise when he speaks again, and she’s lucky she’s able to remember just in time what she’s actually doing here and suppress her confusion at being called not her name. that’s something she’ll have to get used to, isn’t it — by all intents and purposes, ariel is HER, now. any thoughts ( hopes? ) that maybe, just maybe despite the years between their last interaction, he’d still recognize her and things would all come apart before they’d even begun are suddenly disappearing, and she can’t tell if the feeling in her chest is relief or disappointment. this isn’t the time to think of that now, anyway.
she plasters on a polite smile when he sticks a hand out, and reaches out to take it. she gives him a firm shake, the faint sound of her mother’s voice popping into the back of her mind to remind her just how important a good handshake can be in business! in a rare moment of that actually being HELPFUL.
❛ that’s me! it’s nice to meet you. ❜ she’s officially decided there’s nothing stranger than introducing yourself as someone else to your old childhood friend who seems to not recognize you as yourself. her eyebrows furrow for a split second in confusion before her face evens out and she smiles at him, flattered. of course he would recognize ariel’s name from his books — thank god she’s read most of them. ❛ thank you. and sorry, i got a bit lost finding my way here. ❜ not true, but not completely false: she spent a good fifteen minutes trying to decide if she was going to do this at all, another ten talking to ariel and seeing if he was cool with it ( dewey may not have asked, but there’s no way she’s messing with someone like ariel like that. at least this way if she gets caught that’s one less person to be angry at her ), and then she got lost.
suddenly remembering the way he’d looked at her when he’d first spotted her inside, her eyes flicker down his body again as she takes another look at his suit, and she grimaces just slightly, looking up again to meet his eyes. ❛ also, sorry about this, ❜ she says apologetically, gesturing towards her outfit, ❛ i didn’t know if there was some kind of dress code for the teachers, and i’d forgotten to ask on the phone earlier. i can wear something nicer tomorrow, if you’d like. ❜ note to self: go shopping later today.
#rainbowsongs#❛ you had me at ' fuck the system ' ! — au 04.#im just thankful she's an actor at this point bc at least she's not TOTALLY awful at pretending to be Not Herself#god what a dumbass u did this to urself sam u put urself into this situation#sam vc: yeah i saw how u looked at me binch . i Saw it
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it isn’t rocket science to tell that emmett’s tired. exhausted, drained even. the bags under his eyes don’t look fresh - for god’s sake, he’s too young to look this awful. the important detail to note here, he doesn’t look MISERABLE. no, he just looks tired. like he’s had all the energy zapped from his body, and then some. it’s a miracle that he still holds himself up as he walks through the halls of new mission.
he’d BEGGED pepper not to let him down ; just try to keep the class in check, for him? please? but if the look, and the huff were any indications, it wasn’t likely. can you watch them? he’d asked juliet, and felt equally guilty about it. he had other matters to attend to, and a missing substitute was only the tip of the iceberg of stressors here today.
HELLO, MISTER FORREST.
GOOD MORNING, MR. FORREST!
waves of a hand, brushing the greetings off, a courteous smile, and a nod - only the occasional good morning in return, he’s close to nailing this PRINCIPAL thing. ( it wasn’t his choice to uproot his daughter & himself, and move back to massachusetts, make her the NEW KID - he’s been there - and a TARGET, at that, the kid of the STRICT PRINCIPAL. but you so hardly get to choose what fate shall throw at you, after all. ) it would just be so much easier to prove himself CAPABLE, that he’s worthy of being TAKEN SERIOUSLY, goddammit.
he’s focused ; always. driven as all hell and with that damned CHIP on his shoulder. it’s far from easy to truly distract him. until he sees her. something strikes him about the dark hair, the distant, almost preoccupied look on her face, and the almost, but not quite grace in her step catches him off - guard and stops him right in his tracks, just outside of the secondary entrance to the school. but that’s now what he makes his judgement off of. no, that would be the distinct aura of LOST, the hardly impeccable stylistic choices in fashion, the rough - around - the - edges aesthetic of her general being.
SHE DOESN’T BELONG HERE. granted, neither does he, not really, but her being here can be easily rectified. and he clears his throat with the intention of doing just that.
“ ah , excuse me. deliveries are out back. by the southern entrance. ”
@99centspells : emmett. / sor au.
this is a terrible idea. this is absolutely a terrible idea, what the HELL is she doing? she’s still walking towards the school despite the screaming going on in her mind, and she fiddles with the strap of her bag to try to calm her nerves. could she even bring a bag with her? she hasn’t been in school for years, she can’t remember what the teachers brought with them to class. what does one bring with them to commit identity theft?
( but then again, it’s not quite identity theft, is it, since ariel did give her permission — identity borrowing, then? but that only sounds marginally better. )
she has no fucking clue what possessed her to do this. you’d think hearing the name spoken over the phone would’ve shut out any thoughts of this immediately ( or did it just end up creating them instead? ) but somehow she’s still here and she’s still doing this. or at least attempting to. GOD, she’d better not fuck this up. should she have dressed up? sure, that’s what dewey did, but she always found it make him look way less convincing. no, she’s sure she’s better off in what she’s wearing now than trying to come up with something on the spot and risking looking ridiculous.
it’s only a matter of time before she’s standing outside the school, and her grip on her bag’s strap grows dangerously tight with nerves, mirroring the feeling in her chest. she can pull this off. if her dumbass brother could pull this off when he was barely an adult, she can totally pull this off. she hopes. and with that, she pushes open the doors and walks into the school.
and she’s totally lost.
she’s got no idea where she’s supposed to go from here, and she shifts in place as she looks around her, pushing herself up onto the tips of her toes and dropping down with a huff. her confusion is thankfully short lived, because someone’s addressing her. she turns to look at the source of the voice, and suddenly the world stops on its axis, because it’s him, and god — if she didn’t know in advance, she doesn’t think she’d have even considered the thought.
sure, it’s not like she can’t see the boy she used to be best friends with in this man’s face, but beyond the physical, he’s unrecognizable ( dimly, she wonders if she’s changed that much as well. she must have, huh? ). the stoic expression, the suit ( she really should’ve dressed up. ), and the exhaustion rolling off of him in waves introduce her to what’s become of her old friend, and it’s only what he says to her that stops her from blowing her cover before it’s even begun. replacing the shaken face she didn’t even realize she was making, her nose scrunches up in distaste, and she faces him properly with a frown.
❛ i’m not — i’m not here for a delivery. i’m, um, ❜ be confident. ❛ you called to say you needed a sub? ❜
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pain, frustration, desperation. his girlfriend had just been turned into a zombie, and he’d had to kill her. naturally, brown eyes were bloodshot from the stress tears. no help necessary, either. casper was always good at crying on command. sam’s lying motionless in his arms, and just as the moment appears to have reached forever, the director yells cut. immediately, cas raises slightly to rub a hand down his face. he lets out a sigh of relief. “oh man,” he tries for a chuckle but it’s still too soon. “let’s not do that again.”
it’s harder than she thought it would be to stay frozen in casper’s arms when she can hear him sobbing like that right above her. her eyes are closed, luckily — it’s hard enough to not move in general, at least she doesn’t have to stare blankly up at him as she does it. it feels like ages before their director yells cut, and green eyes immediately pop open to stare up at him. she stirs for what feels like the first time in hours, sitting up and ignoring the tingling pain in her feet that indicate that they’ve definitely fallen asleep, and she throws her arms around casper in a hug. this was rougher on him than it was on her. she leans her head on his shoulder with a gentle laugh. “aw, guess that ruins my tuesday plans.”
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I fucking hate these ads and games but this is objectively SO funny
Your bastard
My old OCS staring me in the face and trying to get me to continue their stories
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shitty horoscopes sentence starters. book i - iv.
- holy fucking shit.
- the answer is no.
- bury yourself with the affairs of the living.
- fuck you.
- fuck you. yes you, specifically.
- please practice blinking. others can be unsettled by your inhuman ability to maintain an unbreakable stare during casual conversation.
- what did you ever do to deserve this?
- none will love the butcher. don’t take it too personally.
- don’t take it too personally.
- some relationships, like warts, can be handled with the tactful application of liquid nitrogen.
- wash the memories from your mind and body.
- wash the clothes you were wearing.
- frostbite is considerably difficult to heal from.
- there is poetry in brutal efficiency.
- people would take your raging far more seriously if you weren’t crying the entire time.
- what made you so vindictive?
- some bodies may be temples, but all are ruins at your feet.
- you’re notorious for rubbing salt in the wound.
- arson is not the answer.
- you are a bone-deep fury.
- accept your impending expiration.
- stop trying to swallow the sun.
- embrace the inevitable.
- there are things outside of your control. most of them don’t care for you.
- when it all goes to hell, remember it’s what’s inside that counts.
- your teeth are only porcelain, your ribcage simply glass. like all delicate things, they can know no permanence.
- please don’t cry.
- in time you’ll learn that “just” and “right” only mean the same thing when they’re coming from very specific people.
- you may not want to change, but the world is unforgiving.
- sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places.
- what the fuck is it doing in your teeth?
- nothing can stay.
- dying is dying and rot is rot.
- loneliness is the fracture that never heals quite right.
- you will watch the skies.
- no loose ends.
- you will not be swayed by the morally destitute.
- an eye for an eye. a tooth for a tooth. a knife for the ribs.
- devour death like crows.
- this time around, get inventive.
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"To 2019. May it not totally fuck us in the ass."
prev!
“Y’know, I’m sensing a pattern here. Every year you’ve say that, it’s been shitty. Maybe next year you could wish for it to fuck us anally. At least then, if it does, we’ll be ready for it. Psychic lube, you could say.”
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‘prompts:
1) things you said at 1 am
2) things you said through your teeth
3) things you said too quietly
4) things you said over the phone
5) things you didn’t say at all
6) things you said under the stars and in the grass
7) things you said while we were driving
8) things you said when you were crying
9) things you said when I was crying
10) things you said that made me feel like shit
11) things you said when you were drunk
12) things you said when you thought I was asleep
13) things you said at the kitchen table
14)things you said after you kissed me
15) things you said with too many miles between us
16) things you said with no space between us
17) things you said that I wish you hadn’t
18) things you said when you were scared
19) things you said when we were the happiest we ever were
20) things you said that I wasn’t meant to hear
21) things you said when we were on top of the world
22) things you said after it was over
23) things you said on the streetcar at 1 am
24) things you said with clenched fists
25) things you said in the back seat of a cab
26) things you said sitting still
27) things you said on the phone at 4 am
28) things you said but not out loud
29) things you said in the backyard at night
30) things you said on the highway
31) things you said while I cried in your arms
32) things you said I wouldn’t understand
33) things you said at the back of the theatre
34) things you said in your sleep
35) things you said that made me feel real
36) things you said you’ll never forget
37) things you said with the tv on mute
38)things you said while holding my hand’
39) things you said when we first met
40) things you said when you met my parents
41) things you said you loved about me
42) things you said when you asked me to marry you
43) things you said in our vows
44) things you said before you kissed me
45) things you said on new year’s eve
46) things you said when you kissed me goodnight
47) things you said in a hotel room
48) things you said on our honeymoon
49) things you said when we were 18
50) things you said when we were 70
51) things you said as we danced in our socks
52) things you said with my lips on your neck
53) things you said in the dark
54) things you always meant to say but never got the chance
55) things you said under your breath
56) things you said in the spur of the moment
57) things you said when no one else was around
58) things you were afraid to say
59) things you said after we fell in love
60) things you said [make your own]
the ones with single quotes aren’t mine, but the rest are. great story and fic prompts
reblog if you want your followers to send you a number and pairing to write a fic about
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“ i don’t know what you mean. ” he says it, but it’s laughable just oh how aware he is of his every movement. so, he continues slinking around, looking suspiciously at everything in his line of sight. this was his game. “ just hangin’ out, i guess. why, sam ? problem …? ”
❛ you’re so fucking weird, dude. ❜ unfortunately for him and whatever he’s trying to do, she’s quickly losing interest, having filed this under weird shit danny just does sometimes. ❛ you just gonna, like, walk around, or do you actually wanna hang out? ❜
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“ hello… ? ” it’s as ominous as it sounds. danny strides in, making the situation as uncomfortable as ever. he glances around the room, chin up, and then looks over to sam. “ anything happening —– … friend ? ”
❛ wh — what are you doing. ❜ every day she asks herself why she’s friends with him. every single day. ❛ dude. ❜