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30 days with thea queen (day 20)
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Zayn: Gotta have faith in yourself or something, right? Hey, I thought that's what having kids was about, when they're young anyway. Using them to your advantage. Maybe.
Willa: Definitely something, alright. Its one of the perks but also wrong yo do. I don't think you need to use her though. ;)
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Originally posted by myreyisbae
Don’t tell me you have a moose kink. Come on now Reynolds...
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Royalty, you say? I wish you’d have told me that in the moment, I could have gotten myself a crown. God, a pool would have been good! Mimosas by the pool just make me think of vacations, and god, I need a vacation. Maybe that’ll be the next thing on the agenda, once all this craziness dies down a little. Oh, girl, I’m right there with you – and totally no blame on Rosa being your favorite. Rosa is my favorite. Amy’s a fantastic role to play, but is anyone really as badass as Rosa? I don’t think so. It’s a pleasure to meet you!
Damn right, royalty! Hey you can still get a crown. It’s never too late to get a crown and call yourself the Queen. Wait, there was no pool? Booo, now that is just disappointing. But it’s okay, you’re still winning at the game. Soon enough it will quiet down, i’m sure. In the meantime you get to celebrate and talk about your show 24/7. No one is as badass as Rosa but it’s interesting to hear that your favorite character is Rosa too! I like Amy too, though.
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And see, now your asshole side is showing Willa, see how close we are already…
I don’t know how i feel about my asshole side being close to yours...
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My friend is in college and told me something she learnt at school today. She told me that the first thing that begins to form as an embryo is the anus… So technically everyone starts out as an asshole.
Is this your way of saying you’re an asshole because i already knew that? What is even the point of this, Reynolds.
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Zayn: Darnell is going to love me. I'll use Aaliyah to win her over. That kid works wonders.
Zayn: Don't think anything is going to change, you'll see.
Willa: You have a lot of faith there. But mostly, yeah. Because she can't resist a accent. Wow using your kid... Are you planning on doing that to me?
Willa: Yeah? We'll see.
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Zayn: Because WILLA is a lame name, that's why.
Zayn: Of course I can handle you. What makes you think I can't?
Willa: You know you are insulting my mom's creativity. You don't want to mess with Darnell.
Willa: You say that now. You haven't spent a lot of time with me. When you do, that will change.
[text] Excuse you, I was on King of the Masked Singer in Korea and ROCKED their brains, you don't even know.
[text] That’s because you were wearing a mask. They had no idea it was you and then when you took it off, they figured better to pretend they liked it than go all BOOOOOOOOO on your ass.
[text] You only hear a cat choking when you try to sing, so I think you have me confused with your own vocal cords.
[text] Are you confusing me with yourself again? Do you need a hearing device? I think you need one.
[text] Well then, I'm just going to take it with me everywhere I go, you'll never find me. *insert evil laugh here*
[text] Can you even do a evil laugh? Whenever i picture you making a evil laugh, all i hear in my head is a cat choking.
[text] SUSPICIOUS? Pft no! I only texted you first to tell you I'm not giving the suit, cause you always bothered me about it, so I thought I'd tell you before you ask me. BOOM.
[text] Sure, Jan. You’re not acting like a little boy who just got caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to or anything, no. All in my head. BOOM. I have already come to terms that if i want that suit, i need to go and get it. You’re never giving it to me. I know where you live.
[text] You just want to see my ballsack just hanging out all willy-nilly, don't you? Besides the suit will be basically duct tape by the end of DP2, sooooooooo, maybe I'll give you a scrap of fabric to hold near and dear to your heart?
[text] Oh yes, definitely, all i want to see. You naked, swoon. Why on earth would you ruin a suit? I expected a lot more from you Reynolds. Wait, no i didn’t. I’ll pass on that because i don’t want a scrap of fabric? At least give me the mask! Anyways, what can i do for you? You messaging me out of blue is quite suspicious.
[text] And before you even ask, no, I will not let you borrow the Deadpool suit.
[text] Oh look who it is. Mister Deadpool himself.
[text] I hope your suit rips when you least expect, in the most embarrassing way ever.
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playdates and wine dates.
Troian curled her legs up underneath her, shaking her head. She still didn’t believe Willa didn’t have tears in her eyes during emotional parts of films but this was one argument she knew she wasn’t going to win. Nor was it worth her breath to try and beat, even though every instinct of hers was egging her on to continue until Willa conceded. “Yeah yeah,” she dismissed instead, waving a hand and rolling her brown eyes. Finishing up her wine, Troian pressed play and a soft smile settled on her lips to the opening score. This was one of her favorites and the beginning never failed to make her feel the warm and fuzzies.
“You make me sound like a hussy,” Troian commented with a slight pout but she couldn’t help but laugh. “He is so hot, though. Man. A hot guy calling me beautiful and telling me he wants to put his hands all over me was definitely what I needed. I still got it.” Her tone was cocky, even if she didn’t actually believe it, and she smirked at Willa. “And please. I am not the dream girl. If I was, don’t you think I’d have a white picket fenced house with more kids and a husband cooking me dinner as I came home? Nah. I’m the girl with baggage. But that’s okay. I’ll just die alone with my dogs.” Troian shrugged her shoulders and crossed her legs over Willa’s lap. “Bacon is disgusting. I didn’t put it on the pizza.”
Willa sent her a grin, finishing her juice and placing the cup on the table before making herself comfortable on the couch. She knew Troian had given up because she knew Willa wouldn’t back down, and she was right. If Willa ever cried during a movie, she wouldn’t admit it. Unless she wasn’t alone and then, she would just find ways for the word to not come out. “Hey kids!” she spoke as she noticed the kids weren’t at all looking at the television, catching their attention. “Watch the movie!” pointing at the television, she let out a laugh as Myles - clearly taking advantage of the other two not looking at him, knocked down the Lego tower. “That’s my boy.” She spoke, in a proud tone.
“What? You’re not a hussy, what are you on about. If i thought you were a hussy, i would say so. Hussy. Look, i said it. Don’t mean it though.” Laughing, she couldn’t help but wiggle her eyebrows at her friend. Willa enjoyed seeing Troian like this. She knew the older girl had some terrible luck in the romantic department, so seeing her excited over hooking up with a guy was nice. “Did anyone tell you that you don’t got it? Because girl, you are smoking.” She sent her a wink, “Why on earth do you even need a husband though? I don’t get it. The whole marriage deal. It’s a paper. You are signing a paper. Boom, there. But also, you’re not dying alone. I am. But that’s because i’m too cool for all those fairytales you believe in.” Willa couldn’t help but jokingly side-eye Troian as she crossed her legs over her lap. “Feeling comfortable there? -- Yeah, i knew you weren’t going to put bacon on the pizza, sadly.”