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2 yrs ago
Current deconstructions are fake lol
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2 yrs ago
"return of the mack, you know that i'll be back." in his bed, joe biden lurches awake, wild-eyed. many a year he has watched, waited for the mack's return. hes as ready as he will ever be. he t-poses
3 yrs ago
Today Show 9-11-01 ~ Live on NBC as Tragedy Occurred [s l o w e d + r e v e r b]
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3 yrs ago
40 hours into the mass effect remaster. gameplay is good but not sold on the plot changes. wish garrus would stop saying "reaper? i hardly know her!" laugh track on the normandy is a weird choice too
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3 yrs ago
fine, since you asked so nicely officer, i will confess my crimes. since i was seven years old i have refused to match any socks in my sock drawer. i practice sock hookup culture. i am a slut
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This school was as much of a goddamn minefield as Atlas ever was.

Up north, everyone in their year was generally connected by friendship, if not quite relationships for the most part. When you'd grown up through years of repeated hell weeks together, you grew comfortable with people in a way that Jericho couldn't be comfortable with the people here. The fabled boy-girl hoodie swap was as sacred a ritual as Bastion and Atlas had, and it extended to jackets, fleeces, and all other manner of second layers as necessary. Hedy Tritten once returned one of Bright's jackets with a goddamn t-shirt cannon through his bedroom window on the way to class, and Speer used to walk into class wearing enough female hoodies to cushion the bullet Jer constantly wanted to put through his heart. Even the Atlesian expat himself owned one of Princess' jackets, from some time or another when he was visiting the Gault manor one summer.

He had one of Rich's, too. With the white lion fur.

...

It was a birthday present.

From Bekah.

...

They'd been shooting pool down at the sports bar off Van Zandt, and there was a vent that led into Rich's closet in their loft, so Bekah had taken initiative and--

Anyway, Beacon. Minefield. Beryl Harken.

The Mistralian girl had helped out tirelessly with what tuning Jer could get done in ninety minutes. The time flew once they weren't locked in the workshop with Luke, Grat, and the others - when it was just Jer, his two hands, Beryl to hand him tools and ask an occasional question, and Duke Ellington for background noise. It was a good thing Beryl had her eyes on her Scroll now and again, or he might have missed half of this period on top of the class period he pissed away outside of class. For that, and for her assistance, and to try and make up for being grouchy with her, he had faltered for a second to try and thank her genuinely.

She had repaid his gratitude, given in good faith, with a non-consensual hug.

He hadn't wanted a hug.

He only returned it for five seconds. He counted.

And only because she would never get the chance to do it again.

He believed that it was that distraction that had caused him to show up late to PE. Beryl had thrown off his timetable irreparably, and now the professor was going to ream him on his first day of--

...

Which one is the professor?

The various denizens of the gym, all split up into pairs or small groups, looked to be freshman age with a couple of exceptions. There was no commanding presence in the gym like Coach Schultz in Atlas that screamed "it's time for drills." It didn't look like there was an office he could duck into. He might have been in the locker room, but if there were students in there, Jer thought that might be a little too sketchy for even Ozpin to overlook without some questions.

So who the hell is this guy? WHERE the hell...?

Well, there was Luke, at least.

So he was in the right place...

He was talking to a couple other students right now, and Jericho wasn't really in the mood for introductions after having his person assaulted by Beryl Harken's Affection Suplex, but bereft of other options Jer started to advance towards Luke and the other two students he was talking to, Gold Stripes jacket slung over one shoulder, chest holsters visible atop the remaining layer over his torso.

"Hey," he said curtly as a general greeting, though his intense amber eyes had stayed affixed to Luke. "Is this class a free period or something?"
I think I might be interested.
@Write and I have a Master/Servant tag team we've wanted to use for a minute now, if this is still open.


"Listen! These cupcakes will give us the energy we need to survive! That's what our good teacher is trying to tell us!"

To disguise her expression, Lauren took a large bite out of the energy she needed to survive, chewing carefully to keep the muscles in her face from betraying her. Her eyes strayed from Amy's sister (Trashy dancing on the table must be a dominant gene.) to the cute grouchy bitch who was staring Cyclops lasers into Stella and coming right for the throat.

"How were you assigned a class?"

Lauren slouched back in her chair, finishing off her cupcake and using her teeth to scrape icing off of her bottom lip. Her eyes were catlike in a way that Emerald's weren't, watching keenly underneath her innocent grin as she watched Estelle fend for herself against the sharks.

God damn, that teacher getup was something on her. That little skirt, those heels, her hair all fuckin' did up...

Lauren grinned wider.

Just who are you trying to impress, P r o f e s s o r?

!!!

There are eyes on my boobs.

Lauren's head rolled over to the left, tilting from one sister to another as she stared at the girl making giant blue moon eyes at her. This could only be Bianca. No wonder she felt something tickling the small of her back. Those fuckin' feathers. Good thing she wasn't a thot like Amy. Talking a hooker out of her kidney was good for a quick cash infusion, in Lauren's experience, but poor little bonne nuit here would wind up having her wings harvested and then made into the mattress that some businessman hired her to keep warm. Good thing she had enough money to avoid that kind of lifestyle.

Man, it must be hard being born rich instead of cool...

She was still being looked at. By both sisters, probably. Lauren decided to opt for the one right next to her and, one eyebrow raising as her grin grew amused, she waved with the fingertips of one hand, crossed over her left arm.

"Hiya?" she asked playfully, the side of her grin Bianca was seated on growing sharper as she bit back a laugh.
Should have my CS done this weekend when I have some downtime. I have family coming down to campus though so it'll probably be closer to Sunday.
@Polaris North@Plank Sinatra Glad you agree. Any thoughts on the premise update?
Also, Plank, any character ideas?


I'm cooking someone up yeah.
@tobiax Sounds good.
I'll have a Cairo post up this afternoon or tonight guys.
(VACUO VACUO VACUO)

Stop! Drop! Dodge Those Thots!

@NarayanK


Lauren threw her head back and laughed at Sangue's tentative answer. With her teammate on her back, Lauren picked up the pace on her way to Survival. It was clear that, as much as she enjoyed the material, she had been chomping at the fucking bit to slip out of Armory. Straightening up her shoulders (and careful not to push Sangue's head through the ceiling) Lauren released the faint sigh that had been stuck in her chest and grinned up at the snake.

"Sangue, love of mine, don't you ever get involved with women," she admonished, with a roll of her vibrant green eyes upwards to meet Sangue's. "'Cept for me, obviously. The rest of 'em are all the damn devil. They don't mean you not an ounce of good will. If I didn't have to be gay I wouldn't be. Well, I would be. I hate dicks."

This was dumb. What the fuck did Sangue even think she was talking about right now?

"Just stick with me, Sangue!" she course corrected with a glowing smile. "Together we'll survive all that the thots of the world have to throw at us, yeah? Ooph, watch your head here, babe, don't want to knock you out."

Lauren ducked down as she entered the hall where Estelle Nuit - God damn, look at this bitch living her best life, dat hair! - had taken over Survival classes at...some point? She didn't know when. Lauren had never taken a Survival class before. She'd learned quickly it was hard to concentrate on PE with Ben and Luke around to play off of (and play with) and she went to the gym enough during her free time with her student privileges that she could afford to leave her darling Cap alone for another class period or so. Survival had seemed like an easier take. She'd been surviving her whole life all over the world, right? Easy A.

As if she would flunk me.

Plopping Sangue down into a seat towards the front of the class, and quickly scooping up the one beside her, Lauren was halfway towards plopping her jacket down onto the desk as a makeshift leather pillow when she realized someone had left a cupcake on her desk.

On every desk.

Oh, Stella, you make it too easy.

Lauren cracked her con artist's grin down at the confection on her desk.

Now how the hell do I make this look most like a nipple...
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