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heelies into the dpd, sunglasses on, smoothie in hand “whaddup bitches”
blackcoffeefumes:
Gavin’s eyes instantly widened as the phone was offered to him. He wanted to refuse and push it away, the last time he and Kat had talked it hadn’t… ended well.
Hesitantly, he reached forwards and took the phone. “H-Hey Katty-” He winced as she instantly started yelling, he pulled the phone away from his ear so it wouldn’t burst his ear drum. God this was the worst. Slowly, he brought it to his ear again. “No, she’s fine…”
“Yep.”
“Yeah.”
“I know.”
“But-”
“Alright.”
“Okay.”
“Bye.”
Gavin slowly hung up the phone and was silent for a moment as he placed it on the table and slid it back over to Ellie. “So…. she says you have to stay until Sunday and then she’s going to come pick you up.” He didn’t know what terrified him more: the fact that that then meant he would be responsible for a child for four whole days with his minimal knowledge of child care, terrible life habits, complete lack of adulthood responsibilities, and all the dangerous things in his apartment that were completely unsafe for anyone under the age of 21 or…. the idea of seeing his ex girlfriend.
“What?” Sitting there listening to half the conversation, she’d thought she’d be shoved back on the bus, sent home to end up grounded and back in school the next day. Not... Not left in Detroit the whole weekend. Excitement and disappointment warred in her, showing clearly on her face.
She was happy to have time to get to know her dad. But her mom wasn’t willing to come get her until the end of the weekend? “That’s... awesome. Yeah. We can get to know each other or... I guess I could see the city a bit if you have to work.”
Ellie took the phone back, fiddling with it briefly before shoving it aggressively into her bag. Her mom was probably just glad to have a whole bunch of days without her around. She could do all the fun ‘adult’ things she and Dave liked without getting a babysitter. Like she even needed one, she was nearly a teenager.
‘ SHIT PEOPLE SAID IN THE DBH RP SERVER: VOICE CHANNEL ‘ SENTENCE STARTERS
‘ this call is succulent. succulent! ‘
‘ my name is connor, im the android sent by payless shoes ‘
‘ hank va: what the fuck connor ‘
‘ my name jeff ‘
’ with great power comes great bullshit ‘
‘ i didn’t understand why everyone loved their stupid android dicks until i got one myself ‘
’ Your name is Connor, but you have asked me to call you vagina vagina vagina vagina ‘
‘ obvious there is no higher power as we are here doing this and none of us are dead yet ‘
connor: im about to sing a song Markus: [dial up noises]
‘ nine one one u FUCKING BITCH ‘
‘ sparkle city bitch ‘
‘ 20 ypm. yeets per minute ‘
‘ i am not your father ‘
‘ oliver viderkol brought evil into this server (it’s all of you) ‘
‘ that’s pretty gay mate ‘
‘ my name is connor connor connor connor connor connor connor connor. i’m the android sent by ERROR PLEASE RESTART ‘
‘ people who draw connor without his beauty spots are demons ‘
‘ simon is a big twink baby i love him ‘
‘ my name is connor and i’m getting deactivated tomorrowwww ‘
‘ you’ve heard of panic! at the disco, now get ready for aaaaah at the cyberlife store ‘
‘ daddy viderkol ‘
‘ what did u call my momther ‘
‘ markiplier is a hoe ‘
‘ y'all ever heard of call of duty modern warfare ‘
‘ stop crying pussy ass ‘
heelies into the dpd, sunglasses on, smoothie in hand “whaddup bitches”
heelies into the dpd, sunglasses on, smoothie in hand “whaddup bitches”
“Why are we so focused on outer space when we don’t even have a submarine that’s capable of exploring our own oceans?”
“the ocean is a polluted wasteland. there’s no future in it.” a shrug. “besides, space is way cooler. older. and there might be aliens that think we’re all dumbasses.”
Chowder Sentence Starters (1/??)
“sorry, ladies. i’m taken.”
“we can’t win if we’re not there!”
“here, boy, have a treat.”
“oh now you’re just being rude.”
“the chance to grasp eternal glory in my sweaty little hands.”
“something smells awful.”
“my passage is blocked.”
“hey, num-nums.”
“i’m not your boyfriend!”
“you can put your hand down, i will not be shaking it.”
“drop and give me twenty.”
“i like this enthusiastic side of you.”
“you will still love me after i beat you, right?”
“did i forget to mention that part?”
“you said this was gonna be fun! the fun is gone!”
“this mustache proves i’m great!”
“go get me a hot dog.”
“the violence! please! think of the children!”
“___, i wanna go home.”
“why try? this whole thing is pointless.”
“no. there will be no touching of me.”
“failure tastes like a bad turnip… i don’t like turnips!”
“don’t wet yourself just yet.”
“think anyone’ll notice?”
“good going, ___. now i have to look at you in daylight.”
“you saved my life.”
“come back to me, ___. you’ve so much to live for!”
“i feel like we were just starting to become friends and now you are gone forever.”
“i’m not dead!”
“i guess you’re not a total waste.”
“that’s just the pain talking.”
“you can’t help being the dirty ragamuffin you are, anymore than i can help being the lovable dumpling i am.”
“i’m gonna kill him. really.”
“rub noses for luck!”
“keep your hands where i can see ‘em.”
“make yourself useful and zip me up.”
“get out your claws. i need you to break up this lovefest.”
“all y’all’s crazy.”
3am conversations sentence starters
“Do you think bigfoot could learn how to skateboard?”
“Why did they call UFO’s flying saucers?”
“Do you ever just question the invention of something and the sanity of the people that thought it was a good idea?”
“It just turned 3:33am. You think a ghost will show up and spook us?”
“The universe is huge, dude, how can you NOT believe in aliens?”
“If we have an eating contest now and then fall asleep, we’ll be waking up with the shits.”
“I’d love to see a Dora and Clifford crossover. That stupid little bitch would still take all episode to find him.”
“Why are we so focused on outer space when we don’t even have a submarine that’s capable of exploring our own oceans?”
“What kind of fucked up monsters do you think lives in the deep ocean?”
“The Bermuda triangle is definitely the work of aliens, dude.”
“Why did America give up on boybands?”
“You know you’re my best friend, right? Even if you piss me the hell off and then some.”
“Which cryptids do you think could actually be real?”
“Shut the fuck up with your giraffe neck ass boy.”
“If you’re gonna keep farting and shitting in my damn bed, I’m gonna have to kick you right in the asshole.”
Misc. sentence & symbol starters
Send one for my muse’s reaction (sfw & nsfw):
Feel free to change pronouns/etc, or add descriptions of what’s happening!
“It’s not so bad, once you get used to it. But once you get out? All Hell breaks loose.”
“I don’t need you to hold my hand. I can do this alone.”
“That letter you wrote–did you mean every word?”
“Come watch the sunset with me.”
“Once, just once, I’d like for someone to bring me flowers instead of corpses.”
“Everyone I’ve asked says you’re someone who can’t be trusted. What do you make of that?”
“You’ve been so quiet, lately. Is there something we need to talk about?”
“Nobody completes another person. There’s no such thing as a soulmate.”
“If we die tomorrow, I want you to know that you were the (best/worst) thing to ever happen to me.”
“Love doesn’t always involve suffering. At the very least, it shouldn’t.”
“Who taught you love was supposed to hurt?”
“I’m not asking for your deepest, darkest secrets. I’m just asking you to open up a little.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me. You can’t.”
“Does (name/pronoun) know you’re here with me?”
“When they died, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I just… got lost.”
“Rage will only get you so far.”
“There are more lives at stake here than the ones you care about! What gives you the right to decide that one person’s life weighs more than countless others?”
“You look at (name/pronoun) like you want to fuck (name/pronoun).”
“It’s been a bad day, please pay attention to me.”
“I want to make you feel good.”
“Can you stop eye-fucking me for five minutes?”
“What I’m saying is: I want to fuck you.”
“Not that I’m complaining, but your hand keeps brushing my groin.”
“Hands to yourself until I say otherwise.”
“On your knees, there we go.”
“Everyone knows the two of you have been fucking.”
“Getting laid might help you relax a little.”
“I could kiss you all day.”
“I’m not saying I don’t love you. I’m saying I don’t trust you.”
“Don’t think for one second that there’s anything I wouldn’t do for (name/pronoun).”
“Did I ever tell you about my parents?”
“You must have done something truly awful, to end up where you are now.”
“I didn’t know how to tell you, so I didn’t. I’m sorry.”
“Stop trying to make me feel guilty.”
“Tell me something nice, please. About anything.”
“If you don’t get out of bed, I’ll pour this coffee on you.”
“I’m afraid of a lot of things. You’re not one of them.”
“If you would just let me take care of you, this would be a lot easier on us both.”
“What makes you think I’d ever help you?”
“Do you need me to kill someone?”
Symbols (add as much or as little description as you’d like!)
★ to clap a hand over my muse’s mouth and drag them out of sight
❉ to kiss my muse on the mouth (or somewhere else, if specified)
↑ to pick my muse up and carry them, for whatever reason
™ to wrap an arm around my muse’s shoulders and pull them in for a hug
♫ to playfully slap my muse’s ass
✂ to grab my muse by the throat
☛ to start shouting at my muse for something they did
♦ to slide a drink towards my muse (alcoholic or otherwise)
♠ to tend to my muse when they wake up injured and confused in your muse’s home, having been rescued by your muse
≠ to slap my muse across the face!
♡ to touch my muse any way you’d like - add a description!
Add ‘reverse’ for our muses’ roles to be reversed!
"Well uh- I got some broken arm and leg components if you wanna mess around with those."
“dude, yeah, show me!” it’s an excited smile on the girl’s face. you did good steph.
Sentences that popped into my wife’s head on the edge of sleep, as sentence starters
“Is it still the milk on cardboard thing that keeps them alive?”
“Ptui, there’s senile monk in the water.”
“Transparent gold…“
“A bit of a freak? Well, that’s a bit of an understatement, wouldn’t you say?“
“According to them, there’s a blight on morality.“
“That was what he preferred to think of men, if he was forced to think of them at all.“
“’Our Pelham sleeps peacefully tonight’, I heard a man mutter. As if he cared.“
“The nightly hour that covered weal and woe…“
“For men who cannot dance or sing are men no woe can move.“
“fucking shit.”
blackcoffeefumes:
“ ‘Course she doesn’t know..” Gavin sighed, which he felt like he had been doing a lot of today. If it wasn’t obvious that she was his kid before, it sure was now. A complete disregard for authority, doing whatever she wanted, but hey at least she was being safe. There’s that. “Well you better text her or call her or something, she’s probably worried.” He pulled his phone out. “But tell her I’m getting you a bus ticket back home.”
“Okay.” Part of her wanted to argue, wanted to beg him to let her stay the rest of the week. But that would be pushing her luck. Ellie fished her phone from her bag, wincing as she turned it on and the screen filled with notifications. Texts, calls, messages... “I... am in a lot of trouble.” She quickly hit her mom’s contact and waited.
It picked up at the first ring. “Lizzie? Where are you? Are you hurt? The school called saying you ditched, why in the world would you do such a thing?” She held the phone away from her ear.. “Mom. I’m okay. I’m in Detroit. I found dad.” The line went silent. “Put him on, please, Elizabeth.”
She looked up at him, holding the phone out. “She wants to talk to you.”
swattcd:
“Dad?” He puzzled aloud, expression screwing up as he looked the child over. Her features were indiscernible, there wasn’t anything he saw that quite screamed who’s child she in fact was, but he wasn’t much for sitting at desks and chatting with the others to begin with. He was more of a cruiser lounger. “Who’s your dad, exactly?”
And why was she here? Bring your daughter to work day? A shackle maybe? Arms folding, he glanced towards the holding cells briefly before shifted to set a hand to her shoulder, his gaze narrowing. “How about we sit in the break room and talk. I’ll even get you one of the good donuts.”
Honestly, she really didn’t want to. He’s tall and intimidating and unknown, but clearly someone who worked there. “Okay. But it better be a good one.” It’s all bravado but that was something she had in spades. Besides, she didn’t get to Detroit all by herself to let one guy intimidate her.
“My dad is Detective Reed. He doesn’t really have anywhere else for me to go right now.” Her fault. She doesn’t say anymore until they’re in the break room, tiniest embarrassed blush spreading across her face. “I’m... not supposed to leave his desk except for the bathroom.”
blackcoffeefumes:
Gavin didn’t say much until the were outside of the precinct, even then, it was only a short: “Just… follow me.” They walked around the corner, and down another block, coming to a small cafe. It was mostly empty and Gavin grabbed a table in the far corner. He quickly sat, and stayed silent for another moment before finally speaking up: “Okay so- start over. You’re my daughter. You’re from.. where again? How did you even get here? Does your mom know where you are?”
She followed him silently, waiting until he spoke to say anything. “Mesick. It’s on the other side of the state. Mom moved there before I was born.” Ellie’s head ducked down. “I, uh... left school early to catch a bus here. She... doesn’t know.” And she wasn’t sure she’d get away with that. “But it was only a three hour trip and I sat at the front of the bus. I was being safe.”
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“Well, I’m glad he could be of help, though I must insist if you have any need of help further to come to me.” Ophelia motioned towards her partner’s desk. “And I must insist you return to Detective Reed’s desk.”
“Are you gonna tell him about this?” Honestly, at this rate she was gonna get herself banned from the station. That or handcuffed to a desk. “Cause I don’t think he needs to know.”