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ASTRID: i slipped and fell at work today and someone who had just ordered a banana split made a joke about it ( because, you know, banana peels )instead of helping me

ASTRID: i've never felt the urge to refuse service until today

ASTRID: i didn't, though. just to clarify. that would be rude.

#i was going 2 post like ... an actual starter but #im just gonna reply to some instead #but take this as an offering of my life #i meant love jfc #sgrove:starter

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Petr: Poetry night next week.

Petr: I am going to read one or two things.

Petr: So if you are interested let me know and I can give you more information about it.

astrid: yes!!! please

astrid: i'm interested

#she writes poetry but hasn't a lot lately so shes like !!!!!!!1 #( petrnovak ! )#( convo ! )

how do you feel about the mixed signals you've been getting from rowan? is it something you want to pursue?

“i mean... i’ve been in worse situations and i don’t think it’s mixed signals as much as it’s... just figuring things out. and i’m okay with letting things play out while things are meshed out. it’s fine. i mean, i don’t want to be in a loop forever, but i don’t think it’s gonna be like that.” @rowcnoc

#( honesty hour ! )#Anonymous

do you miss your parents?

“well, of course. my mom, at least. i saw her for a bit at christmas but other than that, it’s been a while since we’ve just spent time together. i don’t think we will anytime soon, but, that doesn’t mean i don’t miss her.”

#( honesty hour ! )#Anonymous

#i couldn't think of a clever title bc im submerged in watching xfactor videos #sgrove:hh

text ✉ astrid

emilia: how can you not know of one of the greatest memes

emilia: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ycQsuTZuh5w

astrid: i'm not very good with... memes

astrid: i liked the one with the big hats

#( emilivs ! )#( convo ! )

kingjii:

he takes a sip of his coffee and smiles. of course astrid got his order right, even if it was complicated for no reason at all. “i’m not busy. even if i was, i’m never busy for you.” king’s mouth hangs open as she talks about going to the shelter. “yes. i wanna come. i wanna go.” he can feel his excitement building up. he was probably acting like a child but he didn’t care. “yes. i want to come. lets go.” king’s excitement is so high he doesnt even remember his lack of shoes and shirt.

“so if you were busy you’d stop being busy? that’s... not necessary, but sweet.” she smiles softly, taking a sip from her own coffee. his response only bring a wide smile to her face, a gentle hand grabbing on his arm to stop his excited parade out of his apartment. “king, you need a shirt. and some shoes. or something.” she laughs softly, shaking her head. “go get a shirt and then we can go.”

#( kingjiii ! )#( convo ! )

📲 Rowan ft. Astrid

ROWAN: good

ROWAN: where are you?

ASTRID: if you take a guess you have a 50/50 chance of getting it right

#( rowcnoc ! )#( convo ! )

rick-dahlstrom:

Slowly but surely, Astrid was learning her own way in life and it was quite encouraging to see, if not inspiring. He might even say that it instilled a sense of pride in him to see her excel so well, adapt and change into that of an adult, as if she were growing up before his eyes. She was learning skills that she should have a very long time ago from her own father and life skills. She was learning to be her own person, put herself first, talk about herself rather than pushing it away. He knew she could sometimes feel like she was annoying him still today and he took the time to reassure her that was definitely not the case. Truthfully, he looked forward to a text from her anymore when a few days had passed after seeing her unless he heard from her even before then. Knowing that part of it was in thanks to gaining a father figure made him feel just a little accomplished with something in his own life. They were something that each other had not known was necessary within their own lives. Astrid was soft and gentle, the type of person he had spent a majority of his life avoiding like the plague in fear they might shatter in his hands, yet here he was, having her over more often than not and reveling in her company, always finding something to talk about. She never judged him for anything that he told her and she was so open and willing to listen to him speak on the matter of his past and whatever was going on in his life, whether that was good or bad. Astrid may not always know what to say and that was perfectly fine. Someone who would listen to him was all that he needed in his life. “Yeah, I ain’t a workaholic like Hazel, I’m not about t’ run myself ragged and go to work at th’ same time, I might lose my fuckin’ mind, Astrid,” he complained, the grin on his face evident in spite of his own tone. Their relationship was that of father and child, they often joked and they often engaged in playful inside jokes as if they were as well. She was herself around him and Rick loved the person she was that she hid underneath that soft and quiet exterior, underneath the timid way that she hid herself. Finding her clinging to him in a way that at the beginning of their relationship he might not have known what to do with, he knew what to do with it now, what was expected of him and what he should do with that and figured it was actually good practice for any possibility that he would become a parent one day, let alone a step-parent to Anastasia’s daughter. Scoffing and ruffling his own hair as she scolded him, he retorted, “Hello, earth t’ Captain Obvious, my hair is th’ very least of my problems! Your hair would look awful pretty longer, though. I’d like t’ get mine cut down to somethin’ a lil’ more manageable. You’re better than your father at havin’ your life together, I guess that’s somethin’ to be smug about but cut me some slack! I’m busier than ya!” Chuckling and rolling down his window so he could rest his arm on the door of the car, he glanced over at her as she spoke, focusing on a sharp turn heading into town then, a frown forming on his face. He hadn’t pulled through, then. His frown turned back to a smile upon hearing she wasn’t allowing it to bother her, chancing another glance at her face to confirm she was being honest with him. “Good, I’m glad ya aren’t lettin’ it bother ya. If he hasn’t gotten back to you, he ain’t worth your time, y’hear me?” Pausing a moment at her question, though it had been expected, he lifted his eyebrows, feeling his pale face flush a tint of pink. “So… Anastasia took my spare key an’ she’s been comin’ over about half the week now… She was here last night aaaand…” He could feel his expression twisting into a smirk despite himself, his hand resting on his chin in a meager attempt to hide it. “I maybe got a lil’ behind on gettin’ ready between takin’ a shower with her and makin’ her breakfast and tryin’ to get her detached from me t’ get out the door…” Rick could feel a snicker rising in his throat, becoming a chuckle and keeping his eyes on the road, rubbing his face and scratching his stubble. “How’s things with your parents, heard from your mother since we talked about it?”

It had taken Astrid a while to get where she was now, but she took pride in surrounding herself with people that helped her grow. She had spend most of her life surrounding herself with people that she could help, much like her mother did with her father, but she knew that she couldn’t do that anymore. One of the main influences helping her grow was, of course, Rick. They both helped each other in different ways and even though Astrid felt like she didn’t do much, she always hoped that she could help him like he helped her. It was him who encouraged her to kick her ex out of her life; who encouraged her to stand up to her parents. Things she was never good at because she had a concern for other people’s feelings that was greater than the concern for her own. But it wasn’t until her and Rick started talking more, growing closer, that she realized she needed to put herself first. Her feelings, her needs. Sure, she still would rather talk about something else first before going into her personal life, but she was getting better about it. In fact, with Rick, she was learning to talk more easily. He saw more than most people did, and that was okay. She sighs softly at the comment, frowning in honor of Hazel working too hard. She knew it was true; whenever she went in the shop to visit, H was always there. “Does she ever take a break, Rick? I’m going to start bringing her lunch every day or something. To make sure she’s eating.” it’s a passing though, really, but that was Astrid’s inner compassion coming out. She takes a piece of her own hair in her hand, pulling it forward as if she was examining the length. “I like it short! it’s easier. I used to wear it long when I was in high school and it was frustrating. And your hair looks fine, Rick. Just a little...” she grins softly, letting the though hang in the air for a few moments. “Fluffy.” she settled with, expecting the response from Rick would be nothing less than amusing ( to her, at least ). “But besides, aren’t dads supposed to be busier than their daughters? You’re got a sixteen year old daughter to worry about, of course you’re busier than me!” she jokes back, a large smile fixed across her lips. “And just to point out, my life wasn’t really all that together before. Not that I was busy, but. It was a bit of a mess. However! I don’t think it’s as much of a mess anymore. I mean, perhaps a little bit, but nothin’ I can’t handle. Which I think is saying a lot considering a few months ago I wouldn’t even talk comfortably about my life.” the conversation takes a slight serious turn, but she doesn’t mind. It was easy to talk to Rick. Especially about this. “Yes, dad.” she laughs softly in response, nodding her head. “i’ll give him some time. i technically told him he needs to think about what he wants and then get back to me. So, I guess this could be think time, or it could just be... loss of interest. But I don’t know. I’m not going to worry about it and I’m not upset.” It was different for Astrid, to be so lowkey about something, but perhaps it was good for her to not worry so hard about it. If it worked, it worked. “Please spare me the details.” Astrid jokes softly, smiling over at him as he drives. “How are you guys doing, good? I know I said this already but I’m really happy for you.” she notes, because she is. Seeing Rick happy, even if it means leaving the house a little late, is something that makes Astrid happy. When they first met and started talking, Rick wasn’t even sure about the idea of dating, and now look at him. She was proud, but he knew that. “You’re sure me staying the night tonight is okay? I don’t want to... interrupt anything.” she asks, nose scrunching a the comment but she’s still smiling. When he asks about her parents she nods, pulling out her phone. “Just once. Mom texted me and just said she hoped I was having a good week, but left it at that. Which I’m okay with. It’s not that I don’t want to talk to her, I do. I just... Can’t talk to him or worry that he’s going to steal her phone to try and sneakily talk to me. But I think she’s starting to understand that I just... Don’t want to be around him. Maybe not fully, because she’s still there so I don’t think she’ll ever fully understand but, enough, at least.” she explains, her tone soft and gentle. “I don’t know if I’m ever going to go over there again but I think maybe I’ll invite her over for dinner one night. When I can trust that he won’t try to tag along. I don’t know if that’s a good idea, though.” Despite the fact that, perhaps, he didn’t think so; Rick gave great advice, so she valued his opinion highly. There hadn’t been a moment yet that something he told her didn’t value her, so whatever he had to say about this, Astrid felt, would help. “How are you doing? Besides the Ana thing, I already know about that. How are you?”

#( rick-dahlstrom ! )#( convo ! )

📲 Rowan ft. Astrid

ROWAN: do you want me to come and see you?

ROWAN: tell you in person?

ASTRID: yes

ASTRID: that would be nice

#( rowcnoc ! )#( convo ! )

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any favorite friendships?

@gayzels & @rick-dahlstrom & @zaneneptune, @sullivanism & @wclven, @d–sanders & @vincegagliardi, @kylenotkylie & @celina-guan, @coooperisms & @mickeymoran, @kingjii & @astridism, @safiyaiisms & @parkercullen.