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ugly-anastasia:

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“Designer” handbag. Right. So Eloise’s henchmen couldn’t even tell the difference between a real LV and a knockoff one from Camden Market! So embarrassing for her.

She opened her mouth to say so, and then shut it. This was exactly what they wanted from her. To admit all of her secrets!

“Don’t play stupid with me,” Annie hissed. “I know exactly what game you’re playing here. I’ve seen you around here before, too. Watching me.” Well, not specifically, but if Annie really wracked her brains… he definitely seemed familiar. “Spare change my ass. How much is she paying you, huh?”

Come to think of it, maybe Sid wasn’t hungry at all. Starving definitely seemed like a better idea than talking to this crazy person any longer than he had to.

But...

“Who?” he asked, a smirk on his face. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” But he made it seem like he maybe did. That way maybe this stupid lady would tell him who was supposed to be paying him to spy on her. Maybe then he could go find that person--get them to really pay him. Or.

“Unless your compensation is better. Then I might know a little something about her.”

#annie

moon-yeongjun:

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Aish. Someone was loitering in front of his store!

Now, usually Jun only had to worry about Uncle Waldo and this kind of thing. The man would get so drunk and then take over the storefront, scaring away customers, and Jun would have to beat him away with a broom (metaphorically, obviously). But it wasn’t Uncle Waldo at front. Jun wasn’t quite sure who it was judging on the back of the man’s head, but he could still squint through the window and see how people kept veering away from him.

Chasing off business. That wouldn’t do!

Jun grumbled and then pushed his front door open. “Yah, no loitering! You either come in and buy something or go!” Jun snapped.

Sid knew this was going to happen sooner or later. He’d been hoping to snag a nice person before the owner of the market decided to peek his head out the door, but if the stuff he heard about this dude was true, maybe he was more surprised that it took him so long. Apparently this dude had like, the biggest stick ever shoved right up his ass when it came to anyone who wasn’t important around town.

That’s what the kids said at least. Sid had learned that kids actually know quite a bit more than most adults give them credit for.

“Whoa, dude,” he said, holding up his hands. “Last I checked this is a public sidewalk.”

#jun

thedipster:

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Dipper usually didn’t like to talk to strangers on the streets, because he just didn’t really like talking to strangers in general and aside from the rehearsed interaction with service people, it was just generally uncomfortable. Thankfully, people usually didn’t approach him, so he could just go about his business for the most part.

Except, when people did approach him and he had to pause for a second to process what they were saying — like this dude in front of the Moon Market, who was asking him for money because he was hungry. It wasn’t Uncle Waldo, who Dipper

“Oh, uh, I don’t have cash on me,” Dipper admitted. “But if you come in, I can get you a sandwich or something?”

In the back of his head, he heard his father scold him because this was a surefire way to accidentally pay for someone’s groceries because he couldn’t say no, but would that be so wrong?

A sandwich was better than nothing so Sid wasn’t about to turn down this dude’s offer. “Yeah, man, that would be really cool of you,” he said, moving to follow the guy inside. Maybe once they were in there, he could talk the guy into getting him a few other things. It shouldn’t be hard. The guy really did look too nice for his own good.

“Do they have ready made sandwiches here?” he asked, walking in and grabbing a hand basket. He figured he could carry all the shit this dude was gonna buy. And also maybe throw some extra stuff in there. “Oh, I’m Sid, by the way. Don’t know if I’ve seen you around here. Are you local or just passing through?”

Not that anyone really passed through Swynlake. It was sort of out of the way, which was why Sid liked it.

#dipper #dipid lmfao #i feel like there are just so many great combos

sebastian-morey:

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Sebastian often did the shopping for his parents - it was something he could do without feeling completely useless, and if they refused to take his rent money then this was at least one of the ways he felt like he could pay them back. They grew quite a bit of their own stuff out back, of course but.. Moon Market covered everything else they needed. Though the amount of groceries they needed these days was far less than anything they needed before. There were no longer nine heads to feed.

His brows raised when the person loitering around outside of the market spoke to him. Sebastian didn’t think he recognized him - but it… quite unlike a tourist to be asking for spare change at the market…

Part of him told said it was unwise. Next thing he knew he was going to get mugged on the street. But part of him was always raised to keep people’s interests in mind…. “…change doesn’t cover shit these days.” Sebastian mused as he stepped past the man towards the store, he spared a glance over his shoulder though - eyeing the man carefully before he finally nodded his head towards the door. “…c’mon then. Don’t want Mr. Moon catching you standing around out here.”

Score.

He knew he was a good judge of character! Ha, not really, but he knew his luck couldn’t be shit forever and he was glad the good luck came when he needed some food. He nodded and moved to follow the other man inside. “I’ve heard some pretty wicked things about the dude that owns this place,” he said, keeping his voice down. “Like apparently his temper is wild.”

And yeah, Sid knew that, but he had to eat and some glorified grocery store clerk wasn’t going to stop him from trying to feed himself, no matter how pissy he apparently could be. “Or I mean, maybe everyone who shops here is shitty and he’s just tired of it.” Sid looked around, trying to decide where the best place for him to start was.

“Uh, I don’t want to super take advantage of you or anything, so I was thinking like a couple instant things--you know the shit that cost like nothing and lasts forever. If that’s okay?”

#seb

notbad-justsungthatway:

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Once again, Jessica was forced to go grocery shopping to keep up her cooking habit. She was still moving a little slow, the ankle she’d turned at Prom giving her some trouble, but she refused to let that get int he way of her life. So that meant a trip to the Moon Market to stock up on the basics.

She caught sight of the man standing outside, but she didn’t pay him any mind at first. People often stood around, especially in summer as they transitioned from school schedules to summer schedules, with the ability to travel or to look for new opportunities.It was only when he spoke that she slowed to consider what he was asking.

Jessica wasn’t necessarily well off these days, so charity wasn’t something she was able to offer as freely as she’d like. But she remembered being hungry as a child far too often to be able to ignore a request like that easily. Her mother had tried her best, but…well. Memories like that stuck.

“Why don’t you come on in with me? You can pick out what you like as I don’t have much cash on me.”

Sid, for once, thought he’d done a pretty good job at picking this one out. Sometimes asking for charity was humiliating and Sid would often squirm in his skin when he did it. It was the way they looked at you--like you were pitiful and in need, but also dirty and untouchable. This lady didn’t look at him like that. This lady looked almost comfortable around him, like maybe she knew how he felt.

Not great. But better than pity and disgust.

And beggars really couldn’t be choosers, could they?

Sid nodded and smiled a little, trying to keep that slimy feeling inside of him at bay. She really did seem genuinely nice. He wondered how she would feel if he told her the reason why he had no money was currently littered around his couch and stuffed in his ashtray.

“Thank you,” he said. “I really appreciate it and I don’t need much.”

Sid walked over to the door and held it open for her. “After you.”

#jessica

vvinter-queen:

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Elsa was probably over-thinking this whole ‘Anna is living with her now’ thing, but it seemed like everyday she would end up at the market after work, having thought of something else she thought would be nice to have on hand for her little sister. She felt a little like a crow; bringing whatever shiny or helpful thing she thought Anna would like as an offering.

Today it was some of those crisps that Anna always seemed to be snacking on during her lunch break at the Ice Queen. Elsa knew they sold little packets meant for packing into lunch boxes and she thought that would be easier.

So distracted by her strange, corvid-esque tendencies, Elsa almost walked right past the man standing outside the market until he spoke up and she stopped to turn back to him.

“Change?” she asked, cocking her head curiously to the side before it registered in her brain and her eyes went wide. “Oh, yes! Sorry, wasn’t paying attention. I don’t have cash on me right now, but did you want to come in with me?” she offered. “I’m just getting a few things myself, I’m sure we can get you some groceries and something for dinner.”

It was an easy offer to make. She had plenty of money and the Northuldra had been a very community-driven people to grow up with. Her mother had bought groceries for random strangers when they would shop in Arendelle more times than Elsa could count. Just because Elsa had decided to isolate herself didn’t mean that the innate need to take care of her neighbors hadn’t stuck.

Sid kind of regretted asking this woman for help as soon as she turned her gaze to him. It instantly softened, and although Sid was techically standing outside of a supermarket asking people for help to buy food, he didn’t want pity. Pity was for people whose lives were much shittier than his and it made him feel slimy and gross.

Oh. And angry.

But, just because he was angry at this stupid lady who was looking at him like he was one of those fucking dogs in the stupid ASPCA commercials didn’t mean he could afford to piss her off. He was hungry and that was the whole point of this.

“Oh, I don’t wanna make you walk around the store with me,” he said, trying to see if he could maybe still weasel his way out of being stuck with her for an extended period of time. It was then that he sort of thought maybe he recognized her. “Hey aren’t you the lady with the ice cream place?”

#i also don't remember the last time i wrote with u lol #GLAD WE ARE FIXING THAT #elsa

ugly-anastasia:

inside-im-screaming:

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Annie had set up the security cameras outside her house. She was researching sorcerers who might be able to help her, too. Maybe she would reach out to them, if she could budget for it. But Annie was still looking over her shoulder everywhere she went. Eloise knew where she lived. And it was only a matter of time before she showed up again.

And it wasn’t just about Levi. Annie knew he was safe with Tom, as reluctant as she was to admit it. But she just didn’t want to see Eloise’s face again. She didn’t want to explain things to her. It was too fresh. Too painful. And she didn’t really trust herself. She had been manipulated by Eloise and her family once before. What was stopping it from happening again?

So when she saw an unfamiliar man loitering outside the Moon Market on her way in, it made Annie nervous. And when he was still there on her way out, Annie was fully convinced he was up to no good. One of Eloise’s henchmen, probably! Here to collect information on her! She didn’t even hear what he actually said.

“Stay back!” Annie said reflexively, clutching her shopping bags tightly. “I’m not telling you anything!”

[outfit]

Uhhhh?

What?

Sid had no fucking clue what was happening right now. All he’d done was ask if she could spare some change and she was freaking out like he was trying to fucking interrogate her? Literally what an absolute psycho.

He backed off, holding up his hands and trying not to laugh. "Shit, lady,” he said, eyeing her a little now that he could see her better. She was pretty, yeah, but she had this crazy look in her eyes that he remembered from being in jail. Sometimes guys would look at you like that and you would know they were up to no good. This bitch was definitely off her rocker.

“All I did was ask if you and your designer handbag could spare some change. No need to get all uptight about it.”

#annie #lmfaooo #oh annie

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So here he was again, Sid Phillips standing outside the fucking Moon Market with no goddamn money and a growling stomach. It was his own fault, really, because just the other day he’d spent all of his money on cigarettes and beer in a fit of rage, just so he could drown out all the voices in his head telling him he’d never be better than what he was--he’d always be a piece of shit.

So yeah, now he was standing outside the market, trying to look nonchalant, sizing up the people walking by. Asking for money was a tricky thing. You had to get the right people, otherwise some asshole would report you. Sid knew this. It happened to him often.

Finally a person walked by who looked like maybe they’d care about a hungry dude with no money.

“Hey, uh, sorry to bother you, but do you think you could spare some change? I just wanted to get a couple things to eat,” he said, gesturing to the market behind him.

#swynopen

twentytanya:

Parasite | Sinya

This was the great thing about Sid. Tanya didn’t even have to try. He worked himself up, compounding his anger until it took on a life of its own– or maybe there was something else going on here, some other force at play that made him so bloody pissed-off all the time. Whatever it was, it was like Christmas dinner to Tanya.

She leaned against the locker and closed her eyes to soak it in, feeling her power grow. She felt almost alive. Not fully, because nothing made her feel fully alive, but it was pretty damn close. And it felt good.

“Theeere we go,” Tanya said, smiling to herself. “That’s more like it. You know, you need to feel your feelings. It’s only healthy. For you and for me. Just saying.” Really, she was doing Sid a favor by reminding him not to repress all of this, wasn’t she?

It wasn’t helping.

Sid was still so fucking angry. He needed to leave before he tried to beat the shit out of a revenant. That wouldn’t go well for him and he really, really wanted to try to be better. It was just so fucking difficult.

“Mhm, yeah, fuck you. I’m going home,” Sid said, peeling himself away from the locker and trying not to make eye contact. He really shouldn’t leave. He’d already been talked to about leaving early and not finishing his work, and he hadn’t even started cleaning the bathrooms yet, but he was just so tired and so angry and he couldn’t do it anymore.

“If you wanna be nice for once you could put that fucking mop away for me,” he said, looking over his shoulder. “Or not. I don’t fucking care.”

With that, Sid kicked the door open and walked out, just barely mustering up the patience to lock it behind him. Leaving the mop was one thing. Leaving the door open was definitely another.

#tanya #jfdlakj

twentytanya:

Parasite | Sinya

“Aw, that’d be fun! It’s been a minute since I’ve had my energy scrambled,” Tanya smirked, lingering on top of the mop before wandering over to a locker that had been left open and idly scattering a container of pencil shavings that was inside across the recently-mopped floor.

It would be kind of annoying, actually, if Tanya did get her energy scrambled by getting hit over the head with a mop handle, but she would be fine. So she didn’t want Sid to think the threat meant anything to her.

When she finished with that, she took out a stack of papers and started flipping through them. “To answer your question, Mr. Sid, I do bother the other teachers. They’re just not here at night. And if I got expelled, we wouldn’t get to hang out, now, would we?”

Sid stared at the pencil shavings and inwardly seethed. He could do it. He could walk right up to Tanya and hit her over the head with this fucking mop handle and it would feel good to do it. Wouldn’t it? It would just feel great to let out his anger on this stupid, annoying, perpetual teenager that didn’t know how to leave him alone. And it wasn’t like he’d even really hurt her, so he wouldn’t get in trouble either.

Sid really didn’t want to go back to jail.

“Oh, how tragic. Not getting to hang out with you, my favorite person in the whole fucking world.”

Do it Sid. Hit her.

Sid kicked the bucket of mop water across the hall and watched as it crashed into the locker next to where she was standing. The water spilled all over, sloshing against her shoes, and he walked up to the bucket and kicked it. Hard.

“Go ahead,” he said. “Fucking take it.” Sometimes, when Tanya fed on his anger it helped. Not always and when it did it didn’t help a lot, but even a little help would be appreciated right now because he felt like he was going to explode.

#tanya

twentytanya:

Parasite | Sinya

The fucked-up thing about Tanya, actually, and about this whole situation, was that, in another life, Tanya would probably think Sid was extremely cool. He had a very punk vibe with all the tattoos and his general air of disrespect for authority along with his constant burning anger. When she was alive, Tanya probably would have tried to impress him.

But Tanya wasn’t alive anymore. And a ghost had to do what a ghost had to do.

“Not how it works, bruv,” Tanya smirked. Sid made a good point, though, that it could be a lot worse. God, if she fed off of douchebag energy… Tanya didn’t know what she’d do. Probably beg to be exorcised out of her own misery. “If you don’t want me to feed on you, you’re gonna have to find me another option who’s just as juicy as you. How would you feel if I went into your house and stole all your food and didn’t replace it?”

Sid rolled his eyes.

He literally did not have time for this shit. Any time he had even an ounce of sympathy for Tanya or thought for a second that she was even a little bit cool, she proved to him real fast that she didn’t give a shit. She was just there to be annoying. And yeah, fine, she had to do that because she was a soul-sucking ghost or whatever, but he was sure there were other people worth bothering besides him.

Why couldn’t she just fucking let him do his job and go home? Why did she have to constantly piss him off.

“Hey, I’m not the only angry person around here,” he said, dunking his mop into the dirty bucket of water and sloshing it around. Fuck, he just wanted to go home. He was hungry and tired and he was pretty sure these kids had done a number on the bathrooms today. He wasn’t looking forward to that at all.

“I know some of these teachers are real close to losing their shit. Why don’t you just go bug the fuck out of one of them or something until they go feral and expel you or something. That might be a good snack--oh my god move out of the fucking way!”

Sid was pressing the mop against her foot, trying to scrub up a particularly nasty mud track with a white-knuckled grip on the mop. “I swear to god, I’m going to break this mop handle over your head one day.”

#tanya

twentytanya:

Parasite | Sinya

“Seems like a real you problem,” Tanya replied casually, stepping in the puddle she had created and idly tracking more water across the hallway as she wandered, though she made sure not to go too far. Tanya’s magic did, partially, rely on proximity. She could get the most of her (metaphorical) money’s worth if she hung around Sid while his frustration burned.

The ironic thing was, spending over twenty years perfecting the art of being annoying had also shown Tanya how to be very considerate. There was an opposite to everything. And so, if Tanya wanted to, she probably could make Sid’s life a lot easier. Much more than some of the kids at this school, who didn’t even think about the consequences of things like not wiping their feet off before they went inside. Being a revenant, it turned out, made you very empathetic.

It just didn’t necessarily make you nice.

“You’ll probably be rid of me soon, for the record. They still think I’m a normal student here, the administration. And somehow, I didn’t fail bad enough to repeat a grade. So I think I’m gonna find some other poor sucker like you. Cherish these days while you can,” she said, starting to hum Green Day’s “Good Riddance.”

Sid dragged the mop across the floor, gripping the handle with entirely too much force. The fucked up thing about Tanya was that Sid didn’t really want to yell at her. She was actually pretty cool if he thought about it for more than five seconds. She was just so goddamn annoying all the time. And he got it. She had to do what she had to do, but fuck--couldn’t she just give him a break every once in awhile.

It was when she walked back over the section of floor he’d just mopped that he lost it just a little bit, his anger flaring bright and hot.

“Look!” he said, slamming the mop back into the bucket of water. “I get that you’re doing your whole thing, but can’t you go all ghosty and shit and stop fucking up my floor. The boss got on my ass yesterday because he could see foot prints trailing down the damn hallway when he got here in the morning and I know that shit was from you. Maybe you should learn how to feed on douchebag energy or something and go hang out at InterPride. Get yourself a nice internship and get out of my fucking hair.”

#tanya

twentytanya:

Parasite | Sinya

Jorge was fun to follow around, but he was a little too laid-back to be all that useful to Tanya. That didn’t mean she didn’t keep following him. But when Tanya seriously needed a boost, she knew who to find: Sid.

Sid was so angry all the time, Tanya could sense it from all the way across the school. She always knew when it was his night off, because the vibe was completely different without him. Sometimes, she didn’t even need to interact with him to feel a bit more corporeal, but lately, (ever since that conversation with Snow) Tanya felt off-kilter. It was time for a feast.

She followed the janitor for a little bit, tiptoeing and looking for the perfect opportunity. And then Tanya sprang, knocking over the bucket of soapy water he was carting down the hallway. “Whoops,” Tanya smirked.

[outfit]

@inside-im-screaming

Sid should’ve fucking known better. He’d had too many peaceful nights in a row--enough that he actually wondered if maybe Tanya had decided to move on. That was stupid. He realized that as his bucket of mop water up ended and spilled all over the floor.

“Son of a fucking bitch,” he hissed, his anger spiking dangerously before he forced himself to calm down. That was getting harder these days, what with the fucking kids in this place getting rowdier at the end of the day, just waiting for summer break to start. Sid hated the end of the year. Everyone was so fucking messy when they didn’t give a shit anymore.

“Ah, so I see you’re still here. I thought maybe you fucked off somewhere nicer,” he said, pulling out a rag and tossing it down on the floor. He used his foot to move it around and soak up some of the water. “God, these fucking kids don’t know how to wipe their feet off in the grass before they come in here, I swear to god. Look at this fucking trail of mud.”

#tanya #love it lmfao

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Everything you say to me (Takes me one step closer to the edge and I’m about to break) I need a little room to breathe (‘Cause I’m one step closer to the edge I’m about to break) Everything you say to me (Takes me one step closer to the edge and I’m about to break) I need a little room to breathe ('Cause I’m one step closer to the edge and I’m about to) Break

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