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sabcrhagcn‌:

I’ll have you know that it’s very economically responsible. One man’s waste is another cat’s treasure. Kitty’s gotta eat.

Seriously. Stay off the highways until I can rob the license off of someone. Had a weird dream I was in Beverly Hills the other night. Anything’s possible.

So, what’s new? You never call anymore.

I can’t judge.  I’ve been living off scraps from this vegetarian restaurant that takes pity on my precious mug for a few weeks.  

Whatever you say, weirdo.  

Some old, same old.  Cleaning up the city’s messes, making a few of my own.  The usual.  How’s the lady gang?

[heirbud-a-deactivated20200819]

Guys, have no fear. Your favorite psychic is here. And no, I don’t mean the kind with future telling super powers. I mean the spiritually intuitive kind of psychic. The tarot reading kind. Let’s not get confused.

Now that we have squared away. WHAT’S UP BEAUTIFUL SOULS? It’s your girl Jorge… Or Steve. Just not Stevonne. Please. That’s too much. How are we doing? It’s fine ass Monday afternoon. What have you done for yourself today?

[liabilitykt]

STEVIE! I need you to give me a reading, man.  How’s my week gonna go?  Should I have tossed out that old pizza instead of eating it?  i need some guidance.  

[wakennbake-blog1]

Uh…hey, guys. I know things have been weird and stuff, but I’ve actually had some kind of cool stuff going on. Mainly, I have an art opening that’s about to go down. I’d love to see a lot of friendly faces there, just in case no one shows up and I’m stuck drinking sparkling cider all alone and crying in a corner about all the money I’m not making. And if you’re a fan of art, or space, you should pop on in too. It’ll be a good time, if you’re into fancy boring shit and free champagne.

I also need a date or five so hit me up if you want to be my arm candy.

[liabilitykt]

Am I too late to be one of your arm candies?  I’m gonna be real bummed if I missed out of a Space Babe Expo.  

[liabilityblaine-blog]

It’s one of those nights.  I feel like I could use a drink.  Anyone up for a beer?

[liabilitykt]

Almost always.  I used to bartend back in Philly, so I got those bar tending listening skills down if you gotta vent.  

[heirbud-a-deactivated20200819]

So, The Pink Monkey just told me that they’re cutting my hours because I keep showing up late and said my music was too weird. But they offered me another position as a dancer/performer part time. So I guess I’m doing that too. Why not, ja feel? Anyone need a strippergram because your boy Arthur is here to deliver? I could use the paper.

[liabilitykt]

I’d throw a couple bucks your way, man.  I wanna hear this music too weird for a strip club though.  

[liabilitykt]

TEXT | CASS & NICO

CASS: SWOON

CASS: as long as I'm your princess that's all that matters tbh

CASS: throne, what throne??

NICO: u can be my princess any day 😍

NICO: i'll make u a throne for the house. how about that?

[...]

NICO: i some sum projects up my sleeve to keep me busy, but i think this one just took priority

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TEXT | RACHEL & FINN

RACHEL: Today I discovered "energy boosters", which add the amount of caffeine from one cup of coffee into any smoothie or drink!

RACHEL: Which means, I found a healthier option for my daily caffeine run and no one has to deal with a non-caffeinated Rachel Berry, but I also get to feel good in making a healthy choice.

RACHEL: Keeping up with a toddler without caffeine is practically impossible, and my boy is being very...energetic, as of late.

RACHEL: And so in this thrilling tale, my life has is saved!

RACHEL: But, that's more than enough about me. How has your life been since the...incident?

FINN: That's really cool. I don't really like the taste of coffee to begin with.

FINN: Sounds like maybe you got a little athlete in the making. He'll be sprinting before you know it!

[...]

FINN: I've been dealing. I kinda feel like a lot of it was my fault, but I'm just kinda trying to push through it. How are you doing? You and the little guy didn't get in the middle of the action too much did you?

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wakennbake‌:

No. Please do not come over until further notice. I’m a creature of death now.

We gotta stick together now more than ever, Caro.  What’s going on?

[liabilitykt]

bodevanhuds‌:

I don’t bring you the remote because I’m not your dog. I’m definitely smarter than the dog and more organized than you. Having your mom yeet you outta the house does that to you.

... I don’t know what yeet means.  I’m not mom... I won’t yeet you? 

I’m sorry ‘bout the bad joke.

[liabilitykt]

text  💥 dodger/nico

DODGER: Get the fuck in, we're going to Taco Bell.

NICO: i'm so ready, dodgerino!

NICO: i got a coupon for two free tacos! want one?

[liabilitykt]

text message → hudward

bodevan: you ever just wanna punch somebodies teeth in?

jack: Almost, always. Need to blow off some steam?

jack: I got an explosive I gotta test. I'll let you light the fuse.

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sabcrhagcn‌:

You are fresh out of the womb. Nice priorities, kiddo. chocolate bars and gummy worms just scream mature and responsible.

Glad you made it outta there. As funny as it would’ve been to cull the herd with a city-wide disaster, I don’t think I can find a backyard big enough to bury all of you monkeys in.

I’ve seen you eat a sandwich out of the garbage, you got no room to preach about responsibility. 

I think think Stephen King pulled the trigger on Pet Cemetery a little too soon.  Should have saved it for the official Ward family memoirs.  

[liabilitykt]

slcppyseconds‌:

I know you’ve been dyin’ without me, so I thought I’d grace y’all with my presence. How’s Chicago? Just as shitty as I remember?

I’ve rolled my eyes significantly less since I’ve had less “y’alls” thrown my way.  I’d wager that Chicago is even shittier than you remember.  Are you looking for your spot back?  I’m sure you’re aware of the hierarchy shift.  

[liabilitykt]

THE BLING RING AESTHETIC 

Disorder, chaos, anarchy: now that's fun!

[slcppyseconds]

There wasn’t much that frightened Shiloh. She’d handled a lot in her time, and while she’d never really dealt with anything traumatic, she’d been put in a lot of risky situations before. Still, walking alone at night always had her on edge–mutant or not, being a woman on the streets of Chicago carried its own set of risks, and though she didn’t have much worth mugging, some kid with a knife wouldn’t be able to differentiate. After a late shift at the diner, she was halfway home when she heard footsteps behind her. It was probably nothing, but from what she’d heard the city was a lot more dangerous than when she last lived there, and Shiloh’s hand instinctively slipped into her bag. Her fingers moved and she felt her gun grow to its normal size in the palm of her hand, thumb toying with the safety–just in case. She turned her head to the side, just enough to try and see who might be behind her, and… thunk. Shiloh, not paying attention, accidentally collided with the figure in front of her. “Ah, shit. Sorry, Darlin’. That’s my bad.”

[liabilitykt]

Logically Jay knew she should be paying more attention when walking the streets after hours, but she’d had a particularly emotional meeting with a client.  Their story touched Jay, and being an empath meant truly feeling their anguish.  Because of this she needed to disconnect herself a little from those around her.  Instead she was focusing on making it home, taking a bath, and meditating these emotions away so she could be fresh for the next morning.  

That numb feeling was soon pierced by fear as the woman bumped into her. Jay saw a figure following a few paces behind them, and she attributed that to the feeling of fear she was absorbing.  When she focused on the man, she didn’t like the feelings she was picking up on… there was rage laced with nervousness.  ”A petty criminal, must be new at this,” she thought turning to face the woman who had bumped into her.  

“Oh my goodness long time no see!” She exaggerated, pulling the woman into a hug.  She hoped safety in numbers and a witness would keep this thief from doing anything stupid.  Jay watched as the man crossed the street putting some distance between them all.  “I didn’t like that man’s intentions,” she all but whispered before pulling away.  “Was he following you for long?”  It was then she noticed the gun in her hand, but she didn't draw attention to it. While she didn’t see the point in arming herself, she chose not to judge how others went about making themselves feel safe.  

[liabilitykt]

“When was the last time you left the fucking house? || @fuckyoukatherine

Finn was well aware his apartment looked insane.  He hadn’t made much of an attempt to pick it up after it had gotten ransacked a few weeks ago, just making sure any broken glass was picked up off the floor.  It shouldn’t have surprised him how Kitty was able to squeeze between his bulky frame and the doorway to catch a glimpse at the state of things.  It wasn’t rare for Kitty to make her way down the hall and wind up at his front door with the request of whiskey; however, this couldn’t be a more inopportune time for the detective to show up at his front door. 

Ben was in the guest bedroom, and while they had an agreement that he would never be locked behind closed doors, if somebody showed up he would need to keep himself discreet.  As a sign of trust Finn had agreed to remove the collar for the time being.  That collar was now haphazardly placed on the coffee table along with the remote that unlocks it.  Finn only hoped he could get to it before Kitty recognized it, he did steal it from her police station after all.  

“Nows not really a good time Kitty.  I gotta be up real early for a press junket.” A lie, but she didn’t need to know that.  “I’ll make it up to you, and we can hit that new lounge downtown sometime instead."

[liabilitykt]

F2F ▸ FINN & MIMI

Finn knew they had a lot to talk about.  The conversation was inching towards what Mimi saw after the charity event-- the way Finn was able to stand minutes after being shot by a military grade sniper rifle, but they were saved by the bell.  The uncomfortable conversation was briefly put on hold by the promise of takeout.  This particular evening had all the trappings of a typical night between the two of them: take out, a little bit of alcohol, occupying the space on Finn’s couch a little too closely to one another.  Except, their usual banter was replaced with a different kind of tension as so many unasked questions hung in the air.  

Finn returned to the living room, dinner in hand.  “Looks like they finally got your order right,” he teased handing over her meal, taking up the spot next to her on the couch.  He glanced up at the tv, they’d decided on some action flick on tv, almost like they were trying to force normalcy— naturally it’d gone ignored as they started dancing around the topic of the charity event.  Finn trusted Mimi, he knew the journalist in her wanted more answers, and he was still struggling with how much he should reveal.  He reached for his beer bottle on her coffee table, and took a swig before resting the bottle on his knee.  

“I know it’s not your style, but I’m not going to apologize for trying to drag you out of there.  I just didn’t want you to get hurt,” he began.  Of course it was futile trying to remove Mimi from where all the action was, he should have known better to think she wouldn’t have chased him back into the stadium.