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rhea’s nose is so beautiful and iconic

what's the point of initiating conversations with people when 99.9% of them turn out to be normies

okay. how do I put this. if you approach interactions with strangers as if the vast majority of them are unbearable losers who aren't worth your time, you will find yourself not liking most of the people you meet because you'll be looking for any excuse to write them off as unbearable losers. I know this is hard to hear but sometimes the problem is you.

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Phantom Pains

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Dearly Beloved

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femslash february - day nine - apocalypse

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How long did it take to fetch two bottles of beer? Long enough to have Rachel impatiently tapping her foot along to the rhythm currently blasting throughout the old mill. She didn’t have time for this shit. The whole point of coming here tonight was to thrash to some real music instead of the classical shit her dad played back at home, not wait around for the bartender to get himself together. “Fuck it.” Rachel was done waiting. Firewalk would be on soon, and she wanted to get back to Chloe preferably before they made their appearance on stage.

Confirming that the bartender was still busy talking up some chic on the other side of the counter, Rachel reached over to nab two bottles before anyone could notice. Jackpot.

With the goods now in possession, Rachel pushed her way through the mosh pit until reaching a set of stairs. ‘DANGER.’ the metal sign on the chain read. The old mill was falling apart. The whole place should’ve had a danger sign stamped on it. As if her and Chloe could possibly pass up the best seats in the house because some sign told them that upstairs was out of bounds— a smirk shot at said sign as she slipped right on by it for the second time that night.

“I come bearing gifts! Stolen ones.” Giving the two beers in hand a shake once Chloe came into view, Rachel grinned and offered one out to her. “You owe me, Price. Risked my life for these. Almost got crushed in the pit.” Hella dramatic— even Rachel herself couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped her.

Tonight was going to be fun. Just her and Chloe— they hadn’t spent time like this in a while. It was somewhere between a date, and just hanging out. But they didn’t have to put a label on it, did they? Rachel hated labels.

★ @storiem — starter for Chloe & Rachel! ★