Do I want to be Christmasy on this blog?
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Do I want to be Christmasy on this blog?
“Just look at the benefits of music with adolescent mandrakes! This one was going through the typical teenage asshole angst period. As soon as it listened to the weird sisters, it stopped screaming so loud and sat still for a pruning. We should really consider researching more about the similarities between mandrakes and humans.”
I’m considering making a Star Wars verse with Roxi. Or perhaps a new character.
[I wanted to give my Roxi some love and also revamp her page and about. So, yes!!]
sofiaskates2:
“okay, yes. we definitely need to get some pizza in you ASAP.”
“And beer. Pizza and beer. And none of that pineapple shit on the pizza. It’s a travesty to all pizzas.”
sofiaskates2:
“we’ve just gotta find something to distract your mind with… do you like pizza?”
“I swear my DNA is made up of cytosine, guanine, and pepperonine...with extra cheesine.”
“I’m only 4 hours into quitting cigarettes and I feel like I’ve lost that last morsel of sanity.”
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I meant to write this long ago but work got slammed and then my laptop stopped working.
I can’t do any replies or starters due to...well, being slammed at work and not having a laptop at home.
I will respond once I get a new one!
the man from u.n.c.l.e. (2015) sentence starters
tw disordered eating, alcohol, gendered slurs, violence
❝ you look important… or at least your suit does. ❞ ❝ statements like that can get you into a lot of trouble around here. ❞ ❝ make yourself comfortable, why don’t you. ❞ ❝ you’re wasting your time. i haven’t seen him for 18 years. ❞ ❝ if i had 15 minutes, we’d drink tea, eat biscuits; i’d talk, you’d laugh, and we’d be on our way. ❞ ❝ are they still following us? ❞ ❝ when you hear something that sounds like a gunshot, drive. ❞ ❝ you can’t be serious. ❞ ❝ excuse me dear, i just need to use your back door. ❞ ❝ hug me. ❞ ❝ what’s that? it smells like feet. ❞ ❝ how long was your prison sentence? ❞ ❝ don’t ever make the calamitous error of mistaking my deliberate short-sightedness for blindness. ❞ ❝ look at ‘em. merrily oblivious as we labor tirelessly to save them from extinction and not even a ‘thank-you.’ ❞ ❝ don’t kill your partner on your first day. ❞ ❝ i’m sure you understand humiliation better than most. ❞ ❝ my woman would never wear anything like that. ❞ ❝ smoothly done. ❞ ❝ you can’t put a paco rabanne belt on a patou. ❞ ❝ and remember… take it like a pussy. ❞ ❝ not very good at this whole ‘subtlety’ thing, are you? ❞ ❝ either you start to look like you know what you’re doing, or i’m out of here. ❞ ❝ would you like a bigger glass? ❞ ❝ no fun dancing by yourself; i need a partner. ❞ ❝ don’t you make me put you over my knee. ❞ ❝ so you don’t want to dance… but you do want to wrestle. ❞ ❝ i like my women strong. ❞ ❝ now we are engaged. again. ❞ ❝ i am neither a goat, nor your sister, so… get your hands off me. ❞ ❝ i’m okay, i think. ❞ ❝ i’ve been on a diet, my dear. just caviar and champagne for three weeks. ❞ ❝ you see, each one of us has a destiny… and i believe i can help you with yours. ❞ ❝ you can see the future? ❞ ❝ i can see us having lunch tomorrow. alone. ❞ ❝ darling, time to go. ❞ ❝ they had it coming. ❞ ❝ you need to control your temper. ❞ ❝ i think he’s an athletic, good-looking gazillionaire, who’s offered me a job and made advances towards me. ❞ ❝ i quite like him. ❞ ❝ i don’t know what you’re upset about, you’re not even my fiance! ❞ ❝ the thing is… i work better alone. ❞ ❝ i’m not leaving. ❞ ❝ and what, exactly, did you do to him? ❞ ❝ just shut up and watch me work. ❞ ❝ you’re trembling. ❞ ❝ it’s going to be okay. ❞ ❝ i’ll be close by. ❞ ❝ help yourself to a drink. ❞ ❝ so sorry to keep you waiting. ❞ ❝ i thought i was doing so well. ❞ ❝ the fault doesn’t lie in your performance. ❞ ❝ she seemed so innocent. ❞ ❝ i’m so sorry i can’t stay to finish you off myself. ❞ ❝ man has only two masters in this world, and their names are pain and fear. ❞ ❝ i never thought i’d say this, but i’m actually quite pleased to see you. ❞ ❝ it’s okay. i would have done exactly the same thing in your position. ❞
thedevilsbartender:
He gave her a face that said ‘get your ass off the counter before we get fired,’ similar to the look of a disapproving father. She seemed about ten years younger than he, but was probably no more than five. City life; it’ll age a person.
“—What? And ruin the surprise for you?” he laughed. It wasn’t much of one. Half of them he could barely get a grunt out of, and the other half he could never get to shut the hell up.
“Rookie — The rules is simple. No dealin’ in the bar and no shootin’ up in the bathroom. Otherwise just make ‘em their drinks and stay outta’ their way.”
The look Joe gave her caused Roxi to slowly slide off the counter. Perhaps it wasn’t as laid back as she thought it was. At her old job, she’d have people dance on the bar for a shot (that is if they spun the wheel of misfortune for it). It’s a pity the place burned down.
“Look, the whole ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’ when it comes to serving drinks isn’t something I normally do. I like little foreplay before the action, you know?” After all, with the shit pay here, I need all the tips I can get.” Roxi pulled her hair back into a ponytail, eyeing Joe.
“I like to think of myself as a therapist who gives you booze. The more you adapt to them, the more stories they tell. The more you remember, the more they think you appreciate them. There are some who enjoy verbal abuse which I happily give out. The happier they are, the more money you get to take home. With that being said, besides dealin’ or shootin’ up, what am I not allowed to do?”
pinkpompomsandkatanas:
Kamiizumi smiled faintly at the last statement.
“I know how it is with curiosity.” He managed. “We’re not in a classroom. I promise it won’t lead to either detention or deducting points, provided conversation is respectful.”
“Respect is subjective, sir.” Roxi said with small shrug. “But I won’t shit talk...smack talk any of the professors.” Roxi finished the contents of her drink and leaned against the wall.
“How is it that we’re not allowed to experiment even with professor supervision?” She asked arching her brow.
thedevilsbartender:
“Never have, never will,” he reassured with a wry look. “I guess now’s a bad time to ask for your social security number, eh?”
“Ask again next week.” Roxi replied picking up a bottle of Wild Turkey whiskey. “By then I may want to have my identity stolen and my debt transferred.” She put the bottle back and hoisted herself on the bartop.
“In lieu of teaching me how to make ‘special drinks,’ how about you teach me about your regulars, their habits, their drinks, etc.”
thedevilsbartender:
“You don’t trust me, do you?”
“Nope, but I don’t trust a lot of people, so don’t feel special or anything.”