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@spencetm
mason: pretty sure everyone could use a little therapy. mason: i don't think i'm all that desperate. mason: it's okay, you don't have to admit. i know the truth. that's enough for me.
spencer: everyone but me.π spencer: ...you sure about that? spencer: yeah, yeah. zip it.
any good life advice?
be gay, do crime.
sugar: it's me πββοΈ knowing u πππ sugar: hey!! don't joke about that, it's mean and makes me sad. sugar: omg do u want me to take u shopping finally??? [...] sugar: ur mom is pregnant? omg ew. sugar: but yay? sugar: or are we like super grossed out ur mom is getting laid?
spencer: clearly you don't know me as well as you think you do π spencer: well i'm not going to pity date her, if that's what you're getting at. spencer: absolutely not. spencer: no spencer: she's too old for that i'm pretty sure spencer: she's getting married πππ spencer: you know that chick cat? spencer: not kitty, the other one spencer: her dad or whatever spencer: gonna be honest, not a fan of the idea
location: motta residence
date & time: sunday
tagging: spencer @spencetm
triggers: none
sugar twirled into the room, her arms overflowing with costume options. she dumped the pile of outfits onto the bed and spun around to face spencer. "so, spencey, halloween is almost here, and we have got to pick the perfect costumes! i've narrowed it down to a few amazing choices, but i need your opinion, obviously."
she grabbed the first costume from the pile, holding it up with excitement. "okay, option one: we go as a glamorous pop star duo! think sparkly outfits, high ponytails, and matching microphones. "
before spencer could respond, she picked up another costume. "or, how about this? classic hollywood starlets! you could rock a sleek tuxedo, and iβll go full marilyn monroe with the white dress and red lipstick. cute and sexy old-school glam!" she said with a little shimmy.
"if you don't like these options, i totally have more!"
sprawled across sugar's bed, spencer's demeanor is almost the complete opposite of his best friend's - but it's not like that's anything new. "you know we're not a couple, right?" he sneers, scooting over to avoid getting buried in the avalanche of clothing. "'sides, i already picked out my costume. i'm even switching it up from 'football player', for the eighth year in a row."
then again, there probably would be an opportunity to attend more than one halloween celebration, and, therefore, utilize more than one costume this year. not that he actually would, unless sugar gave him a really good bribe, but... he could, at the very least, humor her. apathetically, he lifts one of the garments, wrinkling his nose at the sequins covering it. "do you have anything less... gay?"
sugar: and u don't like that? π sugar: omg pls let it be u, that would like, make my entire month!! sugar: kurt is cute and has way better fashion taste than u - no offence, bb. sugar: i'm an only child, i don't share well πββοΈ sugar: so, hands off!! π ββοΈπ ββοΈπ ββοΈ
spencer: wtf is that face spencer: i will transfer schools, don't manifest that shit. spencer: oh no my life is ruined you don't think i have a good fashion sense whatever will i do π± spencer: ...ditto spencer: speaking of spencer: i might not be an only child for much longer
π² dave & spencer
dave: i'm surprised the golden boy led the glee club rebellion and not you. dave: sounded like such a you-thing to do. dave: you corrupting people, spence? using your powers of persuasion for evil? dave: on that note, i'll kick your ass if you leave. dave: good talk. @spencetm
spencer: i think i would have to care enough about glee club to do that spencer: ...powers of persuasion, huh? didn't realize i had those. spencer: unless we're talking about like, my fists, ig. spencer: what have i persuaded before?
ty: yeah, my head hurts too. ty: too pretty? i thought everyone liked pretty guys? ty: what's your type then? ugly boys?
spencer: eh spencer: yeah, pretty much spencer: why, you know any?
mason: i don't, but i'm sure you could pull up any youtube video at this point and be greeted with one. mason: i don't think i've sunk to selling junk levels of desperation, but if i ever do i promise you'll be my first call. mason: that's not an i'm wrong.
spencer: i was being facetious. i don't need therapy, bro. spencer: what level of desperation do you think you're at currently? spencer: π€·ββοΈ
βΆ glee club task: week nine: βfearsβ
when catrina's father had mentioned he was in a relationship, it had thrown her for a loop. of course, she was an adult now, she knew there was a likely chance he'd dated over the years since her mother had passed, but he'd never wanted her to meet them before, that meant things were serious. she wanted to be happy for him, but part of her felt strange, knowing she was going to have to welcome someone new into the life they'd built together. someone new who had a child. she'd spent all day cleaning up the house, singing in the kitchen with her dad to classic rock as they put finishing touches on a meal that cat found way too fancy for a first meeting, and finally when the doorbell rang, catrina followed behind her father, standing a few steps back as he opened the door, pulling who was presumably his girlfriend into a hug and an awkward parental kiss. she was quiet, looking down at the ground as it happened - she'd never seen her dad kiss anyone that she could remember and it wasn't until she heard the woman's voice and what she said that she looked up, blinking her eyes in surprise at the person standing in her front door, "robert, i want you to meet my son, spencer." @spencetm
his mother was a smart woman, he'd give her that. she knew her son well, which is why she'd waited until they were in the car and traveling down the road at forty miles an hour to finally tell him where they were going, and the reasoning behind the increased frequency of her nights away from home. there was no escape, not unless he wanted to jump out of the car and risk getting injured in the middle of football season. married!? she was getting married!? and, worst of all, to some dude with a kid? sure, maybe he didn't have anything against catrina, really, he barely even knew the chick to begin with, but he'd been an only child his whole life, and he was not about to start learning how to share now.
when they arrive at the - admittedly nice looking, even if he's not about to give anyone here any sort props - clark home, spencer stomps up the front steps (after a few loving threats from his mother), fists stuffed in the pockets of his jeans to make it clear that he's not about to join in on the hug situation currently being played out in front of him. gross. "whatever. you guys got any beer?" his steps are brisk as he makes a beeline into the home, forgoing any pleasantries in favor of finding the location of the fridge to help himself. if his mom wanted to date someone, that was her business. he just didn't want any part of it. he didn't need a sister, and he definitely didn't need another dad to disappoint him.
Mr. Schuester isn't as bad as people give him credit for. He's definitely under prepared for a glee club this size, but I think we all are here.
Okay. I'm in. Whatever you want to do, I'll try. Maybe it is time to shake things up a little.
well, true, but none of us volunteered to be in charge of something we know nothing about. it'd be like me trying to declare myself as the king of lip gloss.
...wait, really? okay, let's party, berry. i'll come up with a game plan. one with no felonies on it, i promise.
mason: so no therapist? maybe you should take someone up on their betterhelp sponsorship. mason: awww. i didn't say i was the only one. i said i was your favorite.
spencer: you got a referral code? get me a 10% discount? spencer: what's next, are you joining an mlm? spencer: could be a way to help you pass the time. spencer: i'll be a good friend, and buy a pair of god awful leggings from you. i'll give them to sugar for christmas. spencer: ...debatable.
mason: of course it is, stuart. mason: your fantasies of me fucking my sister should be something you take up with your therapist, not me. mason: besides, i don't think there's anyone you like getting teased from more.
spencer: π spencer: my who now? spencer: don't flatter yourself, kid. you're not the only guy teasing me around here.
mason: i mean... i bet cats are super into you. mason: anyone else has to be more of a mixed bag.
spencer: is this another mouse joke? spencer: i'm not gonna take that from some dude that screams virgin, if siblings don't count.
mason: you can't make a bed on whether you'd streak, you're the person doing it. it's the same reason players can't bet on their own games, it'd be rigging the system. mason: so i think by default i win the argument.
spencer: i meant bet i'd still look good spencer: and look at me spencer: i obviously win
mason: see, you have nothing to worry about then. mason: i know i'm not wrong. no one is doing a polar plunge and then streaking and thinking they look good
spencer: obviously. spencer: bet i still would, though. spencer: like, i'm not gonna, but i bet i would.
sugar: ur going running with mason? that's hot π sugar: bb i love u sm but i could never crush on u like that. it would be weird af. sugar: omg should we put bets on the next gay tina falls in love with?? π π»π sugar: dibs mean he's mine π i loved him first. he's off limits... but i'll totes send u a picture of his butt when he finally falls in love with me. sugar: p sure he's waiting until i'm out of school #respect
spencer: is it? he's a total grouch in the mornings. spencer: thank god. spencer: jesus, i hope it's not me. spencer: i feel like i'm a little too not obviously fucking gay for her tastes, though. spencer: maybe kurt. spencer: wtf spencer: that's so rude. i'd have shared him with you. spencer: so i have time to slip in before then, got it.
