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These motherfuckers: chainsmokers, in their teenage years, complete with their stinky fuckboy aesthetics and low-life attitudes— These motherfucking dudes: who has nothing do with their lives but to level up at League of Legends— Always complain about their low framerates. How 'bout their lives? How 'bout their dreams? Reality should be raping them by now. Reality shall redeem; we cannot live as if life is a dream.
—A N G E R Y
The ones who scream about someone else creating drama are the ones creating the drama.
Dramatic Scene. The wind is aggressive. Rain. Lance has revealed the person who has been making Team Rocket's rivals drop like flies... Only to be the woman he loved years ago, who he thought disappeared and died. In the middle of the argument:
Norway (Autumn's alias as an assassin), crying tears: –Where were you when I needed you?!
Lance, also in tears, and confused but somewhat touched?: You needed me?
Ends up Autumn thought they were more while Lance only believed them to be friends. Bam. Drama.
i never asked to be like this
but i always answer the call
🙄🙄 you have to love playing "Y'all JUST got home from derby, why tf are you screaming at your god damn husband"
Tragic doomed soulmates who meet each other through time but everything is really good this time around and they're just starting to fall in love. Then one of them comes across this painting of a famous historical figure and it's like there is this intense draw, like love at first sight. After all, who could resist the true face of their soulmate?
At first they try to be normal about it but they can't deny the uncanny familiarity, that aching draw that claws and eats at them inside. Eventually, they spiral into complete obsession. Their apartment is full of books on the subject of this person. They spend all of their money on artwork of the person and things that used to belong to them in real life. Printed-out articles about the person are taped to the walls of their home.
Of course, it doesn't work out with the other person, though they try as they might to appeal to them or even get them help. They have no idea that they are pushing away the very person that they loved those lifetimes ago. Bound by the promise that they would never forget their love's face
hehe so im in drama, and after grabbing chalk and labelling placement stuff on the carpet, andwriting shit on the walls, i then drew a happy face on one knee and a sad face on the other knee
jesus fucking christ no work is being done here
theyre singing that song from mulan now