#faultyfealty

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faulty-fealty replied to your post: he’s choking, he’s choking—                  ...

// stop being so good at writing goddammit i hate u

(( oh thank god that drabble didn’t make people’s eyes bleed cOUGH---

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faulty-fealty replied to your post: faulty-fealty replied to your post: ...

// honestly i havent written seriously in so long that all ur gonna be crying for is how my skills have diminished and ur despair at what this cruel world has lost; another asshole who could write decently

(( HUSH U YOUR WRITING IS BEAUTIFUL DONT U ARGUE WITH ME

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(( also apparently, the quickest way to get lemon to like u is to send him a meme at 2am and make him choke on his own laughter for half an hour ))

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faulty-fealty replied to your post: (( also apparently, the quickest way to get lemon...

//wraps an arm around ur shoulder// i can already see the ship blooming 83c

(( 83cccccc ))

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@faultyfealty; s.c.---> Daniel;;

He could feel the stranger’s eyes on him and damn was it annoying. Still, he did his best to keep his temper in check. Even going as far as to light a cigarette, hoping that perhaps that would help keep him calm and maybe even give the stranger a hint to back off. Hm, guess not, but it was possible the guy wasn’t staring at him in particular; could be he was just trying to get his bearings, you know? The least he could do was give him a chance, right? Okay, come on, seriously? How long did it fucking take? You know what? Five, four, three, two--- 

                                   “Ya got a starin’ problem or somethin’?” 

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@faultyfealty; s.c.---> Ethan;;

          “---You wanted to see me, sir?” 

That last bit was something only used for this job. Give people an inkling of respect and they tended to want to keep you around. He’d been working here for a good two weeks now as technical support, but honestly, he was more than a little frustrated with it. As much as he needed this job, well, you wouldn’t believe how many people he’d had call him for something stupid like ‘not being able to open their email’ or ‘I turned on sticky keys by accident’. Sure, he could answer those questions, but they always wanted him to come down to their office and do it for them; it was ridiculous. These people were supposed to be educated, right? Would it have killed them to take a computer basics class? 

This was a new one though. Mr. Summers. He supposed it was bound to happen eventually, but the request form hadn’t even fully been filled out, so Ethan wasn’t really sure what to expect. Though, from what he’d seen, he doubted it’d be any sort of challenge to him. 

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a fictitious smile rested ‘pon delicate features, acrid bile resting on her tongue as she spoke to the intolerant russian man struggle through english. though his atrocities were a mystery, luna was well aware he did not like her, perhaps he even hated her for being so close to his son. had she known the nightmare his son, her lover, went through each time he visited home, her parents would be contacted   &.   volya summers would be in for a world of hurt.

however, all luna knew was that he hurt syn   &.   she would try to reason with his all mighty stubbornness.

❝   with, all due respect,   mr. summers,   my international visa would beg to differ. i can be just about anywhere i want, see. i can show you my identification if you like.   ❞   //   @faultyfealty