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💔 ANGST

THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HAPPINESS.Who doesn’t love soul-crushing angst? Send me a 💔 and I’ll generate a number, 1-75, and post a starter based on what scenario I get.

55. Your muse says they hate mine.

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“What?” John wasn’t sure where that had come from. Why she’d even said it. They were friends, weren’t they? They had fun together, bonded over cartoons, movies and alcohol or mayhem, either or. But those words startled him, confused him. Maybe hurt him, but he wouldn’t let that show. “Wh… Why? What’d… what’d I do?

[imthelcstprincess]

( @roaming-agent | ☼ lost group verse starter call )

“What did you do before?” she asked, looking into the tamed fire that the survivors had made.  For the most part, the survivors were settled into the island, they settled into their new routine of gathering fruits, hunting, fishing, trying to signal for passing boats or planes that just... were non existent.  Rapunzel slightly peered over toward her, eyebrows slightly raised.  “Before the crash, I mean?”

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From Here

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“Hold on tight, this ride is a wild one. Make no mistake, the day will come when you can’t cover up what you’ve done.”

[imthelcstprincess]

( @roaming-agent |  ☼ fun fact sc )

“------------It takes about 142.18 licks to reach the center of a Tootsie Pop.”

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"There's no wrong way to consume alcohol."

A Ron Swanson™ sentence meme.

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“You aren’t wrong. But now I wanna like, get a horrifying mixture of alcohol - like the really strong types all mixed together and attempt to chug it.” i.

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send ✺for a sassy text

send a symbol - get the following from my muse ;send ✺for a sassy text

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[Text; Sass Sister] i hate disney movie parents???

[Text; Sass Sister] ‘oh its for your own gooood im doing this bc i loooove you’

[Text; Sass Sister] bitch you probably wouldn’t know love if it bit you in the ass.

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"Can this Rich dude be any more dramatic in describing the squip?" Taylor gave John a dry look, raising her eyebrows. "We get it. It's from Japan. It's a tiny nano-computer. No need to keep pushing that information."

“Say it once, and we fuckin’ get it.” John agreed easily. “The rest is just… Excessive and stupid more or less.”

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"Calibration in process. Please excuse some mild discomfort." {ZAP} "Calibration complete. Access procedure initiated. Warning, discomfort level may increase." {Of course it does} "Accessing neural memory. Accessing muscle memory. Access procedure complete." She appears then, wearing black jeans, a leather jacket & green tank top underneath, hair pulled back, eyebrow raised. "John Laurens, welcome to your Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor. Your SQUIP."

That process most definitely was not pleasant, leaving John on his knees groaning in pain, head in his hands as the process went through. He groaned softly and looked up, cringing before widening his eyes as he saw her, looking her up and down before focusing on her face in surprise. “It’s… It worked?”