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“ Like...severed penis’? Would the plural not be peni? ”

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ofkenzie:
@valeriedvpont
“ you know how you get a bouquet of roses. it’s a bouquet…. of dicks. ”
“ Like...severed penis’? Would the plural not be peni? ”
#cutie patootie
lancedavenpvrt:
“Let’s start with you thinking anything Kavinsky says doesn’t have a double meaning, which you’re entirely wrong about.” Lance watched her, his fingers loosely around a half empty cup of water. He eyes the ice cubes, listening to her as he did. “Or you could let the spider live by simply taking it out of a window. A reasonable and simple solution.” He chuckled a bit, shaking his head before taking another sip of water and picking up a piece of celery. What he wouldn’t give for a plate of nachos.
“ He looked cute and I didn’t want to be the only one refusing. Anyways, I had you to look after me. It was a well-intentioned lesson from the universe, never take anything from a boy just because he’s cute. He plays lacrosse and recites Shakespeare like he was born for it, can you really blame me? ” So. Fucking. Cute. Valerie would have known, had she not spent most of the night wanting to drown in his deep brown eyes. Smiling to herself, she scrunched her nose at the scraps of food left at their table. “ Ugh, can we get something else? Anyways, either that spider goes, or you can forfeit half your bed to me until someone takes care of it. And, do you really want to subject yourself to that? It might be indefinite. What if that spider starts a family in that cup? Your reputation as a ladies man might take a hit if you don’t have that bed of yours ready to go. You could be in the throes of passion, going all — OH BABY — but take one look at me eating like a pig on your bed and it’ll have any girl running for the hills. ”
lancedavenpvrt:
“What…the fuck,” he replied. “Are you on drugs? Again?”
“ That happened once! I thought Kavinsky meant the special brownies had walnuts or something in them. ” Pushing aside her milkshake, she leaned back into her seat. “ I was just thinking about the poor spider I have trapped under my coffee mug at home. I’m just going to have to destroy the whole cup. Throw it in the fireplace, or whatever will permanently destroy the spider and the cup it made it’s home. I’m pretty sure if I was Buddist, killing that insect would be my entry to hell. Or, you could kill it for me? I could ask Quentin, but that puts me at risk of his scathing judgment.”
ofkenzie:
“ Oh always. I mean, if I don’t say that every five minutes someone might actually think that Lance is my favorite brother and that’s one lie that I cannot stomach. Please, my parents would make sure that everyone knew. You are the favorite even if you aren’t a long-lost Davenport! ” In all honestly, she is certain that her parents believe that Val is their actual daughter. She just is there to steal some food. But that’s something she’s more than happy to shove down. “ Please, you had me at home theatre. Even if there isn’t a robot invasion anytime soon, we just need to have a movie night that lasts like the entire weekend. When’s the last time we did that? ” Mackenzie knows, oh she knows, how much Val wanted that onion ring. And considering the fact that it would just go to waste, she pushed the napkin towards the other. “ Just take it you dweeb. ” Though, if Val had stolen it, well… it’s nice playing a trick on two on her. “ Plus, I’m pretty sure people would think that we’re trapping ourselves on some island and hunting others down. No, no. Lord of the Flies would not work. Game of Bread? We could always have like a basket of bread on the table before getting to the real deal. ”
“ I’m pretty sure we got through the entire Lord of the Rings series, including the kind of boring extras DVD like two days ago. There is leftover pizza in my fridge that will bear witness. ” Not even giving it a moments hesitation, Valerie picked up the last onion ring and shoved into her mouth. No place had the perfect balance of grease and breaded onion, the way Sticky Fingers did. Or, perhaps they just tasted that good because they were stolen. “ Game of Bread is inspiring! We can do a three-part series about the wonders of garlic bread. Instead of an iron throne for someone to sit on, we can decorate a chair with a bunch of buns. Charlotte should definitely be the creative head of whatever this channel goes onto becoming. If anyone knows food intimately, it’s her. Which terrifies me a little, but then I think about how horny I get for chocolate strawberries and I understand her passion for food. Oh god, that sounds a little slutty, but it’s the truth ” There was never a wrong time or place for her favorite food.
PORT CROMER ( 1/? )
That’s my girl.
that’s not my fault.// that guy could eat a football.// whose side are you on?// “This is acting? I hate acting.”// “Just doing a little not racist stretching!”// “It’s okay, it was a relief.”// “She has some reasons to be afraid.”// “And she/he/they felt bad, and I felt better–so it was a win-win situation.”
that’s not my fault.
Looking down at the freshly paved parking lot that now had the phrase ‘LANCE WUZ HERE’ carved into it, she pressed her fingers to her lips, hoping to keep her smile at bay. “I wonder how many other students named Lance there are for Principal Aberforth to question about this before they figure who the culprit is. Especially since the band kids wanted to decorate this for that one kid whose out with mono for the next little while.” Detention for the next few weeks was not an option she would leave open for him either, not with Homecoming in two weeks. “If anyone asks, you were helping me stretch before practice, but we need to get away from here now.”
that guy could eat a football.
“ D—do you mean, like...sexually?”
whose side are you on?
Wrapping her small hand through his, she pulled him closer to herself. “Yours, always. Have I ever given you any reason to doubt our friendship? You are my sunshine boy.” Pushing herself to her tippy toes, she pressed a kiss against his cheek. “I don’t care what Luke has to say, you’ll always come first.”
This is acting? I hate acting.
“Did you think you were actually going to be slapping people on stage?”
Just doing a little not racist stretching!
“Ah, so you’re making kissy faces with Asian Kelly tonight.”
It’s okay, it was a relief.
“Well, I’m glad, but was it really worth giving me the heart attack?” To anyone that didn’t understand the dynamic of the players on the ice, the fight might have just seemed like a blur, but Valerie had jumped out of her seat the moment she saw Lance’s fist fly towards the other player. In that moment it didn’t matter that she knew the man getting his tooth knocked out, all that mattered was that Lance made it out of the fight without permanent damage.
She has some reasons to be afraid.
“Is it the clap? Dear god, Davenport, do I need to drive you to the clinic two towns over?
And she/he/they felt bad, and I felt better–so it was a win-win situation.
“You can’t keep telling people that Mackenzie was a fire station baby your family adopted to keep getting free donuts.”
that guy could eat a football. // calm down, shhh. it’s okay. it’s okay. // seize the day, make your lives extraordinary.
that guy could eat a football.
“That guy is your brother!” Valerie couldn’t help but watch Lance devour the burrito with a ferocity that no one else but Charlotte could display. “Okay, so that’s just a little much. Come on, it’s a burrito, not the love of his life.”
calm down, shhh. it’s okay. it’s okay.
She wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, before hugging it around the tub of ice cream in her lap. The sight of her was probably nothing short of pathetic. Heartbroken and angry, she dug her spoon into the tub of Ben & Jerry’s half-baked, shoveling it into her mouth. “—shit, that is cold. I hate boys, they are stupid and basically the worst. Kenz, I’m gonna have a fat butt because I can’t stop eating ice cream. You know whose fault it’ll be? Luke Williams. Stupid, hot, but dumb as hell. You know who else is dumb? Me, the idiot who liked him.”
seize the day, make your lives extraordinary.
"I’m just going to tell Coach Rivera that it’s a heavy flow day, there is no way I’m running that track with a hangover.”
“Look at you! Look at what you look like! Look at you!” // “I’m talking really loudly, cause I want everyone there to hear.” // “Which is weird because I know so many real words.”
Look at you! Look at what you look like! Look at you!
Valerie was horrified, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from the mirror. Her late alarm had derailed her entire morning, it wasn’t until after first period P.E., that she realized she had no spare clothes. “I look like a bottle of Pepto-Bismol exploded all over me. This is the last time I trust Vince to bring me a spare change of clothes.”
I’m talking really loudly, cause I want everyone there to hear.
“Kenz, no one needs to know that Sal’s burrito place does to your bowels. I appreciate the knowledge, especially because I was just about to walk into a potential health hazard? — should I take a febreze? Sweet baby Jesus, ugh, I can smell it all the way here. Honey, we are taking you to the nurse, something has got to be wrong.”
Which is weird because I know so many real words.
"If it’s worth anything, I hold the official Mackenzie-Dictionary is higher esteem than any we’ll find in this library. Now, what’s the official definition for Flufferbutt?”
DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989) // SENTENCE STARTERS
feel free to change pronouns / descriptors !
now remember, keep your shoulders back.
you’ve been away too long.
you have some big shoes to fill, young man.
i’ll do my best, sir.
come on, son. chin up.
i don’t want to go here.
i hear we’re going to be roommates.
he looks like a stiff.
what’s his specialty? bootlicking?
that’s not my fault.
he flatters me.
don’t you ever dispute me in public! do you understand?
you do as i tell you. is that clear?
that’s my boy!
why doesn’t he let you do what you want?
i wouldn’t lose too much sleep over it.
i don’t care. i don’t give a damn about any of it.
come along, pal.
slow down, you horrible phalanx of pubescence.
because, believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die.
seize the day, make your lives extraordinary.
terrible. awful.
that guy could eat a football.
all the good ones go for jerks, you know that.
did you see her naked?
we’re not laying pipe, we’re talking about poetry.
we shouldn’t be doing this.
this is a battle, a war. and the casualties could be your hearts and souls.
i have a little secret for ya’. huddle up. huddle up!
we don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. and the human race is filled with passion. medicine, law, business, engineering, these are all noble pursuits, and necessary to sustain life. but poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
what will your verse be?
funny, i never pegged you as a cynic.
not a cynic, a realist.
i doubt the present administration would look too favorably upon that.
no shit, sherlock.
i’ll try anything once.
for god’s sake stop chattering and sit down.
cut out the racket in there.
arrrrr, i’m a dead poet.
it was a dark and rainy night, and this old lady, who had a passion for jigsaw puzzles, sat by herself in her house at her table to complete a new jigsaw puzzle. but as she pieced the puzzle together, she realized, to her astonishment, that the image that was formed was her very own room. and the figure in the center of the puzzle, as she completed it, was herself. and with trembling hands, she placed the last four pieces and stared in horror at the face of a demented madman at the window. the last thing that this old lady ever heard was the sound of breaking glass.
i love that story.
come on, you twerp.
are you a man or an amoeba?
for the first time in my whole life i know what i wanna do.
bullshit! nothing’s impossible.
whose side are you on?
i’m not like you. all right?
i can take care of myself just fine.
to indeed be a god!
you push it, stretch it, it’ll never be enough. you kick at it, beat it, it’ll never cover any of us. from the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.
today’s my birthday.
go have some whiskey, pal.
hey, would you not worry about your precious little neck?
it’s for you. it’s god.
wipe that smirk off your face.
assume the position.
i always thought the idea of educating was to learn to think for yourself.
that was a pretty lame stunt you pulled today.
there’s a time for daring and there’s a time for caution, and a wise man understands which is called for.
don’t you dare talk back to me!
how can you stand it?
i came to apologize for the other night.
look, i acted like a jerk and i know it.
you can’t be in here. if they caught you, you’d be in big trouble.
you are so infuriating.
god, i’m so proud of you.
c’mere, you!
wait, wait – what. where are you going?
go on, get some sleep.
i was good. i was really good.
it’s all right. it’s going to be all right.
oh no! oh, my son! wake up!
calm down, shhh. it’s okay. it’s okay.
leave him be.
he wouldn’t – he wouldn’t have done it.
his father killed him. he made him do it.
thank you. thank you so very much.
Hari Kondabolu: Warn your relatives sentence starters
“Packed in here man, like 800 people in here.”
“It’s important that I know how many people are here.”
“Oh, eight hundred, that’s it?”
“Oh, fifteen thousand people? Were you performing at my highschool reunion?”
“Why can’t I bring my water through security?”
“COMPLETE SHOPPING MALL FOR NO REASON.”
“I bought a 40 pound toblerone for no reason.”
“Hey, you look nervous, why do you look so nervous?”
“This was a man who didn’t forget.”
“Airport security is a scam.”
“How do little bottles keep us safer?”
“We’re being held hostage by big….little bottle!”
“Go into a machine that swipes right to left and steals your thoughts.”
“Pay respect to your silent masters.”
“What does that tell you?”
“It tells you I’m on the internet too much.”
“No sir, you have nothing to worry about!”
“This is a depression beard! I am depressed!”
“And the look on white American faces.”
“I was having a wonderful time.”
“If you’re the expert on being harassed, it’s time you should do the harassing.”
“All cops should be black and all convenience stores should be run by teenagers.”
“It feels like you’re disturbing a dinner party.”
“Who brought the asshole with the microphone?”
“Why’s he yelling so much?”
“It was a delightful diminishment of my life’s work.”
“Hey, can I give you some advice?”
“You’re too smart!”
“Look at you! Look at what you look like! Look at you!”
“I look like a muppet getting his PHD.”
“I’m familiar with my aesthetic.”
“That would be hilarious.”
“I’m talking really loudly, cause I want everyone there to hear.”
“Which is surprising, cause old white dude.”
“Kid Rock, right?”
“I look nothing like this man.”
“Which is weird, because that’s not how reading works.”
“That’s the saddest shit in the world!”
“If you’ll notice, we have completely different faces.”
“And she/he/they felt bad, and I felt better–so it was a win-win situation.”
“I am a master of disguise.”
“Which is weird because I know so many real words.”
“This was the first white person I ever met who actually couldn’t see race.”
“Does that mean I’m gonna be hit over the head with a bottle of kombucha?!”
“My mom sent me this text.”
“Which I will read to you if I can remember my birthday.”
“I don’t know why you do this to us!”
“She has some reasons to be afraid.”
“You never hear the other side of it.”
“Terrorism has a low bar.”
“Kansas gets homeland security money.”
“And the last time Kansas had to deal with terrorism it ended when a house fell on that witch!”
“That didn’t happen in Kansas, it happened in Oz.”
“That is not terrorism, okay? Cause a white dude did the shooting! That’s mental health issues.”
“They think we’re all the same, you think I give a fuck what they call themselves?!”
“These white motherfuckers melt in the sun, but I’m the snowflake.”
“_____ would close the last bootstrap factory if he/she/they could.”
“Hoping they would be rich and popular by association.”
“You don’t know me!”
“Yes, chess is a sport!”
“They lie to us as if we forgot yesterday.”
“You’re blatantly lying to us!”
“Remember the good ol’ days when we thought ______ was a loose canon?”
“Everything feels like the ending of a Kurt Vonnegut novel.”
“Health insurance might as well be run by casinos at this point.”
“What do we have now? Echinacea, prayer, and a hug.”
“No, I don’t know what those words mean!”
“My healthcare proposal wasn’t about a redistribution of health, but a redistribution of organs.”
“And as we all know, rich peoples’ organs are a delicacy!”
“Free range rich people.”
“We electrocute their anuses, we pull out their entrails, and we feast!”
“It’s a modest proposal.”
“He does all the work already! There’s nothing you can add to that.”
“It sounds like a weird mortal combat move.”
“Honestly, I wasn’t even told, I just kind of knew.”
“My mom is the reason why I’m funny, my dad is the reason I have anxiety.”
“It’s okay, it was a relief.”
“No, half of your genes were an obstacle to overcome.”
“DON’T HAVE CHILDREN. ONLY STUPID PEOPLE HAVE CHILDREN.”
“Well, I thought about it for a while, and I realized your father had no role in raising you, clearly the gender of the parents doesn’t matter, and I could’ve used the help.”
“_____ was in the room at the time, and she said it loud enough so he could hear it.”
“Homosexuality is not an open rebellion against god. Do you know what an open rebellion against god is? NASA.”
“It was the last one.”
“Really, ____? A masturbation joke?”
“So, I was licking this girl’s asshole…”
“Man, I fucking hate firefighters.”
“Who hates firefighters? What are you, the fucking human torch?”
“It’s like a way to justify their job.”
“Ugh, slow day today. Welp, gotta set that building on fire!”
“Is that ethnic food? It’s so spicy. It’s too spicy!”
“It’s water.”
“I wanna put ketchup on everything!”
“No? No ketchup? Ranch?”
“I wanna suck the seed!”
“The story is: the mango was very juicy.”
“His real name, a gift to comedy.”
“THAT MANGO IS THAT GOOD!”
“Oh, I dunno, like a BILLION PEOPLE.”
“Mango talk.”
“I’m Belgian! Belgium has a rich stirring history!”
“This is why you need to cut your highschool friends from facebook.”
“Why does the Devil need an advocate?!”
“That’s interesting, have you thought about selling your soul to the devil?”
“Oh my god, what are you doing here?”
“It seemed so boring.”
“Cause I was giving _____ like nothing to work with.”
“Follow my flow, follow my energy.”
“At this point, he starts screaming and slamming his fist against a metal door.”
“Oh shit! Acting!”
“HE PUNCHED ME IN THE CHEST. WHICH WAS NOT IN THE SCRIPT.”
“This is acting? I hate acting.”
“He punches me right in the sternum! And I hear a crack.”
“That dude beat the shit out of me!”
“No dogs!”
“Do you know what that means? Cats are white people.”
“Cats are not white people, cause then I’d own a cat.”
“Dogs are white people cause they can’t see color.”
“If you think I’m talking about you, then yes! I’m definitely talking about you.”
“Just doing a little not racist stretching!”
“If you’re telling someone we’ve come a long way, you’re telling them to hold their pain in longer and that’s fucked up.”
“Change is hard.”
“You can’t ask me where I’m from and not know geography.”
“Something wrong with me? Clearly, there’s something wrong with you!”
“Where I’m from? Well bust a nut inside your eye and show you where I come from!”
“Gotta get my safety pin on, gotta get my safety pin on!”
“What is the moral of this story?”
“The moral of the story is that some of you need to talk to your white relatives about racism before I magically kill them.”
[TEXT] What happened to us? / “Be quiet! They’re going to hear us.” / “Please, don’t leave me.” / “What’s wrong with you?” / “Don’t fucking touch me.” / “Is there a reason everyone suddenly knows your name overnight?” / “I’m sorry, have we met before?” ( xoxo quinn )
[ TO: Quentin Lestrange ] You put everything else above our friendship.> You sounded like you wanted nothing to do with me.> Just respecting your wishes.
Her hands flew to cover her mouth, knowing that it was absolutely likely that she would just dissolve into a fit of giggles. Taking a deep breath, she watched at the shopkeeper checked around the general area, before walking away from the roof entrance. Would the picture be worth it? Hell yes, especially if they got up to the roof before the sunset. “Come on, let’s go before he comes back!”
Wrapping her arms around Quentin, Valerie made no move to leave. There was a lot about her friend that was absolutely perplexing, emotions seemed to be a rarity for him. But there was something in his voice that was unsettling, he had never pleaded, but this was close enough to the territory of it. “Im here, I’ll stay as long as you need.”
“So much, Q, I’m not even sure where I would begin. Maybe it all started when I first realized that the actors in movies weren’t actually marrying multiple different people, but that it was just make-believe.”
“I’m sorry, what can I do for you. Tell me how to help you?” She had never seen him like this, finding herself sorely uninformed, she simply kept her distance. Valerie wanted to run and get help, but Quentin would not want to draw attention to himself.
“Didn’t you hear, apparently Lance was cheating on his previous girlfriend with me. I’m not just Head Cheerleader anymore, I’m also the resident homewrecker. I was surprised to hear, but everyone, including the entire second floor, heard her yelling at me about it. Obviously, people have a hard time wrapping their heads around the idea that we are just best friends.”
“I’m literally the only person you speak to, I would know if you were dealing with temporary amnesia. Nice try, though.”
*Winks at you* / “Hold my hand? I’m afraid I’m getting lost in your eyes.” / “I know what you’ve got in that top drawer.” / “I slept with a sophomore last weekend.” / “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” / “Pipe down, you’re making a scene.” / “Please, don’t leave me.” / “Let me in! I think I’m gonna throw up.” / “Bend over.” / *Starts singing Bring Me To Life outside your window* / [TEXT] You never gave a shit about me. ( xoxo gossip vincent )
“What. Did. You. Do?” No gesture was innocent when it came to the human embodiment of torture. Opening the front camera to her phone, she quickly checked to see if anything was on her face, before moving to pull at anything he could have stuck on her back. “Adler, I swear to god!”
Was she surprised? No. Did she want to murder him? Definitely. She had watched as the look of confusion had played across her blind dates face, the reality that playing along with Vince’s silly charade was the only way out was finally settling in. No, no. No. The sheer amount of gloating that she would have to endure would not at all be worth another half hour with a date so concentrated on her boobs, that it had taken Vince’s pick up line to distract him. “Should I call pest control, or are you still sane enough to remember where the door to leave is?”
“A big black dildo, how did you ever figure me out?” She rolled her eyes, pulling out his birthday present. Her final assignments had made it impossible to leave the library, but at least she’d remember to buy it weeks before, making her only a day late. Not that it would be enough to keep his hysterics at bay if he got started. “If you press the right buttons, it’ll start playing a dramatic reading of a Tale of Two Titties.”
“That still doesn’t explain why your dick would look oranger than Donald Trump. Oh god, was that her kink? Does it feel dirtier when you think back to it now? Knowing that she was a slightly racist or misguided Trump supporter?”
“Knowing you, you’ll find a way to outlast a photograph.” Nevertheless, she had her phone out and was snapchatting him trying to balance the basket of onion rings on his nose.
She couldn’t help the grin that spread across her lips. For once, bloody once, Vince might be the one she out embarassed. “A scene? Vincent Adler, you broke my heart. You heard it, ladies and gentlemen, Vince dumped me because my butt is too big. Well, screw you Adler, this baby has back and she loves it.” With a bow, she excused herself from the confused crowd and hurried onto her next class.
Rubbing a hand over his back, she helped him move away from the toilet and lean against the wall. “I promise, V, I’ll stay with you until you’re ready to go home.” Not that she’d let any of her friends go home tonight, the basement would work as a crash pad, especially to hide any hangovers from her parents the next morning. “Let’s get some water in you, I promise it’ll taste better than anything you’ve been drinking tonight.”
“Vincent?” She could wipe off the facemask, or let him in. Damn it. Peeling the cucumbers off her eyes and tossing them aside, she quickly ran for the front door, practically tripping as she reached it. “First door to the right. Do not puke on my mother's rug, it’s not the same thing as gluing back a piece of her vase. ”
“I am not drunk enough to play horse again, and you’re way too tall for me to carry on my back anyways!”
Shoving open her window, she tossed out her physics textbook, knowing the sheer weight of it dropping near him would be a shock. “It’s a no from me, try two houses down, they’re a little hard of hearing.”
[ TO: Vincent Adler ] > You do have me contemplating murder all the time > But I would rip the lungs out of anyone that hurt you> I love you, you idiot, you’re one of my best friends
*Hands you a note, inside it says [[WHY IS STUDY HALL SILENT WHAT IS THIS. IM LOSING MY MIND.]]*
“Is this Chinese?”
“I heard they were fucking in the bathroom.” // “You left your anal beads at my house. Wait… no, they’re just normal mardi gras beads.” // “I love you more than I could ever express in words.”
“Gross, Kenz! I’m not surprised, but come on, go to the locker rooms instead. Everyone knows those are cleaned daily, but the washrooms. Dear god, we’d be lucky if they cleaned those a biweekly basis.”
Scrambling to reach for her phone at the edge of her bed, she quickly ended the call. The horrifying expression on her face matching the one of her mothers. Of all the times for her mother to check in on her, this was the one time she didn’t bother knocking. “Can you believe it, mama, telemarketers are so pushy these days, they’ll say anything to keep your attention.”
“Don’t you ever scare me like that again.” Valerie curled up next the blonde on the hospital bed, pressing her tear-streaked face into her hair. Mackenzie had always been a sister to her, to think that for a moment she had lost her — it had felt like the rug had just been pulled from under her. That helplessness, the emptiness that would follow, it was something she never wanted to feel. “I love you too, MJ. I don’t want to live in a world that you don’t exist in, ever.”