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or is it like one per customer
idk i'm in a ridiculous drabbly mood BUT IDK IF EVERYONE ELSE IS so
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I ENJOY THESE THINGS it's fun okay
i can give you another one too so
spams
our threads???
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SPAMMING BACK AND FORTH FOREVER
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Lis - "Something New"
Lyrics: CANNOT FIND I AM SO SORRY
Song: youtube though you can find them on soundcloud too
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okay now getting started I THINK THIS WILL BE DEPRESSING HAHA WHOOPS
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i should try transcribing too i always hear the weirdest things in songs
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It would have been easier to forget if they didn't continue working together.
Despite the failure of the operation, despite each of their loner tendencies and ability to function on their own- it had been recognized that Shinjiro worked well together as a team. It was that fraternal bond from training together for so long (they claimed), that unspoken understanding of the other's actions and motions. They'd been through difficult operations together as well, between the kidnapping in Colorado, and the weeks ago when the earth itself had ripped apart under them.
Half the town they'd been trying to protect had sunken down into the open, roiling lake of magma. Civilians had died. Imports had died. And the rarity of Continuum meant that they had been brought back imperfectly. Even without the added element of unpredictable humanity, tension is understandably high.
And now they're going back. Smaller groups, this time, pairs. The military assures them they haven't underestimated it this time. Says that the smaller teams means less breakdown of communication should anything go wrong.
Shinjiro clenches his hand, testing out the still-healing skin from the burns that had ravaged his palms last time. Going through the motions- checking gear, making sure everything is stocked, looking everwhere except at his partner.
Nothing was fixed, nothing was mended, and neither of them knew what to say or do anymore. She'd said what she'd wanted to and left. Walked out the door, and he'd let her.
And he has no idea where it leaves them.
He'd thought he'd buried it all. All that confusion and irritation at not-knowing. Settled it. She wanted to let go and forget, they both knew that it was a stupid, panic-induced surge of emotion, he already had someone (Had had someone for his entire life--)
But it doesn't erase that concern. That faint guilt- and the irrational irritation at her that comes with it.
"Shinjiro." When she speaks it's simple. Businesslike. professional. "Are you ready?"
He sighs, brows creased. No. While she may have been trained and raised for such futile struggles, it was hard for him to admit that he was going to go essentially rock-climbing into a volcano. Not when most of the previous campaign's imPorts were still nursing the last wounds (the ones that couldn't regenerate, the ones that hadn't returned to their petite, composed selves in under a day-)
"Yeah."
They both know it's awkward. They both know that there's so much unsaid and unknown. And they both know that they'll trust the other with their lives, regardless of all the messed up, fucked up shit between them that can't ever be realized. It's as though their-- friendship? Companionship? whatever it was had grown comatose, stagnant and stalled until they could ever bring themselves to figure out what the fuck to do about it.
Feelings of care and concern and probably not love except for the places where it may dip into it- mutual trust in each other to be there and to be themselves, to place their mission above it all else-- and all overshadowed by the flaming nightmares that still came.
He finally looks up and across to her, slinging the bag over his shoulder. "...Let's pick it up and go, then."
All the feelings that don't help them right here: Just set it all on fire and go.
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and i maybe shouldn't have laughed at "the ones that couldn't regenerate, the ones that hadn't returned to their petite, composed selves in under a day-"
though now i'm imagining them living through that movie VOLCANO where the la brea tarpits become an active volcano under LA
but yes this is lovely and sad and messed up which means A+++ all around and shame, shame to build on horrible to add more horrible
such good shame
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oh man yes the one where like its coming through the subways and I was all like "IDK IF LAVA WORKS THIS WAY GUYS"
i watched it one morning visiting parents at like 5 AM with my dad and it was like the best ever
i am glad you like sob sob and now we have this TRAGIC AU of a romance that can never be
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BURNING
SCREAMS
carrying someone i think i don't recall accurately it's been years
i remember the hot springs doing something or the lakes boiling??? idek
those films are best at that hour of the morning yep yep
hahaha the TRAGIC AU of a romance that can never be
... in which annie changes her type of guys she's attracted to and then goes
"oh"
"how the fuck did i make even worse decisions"
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AND HE JUMPS AND DOESN'T MAKE IT AND SCREAMING
AND THROWS THE HOMELESS GUY HE SAVED
AND MELTING
this needs to be a plot in MoM obvs, domestic terrorism turns some city into a magma crater
none can resist his hobo charms
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yes apparently it does you can write it up i'll just start saying THE FLOOR IS LAVA and nothing will get done
the plot will be called THE FLOOR IS LAVA
everything is Lava
magma
liquid
hot
magma
yes that must... be it........................
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i can't stop laughing but i want this to happen
i have never run a plot BUT I WILL CONSIDER FLESHING IT OUT SOME MAYBE we will see idek.
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THE FLOOR IS LAVA
somehow this can be made to work
have we departed from the purpose of this meme yet
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we derail things a lot whoops
BUT I FEEL LIKE THIS IS WORTH IT
IMAGINE:
IT BEGINS WITH SHOCKWAVES IN A NON-EARTHQUAKEY AREA
AND THEN SUDDENLY LAVA
SURGING UP THROUGH SEWERS AND SUBWAY SYSTEMS
i don't even know something needs to be added to make it more fun and people shit to do
maybe if it wasn't 4 Am
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that stuff is extreme EXTREME AND DAMAGING okay we need sleep
we do
we and our derailing selves
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SUPER INTENSELY OKAY WITH THIS
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BUT HEY IT SEEMS TO HAVE WORKED
okay new random song:
Artist: The lonely island
Lyrics: i regret nothing
Music: LAZY SUNDAY, WAKE UP IN THE LATE AFTERNOON
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but there's no saving annie crazy face
OH MAN HAHAHA OKAY SO
HERE WE GO
this should be shorter i'm just going with the first mental image i got from that song
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"Why was this necessary again?" Annie lifted her hoodie, revealing a line of sodas strapped to her torso, along with various snacks in soft plastic baggies, and like a third breast she never asked for, a whole thing of popcorn she tugs down and passes down the line in the relative boisterous environment of the filling in theatre.
"We had duct tape." Shinjiro accepted the popcorn, passing it down to Akihiko, who passed it on in turn to Minako, who passed it on in turn to Kay. "But no one brought along a bag."
"Or a purse!" Minako chimed in happily, all too pleased with the rest of the snacks making their way from Annie, the snack mule, to the rest of the gathered teenagers. It was the one and only time Minako might accept Annie's hoodie-wearing ways as all right enough, in the service of the greater (snacking) good.
"They had a place to buy this stuff out front," she said, tugging the last can of Yahoo! off her side and tossing it into Shinjiro's lap, pulling on the duct tape so it ceased sticking to her shirt. She sat down once it was mostly unwound.
All the gathered teenagers gave her a look, varying from blank to pitying to an eyeroll that might have actually been most people's first reaction.
"They're overpriced."
Annie gave them all a flat look, leaning back and crossing her arms over her chest, pulling her legs up onto her seat. She didn't get it, other than to point out how everyone's cheap after deciding to pay for the expense of the moving picture in the first place, but there was little point in saying as much. She settled back, prepared to view her first "film" other than the one they'd all been made to watch on base at Cape Canaveral.
Chronicles of Blarnia sounded decidedly strange, but she'd give it a chance.
And that was how Annie watched a story about four children who crawled in to a tunnel in a castle to kiss the Blarney Stone who ended up kidnapped by leprechauns to a magic world ruled by a giant pooka.
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ther end
there is no improving upon perfection
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oh stars i can't read that over again /face in hands
chronicles of blarnia