something i scribbled at work during the water shortage
(rose’s and dirk’s handle abbrvs are the same and i can’t use their colors but it’s pretty obvious in the narrative when the switch happens)
Strider: Have A Fashion Emergency
TG: my god this is asinine TG: youd think with a wardrobe the size of a manhattan apartment and a team of professional stylists and a gazillion labels sending me free shit all the time id actually have something decent to drape over my meat puppet
TT: You’d think.
TG: what do you even wear on a date rose TG: i dont go on dates im not a date guy
TT: Are you asking what I wear on dates specifically? Because I am not lending you another dress. TT: You are catastrophically hard on clothes.
TG: you mean that time at the grammys because that was not my fault
imagine going back in time and having to explain the tiny!burr au to the founding fathers
The 19 year-old lad stared at the people in the room clutching printed posts and art, ready to praise @burreos, @narwq and @badromantics‘ work. Well if they didn’t kick her out of the Congress room, arrested and burn her for sorcery for popping in during a government meeting first… Or ignore her for being a woman in the late 80ies but HEY!
“What’s up founding fuckboys? So this is an alternative story about a mouse-size senator Burr taking place in 2015-2016 derived from a sort of operette about Alexander Hamilton and-”
“I left a 200 year-old legacy”, Boasted the Treasury Secretary, “Beat this Jefferson!”
Erupted shouting so coordinated it seemed only a one voice instead of twenty had spoken: “SHUT UP HAMILTON!”