It’ll sell pads, tampons, diva cups, assorted pain killers, sweat pants, comfortable underwear, XXXL t-shirts, fuzzy socks, heating pads, hot water bottles.. There will be a snack session, assorted sweet and salty treats, assorted flowers, stuffed animals, people can drop off coupons (Free ice cream cone anyone?) as donations.. There will be a lounge in the back of the store where you can chill and watch chick flicks and snack and bitch about your bitchiness, it’ll be great
By popular demand, the First Day of Spring design is up on my Redbubble shop! For some items, there’s a variant design with a flower pattern around them in the blank space, so you have some neat options!
I’m hungover enough to out and say it without really giving a fuck: Eleanor’s not even pretty, she’s just a skinny girl with long hair.
Add to that she’s willingly involved herself in this shitshow for a second time, all of the horrible things she’s said about Harry during the first go round and about Louis after their ‘break up’ and the fact that Louis always looks fucking miserable and dead in the eyes around her, she can go CHOKE.
I’m actively vengeful enough to say that I hope all of her “social media influencer” agreements get cancelled, her pointless blog gets deleted and in order to support herself, she has to spend the rest of her life working as a change room attendant for the Primark on Oxford Street, having to be polite to hoardes of customers and hanging up other people’s discarded fast-fashion and 5 or 6 times a day having to deal with teenagers asking her if she’s that bitch who deliberately tried to use Louis Tomlinson’s closet to make money.
“So Michael you looked pretty excited last night.” Christine was walking next to Michael as they headed to Calculus. “I thought you hated musicals.”
“I do, but most musicals don’t have a talking plant from outer space.”
“Fair point, so are you going to audition?”
“No way, I’m more of a behind the scenes man.”
“Are you sure? I mean I’ve heard you sing before and Jeremy said you already know the musical by heart…”
“No way, besides who would I be? Seymour? That’s more of Jeremy’s thing.”
“Actually I was thinking maybe you could audition for Audrey.” Christine made a face as Michael laughed.
“Yeah, no. I’m not going on stage in a dress.”
“You wouldn’t have to wear a dress! We can change the story a little bit and make Audrey Aaron.”
“Not gonna happen.”
“Not even Apocalypse of the Damned 2: Zombie Bloodbath?” Michael stopped looking over at Christine who pulled up a picture of her holding said cartridge.
“Woah, how the hell did you get that? Not even my guy at GameStop could find that. It was only printed for a few months before they cancelled it!”
“Let’s just say that I too have my sources. And am willing to give you the game, if you audition for Audrey.” She offered her hand that Michael looked at for a few moments before shaking it.
“And about the dress-”
“That’s still a very hard, No.”
asphodel meadow, for others the meadow covered with ashes, is according to
Homer the part of the Underworld where the souls of those who lived neutral
lives go- those who were neither heroes nor evil- after they drink from the
water of Lethe. Here it reveals itself to us in the interior of the shops out
of business in Athens in the crisis. In the night time we are lingering, its
appearance is only possible through the lens of the camera as darkness obstructs
visibility with the naked eye. The resulting images are portraits without subjects:
what is left is only the stage of the drama, a shell, and this is what is
recorded. Empty walls, garbage, abandoned furniture compose a former, dead
activity as the merchantman or the merchandise are absent. The intention of
this recording could be to acquire Lethe herself: to travel through this
asphodel meadow and, by the repetition of its stimulus, to experience this
reality and then to deconstruct it, casting away the fear that we may also get
to live into this frame.
A/N: Did y’all really think I wasn’t going to update before i left!? THERE IS ONE MORE PART LEFT. I AM EMO ABOUT IT SO PLEASE DONT ASK WHEN IT WILL COME OUT BECAUSE I AM SO FUCKING EMO ABOUT THIS YOU DONT EVEN KNOW
The door to the coffee shop opened with a bang as the handle of the metal door slammed into the wall behind.
“Sorry!” you heard a familiar voice shout as she made her way through the coffee shop and towards the counter.
You turn around to see Mina slamming her expensive bag down on the counter, and pull up seat. She is staring at you, giving you a look that can only mean one thing. You were in trouble. She waits, folding her hands in her lap as she waits for you to tell her what you hadn’t.
But her short fuse gets the best of her, “When were you going to tell me that Taehyung was back?”
"You’ve been busy.“ you shrug as you try to occupy yourself with the rack of clean dishes in front of you.
"That’s no excuse, Y/N. We’re best friends. We are supposed to tell each other everything,” she hisses.
A glass slams on the counter with a little too much force as you turn your attention to your best friend. She’s staring at you, unsure where your emotions are coming from. It is very rare that you raise your voice to anyone, especially Mina. That was her niche.
“You need to learn how to control that thing better!”
“Excuse me? Freddy is not a thing, he is an iguana.”
“And he keeps peeing on all of my shit!”
“Well if you didn’t leave your shit everywhere-”
“It was on the table!” Play rehearsal was going to start any minute and Rich and Jake were still arguing. It was obvious that for as much as they loved each other they had some issues they needed to work out. Michael rolled his eyes instead looking at the unoccupied seat next to him wondering where Jeremy was.
“Hey Christine, did you see Jeremy today?”
“No, I think he’s sick again.”
“Weird I talked to him last night and sounded just fine.” As if to answer him the auditorium door swung open and in came Jeremy, not sick and looking like ass. If anything he looked better than he had all week. He made his way over to Michael before sitting down next to him.
“Someone got up on the right side of the bed.” Christine remarked looking at Jeremy.
“I’ll say, what happened to you man?”
“Just took a good night’s sleep I guess.”
‘And a bottle of Raspberry Mountain Dew.’
That was when Mr. Reyes finally entered the room, passing out the scripts as he went by.
“Listen up everybody, those are illegal photo copies so try and memorize your lines as soon as possible so that we don’t get caught.”
“Oh I’m sure you’d know all about not getting caught,” Christine smirked at the face Mr.Reyes made.
“Alright you little smart ass, everybody on stage for scene one! Except for you Jenna, as Junior stage manager you will be in charge of the sound system! That right now being my laptop.” The rest of clambered on stage.
“-you know what? Maybe we should sleep on separate beds tonight!”
“I think we should!”
“Rich, Jake save your relationship drama for later when I actually want to hear about it. Christine, Brooke and Chloe we’re going to start you off stage left and as soon as the music starts you will come on stage. Jake, we’re not going to need you for a while so go help Jenna.” Rich made a face at him and Jake flipped the bird as he walked down. “Rich, Michael you’ll be slightly stage, holding hands. I’m sure you can manage that. And Jeremy, our leading man you need to be front and center. Everyone got that?”
“No, no, no! You girls need to be coordinated! Christine you’re doing fine, you two need to keep up with her!” He rubbed his forehead before looking at his watch. “Would you look at that, time for a five minute break.” He left the stage allowing everyone to move from their positions.
Jeremy cracked his back from having to stand in the same place for too long. Turning he saw Rich and Michael talking, still holding hands.
‘Well don’t just stand there Romeo, move one leg and I’ll move the other.’ Instead when the SQUIP moved Jeremy’s leg the teen’s other foot did not cooperate making him yet again fall down face first.
“Jeremy, are you okay?” Looking up from the floor he saw Michael and Christine crowding around him.
“I, I’m fine I just-” He felt a shock pass through his body as he let out a yelp of pain.
“Oh man, that’s a pretty nasty bruise on your forehead maybe you should go down to the nurse for an icepack.”
“Michael why don’t you take him?”
“Really I’m fine-” Jeremy tried getting up but felt a wave of nausea passed him.
‘Take the chance while you have it.’
‘What chance?’ That’s when it hit Jeremy. The chance to be alone with Michael.
‘That’s right and with my help I might even be able get out a few words other than uh,er,eh or eee.’
‘I don’t say eee.’ Another shock passed through his body causing him to make a little “eee” sound. ‘Ow, since when can you shock me again? You weren’t able to do that last night.’
'Besides the point.’
“Uh Jer you okay?”
“He has that weird look on his face, maybe I should take him to the nurse.” Everyone’s attention however quickly diverted to Rich and Jake who were now screaming at each other.
“It’s not like I asked to live with you! You’re the one who brought it up in the first place!”
“Well you know what? Maybe I’m starting to regret that!” A heavy silence fell over the auditorium as Jake said that. Rich was terrified of going back home and only then did Jake realize what he said. “Oh my God, Rich I’m sorry-”
“Fuck you Jake. I pay for that hotel room just as much as you, I got a job to support us and this is what you have to say to me? It’s just as much of my home as it is yours! I’m not leaving but if all we’re going to do is argue all the time I don’t think we should date anymore.”
“Rich, I said I was-”
“We’re done Jake. I’ll take the couch.” Mr.Reyes came back in the auditorium at that moment holding a half eaten Hot Pocket confused by the scene in front of him. He leaned over to Jenna.
“What did I miss?”
“Audition time people, and hurry we’re already down a person.” Mr Reyes say in the front row as everyone read their scripts when Christine took a seat next to Mr. Reyes. “What do you want?”
“I don’t “want” anything but I do have a suggestion for you.“
“And I should care because…”
“I just think it would be a shame if the school found out that half of our production budget was going into your Hot Pocket obsession.”
“What? You can’t prove that!”
“Oh, but I can. And unless you want me to take evidence of your embezzlement to the school board it would be in your best interest to hear me out.”
“Audrey is traditionally a role given to woman but what if we made her Aaron?” Mr.Reyes raised an eyebrow.
“Michael is the only one auditioning for the role of Audrey and he can actually sing so I was thinking wouldn’t it be a great idea to cast him? Besides, think of the praise the audience will give you for your…reinterpretation.” Christine slightly cringed at the word thinking of last year’s near disaster.
“Hmm, your right that’s a great idea. Michael! You got the part!” Christine leaned back in the chair. Now all Jeremy had to do is not screw up too badly and maybe she could finally get the nerds together.