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TELL ME! TELL ME WHAT OTHER REASON THERE IS BESIDES BLATANT RACISM FOR CANCELLING TGD WHEN IT INVOLVES A CAST OF COLOUR BUT RENEWING 13 REASONS WHITE WHEN THAT HAS DONE NOTHING BUT BEEN HARMFUL AND TOXIC FOR VIEWERS?? FUCK NETFLIX AND FUCK YALL UGLY WHITE SUPREMACIST SUPPORTING  ASS PEOPLE ON THIS DAMN SITE!

So, there’s this relatively new member of our team who’s a gossip fanatic, she’s always around chatting everyone up and then reporting the juicest news and hot details she’s given, which is a demeanour our main client is pretty bothered by, therefore she always makes sure to shut up and behave around them.

Two coworkers of mine, me, the Big Boss and our client were arranging and planning a few things, when she burst into the room, not noticing the BB and the Client, who were at that moment having coffe behind the door and she went “ooooh, you know what they say about Louis Tomlinson not actually being the father of his child? Looks like it’s true after all, even though it’s been ages!”

We didn’t have time to gesture to her, that my client appeared from behind the door all frowny and straight faced “yeah, the same ages it took you to dig this oh-so-shocking information up, with that quick, sharp rate of yours you’ll have to start working on the next campaign tomorrow morning if I want it out before 2036″.

it’s like i paid for it, i’m gonna pay for this.

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Dex/Nursey, 15. Kiss in the rain

There’s thunder on the horizon and Nursey is saying something–he’s always saying something, always talking, always chill–and Will is trying to tune him out. If he could focus on the smell of ozone in the air, of newly budding leaves on the trees, of asphalt and concrete and dirt, maybe he could forget about Nursey beside him going on and on about this girl he met that he thinks is just Will’s type.

If he could just focus on the sound of their shoes against the pavement and the first patter of rain and the cadence of Nursey’s voice instead of the words he’s saying, maybe he could pretend that Nursey knows his type at all.

“I’m not interested.”

“You don’t even–”

Will turns, and that might be his first mistake. He turns. Nursey pulls up short. There are bare inches between them and electricity on the air and Will is not interested, not in the girl or the specific green of Nursey’s eyes or the hint of stubble on Nursey’s jaw or the way the corners of his mouth tip upward like everything’s a joke, like Dex is–

“I’m not interested.”

Nursey frowns. He licks his lips. His tongue is pink. Will’s heart is racing.

“Why?”

Will rolls his eyes. He means to say it doesn’t matter. What comes out, instead, is, “Does it matter?”

Nursey’s eyes slip low, away from Will’s, then back up.

“Depends.”

It’s drizzling, the edge of the storm upon them. Will breathes deep through his nose, asks, “On what?”

Nursey shrugs, and Will hates that, the casual roll of his shoulders like this is nothing when he’s looking at Will like it might be everything.

“You,” he says. “It depends on you, Will, and if you want to keep doing this, we–”

He catches Nursey between words, lips parted for whatever was meant to come next. Will stops it. He knows what was supposed to come next and it isn’t what he wants, not really. Nursey has him hooked. Will feels the pull of him, low in his belly, no matter the distance. He’s tired of ignoring it.

Will pulls back, and that might be his second mistake because it gives Nursey the opportunity to beam at him and it is blinding.

“See,” Nursey says, “it does matter.”

Will rolls his eyes, but can’t help smiling back. “Would you shut up,” he says, and leans back in, kisses Nursey as the clouds break open.