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vampireapologist:

vampireapologist:

if ur not a good liar you really should practice with your friends immediately and naturally giving a fake name, fake hometown, job, school major, etc. so when random men hit you up about your fucking memoir on public transit you can give them nothing to be anxious about I’m serious

it really deescalates the entire memory for you like. if some dude on the bus tries to get you to open up on ur morning commute and you give him a fake name at LEAST, later you get to laugh about it and forget about him.

docholligay:

This is original, and I MIGHT have posted to the patreon? Can’t remember, either way I’m done with it

In the hot of the afternoon, Hannah looked for grasshoppers. She was never sure why–at the age of eleven, she reasoned maturely, she should be beyond such things and straight into womanhood, but it was a stolen few hours of her life, and she took it.

But now it was the early morning, and she braided her hair loosely,  straight down the back, pulled on her boots, and headed out to the barn, like she did every morning. Like most children, Hannah would never admit to liking chores, and even less to liking that her chore pool had recently expanded, but there was a clarity that came to her as she quietly hayed and watered the goats and the horses, a peace in the solitude of work.

Out here, things lay quiet, mostly, with only the sound of the high wind over the prairie to whistle alongside you.

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docholligay:

docholligay:

Ocean’s 8 but the Senshi

“I’m trying to go straight!” Haruka whirled around and marched across the garage, Mina at her heels. 

She scoffed. “Good luck bud, I think we both know that’s not happening.”

“I HAVE BEEN–” She pointed a finger in Mina’s face, “Oh, oh, aha, very funny.” She picked up a rag and went back to the bench behind her. 

Mina hopped up on the stool and wrapped an arm around Haruka’s shoulders. “Think of it, Haruka, one last heist, and you and I go off and live on the shores of Montenegro together! Eating shrimp by day, romancing women by night…”

“Where’s Montenegro?” 

“That’s on a need to know basis, I’ll tell you on the way.” 

Haruka shook her head and scowled. “I like NOT being in prison!” 

Mina shrugged. “So we won’t get caught.” 

“I ALWAYS get caught, ever since we were kids, you manage to slip away–” 

“Well, not always.” 

“and I end up in trouble. I hate prison, Mina!” She dramatically thumped her hand against her chest, “The beds are hard, there’s never any chicken nuggets, and they won’t let me wear boxer shorts. And I always get caught, always, every time.” 

Mina stared at her a moment. “So what I’m hearing is we need to work on your cover story.” 

“Mina.” 

“As lovely as this has been, lingering about as you chat in this idyllic location,” there was a voice from the door, and Haruka turned to it as Mina rolled her eyes. 

The light coming through the door of garage illuminated her like a halo, the edge of her pink dress fluttering slightly in the breeze. Her teal hair curled delicately about her shoulders, bright against the petal pink, her face pale as the moon in the night. 

But what Haruka noticed the most were her eyes. The sea echoed in them, neither blue nor green nor aqua, but all of those colors at once, washing in and out like the tide. She blinked as she looked at Haruka, her eyelashes brushing against her cheeks and revealing the watercolor of her eyes again. 

“Oh, I apologize, how rude of me.” She smiled at Haruka, the soft blush of her lips pinking Haruka’s cheeks. “We haven’t been introduced.” 

“This is Haruka, we’re known each other since we were kids,” she gestured disinterestedly, “Haruka, this is Michiru Kaioh, heiress and part of my master plan.” 

“A pleasure.” 

“So…” Haruka said, not taking her eyes from Michiru, “What do you need, Mina?” 

Mina sighed. “If I’d fucking known this was all it took, I would have brought her in years ago.”

So like I get it, some people are super attached to their vehicles, especially when they’ve had it for 20+ years and also they’re still emotionally raw from losing a loved one but if your fucking engine is moments away from overheating every five minutes then maybe don’t drive it???

docholligay:

Smol butches who have amazon prime (Probably any butches, but this is a particular problem for my beloved pocket butches): 

AVAIL YOURSELF OF PRIME WARDROBE. You can try on up to 8 things for NOTHING, with 7 days to just send it all back, and they have LOADS of boys’ oxfords and sneakers in sizes 4-7, dress shirts (and bright spring florals!) in size 14-20, boys’ jeans, etc. 

If you’ve ever worried about buying boys’ stuff online because you’re afraid it won’t fit, this is amazing, and the selection is so much bigger and more adult-looking than more places I see online for boys’ clothes.