My last text says “Aw, thanks!”, which sounds fine to me.
my last text message is just that picture of hillary clinton on her phone and then a search history full of “where to by a bird” “how to train a bird” and i sent it to my mom
OKAY BUT I ACCEPT ALL OF THAT AS HOGWARTS USUAL DAILY LIFE IN AU WHERE UMBRIDGE IS NOT THE WORST HUMAN BEING BUT YOUR COMMON TEACHER WHO IS PROBLEMATIC AND KINDA SHITTY BUT CAN BE LOVEABLE AND NO ONE HATES NO ONE I JUST WANT HOGWARTS STAFF’S EVERYDAY SHIT AND TEACHERS INTERACTING WITH EACH OTHER AND FOOLING AROUND AND SNAPE AND MCGONAGALL AND HOOCH DISCUSSING THEIR LUNCH HOOCH IS LIKE WHY SO MUCH RAISINS IN KOMPOT
TODAY
I HATE IT AND SNAPE IS LIKE BUT FRUITS ARE THE BEST PART ABOUT KOMPOT AND MCGONAGGAL’S LIKE I SAW YOU TRYING TO GET APRICOTS OUT OF YOUR GLASS WITH YOUR FORK 5 MINUTES AGO YOU HYPOCRITE
you complain really loudly to your friend in a foreign language and i can hear you mention my name sometimes but idk how to tell you i can understand everything au
“i climbed this tree for a dare but now i’m stuck can you help me down or get a ladder i’m scared of heights and also im on probation” au
inexperienced camper and park ranger au
your room always smells really fucking good and idk what you’re doing in there but i’m determined to find out au
“IT IS 3AM AND YOU THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO LIGHT FIREWORKS? I’LL KILL YOU” au
it’s the last train of the night and we’re the only two people in this car and i’m 58472085345% sure i just saw a ghost
you were drunk and proposed to me but i’m not sure how to bring it up now you’re sober bc i totally would have said yes au
we’re both on a foreign exchange and the company we’re with has apparently gone bankrupt, looks like we’re stuck here, you do speak the language right? au
why are you hanging leaves above all the doors in our corridor?? it’s midnight?? and you’re wearing a sheet please explain?????? au
we’re in the communal kitchen making food but somehow it turned into a contest, do you want to make out while i wait for this creme brûlée to finish cooling au
RIVAL DOG WALKERS AU
i’m trying to do homework but some asSHOLE upstairs is blasting shitty 80′s pop and its kind of catchy but i need to study, could you pLEASE maybe turn Madonna down, i don’t care how much like a virgin you are au
you’re living in my old apartment and you’re really cool but i’m a ghost and i’m not sure how to hang out with you without scaring you away au
There’s this one specific bakery that Mako HATES. Loathes. Would punch to dust if given the opportunity.
It all comes from one day when she was running late to a meeting with the others. The night before, they’d had a tough fight, and despite being exhausted, Mako didn’t sleep well. She didn’t get up in enough time to make anything for the meeting and so, knowing they’d all be expecting it (and not wanting to deal with a hungry and disappointed Usagi), she stopped at this bakery and bought a cake.
Mako should’ve known better, she’s painfully aware of how bad she is at lying. But when everyone assumed she’d made the cake herself, she just kind of let them. Any adorable stammering and awkwardness (AND THERE WAS A LOT) was attributed to Mako been embarrassed by all the praise.
There was a lot of praise.
A LOT of praise.
Nobody could stop talking about how good the fucking cake was. “Best ever, Mako-chan!” “You were really ‘cooking’ today HAHAHAHA” and so on. The girls asked for it again next time. (”And BIGGER,” Usagi urged.) So Mako made the cake herself. Mako made the hell out of this cake.
It wasn’t as good.
Oh it was GOOD, and her friends were very appreciative (and it must be noted there were no leftovers), but it wasn’t AS good. There was something missing. Mako could hear it in the slightly less enthusiastic praise, see it in how the last few pieces didn’t disappear quite as quickly.
When the meeting was over, Mako immediately went to the bakery and bought another cake. She took it home and studied it, ate it, let her tongue pick out every last clue. She tried again.
And failed again.
Mako has been to this bakery so many times now attempting to recreate this cake that they know her on sight. She is a preferred customer. They love her.
MAKO HATES THEM
She’s convinced that the bakery is a front for some as yet unknown enemy. She hasn’t found proof, but it’s only a matter of time.
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