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fandomtownies2024-04-15 04:14 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote in fandomtownies2024-04-15 04:14 am
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Turtle & Canary; Monday [04/15].
Cass and Bixby would be sticking with Summer today at the store while she took care of things; it seemed marginally safer to just have them poking at the shelves of T&C than it would be to have them poking around a bunch of medical equipment and people's personal medical histories. She was a little nervous that Apu might have gotten in octuplets back, but, since she hadn't received any panicked texts from him over the weekend, she figured they were in the clear. And, sure enough, coming in confirmed as much, as there were not eight little tiny Nahasapeemapedalons running around.
Just Apu being an absolute fucking weeb today, apparently.
She was, admittedly, a little disappointed to not see a little tiny panda cub running around the cheese section, because, um, adorable? But the kids seemed to find something to keep themselves occupied while she worked (Bixby mostly wanted to play with the turtle; Cass decided it was time to play A Million Questions about Cheese with the cheese panda), so Summer wasn't worried about not getting her crap done of the day, at least.
Today's Squishy Flavors
Glazed Spiral Ham
Rubber Eraser
Red
Turtle & Canary is open!
Just Apu being an absolute fucking weeb today, apparently.
She was, admittedly, a little disappointed to not see a little tiny panda cub running around the cheese section, because, um, adorable? But the kids seemed to find something to keep themselves occupied while she worked (Bixby mostly wanted to play with the turtle; Cass decided it was time to play A Million Questions about Cheese with the cheese panda), so Summer wasn't worried about not getting her crap done of the day, at least.
Glazed Spiral Ham
Rubber Eraser
Red
Turtle & Canary is open!
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Maybe if he touched on that last one, he'd feel less guilty about the rest of it.
He stared at his phone for a good long while before texting, so just getting this out here before Wednesday because awkward interpersonal face to face bullshit blah blah, but should we talk about last week? Because I know I'd dodge the whole issue if I could get away with it, and I THINK you probably would too, but if we need to clear the air I'm
Up for it? No.
happy to do that. And if we don't, just hit me with a thumbs up on this message and I'll delete it and neither of us has to think about it again.
There.
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Then she settled in to really read the message and what it was saying, followed by probably the biggest sigh, which, for a weekend like this one, was saying a lot, and set to reply.
boy u really have shit timing on these kinds of things huh?
There really isn't anything to talk about but it does probably deserve more than just a thumbs up and memory wipe. Because hey, u know, newsflash: i'm dumb and 23 and full of emotions and still trying to figure my shit out. But i'm also smart enough to know better than to throw away a REALLY good friendship on what basically boils down to hormones and unresolved issues that are better worked out with my therapist
And that's why i was so upset about it, because days like wednesday means i cant control what dumb shit comes out of my mouth that i would usually know better about and just ignore
So if ur good im good
There was a bit of a pause before an addition was made:
i rlly hope ur good tho but like also i'd get it if not
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Atton rubbed idly at his scruff with the palm of his hand.
I'm good. Like I said I kind of knew. Didn't want to embarrass you or make things awkward so I just spared us both the 'I'm twice your age and emotionally unavailable' talk.
He looked up at the ceiling for a second. Probably should add to that, huh.
I've needed a friendship like this back in my life so yeah if we're both good on not fucking that up I'm
What? What. A word. Okay, he knew the word, he just felt pathetic typing it.
grateful
There.
He almost kneejerk added a 'or whatever' but, maturely, managed to restrain himself just in time.
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Summer blinked up from reading Atton's text to find Bixby holding up....something? She squinted at it.
"What is that?"
Bixby shrugged. "I dunno."
He did not seem the least bit bothered by this fact.
"Well," said Summer, "just don't, like, go and put it in your mouth or whatever."
"Mom." Bixby scoffed, and gave her a grin that was far too familiar for comfort. "I'm your kid. I've definitely put way worse in my mouth before."
"Gross," said Summer. "And weird. Go show Apu, make sure it's not a part that fell off of something."
With that finished, she focused back on her reply:
yeah no friends >>>>>>>>>>>>> lovers on literally almost every margin ever
The one exception was probably that the sex was good, but also, it was during pollen week. All the sex was good on pollen week. If it wasn't? Oof. You had bigger issues to worry about.
i really like the vibe we've got going and i would have been super pissed if the islands HILARIOUS timing screwed that all up. I think i need something like this too
Something something BDG....
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A few seconds later, he found himself halfway into mentally composing something about his current home predicament, because that was the point, wasn't it, Summer was just so easy to talk to in a way all of his other Fandom friends weren't because she understood being a messy bitch and he didn't feel like he was talking to some lofty porcelaine god(dess) who had it all together. Except then he thought about uncles, and the idiot in the other room messing around with a guitar, and honestly bringing that up would be a level of shitty Summer didn't deserve, so...
Ugh.
so anyway how badly do you want to rant about whatever brats you have right now.
Much safer. Okay, it brought the risk of him eventually feeling the need to bag on Stark, but he was much more comfortable taking that one than anything else.
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(Yeah, yeah, yeah, she knew one was technically an M-name, but just let her have this one).
well its not a giant baby or a catboy this time so id say i'm doing pretty okay actually
And she debated about really going much further into it, but, he had asked, hadn't he?
this is my first time having ones RETURN in what? five, six years of this? so that's totally fine and not at all something i'm a little weirded out by. but theres two. bixby and cass, the cass is short for casserole.
That's how you knew you were a real one, Atton, that she would just come out and admit that to you.
before u ask, stark is their dad. and they're so ginger i'm sure they'd burn in the moonlight
And, because you asked, and she was pretty sure it was impossible for a woman to be that close to tiny people who shared her DNA in an uncanny level without feeling at least some spark of maternal instinct, there was now a few pictures being sent his way, too, of a little girl with long red hair and a cell phone pretty much glued her hand and....well, there was probably a little boy under that unruly mop of red curls somewhere.
please tell me you didn't get any.
Because terrifying.
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There, have some TMI in return for that 'Casserole' factoid.
seems to have done the trick. though Lana's knew me in the future and called me 'uncle' and frankly, that's karking weird enough.
Oh, huh, look at that. He'd identified some kind of self-restraint in the Stark department. Good job, Rand. Maybe you'd accumulate some maturity sometime, somehow. I hate kids.
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i'm not really sure it works like that, tho? like i had one from an alternate timeline where i stuck with my exhusband apparently
well, okay, stuck with is false, since apparently we killed him and ate his heart.
Oh, Hematemesis. Those were the days.
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This needed clarification, Summer.
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It was a shame that Atton couldn't see the dreamy, wistful look on Summer's face right now, because it really completed the whole mood of that answer.
we met during an apocalypse that i ran off to because i was having trouble coping with my parents divorce. this was back when i was a student and my grampa replaced me with a robot for like a month
On the bright side, at least they weren't talking about Wednesday anymore!
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He eyed his phone for a moment, and realized - resigned - that he had heard much crazier things in his life, and not just on this island.
I guess the rules on cannibalism would be lax under those circumstances.
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"Moooooooooooom," a little voice came from her side. "Who are you teeeexting?"
"Cass, do I stick my nose into who you're texting all the time?"
"Uh, yeah, like literally every time."
"Well, that's because I'm the parent, I'm allowed to."
we probably didn't need to go that hard but who doesn't love some drama every once in a while?
"Did you run out of questions for the cheese panda?"
"Yeah, he got way to excited about the new havarti dill you guys got in and apparently was starting to get really upset about how I pronounced gouda, so I noped out of there and figured I'd see what you're up to."
She tried to take a peek at Summer's phone, which she slowly pulled away.
"Working hard, I see."
"I'm telling a friend about other kids I had before you guys that were way cooler."
"Uh-uh! That's impossible, Bix and me are obviously the best ones."
"Have you ever eaten a guy's heart before?"
"....well, no...."
"I rest my case. Go find your dad and eat his heart, and then we'll talk."
Cass was quiet and thoughtful for a moment. "He is at the clinic," she realized. "They do got scapels there..."
"Atta girl."
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Well, he'd definitely never known anyone who'd eaten someone's heart before, but he had been very close with someone who'd inverted the mass shadow of an entire planet with up to hundreds of thousands of people on it, and he wasn't really sure how those ethics stacked up against Summer's hypothetical heart-eating future.
I'm sure Mical would have something about respecting people's traditions or something
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who the fuck cares what mical thinks
Tell us how you really feel, Summer.
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He didn't!
He just, uh. Could admit now that Mical was better at diplomacy than he was.
this is not encouragement to eat mical's heart, though it would be funny