Queen of Brooklyn

okay okay okay

jeremy: legally i /can/ say myself

michael: @youridisfake because. two man musical. yeah.

jake: @fuccgrantaire you have Those Vibes™

rich: @cattt420 or @hanschen-ril0w

jenna: @thatonemusicalbitch i dunno i just. feel the same vibes. yknow

chloe: @honeybeebecki or @ grace, whatever her @ is because i FORGOT like a DUMB BITCH

brooke: @vio-is-lit i can feel that right there yknow. sweet angels

okay okay okay

jeremy: legally i /can/ say myself

michael: @youridisfake because. two man musical. yeah.

jake: @fuccgrantaire you have Those Vibes™

rich: @cattt420 or @hanschen-ril0w

jenna: @thatonemusicalbitch i dunno i just. feel the same vibes. yknow

chloe: @honeybeebecki or @ grace, whatever her @ is because i FORGOT like a DUMB BITCH

brooke: @vio-is-lit i can feel that right there yknow. sweet angels

Me.

Newsies: 

Jack, I mean you are the mother figure the newsies need.

FB:

If you’d have seen COG I’d say Leta but as you haven’t I’m saying Tina.

Me.

Newsies: 

Jack, I mean you are the mother figure the newsies need.

FB:

If you’d have seen COG I’d say Leta but as you haven’t I’m saying Tina.

Me.

Newsies: 

Jack, I mean you are the mother figure the newsies need.

FB:

If you’d have seen COG I’d say Leta but as you haven’t I’m saying Tina.

Y/N:  i need a favor

Davey:  Sure, what’s up?

Y/N:  you just agreed.  no backing out now

Davey:  Y/N.

Y/N:  meet me behind the school

Y/N:  bring a box

“Davey is my best friend,” you cooed into your arms.  “If you like me, you’ll like him by proxy.  Probably.  Hopefully.”

To say that liking you was the same as liking Davey was a stretch, but Davey was winsome.  He would be fine as long as he didn’t do anything stupid.

“And there he is,” you said, grinning at him while he approached.  His eyes were already on what you were holding.  “The life of the party.  The VIP.  The man of the—”

“That’s a cat,” Davey said, voice going up at the end as though it was a question.

“Well spotted.”

“It looks dead,” he said, nothing questioning about it.

“It isn’t.”

It did look it, though.  The kitten was small, patchy, and buzzing with flies.  If it hadn’t been walking when you found it, you probably would have assumed the same thing.  It had settled into your arms without too much of a fuss, which was probably a universal sign that this was supposed to be the Salem to your Sabrina Spellman.

Davey looked at you, then at the box.  “You can’t seriously want to keep that thing.”

You balked.  “Somebody has to take care of it.  Why not me?”

“Because your parents don’t want ‘anymore living things’ in their house,” he pointed out.  “Because you have nowhere to hide a cat, especially if it needs special care.”

“You already agreed to help,” you said with a grin.  “No take-backs.”

“You’re the devil.”

“Irrelevant.”

He groaned.  “My parents will kill me.”

“Suitable.  A life for a life.”  You held the cat out to him, hoping that maybe there was a scrap of empathy in him somewhere.  “C’mon, Davey.  The cat needs help.  I’ll do all the work; I just need a place for him to stay.”

“You can’t do all the work,” Davey said, “when it’s at my house.”

“I’ll come over all the time,” you said eagerly.  “So much you’ll get tired of me.”

“That’s ridiculous,” he said, a strange look on his face.  Maybe it was suspicion.  Maybe he was just thinking it through, imagining how he’d have to change his schedule to fit this in.  “I could never get tired of you.”

“Please?”

“I don’t even like cats,” he said, defeated.  He held out the box so you could settle the kitten in.

“You don’t have to like cats—just the one,” you said, scooping up the box and setting off toward Davey’s apartment.

your dress and makeup is now a DISGUISE

your ‘birth name’ is now an ALIAS

getting told by your parents to be nice and not yell at anyone being racist is MISSION BRIEFING

your entire extended family are now FOREIGN DIGNITARIES and you gotta make it thru the evening without being discovered as a RADICAL SPY

carrying a small water pistol and one of those fake-lipstick pens in your purse helps to get in the zone. the best part of being a spy is the nifty gadgets everyone knows that.

Millennials are fighting back just by surviving in a job market where the minimum wage doesn’t cover the living cost. Millennials are awesome at “killing” the diamond, golfing and napkins industries. Millennials are using the internet to make sure things that corporations want to keep in the dark are exposed. They’re open LGBTQIA-friendly business, they’re supporting each other with online donations so everyone can survive this shitty economy.

And the Gen Z kids? The Gen Z kids are rad. I remember a post about something like the millennials making a collective promise to never become a disenchanted generation that only criticizes the next one and I want to point out that this “millennials vs gen z” trend is trying to do exactly that: split us apart. Prevent millennials from being the older siblings that teach the younger siblings to throw a good punch and turn them into the annoyed adult complaining about “those kids” on their lawn. We are the two groups that grew in a connected world of information. We are two very unique generations.