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... Jess was showing off how he used his lighter to open his second beer when a voice spoke. ‘There you are’ Jess lifted up his eyes. A quite pretty stranger had come up to Dave and Zack ‘I mean to interrupt. Earlier, did I hear you talk about forming a band?’ ‘Yes, you maybe did’ Dave answered leaning in just a bit, involuntarily, letting a dimple escape him. ‘I’m Lane, drummer’ the girl introduced herself, batting her eyelashes just a bit too much. Jess almost rolled his eyes. ‘Dave, guitar. And this is, Zack and Jess’ Dave turned and vaguely pointed behind him ‘And somewhere over there there’s Brian’ Jess nodded to the girl who just smiled at both of them ...

(19/03/01) Jess was sleeping, he was in a train station and he had to give a letter to someone, he had to get out, but he kept on getting lost. And then suddenly he figured out he could pick a lock, when Dave threw his bag on him, hitting him on the dick. Horrible goodmorning. ‘Man you have no idea what you’ve missed’ Jess grunted in response and kicked Dave on the shins when he got close enough to the bed ‘Quit it, this is serious. Rory’s mother works in like, a hotel or whatever I don’t know and she said that she could try and put in a word for us to come and like play at the parties they do’

and,I mean. can you imagine? he knew what it was like to be dumped by your mother all alone and he thought Rory was in a (at least) similar situation,and he wanted to take care of her because no one used to care for him when he was the one being left behind. idk man,I just love him and ache for his ache,idk what else to tell you

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if you comment some demanding shit like this on fanfic writers’ works, you don’t deserve the privilege of getting to read fanfiction for free

some additions 👊💥

By Kawanabe Kyōsai (Japanese, 1831-1889)

By Kawanabe Kyōsai (Japanese, 1831-1889)

Then they meet in person. They click instantly, especially after finding out about their shared love of chess.com. James mentions his chess.com rival and regulus is like “surely that’s not him??? This guy is so nice and my evil chess.com arch enemy is the devil reincarnated??” So he casually asks oh what’s your username on chess.com? And James is like “oh it’s prongs☺️” and regulus is like oh dear lord. But he needs to be absolutely sure so he asks “and what’s your rival’s name?” To which James replies “R.A.B😡” and regulus is like. Oh my god. That’s my evil conniving chess adversary. And he’s lowk hot.

regulus: oh that motherfucker this is another autism test isn't it

Verdi’s opera Aida enthralls a packed house in New York City, July 1964.Photograph by Albert Moldvay, National Geographic