#arieava

Go Far Kid

🎉Sorry I’m just better! Sorry we’re go getters! Ain’t my fault we’re wicked, stunning, tricky, why you running?”🎉

Cricket attack for @arieava

hbKJBKJFGS I AM NOT SORRY FOR ANY SIFE EFFECTS ONE MAY GET FROM THIS BLOG!!! one of the side effects being rereading pokespe omg

i am so jealous youve got physical copies, ive always wanted a few but i could never find them in bookstores //SOBS. and yes YESSSSS yellow is so good and our wavelenghts r shaking hands rn

the updated mood for john’s route

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Of all the people Melissa expected to see sitting sidestage at Las Casualonas, Mariana wasn’t one of them. This place isn’t really his scene, after all, and it’s not even a show night. She herself just came here to get some pole practice in, since the one she has at home needs repair. (The drag was just a fun bonus, and everyone knows Roier loves committing to being in character.)

And he looks sad, of all things. What kind of idiot comes to a strip club sad.

Melissa takes initiative. She saunters over to him and sits on the edge of the stage in front of him. “Hola, handsome.” He doesn’t even look up. “Why so sad?” she wheedles, and Mariana lets out one of his drama queen sighs.

“Well… I’m married,” he says. Obviously. The entire island knows. “And my best friend is married.” Again, obvious. They were all at the wedding. Well, actually, Mariana wasn’t, but that’s neither here nor there.

He must be playing some kind of game, she decides, so Melissa says, “Mmhmm.”

Mariana just slumps even more, though he does finally look up at her. “I shouldn’t be telling you this,” he hedges. His shoulders are practically touching. He is so fucking dramatic.

“You can trust me,” purrs Melissa, batting her eyes. Surely he’ll drop the game now, and just tell her what’s got him sighing all over the place.

“My husband and my friend’s husband… they kissed on my friend’s wedding day.”

And?

“I kind of have a reputation, if you know what I mean,” continues Mariana. “And I don’t want to make my husband even more insecure, but—” He takes in a deep breath and lets the next part out all at once. “I can’t stop thinking about kissing my friend.” Mariana looks up at her. “Is that bad?”

What.

Literally, what? Is he fucking serious? Why is he sitting there talking about their friendship like Melissa is… someone else. Oh, shit. Is he that dumb? He can’t recognize his best friend in a wig and some eyeliner? And he’s revealing this absurd fact about him now?

“Well,” she manages, “why do you want to kiss him? Just to get back at your husband?”