"Karen Nightmare-" ya know we've seen PTA Classic and Red but what would PTA Nightmare be like?
I could only see Nightmare attending a PTA meeting if his S/O had a kid before him type of dealo. Nightmare is not letting his kid attend public school, he doesn't let Aliza tend public school and that's his niece
But also this man is just gonna instantly walk in like he owns the place, passive-aggressively insult everyone, dish out commands and threaten war crimes if they aren't met
He's not trapped with the soccer moms, they're trapped with him.
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Both Mel and Viktor are so soft and sweet. If they were a clothing item it’d be an airy white blouse with pearls sewn into the collar. If they’re a drink it’s earl grey. They both have such soft deft fingers and mushy smiles that leave them ruddy, and that wrinkles around the eyes. A conversation between the two of them is just a competition on who can be more soft spoken. They’re both practically whispering you have to strain to hear. Jayce sleeping in between the two is like laying in a bed of flowers. I hate him and his greed he’s so fucking evil. I need him GONE.
it’s october which means looking thru 2009 dnp posts on corresponding dates and agonizing myself based on the fact that i am not in a Dan and Phil Situation.
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An empty parking lot was always creepy, especially in the middle of the night. It was unnatural. Supermarkets were the center of the human experience, the provider of sustenance and life, and to see one so void of people was wrong. It sent shivers down Callie's spine. She hated parking lots and shadows and leaving the house when the hypothetical murderers came out to play. She tugged the sleeves of her black band sweater down and wrapped her arms around her stomach.
Behind her, the sound of a shopping cart against concrete broke the unnerving silence. It was accompanied by a loud cheer and then two morons rushed past her, both clinging onto the sides of the shopping cart for dear life. It rattled down the parking lot, pink hair fluttering behind them and a stray beanie lost to the wind. Callie winced as the shopping cart banged into a brick wall and the two idiots went tumbling to the ground.
"I have the worst taste in girls."
Callie sighed and scooped the black beanie up from the ground. Tyler and Bailey rushed towards her, making enough noise to fill the entire parking lot and probably give the poor staff inside a heads up of the impending chaos.
"Did you see that?" Bailey asked, jumping on the spot and grinning so brightly that Callie could hardly resist smiling back. "It was awesome!"
"Something like that," Callie muttered, tugging the beanie back onto Tyler's head. The black fabric melded in with her black hair and she quickly pushed Callie's hands away so she could put it on properly.
"You should come with us next time," Bailey grabbed Callie's hand and dragged her towards the supermarket entrance. "You need to loosen up a bit."
"I'm here, aren't I?"
"A short miracle," Tyler muttered. She walked faster than the others and ventured into the supermarket alone, leaving Callie and Bailey lagging behind. At the beginning of their relationship, Callie had taken that kind of behaviour really personally. Now she knew that Tyler just liked being alone.
"The real miracle is how you got Ty into that shopping cart with you," Callie poked Bailey's side and grinned at the little squirm she elicited from the girl. "Your powers are never ending."
"I'm cute," Bailey shrugged.
Callie pressed a kiss into the top of her messy hair and hummed. "That you are. Get a basket will you? I'm going to check out the magazines."
Bailey skipped off to hunt down a basket and Callie found herself watching for a moment, amazed at just how hyper and adorable Bailey got after a glass of vodka. Seriously watered down vodka, at that. Tyler refused to mix their lightweight of a girlfriend drinks that weren't at least three quarters fruit juice. It wasn't a bad rule. Bailey was a very emotional drunk.
Callie picked up a magazine and flicked through it, glancing at the articles on various historical moments recorded in this edition. Bailey came running back over with a shopping basket in hand and Callie dropped a history magazine and a science one inside.
"I want a magazine too," Bailey pouted, and Callie just waved her hand at the display. Magazines were expensive and Bailey never actually read them, but Bailey also liked to be included in everything they did, and Callie knew better than to argue with either of her girlfriends when they were intoxicated.
"Now we just need snacks," Bailey grinned. She was scampering off to the food aisles before Callie could say another word and the girl just traipsed after her with a smile. "Biscuits- oh, we need biscuits. And candy. Where's the candy? Chocolate too, for sure, and some crisps. Probably Doritos because they're just naturally superior. I need some bubblegum as well so me and Ty can recreate that scene from-"
"Baby, oh my God," Callie wrapped her arms around Bailey from behind and kissed her cheeks, "slow down. There's candy over here. Do you want me to go get you some bubblegum?"
"Yes please. Bubblegum and laundry detergent if you can see any."
Callie frowned and laughed in confusion, "laundry detergent? You're not eating tide pods, babe."
"We need laundry detergent!" Bailey turned around in her arms and kissed her lips, "I'm tipsy, not an animal."
"Whatever you say," Callie laughed. She shook her head and ventured off to track down bubblegum and whatever household items they needed. Understanding the way Bailey's mind worked was beyond her.
Callie grabbed a handful of bubblegums and started scanning the store for laundry detergent when she felt a hand wrap around her arm. She jumped right out of her skin in shock and nearly pulled her arm away, only stopping when she saw who it was. Callie let out a relieved chuckle.
"Shit, Ty. You scared me."
"Sorry," Tyler muttered, reaching up to even out the strings of Callie's hoodie.
She softened at the sight of her girlfriend and gently patted the girl's hand where it rested against her hoodie. "You okay?"
Tyler shrugged. "I'm not not okay."
Callie gave her hand a little squeeze before dropping it. "Would you mind grabbing some laundry detergent? I need to get back to babysitting Bailey before she buys out half the store. Unless you want to babysit?"
"Nope," Tyler shook her head quickly, "I'm good with the laundry detergent."
"Thought so," Callie laughed, and gave Tyler a soft smile. "Cheese crackers and all the hugs in the world when we get home. Promise"
Tyler smiled back, a little forced but a solid effort, and left to track down the laundry detergent. And, hopefully, some cheese and crackers, because Callie knew they had all but run out back home. She tried not to worry too much about the girl and walked back down the aisles in search of concerning girlfriend number two.
It took another twenty minutes to negotiate Bailey down to six candies, four chocolate bars, two bags of crisps, and five different types of biscuit, and by the time she was done, Callie didn't think anything law school threw her way would be a challenge. She tossed in a couple of bottles of soda to sweeten the deal and left to pay for it all.
Tyler met them at the checkout with an armful of cheese, crackers, and household essentials. Bailey took to organising all of their junk food on the conveyor belt like a game of tetris, so Callie and Tyler struck up a conversation with the cashier. It was a careful game: they couldn't be too friendly and weird the cashier out, but they had to keep him distracted long enough for Bailey to pack all of their food into the bags in just as pristine a format on the other side.
"And she's taking football as well? You must be so proud."
"Well, I think that's all," Tyler interjected, glancing at the fully packed bags in Bailey's hands. "Good night."
Callie smiled at the cashier, "I hope Amelia passes her violin exam!"
Tyler dragged her off and they scurried out of the supermarket.
"How do you even bond with a cashier that quickly?"
"Quickly? Bailey's packing technique gives me enough time to bond with fuckin' Hitler if need be."
"Hey," Bailey pouted, swatting Layla's leg with the side of a carrier bag, "you'll be thankful for my packing methods when we have to unpack this all on the other side."
"You'll just dump it all out on the sofa and you know it."
Bailey giggled and stuck her tongue out at them, "I call shotgun!"
Tyler groaned and chased after her. "I am not sitting in the back again!"
Here is the largest organ, seemingly unimportant and forgotten in favour of larger meatier cuts of flesh, but it is living and breathing but wholly on the outside. You feel everything so much all the time. You wear everything on the outside, nothing about you is restrained or held back, authentic and truthful, even to a fault, even revealing all the ugly parts you can’t cover. The blows and injuries you take cannot be hidden, so be cautious. Always remember scars do not heal, they can only fade.
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