A little story set in an alternate universe about how one man asked out a kind florist…
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Charlie, a highly-strung, openly gay over-thinker, and Nick, a cheerful, soft-hearted rugby player, meet at a British all-boys grammar school. Friendship blooms quickly, but could there be something more…?
Nick and Charlie are characters from my debut novel, Solitaire. Heartstopper updates three times a month, on the 1st, 11th, and 21st.
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What if alien psychology is different in such a way that when presented with facts that contradict their opinions, aliens are like “Oh, okay. Guess I was wrong.” I imagine word would get around the galaxy pretty quickly that arguing with a human is a BAD idea, even if you’re sure you’re right.
So I work at a video game store in a mall and across the hall from us is this really nice suit shop. One day one of the guys came in an asked if they could use our microwave (the store they used to go to closed down) and we bargined for use of their bathroom in return since the mall bathrooms are like a 5 min trek.
So for like three months now we just have these men in really nice suits come in and talk while using our microwave and teach them about nerdy shit? Then I, the goblin king in various shitty tee shirts and paint stained pants, walk into their super expensive store and just get greeted with “Yo dude what’s good?” and talk about the pains of steaming silken dress shirts properly and it’s my favorite business interaction every day
A new jewelry store opened up right next to our store and when I used the bathroom today we were talking about it. I hate it on principle (they flooded our systems closet during building) and immediately both Suit Guys™ working went on mini rants. “Their suits are baggy as hell, I wouldn’t trust them to sell me a $9,000 ring when they can’t get a fitted jacket. They look so unprofessional, ” and “I saw one of the dude’s wearing a teal shirt. It’s fall, and you go with teal? At least get a color to match your store if you’re gonna ignore the seasons like that, Christ, but teal is awful.”
*shuffles my papers* alright class. welcome to homestuck lore 101. in may there will be a final covering octopimp and other notable homestuck voice actors
*continuing* please note that there will be a ten page essay on the ramifications of early homestuck vriskcourse and how it mirrors the dirkscourse that folllowed after it! i will not be requiring you to pick a side, but i want full citations and at least one first hand account.
All this for a god damn 101 class?!?!
if you feel you cannot handle the courseload of this class you’re welcome to drop it but the only other class available is classpect speculation and the teacher in that subject does NOT grade on a curve
“My domain is time,” said the Genie. “Instead of three wishes, you get three decisions. Go back and choose again.”
“Mr Genie, I’m only 17. I haven’t made any massive decisions in my life.” I said to him, frowning. He smiled.
“Any decision you make will alter the course of your life. See, try changing something little.”
I thought about a little decision I’d made. Right, breakfast on the 2nd of August, 2009. The genie told me that I’d had cornflakes that morning, so I went with rice bubbles. Apparently, the rice bubbles has trace cyanide and I had to go to the hospital. Here, I met a man who fought in Vietnam. He was in the bed next to me, although he never talked because he was deaf. I did befriend him, however. The hospital fruit was revolting but this gentleman loved it. He hated toast, so he’d give me his in exchange for my fruit. On his last day, he slipped a note to me. On it was an address, his I assumed. I asked mum to drive me there the following day.
A huge mansion with sprawling gardens met us when we arrived. There stood the old man, weary with age but a huge smile on his face. “I have no family,” he began. “I’m leaving all of this to my closest friend. You.”
I felt my head go light as I was transported back to the present day. The genie smiled.
if that sewer clown makes himself an image of your worst fear before he eats you, i could kick his ass. what’s he gonna do turn into the physical manifestation of being abandoned by your closest friends? gonna turn into an ooky spooky visual representation of catastrophic failure and loss? jokes on you dumbass the only thing im afraid of is myself
Time to kick my own ass. Bitch had it coming for too long
just moving along like everyone else 