floriography [ stories five ]

im dealing with shit || god im SAD

[ whoa it sucks thinking you're mostly over one of your traumas and then getting thrown back to it in the weirdest way and it just sucker punched you in the throat

one semi-decent thing is that i might've?? written a songish thing?? that i might record?? in a couple weeks at my house sitting thing??

anyway this is more lewis shit / shitposting

-lew. ]

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"We're gonna die!" Chase cried out, gripping tightly to Bailey's arm. (Ezra's driving wasn't that bad, Chase is just overdramatic and dumb.)

"Think positive!"

"We're gonna die quickly!"

[ credit: one of the live action scooby doo movies ]

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"Listen, Ronnie," Chase began, sitting beside her friend and gently resting one hand on his shoulder and clutching her bottle of alcohol with the other.

He faced her, seemingly impatient but... isn't everyone impatient with her bullshit?

"Here's the thing with stuff. You can look at a problem from every angle and drive yourself crazy. But... sometimes you just gotta throw a Molotov cocktail at a drone and see what happens."

[ credit: the good place!! (jason mendoza is my favorite character (other than chidi and janet)) ]

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"I hate going into the kitchen," Logan declared, closing the fridge and turning to face Lewis. "It makes me realize I'm the only snack in the house."

Lewis sighed and asked, "Is this because you forgot to go grocery shopping again?"

"Yep."

[ credit: an incorrect avengers post from tumblr ( it was originally a tony stark and rhodey post )]

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"Hey, Chase? What's a 'thot'?" Bailey asked. That poor innocent baby.

Jokingly, she replied, "A thoughtful person."

Later, after Ronnie helped Bailey with picking an outfit to wear on a date, Bailey told him, "Thanks so much for helping me. You're such a thot."

"I'm a wHAT-"

(altmerately:
logan, helping bailey with something
bailey: thanks man you're a thot
logan: i mean,,,, )

[ credit: incorrect panic! at the disco twitter ]

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"Hey, Lewis? Everything okay?"

In a cheerful voice, accompanied by a thumbs up, he answered, "Nope!"

[ credit: the good place! ]

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"I am exhausted." Lewis announced when he entered the living room, dropping his jacket, bag, and shoes right behind the couch. He then flopped down on the loveseat, wrapping himself in one of the many throw blankets he kept around.

"Rough day?" Alex asked, peeking in from the kitchen. He was covered in flour, evidence that he had, in fact, been cooking today. "I made cookies, ain't gonna promise they're any good, but it's the thought that counts, right? Wanna talk about it for a few?"

He got up from the loveseat, blanket still clutched close. He paused right outside the doorway, sighing as he said, "If the kitchen is a disaster, I'm not cleaning it tonight."

"Jokes on you, I actually cleaned up as I went along."

And yeah, maybe the kitchen wasn't as clean as he normally kept it, but Alex had definitely made an attempt, and Lewis loved him for it. As soon as he sat down at the table, Alex slid a bowl of cookies towards him, along with a glass of milk.

"So, what happened today that's got you so tired?" Alex asked, folding his arms on the table and resting his cheek on them. "Surely meeting with your best friend didn't wear you out?"

"Interviews, babe. I had a couple after I met with Logan, and all they wanted to talk about was our wedding and you in general. Like... I love you, and obviously I love talking about you, but considering I didn't even manage to read my vows out loud at the ceremony... Does that website really need to know them?"

"What did you tell them?"

"Unless I put them in a song or something, I'm keeping them private because I don't have to put everything out in the open. I'm allowed to keep things secret." Lewis took a bite of a cookie, giving Alex an easy smile and a nod to let him know it wasn't bad at all.

Alex offered him a grin in return, reaching out to grab hold of his free hand. "I mean... It coulda been worse. They coulda asked how the honeymoon went and asked for personal details about that."

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