text, memeing it up

[rathercommon]

Hullo, all.

So...The days are short, the air is cold (except in Heropa), and all of us are struggling with lingering embarrassment from all those mis-sent texts. So, to give us all a bit of cheer, and in recognition of all the holidays we've constructed to help us deal with winter, I thought we all could give one another a bit of love.

So! How does this work, then? Well -

1. Go ahead and post your name in this post.
2. People respond to you with things they like about you, lovely moments you've shared, et cetera.
3. You go out and respond to others with things you like about them.
4. NO BEING AWFUL. Do NOT give backhanded compliments or secretly troll people or things like that. The point of this is to be good to one another. Go be good to one another!

Comments

[deadtective]

I was talking about the old lady, not the tablet.

[helpline]

I'm afraid I'd need help with that, you can't really sonic people.

[deadtective]

Just unplug the medical equipment for like, five minutes. Works every time.

[helpline]

That works for the sick ones, it doesn't work for the ones who are well enough to bug me.

[deadtective]

No one gets that old without fucking black magic or surgeries. Just fuck with the pacemaker a little, it's fine.

[helpline]

I'm older than all those old people, you know.

[deadtective]

I know what I said.

[helpline]

Well if your options are black magic or surgeries then I suspect I'm a magician.

[deadtective]

Oh, really? And here I thought you were a doctor.

[HAR HAR walked right into that one, buddy]

[helpline]

[ The Doctor just GROANS, the sort of groan of someone who's just done with bad puns. ]

Very funny.

[deadtective]

You gotta stop making it so easy, dude.

[helpline]

It's hardly my fault that all the good jokes around your name are Halloween based! You can't make a Christmas Hazel sort of joke in retaliation.

[deadtective]

Bitch at my dad about that, not me. Not my fault you can't do jack shit with what you've got.

[helpline]

I've already got a list of things to bitch at your dad about, I'll add that somewhere in the middle.

[deadtective]

I'd say good thing he's never gonna show up here, but who am I kidding? He could take you anyway.

[helpline]

I don't know, I'm scrappy! I could put up a decent fight!

[deadtective]

He lives with my mom. You've got noooo chance.

[helpline]

Is she the one who you get all your vim and vigor from?

[deadtective]

No, she's the one my dad had to carry out of a house once to keep her from getting in a fistfight with another mom.

[helpline]

The other mom probably had it coming. There's no room for wussies in the PTA, Janice.

[deadtective]

Man, you wish it had been during a PTA meeting. They stopped asking her to come to those.

[helpline]

You've got to tell me what the straw that broke the camel's back was with attending PTA meetings.

[deadtective]

How should I know? I was fucking six the last time I remember her going to a meeting. It was probably just the rumors that she freaked out all the teachers.

[helpline]

Yeah, that sounds like something your mom would do.

[deadtective]

I've never fucking talked about my mom with you before.