'we are not the same! we are in no sense the same!'

anonymous asked:

We often say that antis always find excuses like "not all mothers" but we also have a lot of excuses. Birth Certificate, Fre**ie being mentioned in Jay's death statement, "throwback" B picture with both the bump and the face visible - we have excuses for all these things even tho they should technically be inexcusable. I feel ridiculous sometimes :/

Birth Certificates can be false, that’s a fact, not an excuse. Freddie is part of the narrative, it won’t make sense for him not to be mentioned, but guess where he isn’t? Her obituary (and he wasn’t on Louis grandfather either). You can see her face there and it isn’t the same one as she had in her “pregnancy” days. Not even the body looks the same, she’s super skinny in the pic and if you go back to the pap pics from the same time, she didn’t have that body (nor that big belly)… This aren’t just excuses like “not all moms”, we look deep and analyze everything before saying this stuff. Antis mostly just say this and complement with “it’s none of my business if it’s like x and larries are misogynistic because they’re analyzing what I’m not" 

We all live in the same universe, but in different worlds, as Mooji says. In one sense, we are all radically alone. I cannot experience your experience. You cannot experience my experience. Nobody can live for me, or die for me, experience pain for me, or joy for me. Nobody can cry for me, or laugh for me, or dance for me. I go through all of that in radical aloneness.

But to stay with that aloneness, to face it, to sink into the great mystery of it, that is the key, for that is where we discover true compassion. We realise that on the deepest level we are all, every single one of us, in exactly the same situation. And so, even though we are all alone, we are not alone, alone. We are alone, together. Alone, with everything and everyone. Alone, with thoughts, sensations, feelings, sounds, smells, as they arise and dissolve in the vastness. Here, we are alone with all of life, intimate with it, inseparable from it. Aloneness is not loneliness.
—  Jeff Foster, Alone With Life

The more I think about season 2 of Yuri on Ice, the more I realize that it would make most sense if it picked up right where season 1 finished - after the Grand Prix Finals and before the Japanese/Russian nationals.

Because think about it: the new season could start off with the Nationals, both of which take place more or less at the same time, meaning that Victor and Yuuri would have to be apart however that also means that episode 1 could have a skating sequence similar to the one in ep 1 of s1, where Victor and Yuuri were skating to the same piece. I know that they can’t skate the exact same thing if they’re both competing, but it could be something similar, the main point is to have that awesome cinematic effect that the first skating routine we saw in YOI had.

After that, we could see Victor coming to Japan to help Yuuri pack and then both of them going back to Russia (although Yuuri going alone would also work) and moving in together. Maybe that’s just me but I’d love to see Yuuri’s first days in St. Petersburg, sort of similar to how we’ve seen Victor in Hasetsu in s1. This is also where we could first see the domesticity between them in the new season. Of course, they were domestic already in s1, but not quite “moving into your fiance’s apartment and living with him” sort of domestic, if you know what I mean. I’d sell my soul for Yuuri causally kissing Victor’s cheek or Victor pressing a kiss to Yuuri’s hair as he’s doing the dishes or just lounging around the house but seeing them sleep in one bed and/or sofa cuddles would satisfy me.

Anyway, in terms of the competitions, the next one up (in January) is the European Championships - where we would see Victor skate his short and free programs for the first time, and the other European skaters would definitely make their appearances.

After that, we’d have the Four Continents Championships (February) where Yuuri would skate his short and free and where we’d see the other non-European skaters skate once more.

And then the climax of the season (or of the series) would be Yuuri and Victor skating in the same competition for the first time - the World Championships (March). This is where we would first truly witness their rivalry and how they can handle being fiances and competing skaters at the same time. Their ‘showdown’ and the resolution of conflicts (if there will be any) between them would be at the height of the finale.

Now, you may think that this would cover only about 6 episodes of the season and you’re right! But the creators could use the remaining time for more casual, daily life episodes, like episode 10 of s1, which help us learn more about the characters. Deeper character exploration, backstories, more conflicts, more resolutions, more development - that could be where the extra time goes. I’m assuming we’d also see Victor and Yuuri practice with the other Russian skaters which should be awesome because they’re all a hilarious bunch.

Of course, the anime could also fast-forward all of that and we could just get to watch the next year’s Grand Prix Series, but knowing the creators, they’ll want to show us something new (especially that we’d miss out on some part of those 9 months between the end of one GPF and the start of the next GP series, which would be a pity). At the same time, if they want to show us something new/different, they would have to start with a new skating season, aka next year’s Grand Prix Series, because otherwise, Yuuri (and all the others, for that matter) will still be skating the same programs we’ve seen in season 1, since figure skaters only create new programs for new seasons. The only new thing we’d really see, if s2 would start where s1 ended would be Victor’s programs.

So yeah, imo, it seems like it’d make most sense if season 2 of YOI picked up almost right where season 1 ended, but at the same time, I’m not quite sure about that because then we would get literally only two new skating routines (perhaps more if they added more characters).

What a bilingual city actually looks like (part 2)

Our previous post on linguistic landscapes was successful so we’re back with more examples of what bilingual cities look like! We live in Barcelona so these examples combine Catalan and Spanish. 

It isn’t a secret that Spain is complicated when it comes to languages and politics, so linguistic policies tend to be extremely delicate issues. It’s hard to make popular decisions and there is never an option that will please everyone, but trying is always nice.

The following pictures were taken at a train station.

Here we read “Only maintenance service employees allowed” in Spanish and Catalan. Spanish comes first, so it is given priority as the leader. Catalan comes second, but the sentence is written in bold, so in that sense it is also prioritized. No one should get angry. 

The same thing happens next, but English joins the game now. What’s curious here is how they spent money on the word “Ascensor” twice because even if the spelling is exactly the same in Spanish and Catalan, they still wanted to respect each language’s space to avoid creating a dispute (which they probably did anyway). 

The signs in English are tiny and might not be very visible, but they’re in caps so there’s also the attempt to make the English speaker feel cared for.

I actually feel kinda sorry for the people who are getting excited for the rumored NCT U comeback not knowing that it won’t be the same at all. As someone who has been following the boys since the SMROOKIE days, I’m excited because there’s a possibility of Kun and Hansol FINALLY debuting and possibly Ten’s return. But those fans who still have no idea how the whole NCT concept works, are really getting their hopes up that we’re gonna get another bop like ‘The 7th Sense’. The members won’t be exactly the same and the music won’t be the same either. I know so many fans think just because NCT U is possibly coming we gonna get a bop that’s the same sound as 'The 7th Sense’ but it honestly, probably won’t be.

Paul and I had been together since he was fifteen and I was sixteen.
—  John Lennon, The Beatles: Anthology (317)
White Diamond Theory

in color theory, when painting, it is understood that something is black because it absorbs all colors of visible light.  thus black is the combination of all colors.  However when it comes to light the opposite is true.  White light is the combination of all colors.  Shine white light through a prism and it splits into the color spectrum, a rainbow.  one way to get white light?  take three lights. one filtered through a blue lens, the next pink, the last yellow.  shine all three lights at the same spot and it will appear white.  we already know that on Home World there are no problems with same gem fusion.  so why couldn’t it be that White diamond is the fusion of  all three originals.  evidence to support this is that we have yet to see another white gem.  except… pearl, our pearl.  the diamonds are accompanied by gems that compliment their color.  if white is the head Diamond then it makes sense that all colors compliment her.  also, if this is true, maybe it is a secret.  which is why no one has yet to mention it.  well secret to all but pearl.  this also means that because rose shattered Pink diamond no more white diamond,  though maybe a green.  If some one has already posted this, sorry for being slowpoke.  love the show.

When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity - in freedom, in the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass, but partners in the same pattern.
—  Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea

anonymous asked:

You know what bugs me? That's fact that the mysterious dude with cool hair is never addressed again in part 4 of jjba. Like was it josuke in some words time loop? You don't know. And that mikitaka was actually just a straight up alien and none of the morioh group seemed to actually address that or care in the long term.

I was kind of disappointed that Mikitaka didn’t get a genuine character arc, but I think he was sort of a gag character to begin with.  The joke was that so much weird stuff was already going on that an alien could literally wander into the story and announce himself and no one would care.

Either that, or Hirohiko Araki wrote him into the story, then realized he wouldn’t be able to do what he originally had in mind, but the chapter went to press and it was too late.  

Still, this seems like the perfect character to carry over from one part to the next.  Mikitaka can go anywhere and become anything.  He could have turned up in Italy in Part 5, or Florida in Part 6.  Hell, he could have even been in Steel Ball Run, even though it’s set in the 19th Century, because Mikitaka would have been alive back then.  So even if there wasn’t room to use him in Part 4, the door was wide open to revisit the character over the next twenty years. 

But again, that may be the joke: He looks cool, he’s mysterious as hell, we could do all sorts of interesting things with him, but we won’t, because this isn’t his story.   He’s JoJo’s Tom Bombadil. 

As for Josuke’s mysterious benefactor, I kind of made peace with that once I realized they weren’t going to touch on that again. 

[Above: We know it wasn’t the Fonz, because he would have just pounded his fist on the trunk and it would have miraculously worked the car loose.]

Yeah, this kid from 1987 looks a lot like Josuke, to the point where it might as well be Josuke from 1999, and the level of detail in his design made me suspicious.  Why have this man be bloodied from a fight unless you plan to show that fight to the audience?  Why does he need to wear a school uniform too? 

My hopes were buoyed when Yoshikage Kira developed the power to manipulate time, but Bites the Dust only works on non-Stand Users, and it only sends them back one hour, and it puts everyone back where they were an hour ago.  It couldn’t send Josuke to this lonely stretch of road.

But what really made me understand was the episode where Josuke does that sick motorcycle stunt to avoid crashing into a baby carriage, and the blows the little dude’s mind.

[Not pictured: Wrestling audience chanting ‘This-is-awe-some’.]

I posted these images a while back, and I think someone replied that now this baby will be inspired to grow his hair into a pompadour too, just as Josuke chose to honor his own mysterious hero. 

That’s when I realized that the Good Samaritan from 1987 was more of a cipher than an exact double of Josuke.  I went back and looked up the scene from the manga, and here it is. 

[Above: This scene looks amazing in black and white, by the way.  Maybe it’d be better in color, but something tells me everyone would have neon green lips for no good reason.]

It’s a little more shadowy, although he still looks a lot like Josuke, although when you think about it, Okuyasu looks a lot like Josuke too, except for his goofy expressions, bug eyed stare, and facial scars.  In theory, if you could hide the scars and give him the same hairdo, you could send Okuyasu back in time and have him recreate this scene.  Or you could have Koichi Hirose have a growth spurt and he could do it.   When you get down to it, a lot of these characters look alike to begin with, which is why Josuke has his pompadour, and Okuyasa has his facial scars and bug-eyed expression, and Koichi is so short.  Actually, now that I think about it, this guy from 1987 looks a lot like Kuwabara from Yu Yu Hakusho.

Anyway, the scene with the baby made me realize that this Pompadour of Inspiration is pretty similar to another shadowy figure that we all know and love. 

[Above: My baby.  Er, uh, I mean, I don’t know who this is and neither do you.]

I’ve always thought it was appropriate that Vegeta’s mental image of the Legendary Super Saiyan looked a lot like himself.  It’s not just his ego, but the fact that he knows virtually nothing about this person.  At some point, I realized that this is also why the character was depicted as a Giant Ape.  Every Giant Ape we’ve ever seen in Dragon Ball looks pretty much the same, with maybe a few differences in the fur on their scalps.  So if you’re a Saiyan trying to imagine another Saiyan you’ve never seen before, you might well picture them as a giant ape for the sake of convenience.  It’s the Saiyan equivalent of the grey circle with sunglasses. 

And while you might think you’d recognize this guy, it’s vague enough that you can fill in the missing details with just about anything you want.  Broly never turned into a Giant Ape, but his final form has a build pretty similar to this image, and I don’t think that’s a coincidence.  The 2011 Episode of Bardock special strongly implies that Bardock went back in time and became this same character Vegeta was remembering.  In other words, Toei kind of did the time loop story I was expecting to see in Diamond is Unbreakable.  Of course, Episode of Bardock wasn’t exactly a masterpiece, so maybe it’s better that Josuke didn’t go down that route.

So once I recognized the connection, I didn’t mind that the Guy From 1987 never got explained.  He’s part of a lineage, just like the Joestar lineage, or the Super Saiyan lineage in DBZ.   We’re not supposed to know his backstory, only the legacy of his kindhearted act, embodied by Josuke’s heroism.

anonymous asked:

Do we know how many albums Liam and Niall owe Capitol? To complete these solo albums after the initial release, I'm guessing they'll do 1D for a bit, then take time again to work on their solo material. Does that pattern make sense to you?

They could do that.

I’m getting a lot of anons worried about timing, but everyone needs to realize that if Harry has a three album deal, that doesn’t mean “three albums in three years”. It means “three albums” period. There’s likely a time limit, but more likely over 7-10 years than three.

And if I’m right about Harry and Liam having licensing deals through their own labels like Niall does (and assuming that Louis will do the same), then that takes the conflict away from where or with whom the band eventually signs because the band will likely do the exact same thing and have their own label.

We may not get 1D music this year, or even next year, but I do believe we will have 1D music again sooner than the trades are predicting.

The minimum age for signing up for a Tumblr account is 13. I, at the time of writing this, am 23.

It would be bizarre of me to treat a 13 year old as though they are the same age as me. I have a 13 year old little brother and while we have a similar sense of humour as we have grown up together we could not be more different.

I have an extra decade. A decade of more experience, a decade of more learning, a decade of more everything in general. I am an adult. He is a child. There’s no denying that.

The mentality that has always existed on Tumblr of “everybody’s the same age hahaha everybody can be treated the same” is, therefore, the biggest load of fucking rubbish I’ve ever seen. This inevitably leads to children being harassed by grown adults every day. Constantly.

Imagine being a 14 year old child and waking up one morning to find that a grown adult had reblogged one of your posts making fun of you, leading dozens of other grown adults to send you messages making fun of you further.

Imagine being a child just trying to have fun on a social blogging platform and then self-entitled, wilfully ignorant and aggressive adults suddenly began insulting you for absolutely no reason.

I’m not saying a child can’t make a mistake. But that’s what it is most of the time- a mistake- and maybe you should stop treating children who make mistakes as though they’re intentionally malicious adults. In doing so, you generally become an intentionally malicious adult.

If you’re an adult and you look at somebody’s About section and see “oh 14 okay that’s not too young for me to tell this person they’re trash” and you don’t see how that’s inherently fucked up and see no need to apologise for it: I hate you, I thoroughly and completely hate you regardless of the quality of the rest of your character, I think you need to get a grip, a life and away from me

There is a certain solitude to be found in being in love; a peaceful sense of clarity that only you possess and nobody else can ever see or understand. It is finding a magic within someone that nobody else could ever hope to discover because it exists purely for you and you alone.
I love that there is a whole world that exists between us that only we are a part of… our own private little universe that nobody else can enter. Nobody else will ever feel the tangible energy that flows between us when we are in the same room. I do not need to see you to know you are there, I can feel that link between us prickling my skin like an electrical charge… No one else will ever know that there is a color that exists only in your eyes and nowhere else that has the power to evoke every emotion a person can experience all at the same time. For there are worlds within worlds… and everybody else can keep that one outside with its chaos and noise…
The only one that matters to me is the one that exists between us right now in this moment… the place where you and I alone exist…
This is the only place that matters to me.

ellagracedenton: ‘You are the Universe’ (16) // #LessonsIveLearnt are back ⭐️ Probably the most valuable thing I’ve ever come to realise - we are all part of the same thing, we are all just bodies of energy buzzing around this planet. You are, in essence, the Universe! So don’t doubt your importance, your ability or your power. You are it and I am too! We are all the same in the most incredible sense x


Our ideals and reasonings are EXACTLY the same!

This is how close we are

You don’t want straight people?

We don’t want straight people!

You think aces are coming up with words to try and make themselves ~kweer~?

We think trans people are coming up with word to try and make themselves ~kweer~!

You think aces are harmful for the rest of the LGB community?

We think trans people are harmful for the rest of the LGB community!

You think ace tumblr is homophobic? 

We think trans tumblr is homophobic!

You think aces telling LGB people to stop PDA in LGB spaces is homophobic?

We think trans people telling us to stop talking about genital specific attraction in appropriate LGB spaces is homophobic!

You think asexuals can be harmful by making same sex attracted people identify as ace because of internalized homophobia? 

We think trans people are harmful by making same sex attracted people identify as trans because of internalized homophobia!

It just doesn’t make sense why you would let trans people in to a space that is for same sex attraction unless they’re same sex attracted.. Please just listen to us and help us.

I’ve already gotten several people PMing me saying I’ve changed their outlook and that they’ve switched to radical feminism! Please please please think about it! It just makes sense! You aren’t alone!

People can oversimplify Aries sometimes. Yes, Aries is a sign that is known to be straightforward and simple, but Aries as a sign isn’t simple. If Aries was simple, it would be easily understood by others. However, there’s always some misunderstanding about Aries.

Aries are often symbolized to be the baby of the zodiac. This makes sense. They’re the first sign in the zodiac, and they’re the sign to start off the spring season. In the spring, things are created and born. There’s an initiation of creation. However, it can be hard to understand a baby at first. Until you have numerous experiences with a baby, it can definitely be hard to get along with one. An Aries is the same way and in this sense, they are constantly misunderstood by others.

In my opinion, it’s intriguing to find a sign who is associated with war and conflict, but then with childish innocence at the same time. It’s hard to place two very different images of Aries together: the warrior and the baby. The warrior is strong, aggressive, and dangerous. The baby is weak, harmless, and innocent. The warrior has seen the bloody details of war, while the baby has just been born into the world, not knowing a thing. With this, Aries can present a contradicting image that can be misunderstood by others. While Aries is skilled in combat against others, Aries also lacks the awareness of the people around them.

Although these two images are very different, I think this is where the “survivor” archetype of Aries comes from. When you are a survivor, you have faced peril and overcame it. The circumstances of course can vary, but the connotation with the word survivor can imply someone who has faced unfamiliar experiences (the baby) but has worked skillfully against difficulty and lived (warrior.)

The baby and warrior archetypes ultimately work together to create the survivor archetype. The survivor archetype may be the ultimate archetype an Aries is to reach in their lives. There are negative characteristics of the baby and warrior archetypes, but if the good characteristics are harmoniously put together, I think the survivor archetype will be achieved.

While the manifestation of Aries can be simple compared to the other signs, I believe Aries as a sign itself is complex. I feel that there are a lot of seemingly contradicting images of Aries that can be ignored because they’re seen to be the “most simple sign” out of all the signs.

@hantabe said: Her night palette and her cracked gem palette are two different things. Also depending on where you get your screencaps from, the colors will be altered. Especially if you get them from YouTube or google. Those ‘differences’ were so minute anyway

@deliciouslyandy said: telling you right now that Lapis’s pallet when her gem was cracked was already darker then her normal pallet hence it being a REALLY stark difference so it’s not even fair to compare those at all. Also uhm every episode the colors always vary slightly but still generally look the same so but should she be that bright, lol no not at all

actually, nope! lapis does not have a different palette when she’s cracked. it’s not darker at all!

the only difference between these two palettes is the lighting effect of her cyan wings, which also affects steven in this scene. however, if we compare the colors of the shadowed portions of lapis, where this cyan light is not hitting, we can see that her palette is the same. 

it can definitely seem like she has a different palette though, because of that lighting, so i can understand the confusion!

also, i got all of those pictures from the exact same source!

When people write long drawn out meta rationalizing what they want to happen on the show without actually paying attention to the narrative…

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Stiles was pissed.

I mean I can’t say that I blame him, I was a complete and total bitch, but for tonight he decided to put that aside for Heather.

Stiles and I, like most things, went to nursery school together, at that point we were already best friends, but nursery school is where we met another good friend, Heather.

Today was her birthday party and since the three of us were so close when we were younger, Stiles decided that he was going to pretend that he wasn’t totally hating being in the same car, let alone the same house as me.

I was trailing behind Scott and Stiles, everything between the three of us was silent, except for the clicking of my heels against the concrete.

“What?” Stiles asked Scott who kept looking at his feet.

“What do you mean, ‘what’?” Scott asked, looking around.

“I mean ‘what’ and you know what.” Stiles insisted, making no sense.

“What ‘what’?” Scott insisted.

“That look you’re giving.” Stiles said as he rubbed his chin.

“I didn’t give a look.” Scott said, not looking at either of us.

“You gave a look.” I piped up, but I was ignored.

“Oh, there was a distinct look, Scott.” Stiles insisted.

“What look?” He asked, slightly annoyed by our friend.

“The look that says that the last thing you feel like doing right now is going to a party.” Stiles insisted, waving his hands around and pointing at Scott.

“It’s not that.” Scott insisted, shrugging his shoulders. “It just seems weird going to another high school’s party.”

“But Scotty, that’s the best kind of party you can let all of you inhibitions fly out the window and you don’t know anyone who will be around to judge you later. But please, just have one drink? Stiles and I have known Heather since nursery school, and she promised that she would introduce us to all of her friends.” I said and the boys gave me an odd look at the first part of my statement.

“Tonight, no Allison, no Lydia. Tonight we’re moving on.” Stiles declared and I couldn’t help but smile. Apparently my harsh words had actually gotten through to him.

“You’re right.” Scott said as he checked his phone, quickly stuffing it back into his pocket.

“That’s right I’m right.” Stiles said, making a random, spastic gesture.

“Moving on.” Scott said, he and Stiles turning to face each other as we slowed to a stop.

“Onward and upward!” Stiles exclaimed, pointing upwards.

“Let’s do this!” Scott exclaimed, pumped up by Stiles’ pep talk.

“That’s what I’m talking about.” Stiles said and they did a weird double high-five thing before making their way up the driveway.

“How’s my breath smell?” Scott asked and I rolled my eyes.

“We’re not smelling your breath, Scott.” I sighed.

“Do you have any gum?”

“No. No gum. You’re fine.” Stiles said, slightly annoyed.

“Can you at least tell me what kind of party this is?” Scott whined and I sighed.

“It’s a birthday party.” I said as we walked through the door. The three of us barely came to a stop when Heather noticed us.

“Stiles! Hi!” Heather said, completely ignoring Scott and I, as she walked over.

“Hey! There’s the birthday gir-” He began, but was cut off by Heather’s lips on his. My jaw dropped as she pulled away, grabbing Stiles’ hand.

“I’m so glad you made it.” Heather practically purred as she gave my crush the stare down.

“Me too.” I couldn’t see his face, but I knew that he had that adorable smirk was plastered on his face.

“Come downstairs with me and help me pick out a bottle of wine.” She said and my heart sank to my stomach.

“Yes.” He said and eagerly followed Heather down the stairs to her cellar. 

“I need a drink.” I practically sneered as I stormed off to the kitchen.

I had no idea how much time had passed, all that I knew was that I was actually starting to feel great. I couldn’t quite see straight, but I didn’t care, all I cared about was the drink in my hand and the song that I was dancing to.

“Liv!” I heard someone shout over the music and I stumbled as I stopped dancing, causing a fit of giggles to bubble out of me. I rested my hand on the person’s shoulders as I balanced myself and their face slowly came into focus.

“Ooh, you’re cute! You look like Stiles!” I giggled as I pulled my face closer to his, trying to get a better look, then I gasped. “Wait! Are you Stiles? Noooo, you can’t be him, he hates me. He’s having sex with burfday gurrl.” 

I made a disgusted face and gulped down the rest of my drink at the thought of Stiles sleeping with someone. I picked my head up as the song changed and I gasped.

“I love this song!” I exclaimed, swaying my hips a few times before I looked down at my empty cup and whining. “I need more.”

I let go of the guy’s shoulder and stumbled into the kitchen, grabbing a random bottle and refilling my solo cup. I turned around, taking a sip of the bitter liquid, and looked up over the rim of my cup to find that guy right there.

“Why are you following me?” I asked and he opened his mouth to answer, but I cut him off. “Nevermind, I don’t care, you’re hot. Dance with me!”

I grabbed the guy’s wrist and pulled him back over to the dance floor. I turned my back to him, pressing my body to his and rolling my hips to the beat. I hoped that he could be the guy to help me get over Stiles, but that changed when he took a step back, causing me to stumble and almost fall before turning around to face him.

“What’s wrong?” I pouted, my eyes wide, tears welling in them as an idea hit me in the face. “Am I not pretty enough?”

“No, it-it’s not that it’s just-.” He began before he shook his head. “Come on, let’s get you home.” He said as he put his hand on the small of my back and guided me through the house, he took the drink out of my hand and set it on a table. We made our way outside and he helped me into the passenger’s seat his car. We were silent for a few minutes as he drove down the road.

“You know, I’ll sleep with you if you want me to.” I slurred, as my head lolled to the side so that I could look at him and his head whipped towards me for second before he averted his eyes back to the road. “But don’t expect to ever hear from me again, I just- I just need to sleep with you so I won’t love Stiles anymore.”

He said nothing and I sighed, my eyes suddenly feeling heavy. I curled up into a ball in the seat, staring at the handsome man driving as my eyes began to shut.

“’M sleepy…” I muttered and he gave me an affectionate smile, resting a reassuring and on my knee.

“Go to sleep.” He said and I nodded, his soothing voice was all that I needed to convince me to close my eyes and let sleep take me.

Little did I know, I was being rocked to sleep by my best friend’s infamous powder blue Jeep.

I groaned as I woke up. My head felt like there was someone with a jackhammer trapped inside, trying to drill their way out. My eyes slowly slid open and I saw that, luckily, all of my curtains were closed, not even letting so much as a peep of sunlight stream into my room. I sat up as slow as possible, tossing my feet over the edge of the bed and shuffling to my bathroom in desperate need of a shower, I wasn’t sure weather I was the one that smelled like alcohol, or if the stench was branded into my nostrils.

I stood in the shower for quite a few minutes, trying to remember what happened last night and how I got home. The last thing I remember was a whole bunch of people cheering as I downed shot after shot in attempt to drown my pain. It hadn’t worked, of course, I still had the picture of Stiles and Heather kissing burned into my brain.

When I was finally clean and no longer smelled alcohol, I stepped out and wrapped myself in my fluffy robe and shuffled back into my room, not expecting Stiles to be sitting on my bed, staring at his clasped hands.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my brows furrowing in confusion.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay. You were pretty wasted last night.” Stiles, not looking up from his hands.

“Oh god.” I sighed as my shoulders slumped. “Please tell me I didn’t do anything stupid.”

“You were trying to hook up with some guy, and I figured that it was time to get you home.” He said, face tinged pink as he played with his fingers.

“Lovely, I’m a slutty drunk.” The bitterly sarcastic tinge in my voice got Stiles to finally look up from his hands as I walked over to my closet.

“Actually you said something about only wanting to hook up with him to get over someone else.” Stiles said, curiosity lacing his words and I froze.

No, no, no, no. He can’t know. I know him, he’ll get all awkward and ignore me for the rest of my life. I’d rather pine from a distance and be his friend than have him avoid me for forever.

“Liv?” Stiles called, pulling me from my internal freak out. I forced myself to relax and search for a decent outfit.

“I was drunk Stiles, I was probably trying to get over Taylor Lautner, so thank you for saving me from an awkward and scary morning after.” I said, keeping my voice monotone as I dug out a pair of black high waisted shorts and a light blue tank top. I closed the door to my closet most of the way, hiding me from Stiles as I changed. 

“So you’re not mad at me anymore?” I asked hopefully and I could hear Stiles’ sigh.

“No, I’m not mad.” He said begrudgingly and I couldn’t help but smile.

“You seriously have no idea how happy I am to hear that .” I sighed as I pulled my top over my head and stepped out of my closet, making my way over to my vanity. “Though I would never blame you for never speaking to me after the horrible things that I said. I am so sorry for saying them.”

I glanced behind me to see Stiles wearing a sad smile as I pulled my hair into a loose bun, attempting to ease my hangover in anyway possible. I started on my makeup as he sighed again.

“I don’t think I could ever not talk to you, you’re my best friend, Liv.” I paused my eyeliner and gave him a grateful smile.

“Do you think I could catch a ride with you?” I asked as I flicked wings onto the top of my lids, trading my eyeliner for my mascara.

“Of course you can.”

“I don’t see anything.” Derek said as I took a sip of my mom’s truck stop coffee, pushing my sunglasses up the bridge of my nose.

“Look again.” Scott insisted quietly for my benefit.

“How is a bruise gonna tell me where Erica and Boyd are?” Derek asked rather loudly and I groaned.

“It’s the same on both sides. Exactly the same.” Scott stressed.

“It’s nothing.” Derek insisted.

“Pareidolia.” I muttered, taking another sip of my bitter drink and everyone looked at me with blank faces, except for Lydia.

“Seeing patterns that aren’t there.” Lydia explained for me, still greeted by blank faces. “It’s a subset of apophenia.”

“They’re trying to help.” Scott whispered and Derek was instantly pissed.

“These two. This one who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle. Thank you.” Derek said sarcastically to Lydia before turning to Allison. “And this one, who shot about thirty arrows into me and my pack.”

“Can we argue quietly, please?” I grumbled as I held my head, leaning into Stiles’ side and he wrapped his arm around my waist, making my heart flutter.

“Okay, alright, now, come on. No one died, alright? Look, there may have been a little maiming, okay, a little mangling, but no death. Now that’s what I call an important distinction.” Stiles said, trying to put a positive spin on everything.

“My mother died.” Allison whispered to Derek.

“Your family’s little honor code killed your mother. Not me.” He replied in a hard tone.

“That girl was looking for Scott. I’m here to help him, not you.” Allison said, clearly annoyed by the sourwolf.

“You wanna help? Find something real.” Derek said before walking away.

I jumped as Coach slammed a book onto his desk, signaling that he was about to begin is very loud lesson.

“The stock market is based on two principles. What are they? Scott, glasses off. Yes, McCall, you can go to the bathroom.” Cach dismissed Scott and I, very slowly, pulled off my sunglasses. “Anybody else?”

“Uh, no, Coach, I know the answer.” Scott said, and Coach began to laugh very loudly, before his face went serious.

“Oh, you’re serious.”

“Yeah, it’s risk and reward.” Scott said and everyone, except for Stiles and I, stared at him, shocked.

“Wow! Who are you and what have you done to McCall?” Coach asked as he made his way down the aisle to Scott. “Don’t answer that, I like you better. I like you better.

Coach nodded and pointed his finger approvingly at Scott before standing up and looking around. “Does anyone have a quarter?”

“Yeah.” Stiles said as he pulled his hand out of his pocket, causing a condom to go flying and I could feel my face heat up.

“Stilinski, I think you, uh, you dropped this.” Coach said as he picked up the XXL condom off of the floor, smiling at Stiles as he handed the condom to my friend, trading it for the quarter. “And congratulations.”

I could feel everyone’s eyes on Stiles and I looked over to Scott, only to see his ‘dude, you never told me’ face and I put my head down. I was too hungover for this shit. 

I know it’s always dangerous when I retreat into my head because I start to overthink things, but I couldn’t help myself this time. Why did Stiles have a condom? For a second, I thought, there’s no way that he’s having sex, he’s so awkward and nervous when it comes to girls, but then I thought back to last night before I got completely wasted. Stiles went down to Heather’s basement with her to have sex, he was probably going to meet up with her after school.

I got so lost in my thoughts, that the next thing I knew, the bell was ringing and I slipped my glasses back on, rushing out of class before Scott or Stiles could question why I was suddenly quiet.

I had gotten a ride home from Allison and managed to sleep off my hangover before Stiles called me to help him and Scott do research on Beacon Hills First National Bank.

I was woken up by whatever I was laying on, suddenly not being under me anymore. I let out a small groan as my head hit the floor and curled into a ball on my side, taking over a warm spot. I let out a happy sigh as I drifted back to sleep.

“Liv. Liv, wake up.” I heard a voice coax but I just groaned, reaching a hand out to push them away. “Come on, Liv, we have to get to school.”

My eyes fluttered open and I realised that I was in a dream. A perfect dream that I never wanted to leave. I was cuddled up to Stiles in his bed as he brushed my hair out of my face and kissed my forehead. He pulled away and smiled at me with love in his eyes, I smiled back as I somehow managed to pull myself even closer to him.

“Let’s skip today.” I muttered as I admired his handsome features.

“We can’t we have Coach’s quiz today. We have to get up.”

“I don’t wanna, Mi, I want to stay here forever.” I said with a smile and he smiled back

“Olivia, wake up!” Stiles shouted, but his voice had changed and I could feel the dream world slipping away from me. I groaned as I opened my eyes for real, narrowing my eyes at Scott as he took his hand off of my shoulder.

“I hate you right now.” I said as I sat up and cracked my back.

“You were talking in your sleep.” Scott said as he scrunched his eyebrows. I stood up and stretched out my back before making my way over to Stiles’  dresser in search of a new shirt.

“What did I say?” I groaned as I realised that I could’ve let my crush slip to Stiles.

“You said ‘I don’t wanna go, Mi’.” Scott said before cocking his head, “Who’s Mi?”

I laughed at my friend’s confusion as I pulled out a red v-neck and walked over to Stiles’ bed, tossing the shirt down as I pulled my own over my head. “If Stiles hasn’t told you his real name by now, it’s likely that he never will.”

I pulled the shirt over head when Stiles walked in, stopping in his tracks, mouth open slightly like he was going to say something. I raised my eyebrows at him as I tugged the loose fabric over my body, tucking the front into my black shorts.

“Uh, earth to Stiles.” I said, waving my hand in front of his face, before walking past him, grabbing my makeup bag out of my knapsack and making my way to the bathroom, shutting the door and pressing my back to it, closing my eyes and grinning as I thought about the way that Stiles had looked at me only seconds before.

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