I did it. I got through all of the death note movie. And now I can explain to you why life is a nightmare and I hated the movie. And I'll put it in bulletpoints so y'all and your gnat attention spans can understand my rage and quickly.
- LIGHT IS PORTRAYED AS THE VICTIM. The VICTIM of his crazy manipulative girlfriend who killed the “good guys.” And the victim of the evil demon named ryuk who just likes to kill people for funsies.
-L was good for the first half. Then he went completely out of character and started running around screaming at people. THEN IT IS IMPLIED THAT HE KILLS LIGHT IN THE END WITH THE DEATH NOTE.
-“misa” likes to kill people and loves light. It’s not so different from the original cuz misa was definitely a sociopath in love but it was fucking dumb how she was used to victimize light and make him out to be the poor boy who just wanted to help people.
-light turner’s not intelligent at all. When l is on his trail, he just…stops murdering people. He has a breakdown the second they come onto his trail.
-there are no fucking mental battles until the END. and even tho the end was more death note like than anything else in the movie, it doesn’t make up for the fact that everything else in the beginning? Watered down. AMERICANIZED so that we could have pathetic action sequences and gory deaths.
-the ending like…the Ferris wheel and the pre planning from light? Ok fine that was very death note. Convoluted and it did adhere to death note’s rules. But it waited too fucking long. The entire movie was a horrible cliched mess of gore and pathetic attempts at suspense and “build up.”
-because of the wasted philandering, we never got to see l and light battle. We never got what made death note interesting because Netflix wanted so desperately for us to think death note was a horror thriller thing.
-AND IT FAILS AS THAT. like if you wanted to change the genre GROSS but ok, but they didn’t even do that WELL.
-they threw in a scene at an abandoned orphanage and made ryuk creepy BUT IT WAS WEAK AS SHIT CINEMATICALLY and it fucked up the already weak attempts to make the tone “suspenseful.”
-ryuk never felt like a threat. light never felt like a threat. L was supposed to be one of the threats light has to face, but they barely interacted and when they did? No tension whatsoever because of how little they were mentally battling.
-death note was unoriginal. it didn’t take the concept and create a new, interesting take on the original. It didn’t stick to the original to please old fans. It appealed to no one except maybe 13 year olds who liked Bonnie and Clyde nonsense…and they don’t even get that, since those two stupid white fucks double cross each other. And one dies.
-I just don’t
-who the fuck
-hackneyed lines. So many.
-lines that didn’t make sense.
-the plot to find L/Light was supposed to drive the movie but it faltered and halted for no good reason? Like why are they trying to arrest L now? Just because he suspects light?
-and are we supposed to be sympathetic to light? Fuck that kid, he’s a whiny idiot. X
-and…I just…im tired of talking about this movie now. I want to lie down and never speak or think about it again.
How do you keep everything so organized? What sort of study cycles/techniques do you use?
Hey! For the first question, here are some key details:
A huge influence is how organized my room is, because if it is already messy, I really don’t care about cleaning it or organizing other stuff; it’s like bleh, what difference does it make?
So if I notice my life is getting too messy, I try to clean and organize everything I can in my room (because it’s my study space too) and try to keep it that way with each passing day because it makes me feel like I have everything together. Sometimes it can be hard, but a few small actions (like picking up dirty clothes or notebooks) help.
I have always loved and preached the use of planners (this year, in my case, it’s an already set up planner in which I incorporated the Bullet Journal system). However, I never really took all advantage of it.
Last month, I started taking it seriously. Nothing fancy; I only write down stuff like:
- ‘Goals’ for the day (like how much water I want to drink, brushing teeth, make bed, etc)
- Stuff forwarded (how do you even say this?) from the previous day, if any.
- Detailed steps/small actions that make a bigger task, etc.
Really simple, I just write the stuff down and try to do them all and mark them as done.
The key to getting things done with a planner or any to-do list is:
you only have to write down like 3 or 5 tasks, nothing overwhelming.
do not be ambiguous (’solve 3 problems from Matrix chapter’ is better than just saying ‘study’)
try to sort them, most important tasks first
you pick the first thing in the list, start working on it
do not work on other tasks
Finished that task? Start working on the second one. Keep going.
If something you hadn’t planned comes up, deal with it and move on, keep working on your tasks.
If you do all of them and still have energy/motivation, do something else, create a new list, whatever
you don’t have to be productive all the time.
I try to sort everything into categories, so I know where everything belongs. Everything has a place, so when something is used, I have to know where to put it back before things get too messy.
Now to the second question.
How I study:
What I normally try to do is:
Solve past exams and as many practice problems as I can.
Last semester, a TA told us that practice guides are not meant to be completed; make sure you know how to do the easy ones and start with the complicated ones, they’re usually a combination of the simple stuff.
Take notes on class and explain what I did on a problem (even ‘multiplied by x and added y…’) so I don’t get confused if I ever try to study from an exercise.
Since I’m an engineering student, my classes are basically all math-related stuff, but this counts with basically every subject: annotate.
DO READINGS. Try to know what comes in next class, how and why some stuff works, etc.
Ask, ask, ask, ask. Any doubt will only grow and drive students to despair when the final comes.
Some things I have learned
There was a time when I was not ever sure if I was going to pass my classes, and I learned a few lessons:
Most teachers do help. That’s how I noticed doing all the homework was actually worth it, even the smallest one. They don’t really care about the contents, some of them just want to see you take their classes seriously.
If a student who did poorly on exams but turned all the homework in, is struggling, teachers will probably come to the rescue.
Some people are not really friend material. They can drag you down and distract you from your priorities.
Be yourself. If something matters to you, go for it. Likewise, if grades are not really important to these people, you don’t have to follow them.
Free time of others does not mean your own free time. Know what is best for you.
This does not mean ‘BREAKS NOT ALLOWED HERE’. Take care of yourself.
Sometimes, even though I felt like I studied pretty hard for something, I would just get back a really disappointing grade. Am I worth anything less? Nah, next time it will be.
There is always room for improvement.
My best grades always came from studying like a week in advance or revising periodically.
I hope this helps (and sorry for the late reply). Good luck!
I know I’ll be getting a ton of asks about all of this stuff (including many angry ones) so I figured I would address these things before you had the chance to even send them.
Why did I pick Maisie? I’ve always loved Maisie, ever since she was a toddler. I like how her heart is constantly being broken (sorry kid), especially since it’s the complete opposite of what happened to her mother. She’s different than my past two heirs. She isn’t some stereotypical heartbreaker or nerd. She has multiple levels, and that makes me want to play with her more.
What about the classic Huntley blondes? I can’t have every generation all end up looking the same! I imagine we’ll get back to the blonde at some point, but probably not for a few more generations.
What will happen to Mia and Mikey? I’ll still be playing with them regularly until I’m ready to have Maisie move out. At that point I’ll probably only post about them when I’m getting them married, introducing their children, etc. Similar to how I did last generation. Of course they’ll still be around family and events and stuff. This won’t be the last of them.
How about that sibling rivalry? Don’t worry, I can assure you that there will always be tension between Mia and Maisie. They’ll definitely resolve their differences at some point, but I still want to explore that story line some more.
Hi! Quick note, sorry about the whole BATIM amino crap. I know how frustrating it must be. Anyway, I have a quick question. I want to be an animator/character designer as a career and I'm getting kind of anxious about it since college for me is one year away now. I just want to know, any tips of how I can get my foot in the door? Like get noticed? I know it'll take time regardless but I want to start looking for jobs while at college to help pay for things. Thanks! (Also, love your animations!)
Oh, gosh, this is such a tricky question. There are so many potential answers to it.
I guess I can share what I did to get where I am and hope that turns out useful…? Number one, start posting your art online. Build a following, make connections with other artists, IMPROVE YOUR ART CONSTANTLY, make a name for yourself. Start working on all of that NOW! It’s never too early.
(Note: it might seem counter-intuitive, but one of the faster ways to get yourself noticed online is to appeal to people through things that are already popular. Fanart is how you grab people’s attention, even if you plan to mainly make your own original content as your primary focus. It’s like saying, “hey, you like that? Come look at the other stuff I do, too!”)
The “make connections” point is probably one of the most important ones here, too. Talk to other artists and creators, even if they’re doing stuff that isn’t the kind of stuff you’re doing. It helps to have a friend network of professionals that you know personally. It’s not shallow to make connections – that’s how a lot of this industry works!
Always keep making new content. It also helps to branch out to other social media sites. Start making yourself a professional portfolio (I use wix.com for mine) and add to it/update it regularly as your art improves.
Apply to internships and industry jobs, even if you don’t think you’re quite qualified for them. Be sure that you’re able to recognize the worthwhile ones, and stay away from the ones that are going to take advantage of you. When you get to college, ask your professors if they need help with their research, and let them know you’re interested in pursuing a career in this industry right out of college. In your assignments, give your 120% effort.
Remember that your portfolio pieces will likely not include many of your college assignments – your assignments are practice for what you’ll make on your own time. KEEP MAKING STUFF ON YOUR OWN TIME. Your portfolio needs to reflect who YOU are as an artist, not who your professors are!
When your senior project comes around, KNOCK IT OUT OF THE PARK. That’s your chance in college to really show off your stuff and demonstrate what you’ve learned.
This is a bit all over the place as a response, but I hope it helps somewhat!
Words: 2909 Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x (platonic)(f)Reader Featuring: Skinny Steve, Bucky Barnes, Howard Stark, Peggy Carter, Wanda Maximoff, Supersoldier Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Warnings: talk of death, time travelling, swearing Requested by anon “Idk if you’d do a time travel au, but maybe one where Piet and y/n end up in the 40s and meet Bucky and skinny!Steve but they have to be careful not to change the future. ” Summary: Instead of Pietro dying in the Battle of Sokovia, Wanda did. Pietro was lost and unsure of anything without her. Determined to get her back by time travel, he overshot the time a bit and ended up many, many years off. The objective: Get back to 2017 without changing anything. Authors Note: so i fucking love this au. i actually have plans to do more with time travelling (probably unrelated to this), so yeah! If you’d be interested in that I’d love to know :) This was so fun to write; how the fuck did i manage 2.9k words?
Pietro saved Clint and a little boy, but it was close. And even though the Maximoff boy was new and on the other side for most of the battle, no one wanted him dead. He was an important addition to the team, as speed could be very valuable. It was very lucky when it was found out he was only shot in the leg and arm, nothing that couldn’t be fixed with Dr. Cho’s help.
Everyone besides the flying heroes was on the Helicarrier and away from the danger. All except Wanda Maximoff, she was guarding in the church. And once Sokovia started to fall, she went to go see Ultron. She wanted to get revenge and see him die. He hurt her and Pietro, and she would not allow him to get away with it.
“Wanda, if you stay here, you’ll die,” Ultron warned her.
“Do you know how it will feel?” Wanda asked Ultron and before he could respond, her hand jolted forward and pulled his heart out. “Like that.”
Ultron groaned, and laughed. “You missed,” He told her, and she looked down. She didn’t grab his heart, she grabbed a bomb that was inside of him; it activated once it was outside of his body.
You would never forget Pietro’s scream when he saw an explosion and Vision flying out with Wanda in his arms.
Plot: a textpost from @legendary-gaurdian-of-fun: “one where Evan and Conner were dating prior to Conner’s suicide, and Evan has to fake their friendship not because he didn’t know Conner but because his parents/town are incredibly homophobic. And Conner and Evan weren’t exactly subtle in their private emails so Conner can’t actually show those ones.”
Warnings: suicide, attempted suicide, homophobia, grief, two too many heathers references, overall just pretty shitty
Evan reread over Connors note again, not being able to, or not wanting to rather, believe that his boyfriend had killed him self. He felt too many indescribable emotions, the biggest one being guilt. He had to have been a terrible boyfriend to not know Connor was suffering, right? No, he tried telling himself otherwise, it couldn’t be that he was a bad boyfriend, Connor just didn’t want to worry him, it said so in the note, along with a ‘don’t feel guilty because I know you know that feeling too’ that Evan hoped Mr and Mrs. Murphy wouldn’t read into too much.
“We had no idea Connor had any friends, not anyone he would be close enough to write his… his note to,” Cynthia choked out, wiping another tear from her eyes. Evan wouldn’t dare to come right out and tell her that we was more than friends, or even best friends, with her son. Connor had spent so many nights crying to Evan about how homophobic his parents were and how if they ever found out about him and Evan he would be kicked to the curb with nowhere to go. Of course, Connor did want to move out and get away from them desperately, but he couldn’t handle that just yet, he needed more time and more money until he could be free.
“Yeah, y-yeah we were pretty, uh, pretty close,” Evan stuttered, realizing now that this was actually the first time he’d ever met his boyfriends parents. He’d never imagine this was how it would go. He wished that it didn’t have to be like this.
“Connor never talked about… about anyone being his friend,” Larry said, his words would sound very skeptical if it weren’t for their sad tone. Evan wanted to scream and cry at them about how they were the reason Connor never told them about him.
“Yeah, well, uh, I, uh, I guess he just-he just didn’t want to admit to being my friend or something,” Evan mentally slapped himself for not being able to stand up for his boyfriend, “I mean, I’m kinda a, kinda a-”
“Nerd,” Zoe piped up for the first time since Evan had been in their house. It was familiar to him, since whenever Larry had work as Zoe had jazz band practice and Cynthia had to go to some exercise class for whatever trend she was trying now, Evan was over with Connor. It was rare when all three of the other Murphy’s weren’t home, but the few times it happened Evan secretly loved being able to come over and just talk to Connor.
“I was gonna say loser, but, uh, yeah that works too.”
“Zoe!” Cynthia scolded.
“But see the weird thing is,” Zoe said, ignoring her mothers scolding, “the only time I ever saw you and my brother together at school was when he shoved you the other day.”
“He shoved you!?”
“I, uh, I tripped,” Evan stuttered out a lie as he tried to think of how to play off what had happened, “I uh, tried to talk to him, uh, tried to talk to him at school, so he, uh, you know.” Of course Evan wasn’t going to tell the truth…
<i> Connor had waited by Evans locker for him, knowing it was going to be his last day on Earth with his boyfriend and wanting to make the most of it, for Evans sake. When Evan turned the corner to see Connor waiting for him, he was shocked to say the least.
“What, uh, what are you doing here?” He asked, looking around nervously to make sure Zoe wasn’t around, noticing a few people were staring but only because they feared Connor and thought that he was going to attack poor Evan.
“I wanted to see my fucking boyfriend,” Connor said matter-of-fairly, but still quietly so that nobody could hear him call Evan his boyfriend except Evan, who blushed a deep red in response.
“But, uh, but what if someone sees or what if, uh, or what if Z-Zoe comes by and uh sees us,” Evan squeaked out as Connor laughed.
“Relax, okay, you’re adorable when you’re all nervous though,” Connor smirked as Evan got redder.
“Well if it isn’t the gayest kids in school,” Jared said as he walked up to the pair, Evans ears tinting red as Connor rolled his eyes. Connor regretted that Jared knew about them and was the only one because the boy didn’t know how to refrain from gay jokes or explicit sex jokes every time he saw the pair together. He glared at Jared with a blank stare.
“Chill, it was just a joke,” Jared responded, seeing Connors expression.
“Oh yeah I know, it was funny, I’m laughing. Am I not laughing hard enough for you?” Connor replied, yelling a little no matter how hard Evan tried to shush him from the corner of his eye.
“You’re such a freak,” Jared replied, looking down the hallway in the direction he came from, “Sister alert, freaks,” he warned before walking away. Connor sighed, remembering that as annoying as Jared was he was good for one thing: warning when Zoe was around. Connor spotted her from the corner of his eye and looked to Evan, mouthing an ‘I’m sorry’ before he shoved Evan, yelling about how he was a freak before tearing down the hallway, people moving quickly out of his way.</i>
“That wasn’t very nice,” Cynthia said, clearly upset at her sons actions even though she couldn’t do anything about them.
“Well Connor wasn’t very nice,” Zoe replied, shaking her head slightly, “so that makes sense.”
“Connor was, he was a complicated person,” Cynthia said, looking for the words to describe Connor. <i> Complicated doesn’t even began to describe it, </i> Evan thought.
“No, Connor was a bad person, there’s a difference!” It hurt Evan to hear Connors sister talk to badly of him, and he wished he could tell them about the real Connor, the sweet Connor that would stay up with him just to talk about anything, or would sneak in his window when his family was being extra annoying.
“Zoe, please,” Larry spoke up, not wanting to hear Zoe’s words either.
“Don’t pretend like it’s not the truth!”
“You can never see the good things in him!”
“What good things mom?” Zoe yelled back at her mother, who walked away from the table and sobbed, “tell me! What good things were in him!?” Evan could see the tears in her eyes and didn’t know if she was sad or angry. He didn’t know how to react to the family fighting in front of him. At this moment he felt like he knew Connor even more, if possible, now that he’s seeing what his home was like everyday.
“There were a lot of good things actually,” Evan surprised himself and the Murphy’s by interrupting the fight.
Zoe looked at him expectantly, “Like what.”
“Well, uh, we used to, uh, we used to go to the, uh,” he felt his hands getting sweaty as he got more nervous, wondering how he could make their dates seem any less, well, gay, “we’d go to the, uh, apple, apple, uh, apple place,” He slapped himself mentally. ’<i> apple place? really Evan!</i>’.
“He took you to the orchard? That placed closed years ago, we used to go their all the time and have picnics, don’t you remember, Zoe?” Cynthia smiled for the first time in what felt like forever.
“Y-yeah, we used to, uh, we used to walk through the old, the old trees. And we’d uh, get ice cream, down at, down at A-La-Mode some-sometimes!” Evan held back tears as he remembered the sight of Connor with whipped cream on his nose, or their first date their when they both were so nervous. Evan never told Connor how cute he thought it was seeing the school badass flustered. My god did he wish he had told him how cute he looked flustered, now that it was too late, “We’d sit in that, sit in that old empty field, with all the, uh, with all the four-four leaf clovers. We’d talk about what we wanted to do when we’d get out of school, you know? Like, uh, like the Appalachian trail or, uh, I don’t know, writing a book or learning to sail, they were all just, uh, just dumb little dreams, but we liked it, I guess. We’d talk about, uh, about,” Evan looked mentally for something to come up with, “Girls! Yeah, like, that we, uh, we wished would notice us.”
’<i> Great job, Evan, really subtle, a perfect way to say IM TOTALLY NOT GAY AND TOTALLY WAS NOT DATING YOUR DEAD GAY SON</i>’
“We would, uh, we’d climb some of the old trees, thats how I, uh, broke my arm. We were climbing one of them and I just, I fell, but he was right there for me, he came to get me, so everything was, uh, was okay,” Evan choked up a bit, nothing that wasn’t the truth.
Evan recalled the day he and Connor were at the orchard. He remembered Connor telling him that there was nowhere else he’d rather be than in Evans arms. Evan smiled sadly and held his arms together, wishing Connor was wrapped between them.
“We didn’t always get to hang out though,” Evan said.
’<i>Because you’d probably kill him if he left to hang out with his boyfriend</i>,’ Evan thought.
“But we’d, uh, we’d email,” Evan said.
’<i>You dumbass they probably checked his email account already</i>,’ Evan thought.
“But on a secret account, so they’re more private,” Evan said.
’<i>I mean, it’s not a lie, but what better way to scream SECRET LOVERS than a secret email account, nice going</i>,’ Evan thought.
“I can, uh, bring you some,” Evan said.
’<i> JUST. STOP. TALKING.</i>’ Evan thought.
“Oh, we’d, we’d love that,” Cynthia smiled, taking Evans hands in hers as he stood up, her wrapping her arms around him tightly, whispering a thank you in his ear.
“A secret email account!? While I don’t doubt that you guys had one, do you know how many dick pics are probably in those emails?” Jared laughed through the phone.
“Okay I panicked, and I, and I didn’t know what to say so I just started talking and then I, and then I didn’t stop. I mean, uh, what was I supposed to do? 'Hey you wanna here about all the dates I went on with your dead gay son?’” Evan spoke fast as he paced his room, cell phone in hand.
“Well that would’ve been more subtle than that. Dude, how are you supposed to show them emails, unless you want to show them your creepy gay sex emails.”
“We didn’t have creepy sex emails! We, uh, we just… I don’t know,” Evans face went red, not that Jared could see, but knowing Evan he knew he was blushing and flustered right now.
“I mean it’s not hard to backdate emails, I do it all the time, I mean, I wasn’t the only member of our IT club for nothing,” Jared laughed, as if he was bragging, but in all honesty Evan didn’t know what there was to brag about in that sentence.
“Wait so you’d, you’d do that for me?”
“Sure, why not? For two grand.”
“Two thousand dollars!?”
“Fine, five hundred.”
“I can give you twenty.”
“Fine, twenty, but you’re a dick,” Jared said before hanging up his phone and grabbing his laptop, putting it in his bag to make his way to Evans house. Evan hung up the phone and was about to pull out his laptop when his mother, Heidi, came in the room.
“Hey,” she said, Evan noticing something was up that she wanted to talk about, “I got an email from your school today, something about a kid that killed himself, a Connor Murphy? Did you know him?” Evan froze at his boyfriends name, still adjusting to the fact that he was dead, not having been given enough time to mourn him.
“Uh, no, no I didn’t know him,” Evan lied. ’<i> was it really a lie? I mean, how could you not know your own boyfriend enough to know he was suffering! </i>’ Evan thought to himself, wondering if this is how Connor would have felt if Evan ever got the chance to tell him about the past summer. Not that he ever would, Connor would hate him if he knew the truth.
“Oh, okay, good. Youu know you can always talk to me right? I’m always here or just a, just a phone call away, right?” Heidi reassured her son as he replied with a nod. Her gaze glanced to his cast, “Okay it says Connor, right there, he, uh, he signed your cast.”
“No, that was a, uh, a different Connor, dont, uh, don’t worry,” Evan lied, holding back tears yet again as he remembered Connors worried face when he climbed in Evans window to see the big cast on his arm…
<i> It was the night before their first day of senior year. Connors parents had him on house arrest for two whole weeks, taking away his phone and laptop. He wasn’t happy about it, of course, and spent most of the time in his room throwing and punching things, threatening his families life, not that he was proud of it. Him and Evan both felt alone when they couldn’t talk to the other, and he had no way of communicating to Evan what happened and that he wasn’t ignoring him. He worried for Evan and knew his mind must be racing and jumping to conclusions. When he finally was given his computer and phone and privileges back, he immediately left to go to Evans. He climbed in through the window as per usual, finding it more fun than going to the door in all honesty. Tapping on the glass he heard a small gasp before the window opened. Jumping in he was met with a slightly red eyed Evan, with a big white cast on his arm. He pulled him into a hug, apologizing and explaining that he was locked up the entire time and asking a million questions about Evans arm.
'I, uh, I fell… out of a tree,“ Evan replied, not wanting to admit to Connor that he was a hopeless wreck without him. Connor would think he was pathetic and would hate him.
“You fell out of a tree?” Connor had his hands on both of Evans shoulders, “Well isn’t that the saddest fucking thing, oh my god,” he laughed it off, so did Evan. Connor wrapped his arms around Evan, feeling better than he had the previous days.
“Hey, so, I actually came over here with somethings. Presents, I guess, as a 'sorry-I-couldn’t-see-you-for-two-weeks’ surprise,” he said, pulling out of the hug reluctantly and rubbing his neck. He sat in Evans bed and took his bag off of his shoulder, setting it next to him on the bed, pulling out about ten books, “I brought some books, I know, fucking lame, but I like them. They’re probably my top ten books of all time,” he said looking down at the books thoughtfully. Evan sat next to him, seeing how he was a little passionate about the books and thinking it adorable. They looked through the selection, including Perks of Being a Wallflower, Of Mice and Men, Amityville Horror, and a few other small, but good books, including many classics, smaller unknown indie books, and a book of Edgar Allen Poe poems.
“Th-thanks, Con, but why are you giving these to me? Not that I don’t want them of course I’m very grateful I just-”
“You’re adorable,” Connor interrupted his rambling, making Evan blush. “I don’t know, they just, they mean a lot to me, and you mean a lot to me, so here you go, I guess.” He blushed nervously, hoping Evan would take them, “If you read them I think you’ll enjoy my commentary in the sides.” Evan smiled and kissed Connor on the cheek, thanking him.
Evan wished he had read into the signs and realized what Connor was planning then.
“Oh, well, okay. I have to go into work now, and I probably won’t be home until late again. Sorry, Evan, there’s money on the counter for food, okay? Bye, love you,” Heidi kissed her sons head as he shook out of his daydream, mumbling a bye as she left the room, Jared entering the room just minutes later.
“Ready to forge some weird ass sex emails!”
I wanna split this up into more parts so expect a part two and probably three next week!! I worked literally all day on this and I’m just not feeling good rn to finish writing it. Idk just not mentally okay rn, summers just hitting me bc I have no life or friends when summers here so 😊. But I’m fine lol enjoy. Happy stuff coming later maybe??
If you’ve ever wanted to see what I look like on the verge of tears, here ya go :P
and I’m sorry, but I literally can’t
post this photo or even look at it without telling the story behind it. I
keep tearing up even thinking about it, and this right here is why I
never EVER judge or question why someone wants to cosplay a certain
character. You have no idea what that character has helped a certain
person through. And if you know me, you’ll know
I’m pretty emotionally closed off. Shit, I didn’t even cry on my own
wedding. I apologize for the wall of text below but this moment and this
weekend was so important.
She moves her gaze around the room, stopping at each piece
of furniture, each item, to examine it.
Her vision grazes over the soft beige chair in the far corner, the
fringed teal throw resting upon it. Then
the matching couch and loveseat, each bathed with what she believes is an absorbanent
amount of teal and brown throw pillows.
There’s a picture on the wall. A painting actually. One she’s never seen before. The London tower, brushed in beiges, browns
and creams to match the prevailing theme in the room. She imagines that Erica likely found it at an
estate sale, recalling her conversation with her assistant four days before
where Erica had enthusiastically told her about her newest London
adventure. You wouldn’t believe the
stuff I’ve found, she squealed, causing Taylor to smile.
There’s a piano to her left, pictures of her
family and friends already sitting atop it.
And within the shelves of the wall behind it rest neatly lined books,
her books, ones that she asked her mom to box up from her New York City
apartment. And then there are the two
fluffy pillow beds, placed against the wall nearest the piano. Olivia and Meredith, the bright teal stitching
reads across the front.
My dad doesn’t think so, and I’m having a hard time explaining to him why school is stressful, so once this reaches a decent amount of notes I’ll show him how many people agree with me.
EDIT: In case anyone was curious, I didn’t even need to show him this before he began to agree with me, but the post did help.
EDIT 2: This post is getting reblogs again, guess it’s that time of year. Good luck, y'all.
A/n- I don’t really like this one that much, as I feel I made Victor too ooc, and that I really didn’t add up to the climax that well, and that it’s just really plain shit, but I’mma still upload it bc I can.
“For fuck’s sake, Victor,” I sighed, putting my hands on his shoulders to push him away a little. “I ain’t having sex in school, Hot one.”
I looked at Vic, a smile making its way across my face. Victor looked back at me, a playful pout on his face. I looked down, closing my eyes as I smirked. I felt Lynn come up behind me, hanging her arms around my neck, her warmth radiating off her and onto me. I leaned my head back, resting it on her shoulder.
Lynn laughed, “Your man gets too horny too fast, (Name).”
I laughed at her, turning my head into her neck. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Vic stomp his foot lightly, kicking a rock as he did so. Usually, I’d jump at the offer of having sex with Vic, but today I was hangin’ with Lynn and I wasn’t going to leave her. She was my property, and I wasn’t going to leave my property behind, especially with Henry still pissed off at me. Bowers knew in our last fight that if he wanted to get to me, he had to get to Lynn, and I wasn’t going to risk her alone without me near her.
Bowers can never learn, no matter how many times I slash him with my knife. He knows Lynn is |my| property, yet he still insisted on messing with my mutts. With Juan in the hospital from his daddy, George sicker than a man that just came out of hell, and Inqua off somewhere, I had no one to watch Lynn as I went off to have fun with my second gem.
Victor came up to me, placing his head in the crook of my neck as he pulled me forward by my belt loops, snatching me out of Lynn’s grip. Lynn, who wrapped her hands around the rim of my back pockets, harshly pulled me back into her grip. I laughed, seeing as the horny Victor and my Lynn fight over me. It was a reoccurring argument, one that I loved very much. It gives me a lot of attention, and Lord knows I crave attention. It was even better that I was getting attention from my man and my property, them fighting over me for my attention.
Victor circled his tongue around a spot on my neck, pulling my skin in as he bit on it to the point of bleeding.
“You’ve always taken up my offers,” his warm breath bounced off my neck as he talked in his husky voice. “What’s different this time around?”
I inhaled deeply, my hands reaching behind me and gripping anything that I could lay my fingers on, which happened to be the side of Lynn’s pants.
“Shit,” I whispered, feeling Victor smirk into my neck.
Lynn huffed, circling her arms around the middle of my stomach. My property was |jealous|, she wanted my attention and Vic was taking it away from her. I breathed out a haughty laugh, I had people fighting for my attention.
“I’m thirsty, (Name),” Lynn whispered, loud enough for Victor to hear.
I always gave into Lynn’s requests, and Vic knew this. He knew I was going to give into her desire. If she wanted something, I made sure she got that something. If she needed something, I gave her what she needed. She could request for the world and I’d give to her, I wasn’t going to let her go sad. I spoiled her, and I know it. I loved it. I love seeing her eyes light up when I give her something she’s been wanting for a while, I love surprising her with gifts, I love buying her things. I love her attention and she loves mine, and if something threatened that, we’d both go crazy. But this time was different, I |had| chosen to let something interfere. I went off with Vic, I gave someone else something they wanted. I know in Lynn’s eyes she was seeing it as me spoiling someone else with love and affection.
“Yea-Yeah, ju-just gih-give me a second, L-Lynn baby,” I said, trying my best and failing to not stutter.
Victor unhooked his hands from my belt loops, sliding them across my hips and placing them on my ass, squeezing them as he cuddled closer to me. He brung my skin into his mouth again, nibbling and sucking on it. I clenched my teeth and bit the end of my tongue, breathing deeply. I wasn’t going to moan in front of Lynn, that’d be disastrous. That would start a fight, and I wasn’t looking for a fight with my property.
I struggled to get the words out, but I needed to stop this. Lynn was thirsty, and I wasn’t about ready to send her down to the water fountain by herself. I know for a fact that Bowers would somehow find out.
“Are you- Are you really sure you want me to stop,” Victor added, his breath going into my ear as he nibbled on it.
Lynn whined from behind me, her grip getting a little tighter as she tugged me back towards her a little more. My eyes were closed tightly, me gulping. I don’t want Victor to stop, I really want this to continue, but Lynn wanted something. I don’t want to deny her of that just to go off with my fuck buddy.
I nodded my head, a big breath being released from me, “Y-Yes. I do, Victor. Ju-just go jack off in the bathroom or something. Lynn needs something.”
Victor huffed into my neck, his voice coming out in a taunting tone, “Your stutters tell me otherwise, (Name).”
He laughed, giving my ass another squeezed before backing up and turning around, walking off to who-knows-where. He left me breathless, his teasing always being the best thing to happen to me, other than Lynn. Nothing could ever beat Lynn, not even my knives, not any of my other gems. Nothing. She’ll always come out on top.
I grabbed Lynn’s arms, prying them off me as I turned around to look at her. Our eyes connected and we stood there for a bit, just staring into one another’s eyes. We loved each other so much, yet we both knew we couldn’t be together, no matter how much we fought for it. Victor made me happy, too, though. Yeah, he was good in bed, but he was just someone who made me smile, a lot like Lynn. Lynn and Victor had many things in common, like getting jealous fast, or their fighting techniques, or them making fun of people with me. They were both evil, and I liked that, but if I denied my fuck buddy attention and gave it all to Lynn, then he’d be pissed, but if I denied Lynn all attention, she won’t have anyone by her side.
I smirked, a small laugh coming out of me as I dipped down, grabbing Lynn under her bum and swinging her over my shoulder. Her fists hit against my back, her legs kicking and her laughing, it was wonderful. If the rest of my gang were here, they’d be laughing at us and our idiocy. I turned and walked down the road, leading us to the café, Lynn’s favorite place. She was the main reason we went there, I loved seeing her jump up and down as she ordered her favorite dish, squealing as she notices it tastes as good, if not better, as it did last time. Juan and George always laughed at her, Inqua shaking her head as she’d look down with a small, not quite noticeable, smirk on her face. __________
The flame of my lighter lit up the space around me, the darkness cowering back from the light. My hair was a mess, hickeys being able to be spotted up and down my neck. I was half naked, my underwear and Victor’s shirt messily thrown on when I got the urge for a smoke. Vic was in my bathroom, cleaning himself up as I leaned against the wall outside my window. My parent(s) went into town tonight on a date, leaving the whole house to myself.
My moans were left wild with only Victor and I home, roaming throughout the house and bouncing off any walls my voice could reach. Victor had let himself go, too, his grunts and moans loader than usual. Usually, we did it at Vic’s house, but oddly, his parents were home for once, and luckily enough for us, my parent(s) were tired of staying home at night and left me alone, their only warning being to stay away from knives and animals. Of course, we did it everywhere. The couch, my parent’(s) bed, the kitchen table and counters, and finally ending it in my bedroom.
It had surprised me, Victor held out longer than he’s ever have, leaving more hickeys than normal, and putting them in more visible spots. It wasn’t the normal Victor, he fucked me harder than a pornstar could ever do for extra money. It wasn’t angry sex, I know that. I mean, I wasn’t complaining, I had |a lot| of fun, it’s just weird.
I heard my window sliding open behind me, “(Name), how fucking long are you gonna spend on smoking a cigarette?”
Victor’s voice was tired, begging for me to come in as soon as possible. I sighed, putting my cigarette out on my hand before placing it on the window seal, walking towards the corner of my house.
“Wait, where you goin?’ Victor questioned.
I looked back at Victor, shortly yawing before I opened my mouth again to talk.
“To the front door. Ya’know? That thing that was built into the house so you can walk through it to actually get inside? Yeah, that thing.”
I nodded my head, my eyes wide with a smile on my face, snorting at my sarcasm.
Vic shook his head, “Just climb through the window, idiot. It’s easier, and it gets you in bed faster.”
Victor laugh, his faint smile being lit up by the light in my room. He had a beautiful smile, I noted. I rolled my eyes, laughing a little as Vic went back and sat on my bed.
He had fixed the bed sheets. That was new.
I placed my hand on the window seal, lifting myself up and jumping through the window, purposely landing on my back as I did so. I laughed at my actions, no matter how many times I’ve done this, it still made me crack up a little. It wasn’t even that funny either.
“You okay?” Victor asked, worry intertwining with his voice.
He always laughed at me when I did that, he never worried that I got hurt.
“Yeah”, I said, laughing as I got up and flopped myself across the bed.
“Get in the bed right, (Name),” A laugh came from Victor as he layed back, placing his head on my full body pillow.
“You would know about getting’ me in bed, wouldn’t ya Vic?”
Victor bursted out laughing, closing his eyes as he shook his head. His laugh was a deep, natural taunting one. It was weird that someone could have a taunting laugh without helping it, but I loved how it sounded. Especially if it was coming from Vic. The laugh fit him perfectly, I can’t imagine it on anyone else.
“Hurry up and get your ass in bed,” Victor was still laughing, patting the bed beside him.
I layed down next to him, pulling the covers over me and cuddling with a pillow, which was overly soft. I closed my eyes, a smile still on my face. Even after sex we still joked around, just like Lynn and I after we get into a fight or something of the likes. Even if we were bad people, Lynn and Vic always looked into the good in me.
Even if I went around throwing dirt on people and their names, even when I did shit to get as much attention as possible, even when I started fights randomly, they never looked into the bad of me. They saw the good side of me. The side of me that laughed at a joke, makes stupid puns, jumps off roofs, takes up any dare jabbed at her. That side of me.
“Your parents coming home tonight?” Victor turned, pulling me into him and spooning me, his arm loosely hanging around my waist.
“Nah, they’re probably gonna rent a hotel room and fuck in it or something. They’ll usually come back by the afternoon,” I yawned, holding my pillow closer to myself.
Victor never cuddled, we usually just fuck, joke around for a little, then go to sleep. This wasn’t right, something had was up with him. I wasn’t complaining, I didn’t mind this, but it there’s just something offset about everything. Yeah, he was fighting for my attention earlier, but that was normal between him and Lynn, but he’s never acted… couple-ly before.
He’s been acting weird all day. I don’t think he went near Henry at all today, and he went to every class, or at least the ones we had together. He ditched when I ditched, he waited for me by my locker when I went to grab my stuff, it was just weird. And he was sending Lynn glares all day, which I replied by punching him in the gut or side each time he threw one. He should know best out of anyone not to mess with my property, nor even look at her.
Victor moved his head in between my shoulder blades, resting it there as he tightened his grip on my waste. I closed my eyes tighter, trying my best not laugh at his breath going down my spine. It tickled, but he was sleeping and I didn’t want to disrupt that. Sleep is something wonderful, and who am I to ruin that?
A sigh came from Victor as he pressed his head harder into my back. Maybe he wasn’t asleep, I thought. He usually fell asleep the moment his head hit a pillow, small snores always coming from him.
“Do you think of me as much as you are on my fucking mind?” Victor whispered harshly, pressing his head a further into my back.
He thought I was asleep. Something was going through his mind, that’s why he didn’t sleep the minute his body touched my bed. It had something to do with me, I knew that. I would be an idiot if I didn’t know that, I mean, he was talking to me even when he thought I was asleep.
I remembered the first time Victor and I met, it wasn’t when The Bowers Gang and The (Last Name) Gang got into our big brawl in front of the school. He was talking shit about me behind my back, and Juan being a person who’s addicted to drama, got ahold of that information and told me. Lynn was furious about it, she was about to go in there and beat Vic herself. I wouldn’t let her though, I told her I didn’t want her getting hurt, and her being the good piece of property she is, listened. I remember slamming Vic up against the lockers, my knife’s tip going into his thigh as Henry stood by and watch his closest friend being threatened. I was in Vic’s face, threatening him with a dark voice, my knife poking into his thigh a little harder each time he came back at me with sass. I remember laughing as I walked off, putting my knife in my back pocket and heading towards Lynn, who stood down the hall from me. I remember all of my gang going to the café, me giving Lynn a piggy back ride the whole way there.
I inhaled, breathing out a shaky breath as I opened my mouth, pausing for second before continuing.
“Yes.” I whispered.
Victor tensed up, he wasn’t expecting me to answer. His muscles tightening, his arm constricting around me a little bit more, his breath had hitched, his stomach not moving as he realized I had heard his words. It was embarrassing, almost as embarrassing as getting caught stealing liquor from a store, but it was his fault for not making sure I was asleep. Yet, because he didn’t, he got an answer from me. I wonder what’s going through his mind, I wonder if he thought about our first fight like I did. I wonder if he regretted opening his mouth, or if he didn’t.
He probably looked like a deer caught in headlights, surprised that he was caught talking to me. I wonder if this was why he was acting weird today. If it was the reason why he held out during sex, got worried when I purposely fell on back, didn’t talk to Henry today, sent so many glares at Lynn. It had to be, though. What other reason would it be? Unless men get their period and start hating each other and their friends, then I don’t know what else.
Victor’s arm left me, the warmth of where his hands used to be being attacked by the coldness in my room. Victor sat up, reaching towards the ceiling fans string to turn on the light. The light flooded my room, making my eyes sting. Victor was hunched over, his head in hands as he shook his head.
Vic was just in his boxers, nothing else hiding his skin from my eyes. He was something that brightened up my day, just like Lynn does. When I see him, an instant smile takes over my face, happiness flooding over me and my emotions. I had never experienced anything like this except for with Lynn, I just kind of hated everyone else. I mean, I had the rest of my gang, who were loyal and trustworthy, but how do I know they won’t turn their back on me one day? It’s going to happen, I just don’t know when. Lynn was the only good thing in my life, she was the only thing that could brighten up a shitty day, but then Bowers and my gang got into a fight, and then that led to Vic and I sleeping together.
“Fuck,” I said, sitting up and resting my head in my hands like Victor was.
If Victor never came along, I’d never have to feel these emotions. I wouldn’t have to be confused, and Lynn wouldn’t have to fight for my attention. She didn’t have to get jealous over Vic, and Vic and I could just be rivals. If I hadn’t said what I said in that stupid interview, the fight would’ve never happened. I wouldn’t have Henry attacking Lynn, Lynn getting mad, Victor getting mad, me getting confused. This is all my fault. My goddamn mouth and my craving for attention got me into this.
“You don’t like me like I love you, do you?” Victor said, his voice somewhat strained.
“I mean,” He started out, “I’m not her. I’m not Lynn. You love her, I’m just a fuck buddy to you. She’s the perfect person, she’s the perfect dream. She’s everything you crave for, (Name). I’m not that. She has brown hair, I have blond. She’s tan, I’m just a fucking albino boy who blends in with the snow.”
Victor sighed, his hands tangling in his hair, pulling at it for some sort of comfort. I hated seeing him like this, and it was even worse that it was my fault. Me and my goddamn mouth.
“No, that’s not true. I just … I don’t know Vic.” I said, trying to dig my head deeper into my hands.
“How is not true!? She’s Lynn. The fucking girl that you were practically making out with before that goddamn fight!” Victor yelled, his hands slamming down on my mattress.
I looked at him, seeing the toll that the frustration was taking on him. I had cause him to be in pain. I had cause Lynn to be in pain. Hell, I even cause myself to be in pain.
“That’s not true!” I yelled, getting off of the bed.
I wasn’t making out with her. I couldn’t have her. Something was holding her and I back from a relationship, from her being totally mine. We’ve struggled, we’ve tried, but we never got into the relationship. There was some magical, mystical force keeping us from each other. She was reserved for someone other than me, and me, well I didn’t even fucking know about me. I’ll probably die the minute I step out of school.
“I wasn’t making out with her. I won’t, I wouldn’t, I can’t,“ I choked out the words, tears pilling in my eyes.
I was so fucking confused. I didn’t know what to do. | I want Lynn, I want Lynn|, That’s all I could think about. Lynn would calm me down. She would make forget about all my problems. She’d chat about some show, or read the drama section in the school newspaper, or make fun of kids as they passed by us. She’d get my mind off of this, she’d let me forget till she had to leave.
“Why?! Why can’t you?!” Victor yelled back at me, staying in place on the bed, his hands gripping the sheets.
How could I explain to Victor that Lynn and I couldn’t be together because of just some feeling we both felt? He would just laugh, leave me alone. Lynn and I just weren’t for each other. How could I put that into words? How could I explain that to someone?
“Because I can’t Victor! I don’t know why, I just fucking can’t!” I blurted the words out, not caring if he understood them or not.
“Then you came along, and then we slept, and know I don’t know what the fuck anymore, Vic. I love her and I fucking love you. I can’t lose my property, but I can’t lose my gem,” I leaned against the wall, my words coming out in a jumble.
Victor lifted his head out of his hands and looked at me. I couldn’t tell what he was feeling, I just knew his eyes were mixed with emotions. Mine probably were, too. If Lynn were here, hers would be the same. She’d probably even start crying. She’d beg me not to go to Victor, she’d beg me to stay with her. And you know what? I probably would. And I’d hate myself for it, but it’d keep my Lynn happy. But, now, I didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t here, she wasn’t doing any of those things. There’s a possibility she wouldn’t have done them if she was here.
“I’m still not her. You love her. You spoil her. She has you at her beck and call, and you have her at the same. You two are perfect for each other. Then I’m just here, falling in love with someone who my boss, my best friend, wouldn’t approve of.”
Vic looked back down at his hands, shaking his head. I want to know what he’s thinking, but he must be like me right now, not able to put his emotions into words. He didn’t understand his emotions, he was confused just like me. He couldn’t separate right from wrong, wrong from right. His thoughts were in a frenzy like mine, whizzing around in our brains like they were seeing who could affect their human more.
“I don’t even know what to make of it, Vic. Lynn would hate me if I chose you over her. She’d be broken. And if chose her over you, then you’ll hate me. You’ll be broken. But I love you, but I also love her.”
I bit the end of my tongue, trying to keep my tears from falling. I’ve never let anyone see my tears, and I wasn’t about to let Vic be the first one, either. All possible living emotions were rushing through me. Anger, I started all these emotions. Sadness, I didn’t want to hurt neither of them. Happiness, I loved Vic and he loved me back. Fear, I was going to have to choose one, and if I didn’t, then I’d have to reject both of them. Joy, either way, this was going to have a good, yet terrible ending. Disgust in myself, I hated my emotions. Surprised, this was an unpredictable predicament.
“Choose for yourself, for once, (Name),” Victor whispered, his voice staying at the same level of sound the whole time.
“Lynn’s a big girl,” Victor sniffed. “And, like you said, you two can’t be together.”
He was right, we couldn’t be with each other. So, why was I holding myself back? I didn’t want to hurt her, but even she felt the same thing as me. But, choosing for myself? I’ve always just done whatever Lynn desired. The first time I’ve ever really chose for myself was when I decided to go and have sex with Vic, but Lynn was okay with that. Or at least, till I started giving him attention in school, too, she was. She didn’t like me sending her off with Juan, or George, or Inqua.
She wanted me to protect her, not the others. She knew that if I was protecting her, I’d give her attention. She didn’t want me running off with Vic to go and play with my other gem. I always have to make it up to her when I was done, she was always mad, complaining about me no longer giving her attention. It wasn’t true, though. I gave both of them attention, but maybe I’m not giving her enough attention. I might be giving Vic more than her.
“Choose for myself?” I whispered, the thought repeating in my head.
“Yes, choose for yourself. Not what Lynn wants, what you want, (Name),” Victor looked at me, and for a second, I thought I saw hope in his eyes.
“I want you and Lynn to be happy, that’s what I want, Vic.”
Victor shook his head, leaning over the edge of the bed and putting his hand on my shoulder, “No, (Name), that’s not what I mean. Do you want me, (Name)? Or Lynn?”
I looked to the side, biting my tongue again before looking back up into Victor’s eyes,” I-I don’t know what I want. I- I just fucking know what Lynn would want.”
A sigh came from Victor, his hand squeezing my shoulder. “Fine, what would Lynn want, (Name)? What would she want?”
I closed my eyes tightly. Throughout my whole life, I had always relied on Lynn to make me forget my problems. I busied myself with hers so much, I had turned my train of thought into hers. I lost my train of thought, and I know just noticed this. I’ve always done what she wants, what she desired, I never thought of what I liked. I knew everything about her, I knew nothing about me. I had become so obsessed with her, that I turned into her secondary person.
“Lynn- Lynn would want me to stay with her. She wouldn’t be able to handle someone taking my full attention from her, she hates that I’m just giving you attention now. She’d- She- She needs me. I can’t deprive her of her needs,” My jaw trembled, my breaths became heavy and I looked away from Victor.
My gaze was focused on the floor. This was hard, someone was finally pulling me from Lynn. I didn’t like it, but I like the person doing it. I loved them. I promised I’d never leave Lynn, I promised that I’d keep her my property, and property really isn’t yours when you neglect it, isn’t it? If I let someone tear me from my property, then someone would come pick it up and take it away from me. I won’t let someone take Lynn away from me, I can’t let someone take her away from me. She’s my drug. She’s mine. Mine. All mine, and now I got another piece of property.
“(Name),” Victor squeezed my shoulder again. “You don’t have to completely leave her for me. She can still be yours, you can still have ownership over her. You’ll still be giving her attention, she’ll just need to learn how to share. I won’t be taking all of your attention.”
I looked at him, my eyes wide, “Buh-But some- someone will pick her up and she’ll forget about me.”
I didn’t want her to forget about me. Someone would take her away. She would leave me for someone else. I won’t be giving her enough attention, and she’ll find someone who can give her more attention than I could have ever provided. I couldn’t let that happen. They wouldn’t know how to treat her, how to deal with her. She would fall into the wrong hands.
“No, (Name), that won’t happen.” Victor clinched his eyes, almost like I was something he couldn’t handle.
“How do you know?” I asked.
“I just do.”
“How can I trust you?”
“Now you’re questioning trust. You ran off with someone from a rival gang and had sex with them, you didn’t question me then? How come now?”
He had a point, I did just run off and bang him.
“Well, then, it didn’t include my property.”
I was right, it didn’t.
“Yes, it did. You weren’t thinking about it at the time,” he was better at stating points in arguments.
I always one in Lynn’s and I’s petty arguments.
“Well- I, uh-,” a knock sounded at the door.
I smirked, I was saved by the knock. I turned around, placing my hand on the handle of the door.
“I’ll get it,” I said, opening the door to my bedroom.
Victor got up and grabbed me, turning me around to face him. Worry, and somewhat of anger, was seen on his face.
“No, you’re not. I’ll get it.” Victor pushed my behind him, walking forward.
“Wha- What? Why?” My voice went high, my face scrunched in confusion. -
“Because, it’s the middle of the night,” He said, stopping and turning around, facing me.
I cocked my head to the side, this was my house and he was telling me what to do. That’s not how it works, you don’t boss other people around in their house.
“So- Don’t you usually get people knocking at your door in, like, three in the morning?”
Juan usually came to my house at night, beat up and tears running down his face. Most of the time, his daddy had gone too far, and Juan barely escaped when his father did. He always came to my house, knowing my doors right open to him. My parent(s) don’t care if Juan came over, they shrugged and gave him a plate with dinner on it. It wouldn’t be Juan though, he was in the hospital. He didn’t get to my house in time last time. Victor looked at me like I had gone insane.
“No. No, I don’t get people knocking at my door at three in the morning. And, if I did, I wouldn’t answer it.”
Victor turned around again, walking down the hall to the living room.
“You’re in your boxers, Vic.”
“You’re in a shirt and panties, (Name).”
I sighed, frustrated, I can’t even answer my own door at my own house.
“Just let me answer the door, Vic,” I said, walking faster to try and get ahead of him.
“Plus,” I added, “it might be my parent(s).”
Victor stopped, and I smirked. I had him, I jabbed him with a good point. Victor feared nothing worse than being caught by them, especially with them being an ex-marine. Nobody wants to meet someone’s parents who were, or are, marines, they’d rather just die. My parent(s) wouldn’t like to find out that this boy was sleeping around with their daughter behind their backs, and I know for sure that I wouldn’t like the consequences of it.
Victor looked back at me, his eyes semi-wide, “Won’t they question you being in a shirt, that’s not yours, and panties? Along with all the hickeys I left on you?”
I had forgotten all about my hickeys. My parent(s) were going to murder me, I won’t be able to cover up all of them with just make up. They’d question me wearing a scarf all week, especially with it hitting summer. I wasn’t going to make it out alive, all contact would be cut off from me. I wouldn’t be able to talk to my friends unless I was at school, I’d have to stay home on the weekends and clean the house, I’d have to go to bed early, and knowing them, they’d find a way for me to not escape out of my window, and they wouldn’t stop until I told them who I was sleeping with.
Or Lynn, my parent(s) wouldn’t question it. They loved her, they wouldn’t mind if she left a couple, well, more like a thousand, hickeys on me. They wouldn’t even question her.
“I’ll tell them it was Lynn. They’ll believe me.”
Victor opened his mouth to reply, but I just passed him and went to the front door. No anxiety was within me, I didn’t fear what’d be on the other side of the door. It wouldn’t be Juan, the person who was always there, so it was either my parent(s) or some random person. I hope it’ll be a random person, I don’t want to have Victor hide, and I’m pretty sure he didn’t want to either. Another knock came at the door as I turned the knob, opening it slowly. I could see Lynn’s hair poking out before I even opened the door fully.
“(Name)-,” Lynn started, looking at me up and down. “What? That isn’t your shirt, (Name). Is that Victor’s? He was wearing that today.”
Anger rose in Lynn’s voice, her stepping in and pulling me to her. She was intoxicating. She took over me when she was around. The smell of her, the way she laughed, the way she smiled, the way her hair curled just a little bit at the end, it all took over me. I placed my hands on her hips, closing my eyes and placing my forehead on her shoulder.
“Yeah- Yeah, it’s Vic’s, Lynn Baby,” I sighed and she huffed.
“Vic? You’re giving him nick names, too?” She set her head on my shoulder, too.
Her breath was steady, long inhales and long exhales. She was mad, or disappointed, I couldn’t tell. She loves me, and I love her, yet I also love Victor, and he also loves me. This was a three-way thing. A triangle. My choices were in the middle of it, and they were going to add another corner when I decided them, they were going to make change. I don’t want that, but it’ll has to happen.
“I’m so afraid he’s going to take you away from me,” Lynn inhaled, it wasn’t as steady as her last one.
“I- I know, Lynn Baby. I know.” I clenched my jaw, trembling.
I want Victor, but I want Lynn. Why the fuck are choices so hard? I heard a strangled noise come from down the corridor, where Victor was. I know what he’s thinking. He thinks I’m going to choose Lynn. She had to come and change my mind, that’s what he was thinking. Lynn didn’t hear the noise, she just continued snuggling into my neck.
“Is- Is he here?” I clinched my eyes tight, nodding my head with a tight jaw.
Lynn placed her hands on my shoulders, pushing me away, my hands falling off her hips. I couldn’t tell what emotion was feeling, but she was feeling something. Lynn looked down the hall, seeing Victor standing there in his boxers. They were grey, tight boxers. One’s that outlined his gem perfectly, and it was almost like you could see it, but the cloth was in the way. He stood taller than me, taller than Lynn, his muscles showing, shinning off to anyone who had the will to look at them.
“Are you serious, (Name)?!” Lynn yelled stomping her foot, looking away from Vic and to me.
“He’s going to take you away! He’s taking all your attention from me!” - Lynn was upset. She was mad. I don’t know if she’s made at me or Victor, or maybe even both of us. She, Lynn, never yelled at me. She never stood up to me. She never rebelled. My property was becoming her own person, she was mine.
“No! No, he’s not, Lynn! Stop yelling at me. You’re mine! You don’t raise your voice at me in anger,” My voice was stern, I had to get the point across to her. - “I can’t be yours if you’re replacing me! Especially, with someone from The Bowers Gang!” Lynn was up in my face, yelling at me.
“I ain’t replacing you, Lynn!”
I wasn’t replacing her, I was just having another person come in the picture. She couldn’t see this, she doesn’t want change, but she was going to have to learn. Even if it meant getting in our first argument. We never fought before, she always listened to me and I always got her what she wanted. It had fit perfectly with each other, but now that I was getting something| I |wanted, she wasn’t listening.
“Yes, you are!” Lynn’s voice cracked, she was going to cry.
“No, I’m not, Lynn. Just because someone else walks into our life, doesn’t mean you start defying me. You are still mine. You are still my property. Nothing is going to change that, unless you do it yourself. Now stop your attitude.” I quieted my voice, if I kept yelling she was going to burst out in tears, and that wasn’t something I wanted.
I kept my voice stern, I can’t give into her. Victor was right, I need to do what I want, I can’t live her life for her. She was my property, yet she was controlling me without neither of us knowing. Lynn threw her hands up, stomping down the hall to where Victor was.
“You.” She said, pointing her finger at Victor, “You did this! This is your fault! You’re taking her away from me!”
Victor clenched his fists, his jaw tightening just like mine did. He made me realize what was going on for years, now he was trying to help me fix it. - “Lynn, come here. Now.”
“I’m hers! I’m only hers! You can’t be hers and me be hers, too! No!” Lynn laughed a little, her voice cracking even more than last time.
She was scared to lose me, just as much as I’m scared to lose her. She was so scared she wasn’t listening to me, she wasn’t listening to my words. She wasn’t listening to me, her owner. Her boss. The person she’s supposed to listen to. My property was taking its own property back, and I didn’t like it.
“Lynn, listen to me. He’s not going to take me away from you. I still love you, I still give you attention. I’m not gonna stop, I’m not ever gonna stop doing that. I’m just giving him attention, too. That’s all. Calm down,” breathing became harder for me as I clenched my fists, my eye’s clenching tight.
I was allowed to love more than one person. I was allowed that, I know that. I have my mutts, I have punching bags, I have my property, I have my knives, I have my favorite knife, and I have my gem. She never complained about anything else till I got Victor, and I just want more people in my life. More people to trust, and Victor was that new person. There aren’t many people I give my trust to. Hell, I didn’t even give trust to my own parent(s). I only trusted Lynn, and little trust in my mutts, but Victor, he was like Lynn, I just knew I could trust him.
“I love you, (Name),” Victor said.
It was the first word he’s shared since Lynn came in. They hurt, but I love the pain, because I love the words. I love them coming from him, and that’s what I wanted. Victor started walking down the hallway towards me, lightly shoving Lynn out of the way. Lynn was frozen, she’s the only one who’s ever said those words to me.
“No… I love you more, (Name),” Lynn whispered, whipping around to look at me.
Victor hugged me from behind, me leaning my head back on his shoulder. I exhaled, the stress making me tired. Lynn was hurting, and I didn’t know how to help her, unless I went back to choosing what she wants. A part of my wanted that, but a part of me knew it was bad. It was like there was a raging war within my body, and if I opened a door to witness it, Lynn and Victor would get hurt. One of them being chosen, sacrificed, to see who would get the most pain.
“No! (Name)! You love me, too! You love me more than him! Don’t leave me, don’t leave me for him. He’ll hurt you in the end, I won’t. You know that.”
Victor squeezed my sides, me breathing harder as I tried to steady myself. I couldn’t have her, no matter how hard I try. It’d be useless to go after her, when I have someone else I love that I can have. I can’t chase what I’ll never catch forever. It’ll break me eventually.
“Lynn Baby, remember that night at the Quarry? When we practically confessed to each other?” I opened my eye to see her answer, Lynn nodded her head tears streaming down her face.
“You said you felt it, too? The feeling that we couldn’t be with each other? You weren’t lying, were you?”
Lynn shook her head, verifying that she wasn’t lying.
“Yeah- Yeah, I remember. I remember it like it was yesterday.”
I inhaled, it hurt knowing I can’t have her, but having to admit aloud, into her face, hurt on a whole different level. It was going to break her. She didn’t want to admit it either, she wanted to live in a fantasy like me. Another world where her and I could be together.
“Lynn Baby, I love you so much, but I also love Vic. I want to be with him- as bad as I wanted to be with you. But a relationship between us is in impossible,” I stopped for a breath, I didn’t want to break her.
“You know that. You’re still mine, you’ll still have almost all my attention, but I want Vic in my life, too. I’m gonna give him attention, I’m gonna love him, just like I do you. I’m leaving you, I’m not choosing someone over the other, I’m just doing what I want and what needs to be done. Okay?”
I looked at Lynn, lifting my head up a little bit off of Victor’s shoulder. Her jaw was trembling, her bottom lip quaking, she gulped and nodded her head, tears still creating rivers down her face. I inhaled a shaky breath, holding the tears back. Lynn’s legs were shaking, her eyes know clenched tightly. Victor’s breath was on my forehead, my head falling back down to his shoulder behind me. No one said a word, the only sounds in the room were our breaths and Lynn’s sobs.
I wasn’t going to Lynn, I just stood in place with Victor, his hands on my hips, a slight protective grip on them. It was probably hurting Lynn that I wasn’t going to her, I was always by her side the second a tear fell from her eye. I’d always fuck up the person who made her cry, but this time, that person was me. And trust me, I was tearing myself apart on the inside.
“I love you, Lynn,” I whispered.
A loud and shaky breath came out of Lynn, she nodded her head and, before I could even blink, she took off out the door. I didn’t run after her, I didn’t tell her to stop, I didn’t stop her from potentially getting hurt. I didn’t do anything but stay in Victor’s embrace, and, right now, that’s all I wanted.
“I-I- I think- I- I broke her, Vic,” I said.
Victor nodded his head, a sigh coming out of him. We were both tired, and all we needed was sleep. I yawned, my eye’s drifting closed as I fully relaxed on Victor’s shoulder. Victor put his arm under my legs and picked me up, taking the both of us to the bedroom. It was a slow walk down the short hallway, but I was too tired to really give a shit about his speed. I was just yearning for sleep, and I know Vic was too. Vic layed the both of us in bed, pulling the covers over us, his arm once again hanging loosely around my waist.
“She’ll be alright, don’t worry, (Name),” Victor whispered into my ear, my eyes finally closing as I fell asleep.
Reblog if you are a Homestuck or were ever at one point a Homestuck. I want you guys to hold each others hands. And never let go...
Wow, so this is it. Homestuck has finally ended. It has been a good seven years. It really has! This fandom might have pissed me off at times, we’ve had our ups and downs but, I really do love you guys. We are like a large, dysfunctional but loving family.
Even though the thing that brought us together has come to a close, I still want to laugh and create with you all. There probably won’t be anymore regular updates, no more regular update art, things like that, but I don’t want this fandom to die. Even if you aren’t really into Homestuck anymore, please try to remember it fondly. Once a fan, always a fan I like to say! I don’t want the cosplay, art, music, and the creativity with this fandom to stop. The roleplays, ships, even the arguing!
You guys are the best fandom I have ever been a part of. Because of Homestuck, I’ve met so many amazing people, made so many creative arts, and made so many amazing relationships. I’ve made amazing memories! This fandom made me feel like I belonged here, even if I did get into silly arguments from time to time or shed a couple tears. To be honest, looking back I think that enhanced my great experience with you all! This fandom is amazing, you’re all amazing. You don’t have to reblog this, but I’d really appreciated if you did.
I’d appreciate if you reblogged for yourself and your fellow homestucks, young and old. I want this post to be important, to mean something. Homestuck has done so many wonderful things for people. It’s even saved lives! Andrew Hussie is an amazing writer and though some of us didn’t want Homestuck to end, all things must come to a close. Please, reblog. Help pull our family in with a great big hug. Lets see how many notes this can get. Let’s see how proud, how loud, loving, and how LOYAL OUR FAMILY IS! I want this to be the post, THE POST, that pulls us all together, to support each other, to show Hussie how much he’s done for us, and to show our appreciation. To honor the fandom that has been following the comic for YEARS. Whether you joined April 13, 2009 or yesterday. You deserve a round of applause! We deserve a STANDING OVATION! HUSSIE DESERVES TO KNOW HOW MUCH WE LOVE AND APPRECIATE HIM. HOW MUCH WE APPRECIATE EACH OTHER! This is it, THIS IS IT. Let’s go out with a SHOUT!Make it count, guys. I’m proud of you. I love you!<3
Okay, so in this imagine your soulmate and you get matching “tatoos” once you meet eachother. The reader isn’t exacly excited about having the god of mischef to be her soulmate even though Loki has been better since he started living in Stark Tower with the Avengers.
Author’s note: So, this is my first Loki imagine, idk how many parts it’s going to have, or if it will even have another part. It all depends on how well it does I guess, so here it is!
“WHY YOU?!? WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE FRIGGIN YOU?!?” You waved your arms around to make the point clear, in case the vocalized capital letters were not enough.
Loki threw his arms up in defence
“I don’t know, love! How was I supposed to know this would happen!?”
“First of all, don’t call me ‘love’ I just got to know you. Second, WHY YOU?”
“I already said I don’t know… love.” The god smirked.
“I don’t even like you!” You gestured to him.
“That’s rude. You barely know me.” He pouted.
“I know that you tried to take over New York, and you know what they say, 'actions speak louder than words’ or some shist like that.”
“I didn’t know about your little saying, by the way you’re quite, what is the midgardian word?” He pondered “ Ah yes! You are quite 'cute’ when you’re frusturated, especially when you try to avoid curses like that.” He smiled.
You crossed your arms and blew some stray hair out of your face, the hair came back but you refused to lift your arms from their stance.
“Alright, come on now love, we’ve been marked already. There’s nothing we can do now but accept it.” He said as he placed the stray hair behind your ear and cupped your face in his hand. You got a good view of the forsaken mark that bound you to him on his wrist, it was emerald green.
“That doesn’t make it easier.”
“Well, you just proved yourself wrong, love because you never let me touch your face and you still haven’t swatted away my hand.” He smirked as he backed his hand from your face and started walking away.“You know where to find me!” He called out as he made his way to his room leaving you alone in the common room.
“Why is it allways me that gets chosen for this kind of crap?” You thought to yourself as you made your way after him.
Hi! I love your writing, so I felt free to ask you for a little headcanon bc I keep thinking about it lol. So, according to you, has Jason ever read 50 shades of Gray (out of curiosity or whatever other reasons)? If yes, what's his opinion about it? Does he hate it with a passion, or maybe finds it lowkey entertaining just for porn purposes, or he& Dick would make a parody of it or sth? Did he make it through entire trilogy or he considers it a utter garbage not even worth reading to begin with?
Thank you! :D To answer your question…
Yes he has, and, like most things in Jason’s life he doesn’t want to admit to, it’s all Roy Harper’s fault. Roy got him the books as a joke gift, and Jason (after first throwing them at Roy’s head) decided he might as well try reading them to see what all the fuss is about.
Now he has notes. He has so many notes about this bullshit. He hates himself. He hates Roy. He hates these books. How did they get so popular? Why is Christian Gray considered a desirable male lead by so many people? And most of all, why can’t he stop laughing every time Roy says ‘inner Goddess’ to him now? (Kori is very confused by all this, especially when they assure her she’s an outer Goddess and then crack up laughing all over again)
Dick meanwhile, gets all the ‘Fifty Shades of Grayson’ jokes until he refuses to speak to any of the Outlaws for a week afterwards and Jason is forced to apologise if he wants to save their relationship.
(Later Dick tried to get his revenge by asking Jason how his inner Goddess was doing during sex, but it ended up backfiring on him when Jason started laughing so hard he actually kicked Dick out of bed and then couldn’t continue. Dick solemnly swore never to try anything like it again)