I know a child who I can only describe as sociopathic and I’m not saying that in a hyperbolic way. I mean they show signs of being a sociopath. They’re extremely manipulative, they take pleasure in hurting others, they’re extremely aggressive and inappropriate especially with younger and more vulnerable children, and they seem to have a hobby of harming animals. They once tried to strangle a dog with it’s leash by dangling from stairs and was having a blast doing so. Like this is obviously not a good kid. They even have the ability to make me uncomfortable, and I’m a grown ass person. But this kid is a fucking outlier. You won’t find kids like this one everyday, this child doesn’t represent all children. So there’s no reason to parade around saying you hate children and justify their abuse because not all children behave this way. And you know how I handle the situation? By avoiding him and making sure other children are safe when in his presence. I don’t actively wish for bad things to happen to him or whatever the fuck you freaks wish upon kids who behave slightly bad. I wish for him and his family to get the help and support they need. Y'all really don’t know how to deal with kids and it’s a good thing y'all don’t want any because I don’t think a child would be safe in your hands
My brain was stuck on a random thought when I woke up. It was like "Lapis has been through a lot of bad stuff on earth... I wonder what her reason for coming back is." Then I thought the cheesiest thing ever but "it's love, because home is where the heart is".
See, you say it sounds cheesy, but… I’d put money on this actually happening!
I’ll legitimately eat my hat if Peridot isn’t one of the main reasons why Lapis decides to return :)
Can you please make an scenario where sinbad's jealous fem!s/o slaps him for flirting with another woman?
Well, I don’t mean to make you feel bad but I really don’t ever think there should be a reason to slap your lover (although, if they cheated then it is justified). This is just my opinion though.
Today was supposed to be a good day. After all, you had woken up feeling refreshed for once and ready to start the day, which rarely happened. You had helped the company the entire day along with your lover, who had barely kept his hands off you, but you didn’t mind, it was nice.
Although, as you wandered off to help Ja’far with a few things you came back to see that he had wandered off as well. You tapped your finger against your chin and tried asking around the company to see if anyone had seen him, someone said they saw him leave to go for a walk.
You thanked them and quickly made your way outside only to see him chatting with some random girl. You rose a brow and tried dismissing the idea that he was flirting, you had to give him some credit but once you saw that girl blush and playfully shove him a fire went off in your eyes and you stormed up to the two.
“Sinbad!” You spat, grabbing him by the shoulder to face you. His face soon went pale when he saw you, he knew he was going to be six feet under soon, especially with that glare you were giving him.
The girl seemed more confused, “who is this?” She asked.
Before Sinbad could say anything you spoke up, “his lover!” You said, a bit dejectedly. The girl gasped in realization and gave Sinbad her own glare, then she stormed off.
Sinbad soon felt his life slipping away as no one could help him now. He dared to look at your face only to see tears in your eyes, the feared look on his face was soon replaced with concern, “Y/N, I-”
He was cut off with your hand meeting his cheek, “save it.” And wait that said you stormed off back to the company, Sinbad would have guessed it would be to cry. He groaned and buried his face in his hands, he felt like an asshole.
He quickly made his way back to the company only to be met with Ja’far’s own glare. Sinbad sighed, “I know, I know. I’m an asshole,” he said.
Ja’far was about to say something but only pointed to Sinbad’s room, “hurry up and go fix this,” he said sternly.
Sinbad wasted no time and quickly went to his room. Standing in front of the door he took a deep breath and slowly opened it. He was immediately met with you facing away from him saying, “Go Away!”
Recognizing his voice you wiped at your eyes, “GO AWAY!” You yelled harshly causing him to flinch.
He didn’t and slowly made his way towards you and rested a hand on your shoulder. You sharply turned to him, “LEAVE!” You snapped with tears streaming down your cheeks.
Sinbad quickly wrapped his arms around you, “I’m so sorry Y/N. You’re the only woman I need in my life, please forgive me,” he said.
You struggled in his arms only for him to hold you tighter, “please, Y/N. I’m sorry.”
You sighed and wrapped your arms around you, “I guess I’m sorry too… I shouldn’t have slapped you like that,” you said softly.
He shook his head, “I feel as if I deserve it for betraying you like that,” he said, stroking the top of your head.
An imagine where youre a special fx makeup artist and your doing pieces for the local haunted house for halloween and your friends maybe with benefits kinda tig comes home and sees the work and freaks out because its so realistic and he thinks something bad happened to you but he finds you covered in fake blood in the bathroom making a batch in the tub. He also finds out the reason your so good at fx is because u used to be a coroners assistant for a summer and saw some pretty f up things.
Spooky Tales Day 13
FT. Alexander “Tig” Trager
“Johnny. When I said make sure the real cast of people’s face hard, I didn’t mean so fucking hard that I can’t paint or even draw. Shit.” She said through the phone before hanging up. Once finished with the last face she had sat it on the last body with the several others she made, sighing in content as she looked down to see her hands, covered in fleshy and blood tones causing her to laugh at the irony. She checked her phone noting that she had 20 minutes before Tig would be here, she would scrub the color off her hands and then get inside her tub using her heart organ bath bomb.
Tig has been waiting all day to see what she had been doing all cooped up in her apartment, he was excited for reasons he couldn’t quite understand. Yet he felt his heart pound against his chest as he turned the key into the keyhole opening the door to see a few figures in the room causing him to speed into high alert mode, everyone loved fucking around on Halloween time.
As he started taking careful steps towards the several figures he realized they weren’t people, they were (Y/N) creations, what she had been working on for weeks a wave of relief ran through his body as he examined the scars, bone breakage, skull, and color of each creations noting their differences and precise placement of everything. He looked in the kitchen but didn’t find her , he started making his way towards her bedroom because he couldn’t wait to compliment her work but just as he started walking down the corridor he heard the water running the bathroom causing him to slowly turn the knob.
When he walked in he saw her kneeling over the tub her arms covered in blood “What..” he drifted off as she got up from the floor laughing “Oh Alex, it’s just fake blood, I need to keep some cool before Friday. Can’t put them on the bodies yet.” She said calmly kissing his lips as she went back to finishing the batch before closing it and washing her hands. She grabbed the tupperware and placed it in an cooler, she turned to face Tig to see standing there confused “How do you know all this? How come you’re so good at those gross details?” He asked.
“Remember how I told you my dad’s job was creepy?” She asked as Tig nodded “Well one summer I decided to become my dad’s assistant and man did I see some scarful shit, I mean like horror movie makeup doesn’t do these actual injuries and justice.” She said sitting down on the couch as she smirked “Daddy was a coroner, momma was a doctor and I was their assistant who became an FX artist because of it.” She said shrugging laughing softly causing Tig to sit next to her and wrap his arms around her.
“Tell me more about you (Y/N).” He said rubbing her arm softly “Only if we watch scary movies.” She said scrolling through her Netflix but Tigs eyes never left her as admired her beauty. “Exorcist. Classic.” She said playing the movie as he kissed her forehead softly. “Ask away.” She said looking up at him with sweet eyes as their night had truly begun.
I go on my Timehop today and 2 years ago to the date, I posted a lip synching homemade music video that I made to enter an Xfinity contest to meet @taylorswift It was to Bad Blood and Blank Space. I had a lot of fun making it but I didn’t win. I believe that things happen for a reason and timing is everything. If something doesn’t go right for you, just remember that something even better may be lying down the road ahead of you. Don’t give up on dreams if it doesn’t work on the first try. Keep dreaming and hoping.
Jacksepticeye: *Plays Hiveswap and praises its art style, music and humor, visibly enjoys the story and the characters and praises it, shows perhaps a light interest in Homestuck itself*
Y’all: Omg LUL prepare for the exposure to ruin the Fandom, Undertale 2.0 here we goooooo.
VIZ Media: *Partners up with Hussie to bring Homestuck to a wider audience, with plans to deliver hard cover books for every Act, making a Homestuck.com website, and working with Hussie in future projects to deliver the Epilogue and more content*
Y’all: Wow I can’t believe Hussie is a sellout, this is so bad.
Stop it. Please stop it.
Joking about ‘fearing’ Homestuck content or ‘the ride never ending’ and it being hell was never funny and it never will be. We’re on the brink of actually having new people come into the Fandom, we have a good game, exposure thanks to Youtubers and Streamers playing Hiveswap, and promises for future content by a big company related to Manga and Anime.
And all you can talk about is how ‘bad’ this is?
If it was stupid Homestuck hate, I could get it. I really could. The Fandom had bad reputation back in the day, and it was extremely undeserved in my opinion, much like how Fandom hate is thrown around nowadays soooo easily. But I could get it, if someone hated Homestuck, being an asshole. But if you’re a fan of the content, why the FUCK are you trying to sabotage it?
To people outside of the Fandom it looks like people can’t stand Homestuck. To people in the Fandom it looks like you’re being an asshole. You don’t like Homestuck? Then don’t post about it. You like it? Then don’t act like an elitist asshole.
If you’re afraid of a bad side of the Fandom being rekindled, and all you can do is shove people away, insult possible newcomers and question actually good business decisions, then you know what? Congratulations! YOU ARE THE BAD SIDE OF THE FANDOM.No one is holding you hostage, to this Fandom, to any Fandom. You don’t want to see content? Blacklist it, don’t go into the tag, unfollow/block people. You WANT to see content? Then stop talking about it as if it was the End of the World every time there’s something going on.
Homestuck is something dearly important to me. And I know it’s niche, and I know it’s weird, but it’s been an experience being in the Fandom that’s really shaped me, it’s something that will stick with me for a long time, if not forever. And the Fandom itself has been really good too for most of the part! The art, the music, the talking with people, the support! But every single time something like this happens, toxicity begins to rise for absolutely no reason at all.
Let Homestuck have a Fandom.
Let people enjoy it without ironically throwing shit around.
You don’t want toxicity to increase and discourse to return? Then contribute to it. If you’re enough of a Fan to be insulting things and people, you’re enough of a Fan to shut down toxicity as it begins to rise.
The downfall of Fandoms right now isn’t the content, it’s not the toxicity or the cringe, it’s you policing how a specific Fandom has to work, enforcing stereotypes about Bad Things and Cringey Things, and then doing NOTHING to actually help stop Toxicity.
There’s nothing worse than a Fandom that doesn’t appreciate and try to better itself.
Don’t let this happen. Let Fans, new and old, enjoy Homestuck without shame.
And I know a lot of you don’t actually mean it and are just bandwagoning on the meme, and I bet even I may have reblogged or said something stupid like that before, but come on! This is an exciting time for everyone involved, it should be a matter or rejoicing, new Homestuck Books with commentary, the Game’s first Act finally out, famous Youtubers (@therealjacksepticeye) and Streamers playing Hiveswap and talking about Homestuck, hell, Rev Scarecrow from Vinesauce (@revscarecrow) took a God Tier test!!! How CRAZY is that??? Even in the prime of Homestuck Popularity I could’ve never imagined something like this. This is big. This is GOOD.
Why can’t you all just enjoy this as the good thing it is?
You know that moment in a book or movie, near the end, where everything has gone terribly wrong? All has been lost, the main character appears to have been brutally defeated, the mentor has probably kicked the bucket, and generally things couldn’t look bleaker?
Writing feels like that moment.
Or more accurately, one point in the writing process feels akin to that dark night. It’s that time after the intrepid writer has pushed through the first draft of the story – they’ve brainstormed the development process, sailed through the beginning, blazed through the middle – and then quite suddenly …everything falls apart.
And this despair can be summed up in one soul-crushing sentence: “What happens at the end?"
The writer realizes that they don’t know. A giddy optimism has propelled them thus far, a chipper little voice in the back of their head assuring "Don’t worry about the end yet! It’ll sort itself out!”
That little happy voice, it turns out, is a liar.
But your reign of terror is over, lying voice. There’s a way to fix it so you can never trick another writer again. Because knowing what happens at the end comes down to knowing something right in the beginning: knowing three integral facets of the main character. If you know this golden trio, you’ll have a much better chance of knowing exactly what happens at the end: because the end is all about these three.
So what are these three things?
GOAL: What the main characters wants, and will pursue throughout the story, overcoming all obstacles and enemies to obtain.
WANT: Their reasons for wanting it, which is usually to fill some emotional void they sense in their lives, something they believe will fix life and make it complete.
NEED: What they TRULY require to fill that emotional void, to be complete.
Yup, three of the things listed in that other post “10 Elements of a Main Character”. But now, we’re going to delve into more detail, the elements of a good Goal, a good Want, and a good Need.
So what goes into a story GOAL? Goals should be …
SINGULAR: The character must have one objective, and only one. A desire, and the overcoming of obstacles to achieve it, form the spine of the story. If there are two, the character is split between two storylines; they are trying to balance two stories at once, confusing them and confusing the reader.
TANGIBLE: The goal must be something REAL. Something we can see and feel.
SPECIFIC: In addition to being tangible, it must be highly specific. If the goal was to “escape” it would have to be “escape to a definite destination”. It can’t be at all vague or easily fulfilled by many objects: it must be finding a specific object, winning a specific prize, getting to a specific destination, etc.
Like in Tangled: The goal is “see the floating lights.”
NOT EMOTIONS/STATES OF MIND: The goal can’t be something like “happiness” or “belonging” or “love.” Those aren’t tangible, they’re not specific, and most of all the reader can’t envision it being achieved. The goal CAN be a physical representation of an emotional state; obtaining this specific and physical objective will mean achieving the emotional state.
IMAGINABLE: We should be able to easily envision the main character achieving the goal. When we see it, we know it’s happening, know that everything has been building to this moment.
Like in Monsters Inc, we know what getting Boo back home is going to look like (though in the beginning, we don’t know that it’s going to be heartbreaking.)
NOBLE: The goal should be something the reader can cheer on. The reader understands why the main character wants it. The reader can relate to the goal, and the emotional reason behind it.
Cheer like this.
STAKES: If they fail, something will be lost. If they choose not to pursue the goal, things will be very bad. There can’t be a sense that if they stop going after the goal at any point, life could just go back to how it was. When the catalyst came in and shattered their ordinary world and everyday routine, the story entered the realm of “nothing will ever be the same” and the only way to restore order to their universe is to achieve this thing. And that thing that will be lost must be something we can relate to, something significant: love, safety, family, life, future, freedom, loved ones.
What goes into the WANT? The want is…
CONNECTED TO GHOST: The ghost is a moment from their past that still haunts them, and is the source of their moral and psychological weaknesses. Their reasons for wanting the goal should be connected to this moment. They believe that if they achieve it, their world will be fixed, life will go back to how it was before this haunting moment occurred.
MISGUIDED: And they’re usually always wrong. Achieving the goal just as it is will never fix what’s broken in their lives.
SAVING GRACE: It’s often this Want behind their goal that acts as their saving grace in the eyes of the reader. Sometimes it’s hard to connect with a character – they’re difficult to understand, easy to find unappealing, even downright unpleasant – until we know why they are the way they are. (Think Marlin from Finding Nemo; he’s pretty unlikable and frustrating half the time, but we know why he’s behaving that way, so it’s easier to forgive him.)
What do all of these character NEEDS have in common?
HOW TO FIX LIFE: In their pursuit of the tangible goal, something else is revealed that will truly save their lives. This is some truth that will banish the power of the ghost, let the character see themselves clearly for the first time, and show them what needs to be done to live a better life in the future. This usually arrives right after that “Dark Night” moment, which is usually when the goal has been achieved or lost; the truth revealed in this moment will allow them to snatch victory from this darkest defeat, renew their courage, inspire them to soldier on and pursue the story goal once more.
NEW WORLDVIEW: This crucible of battle and revelation of truth changes them. They’re not the same person anymore. They’ve conquered the thing that haunts them, overcome weaknesses, have greater knowledge of themselves and life.
Okay! So how does this work? Let’s use Wreck-It Ralph, because I’m in the mood.
What is Ralph’s Goal?
A single medal will suffice. A tangible medal that we can easily envision. A specific medal, namely the one he got from Hero’s Duty. A medal that we can imagine him obtaining, bringing to the Nicelanders, and using to change his lot in life.
It’s easy to cheer on because it means Ralph doesn’t have to live in the garbage, alone anymore. We can relate to it, and cheer it on, because nobody wants to be alone (especially not while living in garbage).
And the stakes for this are obvious: ___.
Now how about what Ralph wants?
This medal is connected to Ralph’s ghost which is years and years of being the bad guy. The bad, unlikable, unloved, unworthy, friendless guy.
He thinks if he gets it, he’ll become the good guy at long last, and his loneliness and lack of self-worth will end.
How is this his saving grace? It immediately makes the audience empathize with Ralph. Everyone, at some point, has felt alone and unloved.
What about what he Needs?
Getting the medal doesn’t work out for Ralph. It doesn’t fix anything. What he NEEDS is this medal:
To become a hero, he needs to be the hero for Vanellope.
“As long as that little kid likes me … “
So these three are the destination. These are what everything is going towards. If you know these three elements, you’ll have a much better chance of an ending forming in your head. So take that annoying little liar voice.
You know what that voice looks like? Her. It looks like Umbridge.
Deep clean your room - I’m talking about stripping the bed, going through clothes, papers, and belongings and having no mercy. Sweeping and damp mopping the floors. Dusting surfaces. Finding new homes for those miscellaneous items that just sit there in the way.
Delete old contacts - I went from having maybe 30-40 contacts to 14. In other words, delete contacts you haven’t messaged or called in the last two weeks to a month (if so long). If they text you don’t be afraid or feel guilty for asking who it is.
Go through your music library - Play all your songs and if you skip a song delete it without hesitation. The next time you hit shuffle on your playlist you won’t even notice it’s gone. What if you get in the mood for the song? That’s what YouTube is for my friend… or just add the song back onto your phone.
Go through clothes - That dress you haven’t worn once in the past year- toss it. The shirt you swear fits if you don’t raise your arms- get rid of it. Those worn out clothes- dump them. *Of course there can be exceptions but within reason.
Journal - Write down any thoughts to cleanse your mind. Any ideas you might have. Good things that happened that day. Bad things that happened. Things you’re grateful for. It helps so much. Try it for at least three days straight and you’ll notice how much better you feel. Problems might not disappear completely but it’ll give you the strength to get through another day.
Don’t try to force things to work out - It’s so hard and it can be upsetting when things don’t, but sometimes the best thing you can do for you is accept the way (some)things are.
Don’t be hard on yourself for messing up - It can be easy to physically or mentally punish yourself for making a mistake no matter how big or small, but I’ve learned that doing things like starving yourself, beating yourself up (literally), or just scolding yourself repeatedly doesn’t improve the situation and it doesn’t improve yourself.
Cut toxic people off - Remove them from your life physically (which sometimes takes time). Unfriend them from social media. Remove prominent traces of them from your life. It’s like suddenly a weight comes off of your shoulders.
Practice self love - I write/say this so often and sometimes I feel like it’s so hard to do sometimes but it’s not. I’m talking about taking a break when you need to. Drinking water. Moisturising your skin. Getting enough sleep. It’s the little things like that that count as self love.
Don’t runaway from your problems - It’s tempting and hard but it’s important to face any problems you’re facing. No one is saying you have to be strong 24/7, only that you should try.
Delete old files - Go through you computer, tablet, phone, USB drive etc. Delete old unimportant documents, old photos, music, apps and more.
So…. I am currently watching the new tv show “13 Reasons Why” and my mind decided to make a tragically-beautiful connection tooooo can you guess what?? YUP LANCE!! So here are my thoughts once again… hope you enjoy and feel free to comment any other ideas!!
*NOTE* I’m lowkey crying as I’m writing this. My heart isn’t okay. I’m not okay, okay?? *MORE NOTES* So this came out kinda different than the show/book but i hope yall kinda get the idea
Lance was dead. Had committed suicide to be exact. And he left his story behind.
The tapes appeared from nowhere. No one knew where they came from or where they disappeared to. No one knew that the tapes contained so much in such a small amount of time. No one knew that these tapes would become an ugly part of them.
“Hello space pals and gals. Lance McClain (KINDA LOVE THIS LAST NAME) here. Live and in stereo.”
Lance starts off by explaining his “7 Reasons Why” (hahaha get it? Cuz he’s the seventh wheel?? *cries*) he committed suicide and his two rules.
“Rule number one. You must listen to the tapes. I’m not gonna lie. This is going to be hard to do but you MUST LISTEN.”
“Rule number two. When you are done, you must leave them where you found them. And if you, oh lets say, decide to throw them away, tsk tsk tsk…. bad things will happen.”
“First and foremost, our mighty and heroic leader, Shiro.”
“I wasn’t good enought to be praised by you.” Lance explains that Shiro was a good leader, a great leader one might say. Unreplacable, “unlike me.” So why was it that he never told Lance “great job” or “thanks for the help.” Why did he alway care so much for Keith? Told him “great job out there” and patted him on the back after every battle. Why did he always take his side even when he was in the wrong? Why did he treat Pidge like a little sister? Always taking care of them and making sure they were getting enough sleep. Always being so nice and caring to both. “You were always my hero but why did you not act like it?” He never payed attention when Lance didnt get enough sleep or didnt eat or was sick. Always making him work and train. Always pointing out his flaws without helping him improve them. “Why, Shiro, did you not care for me?”
“Can you guess our number two?? Well, I’ll give you a hint. It’s not me this time. *laughs* First time being number two, our excellent number one paladin, Keith!”
“Keith my man, I loved you.” (Klangst? WHY TF NOT?!?) Lance always loved Keith, always looked up to him too. He loved to joke around with him, loved to rile him up, loved to bicker with him because thats how he got to talk to him. He knew that they were playing around so why did it hurt so much? “Why Keith, did you always tell me I wasn’t good enough?” Always telling him to leave you alone, always “you’re annoying me” and never “please stay.” Keith always reminded Lance that he was never good enough, never up to his level, never realizing how lance felt. But how could Lance blame him? However, sometimes Keith, you, took it to far to the point where my heart was too broken to put back together. “I’ve always loved you but you made it so easy to hate you, too.”
“My favorite green paladin, my little space sister (female pronouns for this), my gaming buddy, Pidge.”
“Pidge, did you even ever realize that I saw you as my sister?” Lance saw his little sister in Pidge. He always, like Shiro, did his best to make sure they stayed healthy. He was always fussing over her eating and sleeping habits. So why did she never appreciate him? “Pidge, you never even said thanks you.” Lance just wanted to be a brother to her. So why did she make him a disposable replacement for her missing brother? Always using him when necessary and then throwing him away when it got too much for her? “Leave me alone Lance. Im working.” Pidge sometimes said really hurtful comments to Lance and she never let him help her because why would she let someone “annoying” help? In, reality Pidge was his sister but according to Pidge, “You are not my brother, Lance. Matt is.”
“Hunk, my precious beautiful friend. You did nothing wrong but you also did nothing at all.”
“Where to start?” Hunk had always been Lance’s best friend but after Voltron things changed. “I noticed that you and Pidge would hang out together, without me.” Lance just wants to be part of their group again. He tried so hard so join, to contribute, to help. But all he got was “you’re distracting us.” Although they didn’t hang out as much, Hunk was the first one to realize that something was wrong with Lance. “You left me alone.” Hunk saw him getting worse and changing throughout the days. He saw but didn’t do anything. “Hunk, why did you not do anything, if you noticed?” Lance wondered why Hunk left him by himself, why he didn’t try to reach out to him, why he didn’t invite him over, why didn’t he? “You could have helped but you didn’t.”
“Our beautiful space princess who will save the universe without moi, Allura.”
“Sometimes, your pushing for perfection was too much, not just for me but for everyone.” Lance always felt like the odd one out. Everyone was good at something but he never had a “thing” and Allura’s nagging didn’t help. “Keep up Lance!” Keep up with Keith in the training stimulator. Keep up with Pidge’s new machinery. Keep up with Shiro’s battle plans. Keep up with Hunk’s nee inventions. Keep up. “Again.” No matter how hard Lance tried, Allura was never satisfied. Never complementing him, never saying “good job,” never letting him rest, never telling he was good enough. “Why, Allura, did you never see how hard I was trying?”
“Lets talk about our seventh wheel, our number one *snickers* sharpshooter, Me! Lance!”
“In my opinion, I was the number one at fault for this occurrence.” Lance hated himself. He hated himself for feeling jealous, angry, sad, homesick, depressed. “I just wanted to be like the rest of you all.” Lance wanted to be as good as Keith and as strong as Shiro. He wanted to be as nice and comforting as Hunk. Wanted to be as smart as Pidge and as powerful as Allura. “I wish I wasn’t so selfish.” Lance thought he was selfish. He wished to get “thanks you’s” from the rest. Wished he get praised from Shiro and Allura. Wished Keith would feel the same way. Wished he was home with his famiy. He wished and wished and he hated it. “I wished I was home.”
“My favorite alien, Coran, the one who took care of me and who noticed me struggling. Yes, he tried to help but I guess it wasn’t enough since I’m dead now.”
“You let me walk away.” Coran tried helping Lance in his own way. But how could an alien understand some Earthly emotions? “We talked but sometimes it was just you talking.” Coran tried to get Lance to open up to him but failed. He always cut off Lance with his own stories so he never let Lance say what was bothering him. “Coran, you were like an uncle to me.” Coran reminded Lance of his uncle and it kinda hurt him. He was constantly reminded of his family whenever he was with Coran. This made his emotions even worse when he talked to Coran because sometimes Coran didn’t understand him. The day Lance died, Coran had told him to just “move on.” Lance just got up and left but he secretly hoped that Coran would come after him. He didn’t. “You wanted me to move on from this and I did.”
IDK IF YALL HAVE SEEN THIS AWESOME SNIPPET OF THE REACTIONS… written by @the-kittens-of-voltron (it was written a looooonggg time ago so, so sorry for the lateness)
Here’s Trump’s Actual Answer To A Question About Anti-Semitism In The US
Mr. President, since your election campaign and even after your victory, we’ve seen a sharp rise in anti-Semitic incidents across the United States. And I wonder what you say to those among the Jewish community in the States and in Israel and maybe around the world, who believe and feel that your administration is playing with xenophobia and maybe racist tones?
Well, I just want to say that we are, you know, very honored by the victory that we had. 306 electoral college votes. We were not supposed to crack 220. You know that, right? There was no way to 221 but then they said there’s no way to 270. And there’s tremendous enthusiasm out there. I will say that we are going to have peace in this country. We are going to stop crime in this country. We are going to do everything within our power to stop long simmering racism and every other thing that’s going on. Because a lot of bad things have been taking place over a long period of time. I think one of the reasons I won the election is because we have a very, very divided nation. Very divided and hopefully, I’ll be able to do something about that. And I — you know, something that was very important to me.
As far as people, Jewish people — so many friends, a daughter who happens to be here right now. A son-in-law, and three beautiful grandchildren. I think that you’re going to see a lot of different United States of America over the next three, four, or eight years. I think a lot of good things are happening and you’re going to see a lot of love. You’re going to see a lot of love. Okay? Thank you.