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anonymous asked:

What are the symptoms of ADHD besides hyperactivity? All I've been exposed to is stereotypes of what it's like to have ADHD and I want to learn more!

well here’s what it’s like for me

  • feeling like you need to Do Shit All The Time
  • like, literally every second
  • if you aren’t stimulated for even a second you’re incredibly bored
  • boredom is literally painful
  • it’s worse than death
  • worse than e v e r y t h i n g
  • feelin that sweet Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria™ any time you get teased or insulted
  • when you’re listening to music you always tune it out eventually
  • not picking up on social cues At All
  • actually, what are social cues?
  • can’t regulate attention
  • not interesting = not worth paying attention to
  • hyperfocus for hours
  • “wAIT ITS 4 PM WHAT THE F U C K”
  • did i forget to eat again
  • The Thoughts go from point a to point g in less than one (1) fuckin sentence
  • *someone says a thing* what *person repeats thing* what *person repeats thing again and you still don’t hear them but dont ask what again in case they think ur weird*
  • or, alternatively
  • *someone says a thing* what *person starts to repeat said thing; you reply less than a second after they start*
  • using subtitles all the time so you don’t have to go back twenty times to determine What The Fuck someone said
  • “sorry i tuned you out for that entire sentence can you repeat that”
  • needing e x t r e m e l y s p e c i f i c d i r e c t i o n s
  • EXTREMELY POOR VOLUME CONTROL TBH
  • tfw that thing u were working on falls apart and u cant redo it bc u already did it and that would be boring
  • long blocks of text are Extremely Hard to Read
  • ur fuckin brain works 12 times as fast as everyone elses. for every ADHD person it’s somethin different. for me it’s puns. ill choke on my own laughter at a pun an Entire Second before anyone else even gets it
  • RAMBLING
  • The Leg Bounce™
  • Disassociation
  • that ADHD feel when you
  • ^^ that one is a True Marker of an ADHD person. only ADHD people understand.

J I M 🔥Y O U R E 🔥6'11 🔥A N D 🔥Y O U 🔥 W E I G H 🔥9 0 🔥P O U N D S 🔥G U M B Y 🔥 H A S 🔥 A 🔥B E T T E R 🔥 B O D Y 🔥 T H A N 🔥Y O U 🔥 B O O M 🔥 R O A S T E D 🔥 D W I G H T 🔥 Y O U R E🔥 A 🔥 K I S S 🔥A S S 🔥B O O M 🔥 R O A S T E D 🔥 P A M 🔥Y O U 🔥F A I L E D 🔥A R T 🔥 S C H O O L 🔥 B O O M 🔥 R O A S T E D 🔥 M E R E D I T H 🔥Y O U V E 🔥 S L E P T 🔥W I T H 🔥 S O 🔥M A N Y 🔥G U Y S 🔥Y O U R E 🔥 S T A R T I N G🔥T O 🔥 L O O K 🔥 L I K E 🔥 O N E 🔥 B O O M 🔥 R O A S T E D 🔥K E V I N 🔥 I 🔥C A N T 🔥D E C I D E 🔥 B E T W E E N 🔥 A 🔥 F A T 🔥J O K E 🔥A N D 🔥 A 🔥 D U M B 🔥 J O K E 🔥 B O O M 🔥 R O A S T E D 🔥 C R E E D 🔥 Y O U R 🔥 T E E T H 🔥 C A L L E D 🔥Y O U R 🔥 B R E A T H 🔥 S T I N K S 🔥B O O M 🔥 R O A S T E D 🔥 A N G E L A 🔥 W H E R E S 🔥 A N G E L A 🔥 W H O A 🔥 T H E R E 🔥 Y O U 🔥 A R E 🔥 I 🔥 D I D N T 🔥 S E E 🔥 Y O U 🔥 T H E R E 🔥 B E H I N D 🔥 T H A T 🔥 G R A I N 🔥O F 🔥 R I C E 🔥B O O M 🔥 R O A S T E D 🔥 S T A N L E Y 🔥 Y O U 🔥 C R U S H 🔥 Y O U R 🔥 W I F E 🔥 D U R I N G 🔥 S E X 🔥 A N D 🔥 Y O U R 🔥 H E A R T 🔥 S U C K S 🔥B O O M 🔥 R O A S T E D 🔥 O S C A R 🔥 Y O U 🔥 A R E 🔥 O S C A R 🔥 Y O U R E 🔥 G A Y 🔥 A N D Y 🔥 C O R N E L L 🔥 C A L L E D 🔥 T H E Y 🔥 T H I N K 🔥 Y O U 🔥 S U C K 🔥 A N D 🔥 Y O U R E 🔥 G A Y E R 🔥 T H A N 🔥 O S C A R 🔥 B O O M 🔥 R O A S T E D 🔥 A L R I G H T 🔥 A L R I G H T 🔥 E V E R Y B O D Y 🔥 Y O U 🔥 K N O W 🔥 I 🔥 K I D 🔥 Y O U 🔥 K N O W 🔥 I 🔥 K I D 🔥 Y O U 🔥 G U Y S 🔥 A R E 🔥T H E 🔥 R E A S O N 🔥 I 🔥 W E N T 🔥 I N T O 🔥 T H E 🔥 P A P E R 🔥 B U S I N U E S S 🔥 S O 🔥 U H 🔥 G O O D N I G H T 🔥G O D 🔥 B L E S S 🔥 G O D 🔥 B L E S S 🔥 A M E R I C A 🔥 A N D 🔥 G E T 🔥 H O M E 🔥 S A F E 🔥

WHEN K-IDOLS SAY THEIR NAMES IN SONGS
  • Super Junior: We back! SJ in the house!
  • INFINITE: INFINITE!
  • BTS: BANG! TAN! SO! NYEON! DAN!
  • VIXX: We back again now, this is real fantasy, 'cause I ain't playin' around, V-I-X-X
  • 2PM: 2. P. M.
  • SHINHWA: SHIN~HWA!
  • BIGBANG: BIGBANG, BIGBANG, we back again one more time say no way, no way
  • SHINee: *dramatic whisper* SHINee's back~
  • EXO: E-X-O
  • B.A.P: B - A - P let's go!
  • TVXQ: T-V-X-QQQQQQQQQQ!
  • U-KISS: U-KISS and Brave Sound. You know it's BRAAAAAAVE
  • BEAST: There's a Beaaaast IN THE CUBE!
  • MONSTA X: Monsta, Monsta X!
  • Ravi: RAVEEEEEEEEH!
  • Block B: Block B in the house, Z and pop time music, it's officially over now
  • Teen Top: Teen Top we gon' rock it drop it top it ain't no stop it pop it
  • JYJ: Brand new JYJ, another history
  • Seventeen: Seventeeeeeeeeeen YUP!
  • Taeyang: My name is T to the A to the E, Y A N G
  • G-Dragon: Brand new GD! I'm all by myself, but it's so good
  • PSY: My name is P-S-Y, hanguk mallo Park-Jae-Sang
  • JYP: *dramatic whisper* JYP~
  • B1A4: B. 1. AAAAAAAA. 4 4 4
  • M.I.B: M.I.B - is - back
  • Girls' Generation: We're the girls, we're the Girls' Generation!
  • 4Minute: 4Minute and Brave Sound! Leggo!
  • SISTAR: Rock it like this, rock it rock it like this SISTAR!
  • I.O.I: I.O.I. JYP. FAMILY. Y'ALL READY?
  • Wonder Girls: JYP and the Wonder Giiiiiirls we're back!
  • AOA: A-O-A! Brave Sound, drop it!
  • 2NE1: I go by the name CL, we're 2NE1!
  • Hello Venus: H-E-L-L-O Venus, H-E-L-L-O Venus, H-E-L-L-O Venus, H-E-L-L-O Hello Venus!
  • BLACKPINK: Black to the Pink!
  • Hyuna: H-Y-U-N keurigo A!
  • Miss A: JYP introducing made in Asia...Miss A!
  • TWICE: Better think about it TWICE!
  • Unnies: JYP introducing the Unnies!
  • G.NA: She's back, you already know, the sexiest, that's right it's G.NA baby!
  • Stellar: *whisper* Stellar~
  • BULLDOK: Eh oh eh oh B-U-L-L-D-O-K girl
  • Triple T: Hyoyeon, Min, Kwon...AND JYP!
  • And then K.A.R.D:
  • 1st song: It's K
  • 2nd song: A
  • 3rd song: R
  • STILL WAITING FOR THE 4TH SONG
  • a bonus bc we all love it:
  • IREUMEUN JUNGKOOK!
  • YO, NAE IREUMEUN V!
  • A TO THE G TO THE U TO THE STD!
Updated Masterlist | 4.23.17

{Every time I update, I will change the date }

T O M  H O L L A N D 

Dating Tom Holland Would Include
You and Me
A Total Mess
More Like Her
Hands to Myself
Honest  |||  Part Two 
Tom & OFC
Prank Imagine 
Ex-Girlfriend Interview Imagine
Lovey Dovey Interview Imagine
Celebrity Crush Interview Imagine
Dressing Formal Imagine 
Thanking Tom Imagine
Facetiming Tom Imagine

P E T E R  P A R K E R 

Let it Grow 
Atoms
Just Smile
Secrets
Stay Away
Savior
Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman
Closed Door
Rain-Check
Finding You Outside Imagine
Finding Out Imagine
Finding Out (shorter version) Imagine
Project Help Imagine ||| Part Two 

J U G H E A D  J O N E S 

What Do You Feel ||| Part Two 
Black Sheep 

A R C H I E   A N D R E W S 

Misplaced Trust
Never Alone

C H R I S  E V A N S 

Stolen
Stone Cold Sober
Far From Boring 
Fatherhood Interview Imagine
Father Chris Imagine
Spilling The Beans Imagine
Taking Off Shirt Imagine
Giving In Imagine
Meeting New Boyfriend Imagine
Laughing Game Imagine
Divorcing Chris Imagine
That Look Imagine

S T E V E  R O G E R S 

Age Of Ultron Imagine
Asking For Permission Imagine
Disagreeing Sokovia Accords Imagine

S E B A S T I A N  S T A N 

Drunken Nights
Simple Hello  ||| Part Two
First We Had  ||| Part Two
Parting Ways
Annoyed Imagine
Don’t You Do That Interview Imagine

B U C K Y  B A R N E S 

Doll
Ghost 
Flawed
Brain Scrambled Imagine
Steve Telling Bucky Imagine
Afraid To Leave Imagine
Finding Out He Killed Imagine
Sent To Kill Imagine

T J  H A M M O N D 

She’ll Be The Death ||| Part Two 

J E F F E R S O N 

Wildflower

S H A W N  M E N D E S 

Roses

H A R R Y  S T Y L E S 

War Is Love |||  Part Two
Reaction Imagine
Caught In Interview Imagine

E D D I E  R E D M A Y N E 

Three Words
Panicked Interview Imagine
Platonic Interview Imagine
Platonic Interview Part Two Imagine
Costar Imagine

N E W T  S C A M A N D E R 

Newt Dating a Muggle / No-Maj
The Greatest Creation |||  Part Two
Yer A Wizard
I Wouldn’t Mind / OFC
Talking About You Imagine
Amazed By You Imagine
Dramatic & Sick You Imagine

E Z R A  M I L L E R 

Low-Cut

C R E D E N C E  B A R E B O N E

My Credence Plea
Under The Mistletoe
Monsters Lyrics
Helping Him Imagine
Helping You Imagine

D R A C O  M A L F O Y 

Bite The Hand That Feeds
Last Straw
Change Of Heart

H E R M I O N E  G R A N G E R 

Flustered Times
Good Advice
Crush Imagine

F R E D  W E A S L E Y 

Sentimental Gift Ft. George Weasley
Lost & Found
Take Care Imagine

S I R I U S  B L A C K 

The Return Of The Jackal
Son Imagine
All This Time Imagine
Getting Killed Imagine

R E M U S  L U P I N 

Sneaking In Late Imagine

H A R R Y  P O T T E R 

A Nervous Wreck
Dumbledore’s Army Imagine

H P  A E S T H E T I C S / M O O D B O A R D S 

Slytherin 
Slytherin 2
Herbology

S C O T T  M C C A L L 

Innocently Deadly
Finding Out Imagine

S T I L E S  S T I L I N S K I 

Denying You Imagine

P E T E R  H A L E 

Being The Reason Imagine
Leave Me Alone Imagine

S P E N C E R  R E I D 

Being Late Imagine
Your Voice Imagine

A A R O N  H O T C H N E R 

Jack’s Favorite Babysitter Imagine
Jack’s Favorite Part Two Imagine

Throne of Glass name game

YES I’M JUST PROCRASTINATING WORK #sorrynotsorry have fun with these as well ;)

1) Your FIRST letter of your FIRST name.

A B C D - Aelin
E F G - Rowan
H I J - Chaol
K L M - Dorian
N O P - Manon
Q R S - Lysandra
T U V - Elide
W X - Aedion
Y Z - Maeve

2) Your LAST letter of your LAST name.

A B C D - wants to
E F G H - likes to
I J K L - loves to
M N O P - needs to
Q R S T U - refuses to
V W X Y Z - hates to

3) Your SECOND letter of your FIRST name.

A B - play doctor
C D - kill people
E F - have sex
G H - fight
I J - make out
K L - dance
M N - go shopping
O P - cry about their feelings
Q R - watch their enemies suffer
S T U  - get drunk
V W X - flirt
Y Z - be dom

4) Your SECOND letter of your LAST name.

A B - with Rowan
C D - with Dorian
D E - with Manon
F G - with Asterin
H I - with Abraxos
I J - with Erawan
K L - with Chaol
M N - with Sam
O P - with Aelin
Q R - with Cairn
S T - with Lorcan
U V - with Lysandra
W X - with Maeve
Y Z - with Elide

*** Mine is “Dorian refuses to have sex with Rowan”

MAKE A CHOICE.

“So who’s side are you on?”

“What do you mean? Who do I prefer or who would I trust? They’re both homicidal maniacs so I don’t trust either of them!”

“If you had to pick one of them, who would you pick?”

“I don’t know. Who would you pick?”

“Anti, personally. I like his manic look and he’s just a ball of energy.”

“But you wouldn’t trust him around knives.”

“Oh god no. I’d trust Dark more than him around knives.”

“You’d trust Dark around knives?!? That’s asking for a bad time.”

“I don’t mean it like that. I mean it as in I think Dark is more sensible of the both of them. He wouldn’t straight up kill someone as soon as he gets the chance. He’d wait, take advantage of you.”

“Overall they’re both bad people. If they existed in real life they’d be a major cause for concern.”

“But they’re not. It’s just a bit of fun.”

“Exactly. There won’t be a life and death situation where you’d have to chose between the two.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s late, I’m gonna sleep now.”

“Ok. G’night.”

I closed Tumblr and turned off my laptop. I’d spent nearly a day online since both Mark and Jack simultaneously posted an Antisepticeye video and a Darkiplier video. Obviously both communities online had fallen into hysterical exhilaration over the videos; the usual drooling over the great editing put into their videos, and the Anti-Dark conspiracy theorists huddled around the metaphorical fires of their computers exchanging their thoughts and ideas. I was still pretty astounded at the coincidental aspects of the videos; both up around 17:00 (GMT), both less than 4 minutes long, and both presented by Mark and Jack’s dark personas. It was fun to watch the whole thing happen and spread like wildfire over the internet, but finally pulling myself away from the screen made me realise how much of a headache I had.

I lay in my bed in the darkness staring at the ceiling. I needed sleep but my mind wouldn’t stop turning. I kept replaying the videos in my head. Jack, or rather Anti, played his classical knife-wielding, cut-throat, glitchy performance up close and personal to the camera, his voice broken and his eyes flashing black with every blink. Dark, Mark’s darker persona, also kept to his usual VHS effected well-dressed Devil’s Advocate style, standing in darkness and hovering around the camera like it was some police interrogation of the viewers. Loads of people spent their time on Tumblr linking the two videos, comparing and contrasting them, trying to uncover what was going to happen next. Although it was pretty obvious both Mark and Jack had planned it together all along. Both uploading at the same time, both having shorter videos than usual, both talking to the cameras as if directly to the viewers… both ending their videos with “M a k e   y o u r   c h o i c e.” … Yeah, it’s too much to be a coincidence.

Eventually after nearly and hour’s pondering, my eyelids got heavier, but my head still hurt. I didn’t help that Dark’s video had that piercing unfiltered whining noise in the background. It was all I could hear as I finally drifted into an uncomfortable sleep.

.

D͙̝̫̘͕̳̫͉͙̊̍̎̔̉͢ Ḭ͚͙͕̻͈͑̑́̾͗͗͗̂ D̶̯͙̹̩̦̫͉̆̇͆̈͐   Y͙̳̦̥̥̻̑̊̉̄͊̾ͅͅͅ Ǒ̶̬̬͓̘͇͙̅̐̉͋̓ U̜̠̠̩̩͌̍̀͌̊͠   M̷̢̰͈̣̣̮̖͂̒̾̈͋͑ Ì̢̜̰̜͉̥͗͑̎̔̃̇̽̉̔ Ṡ̙̜̙̙͎͐̈́̕͘ S̷̡̡̛̰̟̃̋̊̐̋̉̉͐͘͟   M̴͙͉͙͇̀̽̓̃͛͛͌̓̕͜͝ Ḙ̛̮̝̿͆́̀͊̄͜͢͝ ?̢̩̯̤̭͎̫͚́̌̃͐̽̌͢ .̷̠͙͍͇͍̪̘͌͌̀̒́́̈́̓ .̷̡͇̬̙̪̋̈̍̏̂̄̌͊͘

͂̒̓̅

“Leave me alone!!” I clasped my hands over my ears and continued running. The hallway seemed to be getting narrower and darker. The walls were made up of hundreds if not millions of piled up computer monitors and TV screens with miles and miles of endless wires trailing the floors and ceiling. The static pixels from the walls were almost blinding so I just kept my head looking straight on towards the darkness, hopefully the end of this maze. I knew if I just kept moving and didn’t give them any chance to stop me, I would be fine. There had to be an end to the nightmare somewhere.

The TV’s flickered, Dark appeared.

Y O U ’ R E   N E V E R   E V E R   G O I N G   T O   E S C A P E   M E .

I turned away from him as his image ran alongside me. His deep echoing voice pulled at my chest as the intense volume knocked the air out of my lungs. But this wouldn’t stop me.

The computer screens flashed, Anti materialized.

Y̧̛̫͚͙͑̀̋̽͡ͅọ̸̲̪̭̳̲̩͈̬̅͛̾͂̑͑̊͂̊̆u̵̙̳͖̱̯̮̭̯͚͗̎̕̕͡ c͈͎͇͓̲̥͖̰̐̾̂̒̋̀̓â̢̧̻͉̳̻͂͐̓̇͞n̸͖͚̲̤̰͕̒̊̿͘͜͜͡’̵̡̨̢̼͍̿͒̈͊̏̋̽́͜ͅt̗̻̮̗̭͔͍̿̔̉̊͘͝ͅͅ ǵ̸̱̼͔̜̩͕̥̆̍̔̋̾̍̿̚͝ę̶̛͍̝̱̗̪͋̔͐̉̀͑̿t̝͙͓̜̗͕͔͇̀̊̓̐͂̇̒̇͘ͅ r̠̠̩͉̈̃̽̊̌͛͠ͅi̡̨̛̟̼͇͕̖̣̹͎̔̍̌̀ḑ̵͖͇͔͚̞̏̒͋̔̓̍̏̓̐̚͢͢ͅ ō̮̘̜̥̮̦̙̞̲̍̌̇͆͂f̶̪̗̦͖͕̜̉́̆̉̓̓͘ m̠̼̪̫̲̤̬͑̌̓̽̍̓̾͠͞͞ȩ̷͓̠̣͙̫͆̾͆͐͆̏͆̈͐͜!̷̖͕͉̳͙̐̉̓̓̀

His laugh crawled up my spine like a spider. The screens melted into one another and soon both of them pursued after me. I reached a junction at the end of my path, turning either left or right. As I made my decision The screens ahead of me turned white with glitching red letters: MAKE YOUR CHOICE

I ’ V E   B E E N  W A I T I N G   P A T I E N T L Y .

I̯̘͓̖̗̲͙͒̽̓͑̈́’͈̣̼̖̞̱͒̂̐̾̋͆̽́͢͝v̷̩̻͕͇̋͗̊̌͗̆͘͜ȩ̶͖͇̗͋̎̾̄̊͑͟ b̴̻̪̱͉̟̾̀͌̈́̂͛̈́̉̾͞ẹ̶̢̫͈̲̄͂͋̈̽͜͠ę̥͔̮͇̥̞̱̯͋͆̍́̍͋̎̽n̢̡̛̙̭͎͙̰͓̂̀͆̈́̅̐̈̚ h̛̬͈̹̺̼̣͂̏̔̐̑̽̚͡ḛ͈͎̩̺͕̙̎̆͂̇͛̂͆r̶̦̻̲͔̼̄͂̉͂͌̿͗̿͡ͅͅĕ̡̹͉̖͇̞̼̥̭͊̉̋̿̑ t͙͕̥̼̽̿̄̔̀͐̕͜ḩ̶͙͚͓͕̗̿̒͋͆̾̔͛̓̕͜͞ͅi̴̢̛̺̗̺̝͂̄̊̊͊͢s̵̲̠̜̹̦͕͛͐̔̿͗̃͌̔ e̶͙͚͙͙̪͚̊͛̅̈̾̑̎̐͝n̵̺͍̗͉͔̂̐́̀̏͘t̶͚̘͕̱̪̞̥̘̳̽̌͂̔͑̍̓̃͟i̧̨͈̟̔͛̄̎̓͟r̜̝̜͚̰̽̑͒̾́ę̢̟͈̲̼̻̹̜͂̿̓̾̾ t͉̻̻̳͋͐̃͒̋̾́̏̃͢i̴̢̡̞͖͍̦͈̟̰̩̎̊̆́̀͋͠ṁ̴̡̪̹̫̟̘̆͌̅̔͜͜͝ę̖̣̯̘̼̭̌̈́̀̆̄̓̊͂͘͝!̵̨̢̧̤̤͙͛̏̔̽̇̓̔͞͝


“I don’t care!!” I screamed. “I don’t want either of you!!”


Y̴̨̢͙͉͇̬͖̺̍͊̾̔͌o̸̟͍̘͉̲̦̻͔̟͖͛̑͑̒̾̀͝ų̶̲̰̜͕̣̘͒̐̈͋̂͐̈́͢ͅ s̨̢̤̼̣̘͈͂̏̿̋͗́̀̉͒͢͞ͅt̵͕͍̪̰̩̲̦̱͈̓̐̈̀̓̐ő͔̣̫̘͕̯̦̝̿̈̊́̈́͞p̶̨̖̪̘̱͔̌̉̾̉̇̊̉͜p̴̼͔̬̣̦͙̥͇̀͗͗́͜͞e̵̡̧̧̢̛̛̯̯̙̯̮͇͗̏͌́̾͝ḏ͚̮͎͑͛̾̽͋̆̐͟͞͞ p̸̡̜͎͇̳̩̦͕̥̹̾́̓̋̋̏̀à̛͔̖̟̰̘̜̘͔͖̓͌͞y̮̩͔̰̦̺͌͋̓̓̾̇ͅi̼̦̱͔̞̖̟͒̾̓͐̄́̅̚ņ͚̥͖͈̬̦̝̀͊̽̓̀͟͢͞g̸̱̦̦̤̤̠̹̾̓̍́̅̕͘̚͢͢͡ à͉͚͔͚̪͐͌̎̍͑̕͘t̷̡̢̛͙̬̻̭̔̅͂̌́̾͟͠t̙̰̰̲͙̮͍̲͂̿̉͌͛̐̍̃̆͠ȩ̛̹͚̮̰̐͆͊̄̆̊͆̄͠n̥̼̣̭͎͎̅̇͐͐̀͋̉̚͜ͅt̙̩̙͎̪͍̂̈́̀̔̉͂̀̀i̬̳̹͖̬̯͈͇̗͆̆̂͛̓͝o̸̯̟̣̥͖͐̓̃̀̐̔̋̚͞͝n̟̘̞͈̩̱̰̯͉̯̒̂͒͘͡!̡̣͔̮̳̝̄͆̑͗͗͛͗͆͜͝ͅ

I ’ V E    B E E N  P U S H E D   A S I D E .

T̴͍̝̠̭̯̭̰͓̃̎̑̃͡h̢͚̻̟̜̹̪̊̒͂͛́̽̒̎͟͜ͅr̴̛̠̠̱̖͖̯̗̻̥͛̇̑̌̐̑̕͡e̸̺̠̫̲̱̅̀̎̓̆͡ͅw̵̧̡͓̙̮͍̮̼̏̓̍̐͗̌̃̀͢͠ m̶̡̡̮̟̻̙̩̦̈́͐͒̊̈́́̀͢͞͞͠ͅḝ͔̜̻͚̽̓̓̌ a͉͖͍͐̀͌̌͂͌͢͢͢͜͝s̛̖̲̠͍͈̤͆̔̽͑̚î̸̢̡̡͕̬̮̩͍̠͍͂̉̔̉͂͌d̶̮̞̞̫̟̉̊̃͛̐̇͘͠ȩ̨̜́̎͊͋̄̉̍͢͟!͈̪̥͎͔̰̮̤̯́̀̊̕̕

R E P L A C E D .

S͖̜̦̩͈̾̅͆̃̈́̑̿̚͢͟o̶̠͇̹̗̼̭͌͆̑̐̕͝m̠͚̠̥̙̀̄̐̀͊̃͂͋̕͘͢͟e̸̡͈͓̪͈̱͓̍̆̊̿͜͜͝o̶̢̳̯̦̳̼͌̃̀̽̋͜͝n̛̜͎̖̪̜̒͗̋́͌͌͒͜ę̨̣̥͍̝̪̜͖̒́̓͝͠ t̴͔͍͈̫̻͚͛̀̐͌̌͠o̷̧̨̧̫̤̟͔̮̮͍͂͛͊͐̎̋͐̄̽͑ r͎̫̼̳̬͈̀̌̔̃̿̾͐͟͞e̢̛͖̤̤̳̔̂̽̂͂͆̈́̆̚p̢̨̛̤͖̠͈̀̿́̑̕͘l̨̰̬̦̺͚͔̲̞̉͗̿̌̉͂́̋̐͘á̴͕̭̣̘̩̜͛́̍̊̋̓͟͞c̵̗̦̼͖͈̀͊͑͆̾͘͞͞ȅ̷̢͎̫̝͇̫̗͔̍̑͑̚͟͝ͅ m̨̧̢̢͍̩̭͔̏̉̆̿̀͊͊e̟̘̯̯̯̯͚̖͚̓̿̓̍͠!̸̡̱̯̻̬̗́̀͐͋̏̓͝͞

M O C K E D .

“Shut up. What would you care if I chose one over the other?” Suddenly the screens started to crack as their angered gazes glared at me. I quickened as glass burst behind me into millions of pieces trying to catch up with me to hail on me with a thousand cuts.

N O   M O R E .  N E V E  R   A G A I  N .

I kept running, gasping desperately for air, but not so much that I would inhale shards of glass.

Ľ̷̛̳̠̼͈͔͎͙̠́̃́̈́̇͑͟͡͠i̛̛̪͙̼̱͛̎̾ͅṣ̜̖͓̜̜̤̣̼̖͐̓̓̂͡ţ̶͍̳͓̝̞̯̺̊͛̋̋̎̊̑̆̚͠ę̰̻̥̣̻͒͗̑̄͡n̙͔̗̩͔̻̫̻̰̗̂͒̈́̅͝͠ ṱ̸̩̣͓͈͕̇̊̓̇͘̕͢o̪͕̭͖̠̽̃̽͐̅̂͞͝͡ m̢͚͈͓̞̞̳͒̒͗̄̋̉͋̑̾̍͢e̸̩͙͉̥͔͊̓́̅͒̚̕͡!̻̯̲̳͇͂̿͒͒̅̾̚̕͡

Y O U   J U S T  N E E D   T O   L E T   M E   I N .

Ï̸̡͔̗̜̺̟̾̓͗̈͘͝ a̵͈̘̲̯͈͖̩̝͎̠̓̑͛̊͠͝ḿ̴͖̹̭̺͙͕̄̔̅̓͂̏̌̾͠ ḩ̷̯͖̘̒̿̈͂̂͒͟͟͟͝ȩ̶̨̪̲̉̎̀̓̉̉ͅŗ̧̺͔͙̫͖̭̳̮͗̑̀̏͐̅ě̴̗̠̰̣͉̘͓̪̬̪̒͑͗̄̄̃̅̂͝ n̸̦̤̘̙̝̠͚̙̒̔̎͋̽͢͝͠ó̵̮̦͔̩̝͖́͐͋͛͛̍̌̀̒w̨̡͔͕͔͚̲̰̩͆̂̎͆̀͐̏̚̕̚!̵̖̪͖̤͐̀͆̇̔͛̂͗̋̃͜ͅ

I   C A N   P R O V I D E .

“Liars! You’ll both kill me! Just finding ways t hurt me!”


I̸̡̨͙͙͚͇͈̝̟͆̇͐̐͘͜͠’͈̗͖̝̣͖̰̍̊̔̋̅͘͘͟m̷̨͍̖̫͔̾̍̔̉̇̈́ a̮͉͎̣͉̘̗̖̟͊̒̽̎̀͑͜l̴̻͓̜͈̩̳̼̹̱̰̍̓̎͗̿̿̃͘͘͝w̵̡̢̜͖̭̺̉͆̿͑̂͜͡a̡͉͎͈̋̎̇͌̇̈̿̕̕͜͝y͔̤̝͓̰̮̰̜̱̍̎̐́͋̈́s̨͕̗̝̮͉̝͕͗̊̍̀͒̽̔͂͒ t̸̝̜̩̞̞̃̓̽̂̆̀̓͂͘͠h̨̡̠̫̞̪̩̯̹͗̎̐̂̆͢ë̶̡̧̗͔̭̩͚̤̝̉̔͛̕͜͡͡r̙̣̻͕͇̞̎̇̓̑͂̀́ȩ̷̛̘̰̻̼̳̲̫͖̿̆̆̈́͡,̨̩̞̫̺̲̂̇̀͛̎̐͛͆͝͝ a̡̠͚͓̺̬̝̻͌̀̆̆͛̇́͜͢͡͞l̸͙̪̹̙̘̫̮͙̑̑͋̾̌̑͘͞w̸̧̧̨̟̘̞͎̪̾̊͊̚͞ͅà̘͇̘̮̱̭͐͆̽̎y̷̧̨̙̝̦͖̙̘̾̃͆̒̓̀͒́s̷̢̠̤̟̙̩̤͐̌̋̕̚͟ͅ w̷̧͎̫͙͈̤̖̭̝̝̐̐̔̿̑̓̈͑͘a̸̢̡̰̻͉̫̠͓͉̣͌͐̄̾̋͂̀̔͡t̴̫͚͚̰͕͉̳̑͋̈́̃̉́̒͆͑̏c̢͉̩̭͎̽̇͋̔̚͡͡͡ḩ̷͙̩̭̜̔̑̈́͂̾̃̂̊͜͡ͅi̶̛͉̩̼̦͈̬͇̍̉͐̾̒̀́n̴̙̹̱͔͕͔̪̆̀͆̄̄͐͘͘̕g̢̯̰͈͍̽̌͂̈́͗!̴̡͕͍̳͖͚̭͚̹̞̒̂́̆̐͗͝

I   C A N   G I V E   Y O U   A N Y T H I N G !

“You can’t make me choose!”


I̶̱͕̱̥̭̦̙̤̅͋̂͒̒’̺̣̹̫̺̮͌̾̅́̒͘͜m̡̛͙͕̩̫̺̬̘̎̈̒̕͟ n̥̙̥̣̞̱͚͚̭͖̄̃̉̊̐͡ơ̸̬̣̺̘̘̱̽̔͛̈́̓̾̚͢͞ͅț̴͇̰̹͓̯̍͒̒̑̔̋̾̐͝ g̢̨̢̢̣͚̝͇̰̈́̆̽̔͗̍̊̓ͅơ͔͖̤̮͚̽̓̏̔́̔̔̌͌͟ͅì̴̧̠͚̱̳̫̮̠̖̺͒́̍͌̍́̅ń̶̢̙̭̥̦̄̋͘͝g̶̢̼̜̗̹̘̀͗͛̿̕ ą̴̜͇͉̞̗̭̎͌͛̍͗͑́̐͡͡ņ̵̨̯͓̲̑̒̐́͒̍͟y̸̡̝̘̦͇͔̜̬̓̍́͂̐̈͟͡ͅw̶̼̤̟̺̮͇̹͌̏̃̉̂͋͛́͢͟͢͞ḩ̢̡̩̱̻͔͉͛̈́̊̋̑̅̈͊̕͘͟ȩ̸͇͙̙̻̫͌̏͗̉͠ͅŗ̨̙̟͙̞͎̜̣̅͊̏͋͠e̵̢̨͎̳̋̾̇͋̒̇͜͞͡!̶̢̱̙̹̘̤̬̰̋̓̀͛́̋͡͡

T  H E R E ’ S   N O T H I N G   Y O U   O R   H E   C A N   D O   T O   S T O P   M E !

Ḩ̖͚̙̖̘̥͌̈͒̽͗͂͠ȋ̸͇̫͔̜̦̥̞̈́͐͝͝ͅś̵̢̧̝͔̯̮̆̿̚͝͞ b̴͔̦͉͓̙̟̫͍̰͋͆̏͗̏̑̅͗͘̕͜o̸̹̟̼͎̫͌̄̉̒̂͜d̴̻̤̙̖̜̘̙̋͛̀̒̓̅̍͘ͅy̴̛̞͙̙̪̣̍̇̑͌̆̄̉͡ ï̢͓͍͇͓͔̈̑́̌͌͒s̶͖̼͖̭̻̹̲̖̯͐̿̉̏͗̿͠͞ w̶̯͍̹̰̠͔̘͇̔̇̍͐̊͜͟ë̡̞̰͖̣͙́̽͐̎̓̓͜͡a̵͉̺͈̺̝̒̓̾̊̔k̡͇̝͇͇͆̆̍̉̓!̨̨̨̛͔͚̻̫̣̳́̀̃̈͜!̢̝̙͈͙͐̓͛͌̿̏


“SHUT UP!” I screamed, tears strolling past my cheeks. “Shut up both of you! I’m going home! I’m not choosing either of you!!” Then I felt the ground beneath me slithering as the wires I ran on suddenly came to life. They whipped up at my face so I couldn’t see where I was going, they grabbed my clothes to spin me into confusion, they wrapped around my arms and legs the drag me down. Through the hysteria I tumbled around and tripped to try and get away. I the confusion I did happen to reach the end of the maze, which happened to be the end of the world, and I was tripped into it.

I grabbed the wires as I fell and clung to them to stop me hurling into the apparent abyss down below. I was now dangling over the edge unsure of everything. Why wasn’t this dream ending? Surely the shock of nearly diving headfirst into the pit of darkness would have been enough to wake me up in a cold sweat. But no. This was true hell. I would take anything to get out of it…

J U M P   D O W N .   I ’ L L   C A T C H   Y O U .

I looked down. Dark was there hovering below the end of the wires I clung to, his arms out and open to catch me, looking at me through what he could attempt to make as ‘puppy eyes’. There was no way I would let go. What if he’s lying and would let me fall to my doom?… Well, it didn’t seem like the kind of thing he’d do. He chased me this far, so why would he lose me at a chance like this? But whether he was or wasn’t going to catch me, the moment I would fall into his arms, I was his… I didn’t like that thought at all. I started to shuffle up the wire to get away and hopefully climb back up to safety-


T̸̰̟̯͔͖̩̀͐̀͞͞ĥ̢̥͉̻̹̅̓̒͗̽̐a͚̦̰̽̌̅͐͐͢ͅţ̙͖̩̲̫͖̬̞͇̐̑̆̔̋̆̓̌̎̓’̙̝̰̰̤͈͎͋̓̆̇͗̒̉͢͟s̴̙̲͚̰͖̫͗́͗̎̅̐̕̕͞ i̶̢̡̢̛͓̩̬̮̙̓́̄̐͌͟͝͠t͉̮̫͉̟̪͒̒̄̄́͌͊̓͘͢͜!̢̧̛̦̠͉̯̂̃̃͑̍͌͜͞ͅͅ C̥͉̘̥̟̥̳͑̌͂̆̆̕̚l̶̢̢͕̫͇̺͉͖̀͛̌̾̓͝i̧̞͎̟͎͋͑̈́͂̃̔̊͘̕͘m̦̠̣̘̻͔̤̀̽͋̌̿͘͜͝͞b̬̞̲̳̬̱̈͒̀̒͋̈́͗̔͟͞ u̹͙̟͉̗̟̖̺̝̾͑̏̊͋͘͠͝p̷̨̻̖͙͚̫̘̜̐̔͑̏̒̓̀̃!̸̢̬͕̭͔̏̏͋̓̿̈́͘͝ I̼̰͚͉̖̣̜͎̟͆̂̎̿̉̓̾’̷̢̺̪̟̳͚͇̩͖̐̈́̈̓̉̕̕͜͠l̸̡̨̧̖͖̰̮̱͒̀̇̈̐͜l̷̢͇͇͖͉͙̮̱̓̀͋͗̀̅̈̓͘͟ p̶̨̛͔̹̘͔̀͂̓̇̂̈̕͞u̡̧̢̫͚̹͕̒̒̅̍̎̈͒͢ḷ̻͕̭̺̳̆̔̾̆̌̚͢͟͠ļ̧̣̩̭̔͛͑͊͜͝ͅ y̶̛͍̥̤̥̘͋͒̏̚ͅŏ̸̢͔̖̲̥̳̪͕͊̈́̄̀ự̶̡̘͇̞͚̲̹̙̙̓͂̇̓̾͑̀̄ t̴̢͙̞̫̳̘̩̙̏̍̿̉̉͜͠ő̸̰̙̝̟̤̍͛̓̈̒̆͐͘͜ s̵͔͚͓̼̗͕̠̅̓̾͆̆̂̕̚͜͞ä̸̛̛̩̩̮̭̗̼̦̙́̈͂̊̓̃̒͘͜f̴̘͎̥̫̺͙͆̃̓͋̕͝e̤̖̝̝͓̔̔̈́͋̒̚t̴̪̝̖̥̲̊͑͑̄̓̊͘͢ͅy̨̞̫̘͓̾̂̏͑͂̕!̵̟̜̳͎̪͈̳́͑͂̓̿̎


Anti was crouching over the ledge above me, his hand extended to take mine and hoist me up to him… the same hand that held a knife numerous times, the same knife that committed many monstrous crimes. Crawling up to him would be as safe an option as crawling into the mouth of a lion.

I stopped where I was and held tightly to the rope. I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I would rather have just stayed there and waited for them to realise their pursuits on me were futile. But my arms were getting tired and my grip was getting looser.

Y O U   C A N ’ T   J U S T   H A N G  T H E R E   F O R E V E R .   J U S T  F A L L   I N T O  M E .   I T ’ S   A S   S I M P L E   A S  T H A T .

Y͕̭̞̬̩͙̭͎͕͇̿̎́̈̆̉̚͝o̵̡̡̜̞̳̫̖̫͛̔̍̓͋̀̀̀u͚̹͚̳̻͈͎̠͍̓̇̓̀́̾̚ ĥ̵̭͖̭̪̮̭̱͈̤͛́͒̈̓à̵̙̹̫̗̹͛͒̃̌̔͜͡v̵͚̗̦̱̫̺͆̋͊́̀̕ͅę̸̡͙̣̳͇̀̊̋̏̾̆̉̈͜͜͞ň̴͍͔̮̗̝͌̍͑̀͢͡͝͝’̸̖̳̜̙̙͚̞͐̉̈̀͋͟͡ţ̠̳̪͕̪͛̊͋̃̅͠ g̨͓͔̞̠͈̔̓̋̀͊̓͑͘ǒ̜̳̳̦̿́̃͠ͅt̨̛̛̮̺͖̪̤̬̳͗̄̋̅͑͒͡ m̵̪͓̲͍̼͚̺̲̏̅́̓͐̍̈͒̚ǘ̹͙̋͌͐͘͢͟͢c̢̨̛̪͚̠̑́͛̎̉ͅh̵̢̡̬̤̜̭̳͇̪̟̏̒̍̊͡ t̶͖̜̬̦̗̲̺̮͊͂̄̑͗̀̃̏͘͜͡ͅį̡̹̦̳̜͉̓̒̌̚̚͢͜m̶̛͕̗͔͈̠̩̣̬̝̠͗̎̇̾̿͐͘ē̶̙̯̮̠̇̄͛̔̂͑̐̕͢ ļ̸̹̞̣͇̱͊̔͌̆͜͢͟͡ė͓̙̘̬͔̟̮̦͊́͗̚͟f͈̥̬̝̗̜̈̃͑͋͘t̸̠͖̜͍̬͙̬̅̒̀̍̿͠͞ͅ!͚̻̮͖̖̹͚̀̅͛͋́̽́ Ǧ̡̛̖̰̟̤̣̲͚̎́̏́͢͞ͅé̞̲̠͔̤͔̬̘̯̪͛̓͌̒̑͆̉̚̕t̵̥͉̟͉̂͐͛͋̔͊̀̕͘͢͢͠ u̷̡̮̪̭̖͉͇̳̙̦̿̑̔̐̀̈̕p̪̻͓̳̟̪̊̒̊͒̿̒̚ h̷̭̙̮̬̘̣̒̔͛͆̆̆͊́͜͡e̶̜̠͖̬͔̤͌̎́̓̉̚͝ͅȓ̡͇͓͍͚̲̥̫̮̽̐̌̀̉͞e͕͚̤͓̻̥͔̎́́̊͝ w̶̦̙̮̯̼̤̌͊̐͑̐ḫ̷̠̟͓͕͉̖̜̬͔̐͒̔̂̇í̪̼̖̹͚̑̋̿́͢l̷̨̡̢̢̬̗̱͈̺̾́̄̄͐̎ͅe̢͎͙̬͈̳̺͋̈͂̌͘ͅͅͅ ý̸͖̗̺̫̠̏̋̈́̔̀͜͜o͇̱̱͎̿̓́͆̅̀͑̀̓͢͠ű̵̡̱͔̦̯͛̊̌͂͛̂̚ s̖͙̮͖̪͉̔̋̍̊͑̋̂͘͡ţ̧̨̛̺̲͇̜͍͈͌̑̏̕͢i̴̡̫̜̱͇̳̱̓̈́͗͒͞l̴̡͇̪̘̫̗͉͓̊̈͛̇͛̿̅͞͠ļ̵̛̖͉͎̯͔̇̿͂͘͟ͅ ç̛̬͉͙͉̜͙̬̈́̀̇́̿̂̕͡͞à̡̢̙̲͙͇̗̯̦͖̔́̚͞͝͞n̷̡̛̰̘̺̫̺̠̥̼̾̾̒̀̈́̕͘!̴̡͇͖̙̬̹͙̘̀̀͆̒͆̌̚͘͠


Then I realised this was the breaking-point. Or rather ‘waking-point’. This whole thing is what their videos were warning me about. This whole dream was made by the both of them to find out which one everyone would prefer. Everyone who watched both their videos was cursed to dream this dream I was currently having, and everyone had to make their own choices. This is what they planned. Not Mark and Jack, Anti and Dark themselves. They weren’t a joke; they were real entities. They were really having a battle between who was best. Who won the hearts, minds and souls of the most people. And this was their solution to answering their question.

M̵̨̧͎̥͙͓̥̩̮̫̅̚͝͞͡ Ȃ̷̡̗̦̙͖̜̐͋͗̇̑̀͊̚ K̙̥̖͙͚̪̼̭̐̐̃̐̔͆͑̊̕͝ E̷̲̗̜̻̠̩̍̆͑̅̾͋͢   Y̗̭̫̫̬̦͓͍̍͋̿̏͡ O̵̝̘̤̻͇̔̅̋͂̊̾́͜͡ Ụ̶̞̹͙́̍̏̄̑̑̋̚͜͜ͅ R̢̻̯͇͍̗͇̥̔̾̏͌͐́͘͜͠   Ḉ̴̜͖͖͓͕̟̟̜̤̓̾̓̅̕ Ḥ̦̘͚̔̊̍̊̓͗̈̂̉͜͝ O̪̦̥̼̩̭̯͈̿̓͗̎̾̊͑̚͜͠ I̴̪̬͕̞͔̳͗̂̀̊͑̇̚ C̨̻̩͖͓̟̫̤̐̽͋̈́̓͟͞ͅ E̥͍͚͈̟͔͛̌̏͌̆͊ .

ACOTAR Name Game

I took this idea from a post I saw this morning, have fun. :)

1) Your FIRST letter of your FIRST name.

A B C D - Feyre
E F G - Rhysand
H I J - Lucien
K L M - Cassian
N O P - Azriel
Q R S - Morrigan
T U V - Nesta
W X - Elain
Y Z - Tamlin

2) Your LAST letter of your LAST name.

A B C D - wants to
E F G H - likes to
I J K L - loves to
M N O P - needs to
Q R S T U - refuses to
V W X Y Z - hates to

3) Your SECOND letter of your FIRST name.

A B - go camping
C D - kill people
E F - have sex
G H - fight
I J - make out
K L - dance
M N - defeat Hybern
O P - cry
Q R - watch their enemies suffer
S T U  - get drunk
V W X - go treasure-hunting
Y Z - play hide-and-seek

4) Your SECOND letter of your LAST name.

A B - with Morrigan
C D - with Tamlin
D E - with Nesta
F G - with Cassian
H I - with Rhysand
I J - with Lucien
K L - with the mortal queens
M N - with Elain
O P - with Ianthe
Q R - with Feyre
S T - with Amarantha
U V W - with Azriel
X Y Z - with Papa Archeron

Mine is “Cassian refuses to have sex with Morrigan” LOL

Just a Memo - Boyf riends

Title: Just a Memo

Word Count: 1822

Pairing: Jeremy Heere x Michael Mell (boyf riends/Meremy)

Warnings: None unless you consider dorks being dorks objectionable

A/N: This originally started out as a headcanon so the writing style is more informal-ish towards the beginning.  Also this is my first piece of actual fanfic ever so bear with me here. :’D


Jeremy still sometimes hears the Squip talking in his head.  It’s so faint though, that he’s not really sure if it’s just his own thoughts or if it actually is the Squip.  Either way he doesn’t tell anyone.  Maybe, he thinks, it’ll just go away on its own.  No, the voice says, It can’t be gotten rid of that easily.  But nevertheless, Jeremy continues to live as though there weren’t possibly the ghost of a half-mad supercomputer embedded in his brain.  

One day he notices his left hand moving of its own accord (to do what, he had no idea) and flips the fuck out— but regains control of it immediately after panicking and flailing it around for a second.  This type of thing starts happening on occasion; usually just small actions probably meant to inconvenience him.  That time he caught himself aiming a crumpled ball of paper at the back of a teacher’s head was one of the more notable ones.  Oh, and that time he poured a glass of water on himself probably qualifies as well.  

Jeremy realizes that he really can’t deny the Squip’s presence at this point, but it hasn’t tried to do anything super malicious, so he decides to wait things out before taking any drastic action.  One day he sees his hand reaching for a pen on its own.  Normally he’d jerk it back on reflex and that would be it, but he decides to leave it alone and see what happens.  His hand picks up the pen and starts writing on a scrap piece of paper.  Definitely not his handwriting, he notes with a mix of apprehension and curiosity.  Then it stops.

Y O U R  F L Y  I S  U N Z I P P E D

Jeremy hurriedly looks down.  Shit.  

After remedying the situation, he stops for a moment to direct a mental ‘thank you’ at the Squip.  Hell, that’s probably the nicest thing it’s ever done for him.  And so it continues.  Every so often he’ll notice his nondominant hand moving of its own accord, writing a helpful (or not-so-helpful) suggestion courtesy of the Squip.  The notes are brief— no more than a sentence or two.  He’ll usually follow them if the advice doesn’t seem too fishy.  

One day Jeremy’s at the school library with Michael, both of them studying for an upcoming math test.  Well, Michael’s the one doing most of the studying.  It’s not for lack of trying on Jeremy’s part, it’s just he keeps finding himself distracted by Michael.  It’s not his fault that Michael bites his lip in the cutest way when he’s figuring out a tough problem, or that the sunlight dancing across his face makes him look like some kind of angel, or that his hair looks so incredibly soft and touchable that Jeremy really wants to run his fingers through it.  Man, he thinks, some girl’s gonna be so lucky to have him someday.  

He shakes his head and turns back to the study guide for what must be the fifth time when he finds his hand moving to write a note from the squip.  It’s become a common enough occurrence that he’s not too fazed by it, but he’d really like to make some headway on this problem, so he’ll just check the note once he’s finished.  His Squip-controlled hand sets down the pen and taps on the desk impatiently.  In a minute, Jeremy thinks.  But the Squip isn’t having it apparently, because it slides the study guide off the table.  He curses under his breath and reaches to pick it up when the Squip suddenly forces him to wipe something else off the table.   It’s the note.  

A S K  H I M  O U T  A L R E A D Y.   

What?!  Jeremy has to stifle a snort.  He’s obviously not gay, as evidenced by his massive crush on Christine.  The Squip must be more broken than he thought.

His hand snatches a pen off the table and scribbles on the back of the note.  Jeremy thinks he can almost hear an exasperated sigh in the back of his mind.

Y O U R  O B L I V I O U S N E S S  I S  K I L L I N G  ME.

Jeremy’s face reddens a bit as he crumples the note and resumes studying.  But he still can’t concentrate, thanks to the Squip’s comment.  So what if he thinks Michael’s attractive?  Doesn’t mean he’s gay.  It’s not like he wants to make out with Michael, or hold hands with him, or cuddle with him, or…

Fuck.

Well it doesn’t matter either way.  Michael’s probably straight as a board, and even if he weren’t, he could do so much better than Jeremy.  Not that he’s jealous or anything.  Just stating the facts.  Jeremy’s a just another hopeless nerd, but Michael’s so cool in his own way and he doesn’t even know it.  Guys like him are cool in college.  Guys like Jeremy just fade into the background.  But regardless, he has a math test to study for.  

Less than ten minutes later he finds his hand moving to write another note.  He considers jerking it away but can’t bring himself to do it.

“Dude!  You never told me you were ambidextrous!”  Michael practically jumps out of his chair in excitement.  He leans across the table to get a better look at Jeremy’s squip-controlled hand, which suddenly stops writing and moves to cover the note.

“What— oh,” Jeremy freezes up.  Sure enough, he’d been working a math problem with his right hand while the Squip wrote a note with his left, “Uh, yeah… I guess it just never came up?  It’s really not a big deal.”  A light blush dusts his cheeks as Michael picks up his hand and stares at it in amazement.  Jeremy figures it’s probably best to just let Michael believe this whole ambidextrous thing instead of telling him the Squip is back and has taken to spontaneously writing notes of advice with his nondominant hand.

“Not a big deal?!” Michael cries, “Are you serious?  Only two percent of humanity is ambidextrous, you happen to be one of them, and you’re telling me that it’s not a big deal?  It’s freaking AWESOME!”

“If you’re about to say we should celebrate this by getting stoned in your basement, I’m gonna have to pass.”  Jeremy deadpans as he gently removes his hand from Michael’s.  Have his hands always been this soft?  

“GASP!” Swooning dramatically, Michael clutches his chest and falls back into the chair “I AM HURT.”  

“I’m sure you’ll survive.” Jeremy says with a laugh.  Even if the Squip were right about him liking Michael, he decides it wouldn’t be worth risking their friendship.  The pain of losing moments like these greatly outweighs the possible benefits of confessing— BUT there’s nothing to confess so it doesn’t matter anyway!  He glances toward Michael, who has gone back to his study guide and is doing that cute lip biting thing again…

… Okay so maybe there’s a little that could possibly be confessed.  

Michael gestures towards the note currently covered by Jeremy’s Squip-writing hand. “So what were you writing anyway?  With that hand, I mean.”

Jeremy freezes.  Just when he thought he was in the clear too.

“How do you even take two sets of notes at once?” Michael muses, “That’d have to involve some serious parallel processing capacity on your part.”

Shit-shit-shit-shit-SHIT.  Jeremy lifts his hand slightly so he can see the note.  Maybe it’s nothing he’d have to worry about Michael seeing?  Yeah, he can probably just write it off as a note to himself for later on.  It’s probably nothi—

I  R E A L L Y  L I K E  Y O U  M I C H A E L.

Oh fuck.  

“Uh— it’s nothing,” Jeremy says a little too quickly.  He’s sweating bullets.

“Oh?”  Michael raises an eyebrow, “Well if it’s nothing, then I’m sure you won’t mind if I just—” he moves to snatch the note but Jeremy slaps his hand back over it.

“I-It’s just a memo,” he stutters unconvincingly as his face turns bright red.  Is the Squip seriously trying to set them up?

“Just a memo?” Michael grins wickedly and slaps his hand over Jeremy’s own to wrestle for the note, “Gee, you’re awfully cagey about it for being something that’s ‘just a memo’.”

“AUGH— Come on man!”  Try as he might, it’s a losing battle.  Jeremy’s left hand seems to be actively betraying him as he struggles to keep the note away from Michael.  Goddamn Squip is probably laughing it up right now.  They grapple a few more seconds before Michael emerges victorious with the note.  Jeremy’s face falls and he can feel a pit forming in his stomach.  There’s only seconds until their friendship is ruined.

“AHA!” Michael raises it high in the air like a victory trophy.  “Time to see what dark secrets—” his triumph turns to shock, and his lips part in an ‘o’ shape as he stares at the note. “…Oh…”

“I-It’s not what you think!”  Jeremy laughs nervously, knowing full well there’s no way out of this.  He’s awaiting Michael’s response like a prisoner waiting for execution.

“You sure about that?” Michael begins, blushing hard, “Because, I mean, this seems pretty…” he searches carefully for his next words, “…straight-forward.”

Jeremy’s sure there’s nothing he could do to make this any worse.  But naturally he finds a way.  “…Pun intended?”  He buries his face in his hands as he realizes what he just said.

Michael just stares at him for a moment.  His expression is unreadable.  Then he starts to laugh softly, in that way Jeremy always thought was so cute but now couldn’t be more worrying to hear. “Oh my god… Jeremy.”  He sighs as though he’s been holding his breath for a long time, “You big dork.”  He says as his face breaks into a smile.  

Jeremy looks up.  His heart is racing a million miles an hour it’s pounding so loudly he’s sure Michael can hear it.  “Wait, you’re not…” he trails off.  Mad?  Straight?  Interested?  He’s not sure what he’d prefer at this point.  It feels like he’s floating, ready to drop into freefall or soar into the sky at any moment.

Michael grins, “I really like you too.”

His heart soars.

“I have for a while now.”  Michael admits sheepishly,  “I just thought you didn’t, uh, swing that way.”

Jeremy melts right then and there.  He’s pretty sure he would’ve passed out if he hadn’t been sitting down.  God, how didn’t he see it before?  He can hear a faint “I told you so.” in the back of his mind but he doesn’t care.  Michael likes him too and that’s all that matters.  Jeremy gathers his courage and straightens up, a look of intense determination on his face, “D-Do you wanna maybe finish studying back at my place?”  

Michael takes his hand. “I’d like that.”

3

Neil thought about Renee’s b r u i s e d  k n u c k l e s, Dan’s f i e r c e  s p i r i t, and Allison h o l d i n g  h e r  g r o u n d on the court a week after Seth’s death.
He felt compelled to say, “Some of the strongest people I’ve known are women.”

8

I    l o v e    I    l o v e    I    l o v e    m y s e l f
I    L O V E    I    L O V E    I    L O V E    M Y S E L F
I     k n o w     I     k n o w    I     k n o w     m y s e l f
Y a     p l a y a     h a t e r s     y o u     s h o u l d     l o v e     y o u r s e l f
                                                      B R R

MASTERLIST

P R O M P T   L I S T

P R O M P T S   Y O U ’ V E   R E Q U E S T E D

S H I P S


J U S T I N   F O L E Y

A L E X   S T A N D A L L

J E F F   A T K I N S

C L A Y   J E N S E N

M O N T G O M E R Y   D E   L A   C R U Z


G R E E N  L I G H T is for the sacrificial party-goer, with neon in their veins and recklessness on their lips they surrender to the noise, heart/drum beat in time, with mascara smudged and fishnets already ripped, they are a chaotic twirling beacon of hope, pulsing with the glow that comes from transcending human emotion. here there is no pain, here is where the party begins.

S O B E R is the national anthem of a lost kingdom ruled by girls with confetti crowns and boys with lipstick smeared cheekbones, where it’s always midnight and laughter cracks like thunder, it’s chipped nail varnish and singing along to a song you’ve never heard, lit fireworks crackling in your ribcage and bathroom floors, the smell of tarmac and city lights blurring into blinding light and the closest you ever get to religion

H O M E M A D E  D Y N A M I T E  is for the revolutionaries, with glitter like war paint and leather battle gear, it’s someone else’s drink in your hair and on your lips, shooting stars and smoke on the horizon, its a mouth overflowing with unforgiving teeth and a girl who sways like a bonfire, anger to the point of apathy and laughing until you cry, throwing your arms wide and screaming at the stars to swallow you whole

T H E  L O U V R E  is a handful of blurry polaroids from a pink summer when you thought the sky stretched on forever, crumpled bed sheets and kitchen counters at 2am, it is drowning in a sea of strangers without putting up a fight, the rotting smell of dying flowers and handwritten love letters, the sound of violin and cracked stained glass panels, it is the golden artificial glow of a naked lightbulb and hands stitched into your hair, white on white on white and watercolour nostalgia in three shades of lilac

L I A B I L I T Y is like a bird with broken wings, staying awake until the sun starts to rise, all pale skies and the ground damp with dew, it’s the drop of your stomach just before a fall, thin cotton against your skin and warm hazy hours of almost-sleep that seep together into evenings in flickering television light, scratched records listened to anyway, and the ritualistic waltz of everyday life, beating on with or without you

H A R D  F E E L I N G S is an abandoned house, with the table still laid for a breakfast, the key in the lock, the portrait of two people immortally framed in a perfectly symmetrical pattern of every day objects and  L O V E L E S S is the bubblegum perfume spritz spirit who lives there, between her books and half-finished poetry and his now cold cup of coffee, dancing alone in the hallway, lips like petals and heart like marble

S O B E R I I ( M E L O D R A M A ) happens behind the closed doors of the church, exposed necks like altars, hips like pews, hundreds of sparkling stained glass eyes and teeth like tombstones, a whole generation brought to its knees with the weight of its future, its the vibration of discordant piano, the glint on rubies on necks, the promise of something bigger than all of this, a fleeting taste of forever 

W R I T E R  I N  T H E  D A R K  is the roses growing up a building, vines curling into stone, playing god for one moment, a full deck of tarot cards, inky starless skies and the inability to let go, it is the process of prying yourself apart from a lover, tearing skin from skin, rearranging bones, the interlocked cages of your ribs and his, it is performance with no audience, it’s ‘i can’t live without you’ and ‘but i will, i will, will’

S U P E R C U T is dangling your feet into nostalgia, the whole world through rose-tinted sunglasses or a camera lens and the sky melting into itself in reds and pinks and oranges - as if the horizon were on fire, its 5am rooftop conversations and scuffed trainers on dashboards and long train rides, tall grass and flavoured lipgloss, it’s seeing their face in every crowd, echoes of their voice in every song, swimming in your clothes and dripping wet hair, it is collecting every beautiful moment and decorating your mind with them until you can’t move in there, like a room full of antiques

L I A B I L I T Y  ( R E P R I S E ) is a turning point, a certain sunrise, a certain car ride, life in a beautiful light, it’s the moment you realise you are not a sad story, it is years ahead of you still unwritten, smiles on lips of people you haven’t even met yet, it is harmonies and abstract paintings with slashes of colour in the black and the crescendo of birdsong, it is glittering dustmotes in sunlight and watching the city from far away, it’s not today, but it is soon, a sunlight soaked summer afternoon years from now when all of this seems so small

P E R F E C T  P L A C E S is where time stands still, is how we keep the morning at bay, it’s an almost evangelic escapism, shedding skins like clothes, spilling feelings like drinks, it is a moment of quiet found between the clouds, it is the bass in the base of your spine, it’s terrifying and temporary and fragile and beautiful because it can never last, it’s the birth of a new world, it’s worship of potential, it is running, running, running into that sunrise with arms and eyes open wide