A quick review: Future refused to meet Russell, lied about child support & custody on twitter, publicly called Ciara a bitch, wrote multiple songs trashing her and this
is all it takes to redeem him? Nigga wrote 2 run-on sentences and suddenly he’s not a trash ass human being anymore. She literally had to take him to court to see his son regularly and y’all want her to wish him a happy father’s
day and ready to talk shit if she
doesn’t? Y’all love to make Ci the villain.Get the entire fuck outta here.
The killing never🙅 stops❌got 2 cleanse 💦💦👊 🔫🔫the world all day everyday 😱😱 sunrise to sunset ☀🌙 4 people who r decent 😍💪✌👦👧 our LOVE ❤💘💑😘 is God 👉👉 pep rallys gonna be LIT😏😏🔥society churns out slaves and blanks 😤😤 Buadelaire 😍✨👌 rip mom👩😭
can u believe, sana, the girl who is so thoroughly unimpressed by like, 95% of the people she meets on a regular daily basis and simply just …. cannot be bothered making small talk or chit chat or futile conversation with folk bc she can read them so well,
that same sana MELTED into a puddle of MUSH and Exaggerated Dimples and Cuteness and Fondness and Teasing and Raised Eyebrows and Banter when she was talking to isak and even by the end of s3 because “SHE’S MY BIOLOGY PARTNER … AND FRIEND!” and “WHAT A COOL BIOLOGY PARTNER!!”
I worked on this all day. And it was the worst experience ever. Nothing was going right with this mesh. Bone assignments didn’t stick. Morphs exploded (so there isn’t any) And recoloring was a bitch because of the painted on back piece. I’m glad it’s over.
it’s not just the fact. the fact that you message me everyday at 4 am just to remind me to take better care of myself. the fact that you do it even after I tell you not to. the fact that I barely answer back on time. the fact that you’re on the other side of the planet. the fact that an online friend is one of my biggest fans. the fact that you remind me to eat and drink. the fact that you love throwing random information around, my own personal human google, you’re the lightbulb of my ideas. the fact that you hate yourself just as much as I hate myself. the fact that you blame yourself for your uncle’s death. the fact that you love me more than I love myself. the fact that you love my poetry more than the amount of poems I’ve written, and I’ve written plenty. the fact that you’re still here after all of this time. you are simply too damn cute, by simply being you. friendship masked as sundown, you never like to see me frown. you always ask– what was your suck and sweet of the day? most days I say nothing. most days I don’t want to talk about it. when I think that I deserve pain, I remember you and I stop. when the moon grows the flowers in my mind, when I can’t come up with hard facts or a simple way to say I love you to myself– I think about you. a thousand rivers must contain one dragon, a thousand nights must be enough for me to forgive myself. you are randomness. you are a singularity. you are a tiny poem. you are pressed daisies. you are an unwritten metaphor, you cross my mind, but I can never formulate you. you are on the tip of my tongue, a prose piece without a single mention about love, but I still feel loved by you. you wanna know why you’re different? a million tumblr accounts, yours is the only one without reblogs, posts or anything. you’re my invisible reader. and I see you for you.
so like in terms of describing gabriel’s personality he kinda reminds me of the overachieving college freshman who goes WAY out of his way to do a good job and still manages to pull off a decent gpa. then he realizes he put in too much effort and stressed too much about grades so by the time he’s a senior he’s so fucking jaded and over It™ that he just shows up to class fifteen minutes late wearing heelies and sunglasses, still in his goddamn pjs while carrying starbucks because he’s gotta be getting that beauty rest. and the worst part of it is he makes such a spectacle of himself and doesn’t seem to try but he still makes the best grades in the class and it’s super infuriating but no one can hate him because a) he’s hilarious b) he’s fun at parties and c) his notes kept half the class from failing.
and then jack’s like the kind of college student who probably goofed off way too much freshman year and then looked at his gpa at the end of the year like “MMMM SHIT” so he started taking college TOO seriously. probably signed up for way too many extracurricular activities, tried to please everyone in every social circle, took way more hours than he was supposed to. dude’s jacked up on coffee mixed with energy drinks and running on 30 minutes of sleep and perpetual anxiety. he hasn’t showered in days and his laundry is a month old. he’s the dude you see falling asleep in the library at 4 am everyday and gets his shit stolen there no less than three times in one semester. he’s also the one who finds gabriel infuriating for being so effortlessly good at everything but he can’t hate him because he’s just so damn likable and also gabriel lets him borrow his notes sometimes and is the only one who can get him to fucking chill.
anyway that’s how my character analysis accidentally became a college au