Eric writes down 25 things he finds special/different about himself. Which is a change from his usual self-depreciating personal writings. The last point is kind of bittersweet, since it references his hopes for the future.
25 things that make me different
1. My love for a computer game
called DOOM. Doom is such a big part of my life and no one I know can recreate
environments in Doom as good as me. I know almost anything there is to know
about that game, as I believe that separates me from the rest of the world.
2. My dreams. Dreams are one of
the most personal things for a person, and I know my dreams separate me from
3. My car! No one else except my
best friend has a little puny car with a RAMMSTEIN sticker on it.
4. My bullet hanging from my
5. My berserk(?) and zippo that
I always have in my right pocket.
6. My backpack. With its
customized whiteout writings.
7. I can bite off parts of a pop
can using only my teeth.
8. My personal views on other
people (aka, KILL ‘EM ALL.)
9. My first impressions of
10. My penmanship. I haven’t
seen anyone else write quite like I do.
11. My knowledge of fireworks.
12. My knowledge of
13. My scars.
14. My anger management problems
15. My attitude towards people
16. My diversion record.
17. My friends.
18. My patented way of killing
spiders and crickets.
19. My nickname, just as long as
there isn’t too many copy cats out there.
20. My music.
21. My fence signs in my room.
22. The large collection of
bullet shells I have.
23. The black box and it’s contents.
24. My family.
25. My memories of the past and
hopes for the future…
“Yep.” You accepted your boyfriend’s kiss, and then watched him walk out of your shared hotel room, luggage trailing behind him.
Returning to your own packing, you glanced out the window trying to determine if you needed any type of jacket over your dress or not. Deciding to take the risk, you packed away all your items, and after confirming nothing was getting forgotten, left the room. You headed down to the lobby, where Charlotte was sitting in a chair, scrolling on her phone, her own luggage around her.
“Hey chica,” you greeted her, gaining her attention.
“Hello my love! Ready?”
“Let’s go,” you confirmed, as she stood up and got her things organized to leave.
“Seth already leave?”
“He did. Few minutes ago.”
“Ya know, I could always just third wheel it? Makes it easier.”
can you do a high school AU where one is the captain of the football team and they sweep off the nerdy girls’ feet?
Morning started the same, every day, rain or shine. Four thirty in the morning, the alarm beeped in the small attic room, and under one section of angled roof, where a pile of blankets slumbered, an arm would appear and slap around until the offending noise stopped. It was precise and methodical and never changed, six days a week.
Much attention has been paid in recent years to Russia’s annexation of Crimea. But Ukraine is not the only place where Russia has exploited ethnic conflicts and disputed territories along its borders.
In the foothills of the Caucasus mountains, 2,500 feet up, Russia is steadily building what it says is a new international border. It’s marked by a hodgepodge of barbed wire fences, large green signs, hastily dug trenches and well-manned checkpoints. Villages are divided by it and people are regularly thrown in jail for crossing it.
But according to most of the world, this border doesn’t exist, and neither does the land it defines — the Republic of South Ossetia.
The region had its own government, but no enforced border. That changed in 2008.
Summary: Based off the song “Lust for life” by Lana del Rey. The reader is conflicted when she finds herself having feelings for her best friend. An internal conflict arises when She has to decide whether or not to act on her feelings or to remain the same with her best friend. She is also scarred from her past relationship and finds it hard to open herself up to love again
Sorry guys I kinda suck at summaries! Also, one of my first writings on here so I’m open to any suggestions! Thanks for reading! (:
Warnings: Some language?
~Climb up the H Of the Hollywood sign, yeah In these stolen moments The world is mine There’s nobody here Just us together Keepin’ me hot Like July forever~
You’ve known Grayson for almost 6 months now. When you met him and his twin brother your whole life changed. Those boys became your everything. Ethan was your best friend and he was dating your sister, Abbie. Grayson, of course, was also your best friend, but it was also something more than that. You and Gray had connected from the very moment you met and it scared you. The only other time you had felt this close to someone, it ended badly. Tonight you were feeling extremely down. Your thoughts were racing so fast you couldn’t seem to keep up with them. Your head was pounding as you sat on his couch with your legs crossed and face buried into your phone. You were trying to distract yourself from the situation at hand. You had barely said a word since you got to his place and he had noticed. He leaned over so his face was in front of yours.
“How about we go to our spot?” he chimed. You smiled softly at him and shook your head. You didn’t even have to tell him what was wrong, he just knew something was. He always did. You got into the car and drove to your spot in absolute silence. He didn’t even try to talk to you. It’s like he knew there was already too much noise going on inside your head. It was almost creepy how well Gray knew you. You had taken this drive many times before but tonight it felt different. You felt different. As Gray drove your mind wandered back to the first time you came to the spot.
You were at your first official Youtube party. You and your sister Abbie were new to the Youtube scene. You just recently hit 1 million subscribers and everything blew up quickly for you. Abbie had found herself some guy to latch onto for the night which left you alone, wandering at the party. You honestly hated parties and the only reason you had come was because Abbie practically forced you out of the house.
“It’ll be fun!” she said.
“so much fun” you sarcastically thought to yourself as you wandered the crowded rooms. You began to feel more and more nauseous as the sun kept setting. The music was getting louder and the number of people in the room kept growing. You felt your chest become heavy and your breathing quicken. “oh hell” you thought. You knew exactly what was happening, Anxiety attack. You would get them every now and again. You tried to push through the crowd to find the door, all you needed was some fresh air. Suddenly a body blocked your way
“Excuse me” you managed you breathe out
“Where you going sweetheart?” he cooed. You recognized his blonde hair and horrible attitude from the internet.
“Outside, it’s a bit hot in here” you tried to push past him but he grabbed your arm.
“You’re the one who’s hot princess” you groaned at his sad attempt to flirt with you “come dance with me”
“no thanks I really need to go outside” your second attempt to push past him was unsuccessful as well.
“come on cutie! I know you want to dance with me” your heart rate started to increase rapidly again you couldn’t even get a word out, But suddenly you felt another body step in-between yours and the blonde asshole.
“She said she doesn’t want to dance bro” the blonde boy’s face went sour “Stay out of it Dolan, no one asked you!” The stranger was huge, his arms were toned and tan. He stood much taller than you and was clearly much stronger than the asshole.
“Don’t get so upset Jake. You should be use to girls rejecting you by now” the stranger laughed. Jake snickered and walked away.”Sorry about that, Jake can really be a dick sometimes” he turned around so he was facing you “Hey, are you alright?” His voice was soothing but you still couldn’t seem to get any words out. You were breathing so hard you thought your chest was going to explode. The stranger grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd. You had no idea where he was taking you but you allowed it to happen because anything was better than where you were.You were also not in the state to protest. He lead you both outside.
As soon as your feet hit the sidewalk you felt your legs give out, sitting you in the middle of the concrete. The fresh outside air filled your lungs and you felt your tense muscles relax some. You looked up to see him standing right in front of you “anxiety attack?” you nodded, still trying to catch your breath. “I get them sometimes too. I have this great spot I go to that helps me calm down…” he trailed off. “You know what? Let me take you there!” you raised a questioning eyebrow at him “I promise I’m not going to kidnap or kill you or anything. Just trust me” he reached his hand out to you and you took it hesitantly. He pulled you up onto your feet. “It’s really peaceful, I promise it will help”
~Cause we’re the masters of our own fate We’re the captains of our own souls There’s no way for us to come away ‘Cause boy we’re gold, boy we’re gold~
He took you to his car and drove you to the spot. It was the Hollywood sign. It looked over all of Los Angeles. He was right, it was super peaceful. You could see all the city lights in the distance. He got out of the car and waved for you to follow him. “ come on, we aren’t done yet” he walked over to huge fences that surrounded the sign and he began to climb.
“WOAH WOAH WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” you screamed
“Oh calm down, I do it all the time.” He climbed up and over the fence and landed on the other side. “Are you coming?” You knew you shouldn’t but something about him made you trust him. He had kind, Hazel eyes and a beautiful toothy smile. It was enough to sucker you in.
“Fine” you gave in and climbed over to meet him. He smiled widely at you and grabbed your hand, dragging you over to the H. He began to climb the back of it. He reached the top and sat down. You copied him and met him at the top. A faint “wow” escaped your lips as you saw LA in all its glory.
“I know” you heard him respond. For the first time all night you felt your breathing return to normal. He was right, it really did help. The rest of the night you two sat and talked. You laughed, you cried, and you even danced a bit. You learned a lot about him. His name was Grayson, he had a twin brother named Ethan and they ran a successful youtube channel together.
Ever since that night, it was a routine to go up to the sign when one of you was feeling down. And tonight wasn’t an exception. The boy your sister Abbie had grown close to that night had ironically been Ethan, Grayson brother. They started dating 3 months ago. They were cute, and perfect for each other. But it made you wonder. You and Gray had been inseparable since that night. You had major feelings for the boy and Abbie and Ethan insured you that he did too. But nothing ever happened between you two. It was starting to get to your head, which is why you were so frazzled tonight. Your good friend Aaron had asked you out on a date. You were conflicted because even though you and Gray weren’t dating, it felt wrong to accept Aarons invitation. Although Abbie loved the thought of you and her dating brothers, she encouraged you to say yes to Aaron.
“You can’t wait around for Grayson forever Y/N. Aarons a good guy and he really cares about you” her voice rang through your head. She was right. Aaron was a great guy, cute too. But a part of you couldn’t help but wish it was Gray that was asking you out. Your thoughts were interrupted by the devil himself
From this list. Set somewhere around IWTB, I suppose.
don’t think this is a good idea.” The tall boy says as his dirty fingers
carefully trace the ‘no trespassing’ sign. The other boy, much smaller but just as
messy as his friend, rolls his eyes. He stares ahead and grins. There’s
something about this place that makes him want to ignore all the rules, all
these signs someone must have put up here. He wants to explore the wide fields
and find out if anyone even lives there. There’s a special scent in the air, he
thinks, as he takes a deep breath. They have to go in, find out more.
on, Danny. What could happen? No one cares about this place.”
why do you care?” The boy, Danny, asks trying to tame his hair. Both boys
need a hair cut and a shower. Neither of them cares. No one in their lives pays
enough attention to them.
follow me, Danny. It’ll be fun.” He grabs the fence with his hands and
easily climbs it, quick as a cat. He may be small still, but he’s strong and
stubborn. Too stubborn, people tell him all the time, and he just rolls his
eyes at them. They’ll fall out one day, one of his so called mothers has said
once; they haven’t yet and he is certain it’s just a lie anyway. Like so many
things in his life.
on!” He yells, sprinting ahead, unable to remain still another moment.
Wait for me, Will!” Danny stumbles on the soft ground and Will finally
turns around, waits until the other boy has caught up with him.
there’s a house! Let’s check it out.”
we’re trespassing. We could get into so much trouble if-”
would live out here, Danny? I bet it’s abandoned and full of cool stuff.”
His eyes settle on the unremarkable house there in the distance. It beckons
him, invites him over, like a new friend. There is no one here to stop them
anyway. Another grin directed at the sky and Will is off, running like there’s
no tomorrow. He knows Danny will follow him. He always does.
tells him he’s paranoid at least twice a day. Today, Mulder is certain, she’d
tell him a third or fourth time. He is convinced that something – someone – is
out there in their garden. There’s a faint rustling, voices if he listens
closely, and he swears it’s not a rat, not a cat. Not even a fox. The first
time they saw one, Scully’s silent giggles evolved into a full belly laugh. She
scared away the fox, before she took another one into her bed; their love
making that night full of giggling, lust, and pure adoration. That, however,
seems forever ago now. Scully, if she’s home at all, is stressed out,
continuously rolling her eyes at him, her sighs deep and long. Just a lot of
work, Mulder, she assures him when he dares to ask. He is not sure if she means
her actual job at the hospital or this life, with him, here in the middle of
nowhere. He has not yet dared to ask.
or not, Mulder stealthily stares out the windows. Nothing. He moves to the
back, soundlessly, and for the first time wonders if Scully is right; maybe
they should get a dog. They both still got their guns as protection of course.
Scully’s is upstairs in a drawer under some lingerie she hasn’t worn in ages.
His is in his study, lying uselessly under papers and documents. Such trite
hiding places, so easy to find, so easy to use against them. Just like this
house; Mulder and Scully in plain sight, like rabbits, just waiting to be
executed. He is not crazy, not this time. Someone is out there, right there in
the bushes, a foot peeking out. Mulder’s heart beats fast, but steady, his eyes
fixate on the spot. He tries to decide whether to get his or Scully’s gun;
which one is easier to reach? But before he can make a decision, the foot
moves. A boy, around 7 years old, if at all, he thinks, stands up, runs his hand
through his filthy, dark hair and just stares at the house. A second boy,
taller and obviously less certain about being there, stands up. He chews on his
fingernails, his eyes flying about crazily. That’s Mulder’s cue; he pushes
against the door and the boys gasps.
are you doing here?” Mulder tries to sound authoritative, but judging by
the smaller boy’s expression, he fails.
sorry,” the taller kid answers, tripping over his words, “We didn’t
think anyone lived here. We just… we just…” Mulder thinks he is just about
ready to start crying. He’s standing behind the smaller boy, which looks
strange, but it’s clear to him whose idea this was in the first place.
is private property,” Mulder starts, eyeing them carefully, “Didn’t
you see the signs?” The smaller boy snorts, rolls his eyes.
come on, let’s just leave.” The other child whispers loudly, elbowing his
friend. It’s a common name, William, Mulder thinks absent-mindedly. How many
people are called William in the US alone? Still, his mind starts rattling as
he can’t tear his eyes away from the boy.
you going to call the police?” Will asks, his eyes growing wide. He
scratches his head and Mulder wonders when the kid last washed his hair. If he
ran away from home. Up in the sky, clouds break away and make way for a few
scattered rays of sunshine. One lands on the boy’s hair, makes it shimmer
reddish underneath the soft brown. Mulder blinks a few times, just a trick of
light, he tells himself. So many Williams out there; this is not yours. This is
are you gonna call the police?” The kid repeats his question, this time
raising an eyebrow. The familiarity of that simple movement is too much for
Mulder. He feels like he should sit down, take the child and interrogate him,
or send him away and forget it ever happened. Maybe Scully is right; he is
crazy, out of his mind, insane. None of this is real.
think he’s not right in the head, Danny.” Will says without taking his
eyes off Mulder. Who swallows hard, clears his throat.
am right in the head, don’t worry. I’m not going to call the police if you
leave now.” Except he doesn’t want him to leave. Not if he's…
course,” the boy Danny nods eagerly and grabs at Will’s sweater sleeve,
“we’re as good as gone. Let’s go, Will.”
you live here all by yourself, Mister?”
live here with my wife.” That’s not entirely true, as he and Scully have
never actually made it to the altar; he figures it’s just easier to explain to
this boy. Not that he owes him an explanation, or anything else. Yet, he feels
like he does. Will squints his eyes against the sun and freckles appear on his
skin as if someone were painting them on in record time. Mulder knows this
face, refuses to believe it, to even entertain the idea that this is…
come on.” Danny tugs at Will’s arm and Mulder is distracted for a moment
when he sees it.
hurt.” He says, pointing at the child’s hand. Both boys stare at it, blood
trickling down from a gash on his wrist.
His voice is suddenly as small as his whole body. “I didn’t even
inside, I’ll take care of it,” neither boy moves, “my wife is a
doctor so I know what I’m doing.” Their expressions, previously curious,
change to wariness.
really need to go, Mister,” Danny says, his voice quivering, “It’s
not too bad. We’ll take care of it at home. Right, Will?”
Will replies, glancing at Mulder. He knows these eyes. He knows them. He sees
them every morning when he wakes up. Sees them each time he looks across the
kitchen table. Mulder searches for his voice; he has so many questions, no
answers for the boy in return if he were to have any, but his voice remains
gotta go,” they’re both walking backwards, afraid of what might happen if
they were to turn their backs to him, “It’s just a small wound. Nothing
bad. Sorry again, Mister.” Will’s voice is calm, then he stops, slaps
Danny’s shoulder and yells ‘run’! Mulder watches, frozen in place, as they
he whispers into the air. No one hears him. Mulder goes back inside, locks the
door behind him. Will, Will, Will. He wants to tell Scully, the need to do so
beating strongly in his chest. Will, he marvels, a smile tugging at his lips.
It falls away almost as quickly; you’re crazy, Mulder, she is going to say,
with a sigh, a roll of her eyes, Will is gone. Gone forever. What’s the point
in telling her, he thinks, because she is not going to believe him anyway.
what was that?” Danny is panting, his hands on his thigh, trying to catch
some much needed air. Will feels the same; he is lightheaded and slightly
dizzy. He stares at the blood on his wrist, touches it carefully. It doesn’t
hurt. Doesn’t even sting.
was weird, wasn’t it? That guy?” Danny goes on. Will doesn’t answer. He
turns around; the house now a small spot in the distance. He doesn’t want to
leave here, he thinks. Something about this place… something in the air. He
shakes his head, shakes it off. Just a place like any other. Just another crazy
just go, Danny.” But Will remains quiet on their way back, his thoughts on
the strange man, who Will thinks might have looked a bit like him. He considers
asking Danny if he thinks so, too, but his friend is talking about basketball
again, lost in his own world. Will glances back once more; the house is no
longer visible, neither is the fence, the no trespassing sign. In a day or two,
he will have forgotten that this ever happened.
Is there any authority that can be called if a neighbor or their kids are harassing your pokemon? My grandparents' Palossand, Dover, is very well cared for and trained, but the neighbor's kids keep trying to get into his sand pit and bother him. They've talked to the parents multiple times, but it's doubtful if they'll take their warnings seriously unless someone gets hurt. (also I freaking love this blog and the AI you've got going here)
I’d call the police. The kids are trespassing, plain and simple, and you don’t have to deal with that, no matter what Pokémon you have. However, since your grandparents do own a potentially dangerous Pokémon, they are required by law to put up proper fencing and caution signs, so make sure they’ve done that.