a very short and angsty riarkle thing (Farkle’s POV)
It almost didn’t matter that she would never love me back. It almost didn’t matter that she fell for the new guy, the guy who she was supposedly destined to be with. It almost didn’t matter that he was in love with her best friend, her sister. It almost didn’t matter that I never told her how I felt. It almost didn’t matter. But it did.
I would see the way she looked up at him, hoping, wishing that he would love her, choose her, never let her go. But he would walk past her and notice her best friend and leave her all alone.
I was there, for all the times she would cry for resenting her best friend, for wanting to hate her best friend, for hating herself because she wanted to hate her best friend. But I was there most of all when she would cry because of him. I would wrap her up in my arms and listen to her sob about how she wished that he could love her. Only her. Only her forever. Because that’s how it was supposed to be.
I’d want to kill him. For hurting her. For causing her so much pain that sometimes she just didn’t see the point anymore. For having so much control over her.
I didn’t want to hate him, but how could I not? The girl I was so deeply in love with was so hung up on him that it controlled her every move, her every breath, her every thought.
It hurt seeing her like that. But what hurt the most was that she couldn’t see how I felt about her. I couldn’t ever tell her, I couldn’t cause any more problems for her. She didn’t deserve that. She didn’t deserve any of that. But she didn’t see that.
It almost didn’t matter. But it did. And I couldn’t do anything about that.
Title: Mastermind Pairing: Lance Tucker/OFC (unnamed) Rating: Mature Warnings: Name-calling, biting, heavy dirty talk, public sex. Jealous/Dom!Lance A/N: So, if this goes over well, I may work on a sequel to it but idk. I guess I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. I hope you enjoy.
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@nisathe@commander-shakarian I’m glad you like her, she will probably take over my blog for a while, she helps me to get out of my artblock :0 and @gallant-silver ahh ikr, I took this screenshot during romance scene with Johnny Gat, you can clearly see her feelings for him haha she has such a big crush, my god girl.
What is the "half-girl and half-god" supposed to mean?
Art / Sexuality / Womanhood.
It’s a line from a poem in my book WAR SONGS“The world beholds me a heroine; half-girl, half-god” where I was writing about how people put you on a pedestal because “goals” solely from what they see on social media.
But recently that meaning has evolved for me. I personally think we are all gods unto ourselves and we reach glimpses of that godliness through different things, such as physical intimacy (as expressed in the Da Vinci Code), creating art, self-enlightenment, small moments of authentic happiness, etc. Basically anything that gives you a ‘high’ from empowerment or feeling good about yourself stemming from self love which doesn’t do harm to others. It’s also a reference to Michaelangelo’s the Last Judgment where there is a hint of man becoming connected to God. I feel most like a “god” when I’m writing poetry, enjoying art, listening to new music, being in the middle of my favorite concert, surfing in the ocean - like that pure good ethereal-like bliss you know you get doing things you love most??? I also believe girls are gods in a metaphorical sense so #feminism. idk it’s just a personal metaphor on art and self-love for me so don’t take it too literally. “worship no one, worship yourself.”